"Hungry For Sister" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rennie Michael)

Chapter 5

Judy was bored stiff. After Mike and Cynthia had left, she had flopped down on the mattress stark naked, and had dropped off to sleep and not awakened until morning. If it was morning. The boarded-over window admitted no light to judge the time of day by. Tight enough to keep any light from getting out at night meant it was also tight enough to prevent the sun coming in during the day.

The ceiling light was unchanging. She had tried turning it off and had almost instantly turned it back on. In the pitch blackness the walls had felt as if they were closing in on her. And suddenly the rustling, gnawing noises in the walls had gotten louder. She had imagined that tiny scurrying feet were scampering toward her in the dark, and that the teeth that gnawed at the beams of the old building were poised, ready to sink into her bare feet.

She had heard about rats in the slums. She had heard that they attacked sleeping children.

She never turned the light off again, even when she slept. The glare kept the scurrying at bay.

Judy was bored with her menu. Peanut butter and bread and milk. It was impossible to have a varied menu with just three items. She longed desperately for one of her mother's home-cooked meals. One of the complaints she and Mike had had was those meals. Before their mother's marriage, the fare had been poor-spaghetti, or stew, or chili. There was never enough money for steak or chops or a roast. Often it was just tuna fish in a salad or a casserole.

After they had acquired the Old Bastard for their stepfather, there had been little change. With all his money, he kept the household budget tight. Often to squeeze out some money for Mike and Judy, their mother stretched the household funds to the limit. That meant even more tuna fish and cheap ground beef dishes.

But right now Judy was of the opinion that a tuna casserole would rank right alongside a sirloin steak.

Judy wondered how long she had been in hiding. She tried to figure it out, but couldn't. Some where along the line, in the unending light from the naked ceiling bulb she had lost track of the days and nights. She couldn't remember how many times she had slept… and that wasn't any guide anyway. She might be sleeping in the day and be awake at night now, for all she knew.

She wondered what was happening in the world. She felt as if she was completely losing touch with reality. For all she knew, the entire human race had vanished. She might die, alone, here, in this bare room, with only a raincoat to cover her, without ever learning that some horrible plague had wiped out the rest of mankind.

The thought of that having happened without her getting to see her mother one last time brought tears to Judy's eyes. Her tears made her realize how close she was to cracking up. After all, it had only been a week, at most. And Mike and Cynthia had just been there the day before-hadn't they?

Judy remembered what she had read somewhere about brainwashing. She remembered having read about the Vietnam POWs. One of the most awful things for them had been not knowing how long they were going to be kept in solitary. One of the techniques used in brainwashing was to lock a prisoner in just the kind of room she was in now. With no way to judge night or day, no contact with the outside world, men went mad quickly.

They would do anything in order to get back in touch with other people, with the rising and the setting of the sun.

Judy ventured over near the door. All she had to do was pull back the chain and turn the latch and she would be free and out. But that would ruin the "kidnapping" plot. Perhaps she might not be seen, but if she were, that would be the end of it.

Worse, who might see her? She had only a raincoat over her nude body.

What if there were junkies in the empty apartment house? What kind of perverts and derelicts would seek out a block of abandoned buildings like these to hole up in?

What if it were the middle of the night and she opened the door on pitch blackness? Hordes of rats might be prowling the stairs, or even be waiting outside the door for her to lower her defenses. Or, what if she opened the door and found that there was nothing-nothing at all, that everything but this cell-like apartment had vanished?

Judy reined in her feverish imagination quickly and sought refuge in her memories. She remembered that first wonderful time with her brother. She recalled the marvelous feel of his hot, sturdy, virile cock pumping and pistoning in her moist vagina. She remembered the feel of his solid, powerful body pressing her down, grinding her tender breasts flat.

Her memories brought a flash of warmth to her loins. Her legs felt shaky and soft as she sank down on the mattress. It was here, right here, that she had had the man she had wanted for so long. Right here she had spread herself and let her brother drill his phallus deep in her vagina.

Right here her brother's pubic bone had crushed her clitoris against her pubic bone as he had fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.

The only regret Judy had was that it had taken so long. All those wasted years when she could have been having him! She was sixteen now, and had lost her virginity when she was fourteen. Those two years seemed hollow, in spite of the many boys she had happily spread her legs to. That first time had been to spite her brother for not taking her when he had the chance. The other times had been pleasant, but nothing much more than that. She realized now that to a certain extent, her promiscuity had always been to spite her brother, and to prove to herself that she was desirable.

But the real problem was that none of those boys had been Mike. That was what she had always wanted, her brother's cock in her belly. Every time she had lain back in the back seat of a car, one leg trailing on the floor, one hooked on the back of the seat, she had wanted the boy entering her to be her brother.

Even worse, there was no reason she and Mike couldn't have started even younger than when she was fourteen. She could have given her virginity to him long before that. With their mother working they had had ample opportunity. Getting home from school at three-thirty, they had had the house all to themselves until dinner time.

Judy dreamed idly of those afternoons. Some times Mike had given her the word that She should find someplace else to go. She knew what he had been doing those afternoons. Oh, not exactly what he had been doing, but she knew that he had a girl over. Judy hadn't spied on him. Often she had gone off with a member of the opposite sex herself.

Why had she and Mike done that? Why hadn't they double dated those afternoons? What peculiar quirk toward privacy had kept them from doing whatever they wanted to do with all four of them in the same room? Or, they could have just used separate rooms in the house. Probably if they had done that they would have entered into their incestuous coupling much sooner. Judy sighed.

Anyway, sex with someone else in the room was exciting. She had found that out yesterday. Making lesbian love with Cynthia had been incredibly exciting. It hadn't been the first time Judy had experimented that way.

Nor, obviously, had it been the first time Cynthia had. But doing it naked, tangled in Cynthia's silken naked embrace, with Mike looking on had been wonderful. Just the knowledge that Mike was watching had doubled the pleasure.

And then, watching Mike make it with Cynthia had been fabulous, too.

Judy recalled seeing her brother's sticky wet cock sliding in and out of Cynthia's streaming pussy and felt a flash of heat, and a demanding itch in her pussy.

Lying back on the mattress, Judy slid one hand down to her pussy and combed her fingers into her encrusted pubic hair. Sliding her other hand up, Judy cupped one breast, rolling and teasing her nipple. She spread her legs, and pressed the tip of one finger into the top edge of her slit and mashed it down on her clitoris, sending a searing bolt of pleasure through her body.

Where had Mike learned that trick of jamming a finger up a girl's backside? What wanton high school hussy had taught him that? Judy summoned up the memory of watching her brother's finger disappearing up into Cynthia's rectum and whimpered. Why hadn't he done that to her?

Why, when he was fucking Judy that first time, hadn't he thrust his longest finger way up inside her bowels?

Judy reached lower, poked a finger at her rectum, then drilled it up into that hot, greasy hole. She tormented her clitoris and buggered her anus with her own fingers, and pleasure lashed through her and she rolled and twisted on the naked mattress. But it just wasn't the same thing. The finger she had up her anus was her own finger, and that was like trying to tickle yourself. And the fingers she had up her own vagina were only fingers, and had none of the hefty, meaty bulk of a cock.

The only thing she was doing to herself that was as good or better than someone else doing it was fingering her clitoris. To pinch and roll that sensitive mini-penis with her own fingers was infinitely better than having it crunched between pubic arches. Only someone sucking that rubbery little button was better than this.

Nevertheless, Judy was soaring from her self-stimulation. She was tormenting her own crotch with both hands now, her arms pressing inward against the sides of her breasts, creating a deep, dark, exciting valley between the lush soft mounds. Her nipples were sharp, rubbery cones jutting straight at the ceiling as she fingered herself tensely.

And there was a knock on the door. It was loud and insistent, and frightening. It chilled Judy's overheated blood instantly. Her passion melted away like a mist as she withdrew her hands from her intimate recesses.

The knock came again, even louder.

"Wh-who is it?" Judy ventured timidly.

"It's me," Paul answered, his voice muffled by the door.

"Paul!" Judy leaped up from the mattress. Ignoring the raincoat in her haste and relief, she hurtled across the room and fumbled the chain and lock open quickly.

Paul pushed through the door, straight into Judy's octopus-like embrace.

Wrapping his arms around her naked body, he kicked the door closed with one foot. Then he turned his attention to kissing the lush naked girl thoroughly, his hands sweeping over her cool, satin-smooth naked body.

His cock swelled and hardened sharply in his pants.

Judy's lust was building as rapidly as it had faded at the sharp knock on the door. All the masturbating she had been doing, all the reminiscing about Mike and Cynthia had built her passion to a fever pitch. She ground her naked body against Paul, twisting and rolling her torso to mangle her breasts against his strong chest. She trapped one of his powerful thighs between her slender ones and scrubbed her bare pussy against his pants, feeling the harsh material burn against her sensitive, engorged inner tissues.

"Wait a second, okay?" Paul begged at last, peeling her off him.

"Hurry," Judy urged desperately, maintaining a grip on one of his arms, pressing his hand into her hairy, steaming, oozing pussy. She ground his knuckles against her clitoris and drenched her thighs around his hand.

She pressed his arm against the soft mound of one breast, digging her pertly erect nipple into him. She was doing her best to fuck herself on his hand and arm.

Paul found his own lust flaming insanely at the feel of the naked girl wrapping herself around his arm. He felt her juices smearing the back of his hand, felt her wiry pubic curls scratching his skin. The feel of her warm soft body embracing his muscular arm was astonishing, and very, very nice. His cock was already so hard he was in agony.

Awkwardly, Paul freed himself from the tangle of the recorder, and set it aside. Then, a bit impatiently, he freed himself from Judy and began to rip off his clothes. As he hurled them away heedlessly, Judy turned and relocked and chained the door.

Both naked now, the two teenagers threw themselves together again, and their bare flesh slapped lewdly. Judy molded her entire curvy soft length against Paul, plastering herself to him like a second skin, spreading her thighs to trap one of his legs, pressing her soft belly in against his harder body, feeling the hair on him scrape and scrub her nude flesh excitingly.

Paul cupped Judy's ass in his hands, sinking his fingers into the soft, warm, fleshy masses of her buttocks. He kneaded those luscious globes lovingly, his fingers prying and stretching the crack between them. His cock was a steel-hard, red-hot bar crushed between them, ready and eager to be driven deep into her guts.

The feel of Paul's fingers prying at her ass reminded Judy of what Mike and Cynthia had done the day before. She didn't want to pull away from Paul, loving the feel of his hard, hairy body grinding against hers. But she wanted to move on to more intimate contact. Her vagina was weeping from emptiness, drooling its anticipation down the insides of her thighs.

She tugged Paul in the direction of the over-used mattress. She hauled him down on her as she sank down onto her back. They maintained body contact all the way down, until finally Paul was settled between Judy's thighs. Wriggling desperately, Judy impaled herself on the seething tower of Paul's cock.

Paul's hips lurched forward and upward. He rammed the full length of his bulk deep into Judy's hot hole. The slippery flesh of her vagina seared past the sensitive cap of his prick as he pumped into her.

"Aaaaahhhhh," Judy sighed, her pussy stuffed full of Paul's blood-engorged penis. With that member sunk in her belly, Judy was free to concentrate on what she wanted next. Blindly, she found Paul's hands and guided them to her ass. Lifting her hips, she steered the fingers of both his hands to the crack of her ass. The feel of him probing that sweaty crevice was as good as she had imagined it would be. The sensation of having his fingers digging at the valley floor was exquisite, triggering a flood of juices from her vagina, which swam warmly around his cock and trailed gooily down her ass.

Paul wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but had already decided it didn't matter. He pistoned his prick in the hot, slick, gripping sheath of Judy's vagina and probed the canyon between her buttocks. She was digging awkwardly under herself, pushing and guiding his fingers to what ever goal she had in mind.

"My ass," Judy whispered at last. "I want you to stick your fingers up my ass."

Paul was surprised. He was also disgusted. But the thought was so exciting, so incredibly stimulating he knew he had to try it. Just the thought of doing it sent a rush of blood powering to his already solid cock. He felt his prick swell and grow still more in the hot socket of Judy's pussy, stretching those yielding, adhering walls of hers still wider.

Locating Judy's asshole took a while. Unfamiliar with the territory, Paul had to explore a bit. The first thing he found was the slimy wet shaft of his cock where it vanished into Judy's vagina. Experimentally, he pried a finger in under his cock, wedging it into her vagina next to his prick. That in itself felt damn good. It made the fit of his cock in her tunnel even tighter.

"My asshole, goddamnit," Judy insisted harshly.

Paul grunted and resumed his search. It was hot and wet and sticky and slimy back there with sweat and Judy's copious secretions. He found something and poked at it experimentally.

Judy convulsed, fire lashing through her. "That's it!" she moaned.

"Shove it in me." Her eyes squeezed shut, Judy clung to Paul tightly, bracing herself for his probing thrust.

Sure of his target now, Paul twisted his finger into the tight, gripping dimple. The virgin ring of muscle resisted, clenching around the tip of his finger. The sensation only increased Paul's determination. Twisting his finger like an awl, he drilled it inward against the resistance Judy's body offered.

"Aaaarrrrrrrrrr," Judy exhaled. She felt as if her entire body was being bathed in pure white flames. The feeling of Paul's finger in her butt was a searing, exciting perverted penetration that sent her lust soaring. Paul's insistent probing of her anus was triggering a blazing itch in her guts that only a fantastic flaming orgasm was going to relieve. Judy struggled to relax her sphincter muscle so Paul could dig deeper.

Paul felt himself gaining ground. Twisting and turning his finger, he bored it slowly up into Judy's rectum. It felt hot and velvety and greasy in there. Now he could feel the ring of muscle working its way further up his finger, gripping him. The tip of his finger was inside her rectum! He had done it! He was jamming his finger up into that hot shitty hole.

"Aaawww," Judy moaned ecstatically. "Aaa www, fuck me."

Paul pulled his cock out and rammed it deep in her guts. And he felt it!

He felt his cock pistoning in her vagina with his finger! He could, with his finger, feel his cock leaving and then reentering her pussy! And by twisting and pushing with his fingertip, he could increase the friction of her vaginal wall against the sensitive under side, the "trigger", of his prick.

"Try putting another one in," Judy urged hungrily. "Try shoving two fingers up inside me."

Paul was more than willing to comply. Now that he had one finger in that gripping, sticky opening, he was anxious to explore it further. He wedged a second finger in beside the first. This time it was easier.

Evidently, once that tight gate was pried open a certain distance, its resistance to further stretching declined.

"Uuuuuuuuurrrrrrggggghhhhhh," Judy rumbled deep in her throat. Two fingers felt four times as good as one finger. She felt her anal sphincter being stretched and pushed in reverse by the insistent thrust of Paul's fingers. She clawed at his back like an animal, urging him on.

The itch in her guts was growing and blossoming, building to a cumming like she had never had before.

Her only regret was that it wasn't Mike that was ravishing both her openings.

Paul was getting close to a climax of his own. The fingers in Judy's rectum made the fit of his cock in her vagina unbearably tight. Twisting and turning the pair of fingers in her tight orifice, he brought still more pressure to bear on his cock. He pistoned his prick in her, feeling his fingers against the underside of his phallus through her thin wall of muscle. His fingers could actually feel the rippled texture of his cock as he pumped it in her streaming tunnel.

His hand was sopped with her lubricant and sweat.

"Aaaawwww, aaawwww, aaww, aw-aw, I'm cumminnggggg," Judy yelled, digging her nails into Paul's broad back.

Paul wheezed, lurched, rammed his cock in her belly and twisted his fingers in her greasy asshole, and began to fountain hot, thick waves of sperm deep in her vagina. The first shot that powered down the length of his penis rumbled past his fingertips and exploded from the tip of his cock. With his fingers he could feel his organ convulsing in the socket of Judy's vagina.

A new, thick, heavy gummy wave of fluid streamed from her and oozed down over his hand where it was sunk in her just under her pussy. His copious cum had filled her and was seeping out around his prick to trickle down over his hand.

Exhausted, Paul lay totally limp on top of Judy, his fingers still engulfed by her rectum, his cock by her vagina. His nose was filled with the thick aroma of sex.

"Wow!" Judy sighed at last.

"Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh," Paul groaned, extracting his invading fingers from her ass. His fingers felt greasy and dirty. "Christ! That was amazing!"

"Wonderful," Judy agreed, making no effort to move. She was savoring the delectable ache in her ass.

"Uh-I gotta go wash my hand," Paul mumbled. He stood up, his limp prick trailing a gooey strand of cum across Judy's thigh. Holding his soiled hand gingerly away from everything, he went to the bathroom to wash up.

In a few minutes he was back, flapping his hands dry because there wasn't any towel. Judy was still lying on her back, her legs bent and spread wide, her arms at her sides. There was a vague pink flush on her belly, which was fading very slowly. The inflamed inner folds of her pussy showed in the center of her dark bush like a glowing eye.

"You're going to have to pull yourself together," Paul informed her, unpacking the tape recorder and picking up the newspaper from where he had dropped it.

Judy rolled her head on the mattress. "What's up?"

"Well, first of all," Paul began, "the Old Bastard wants proof you're still alive."

"As if he cared," Judy snorted.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't want to waste his money, I guess. Anyhow, we have to make another recording-you reading today's newspaper head lines."

"Oh, goody!" Judy snorted sarcastically. She started to roll over.

"Stay there," Paul suggested, bringing the recorder and newspaper over.

"I'll handle the recorder, you just read the headlines, okay?"

"Okay," Judy agreed, taking the paper. She looked at the day-old date curiously, amazed to find she had been "kidnapped" only six days before.

"Okay," Paul instructed, "count to five to yourself and then start reading." He punched the "record" button.

Judy counted, then opened her mouth. The first word wheezed abruptly out of her mouth. Paul had stuffed one hand into her streaming pussy. As he tickled and tormented her clitoris and vagina, she read the headlines.

Her voice was shaking with lust. She wasn't getting really hot this time, but the stimulation did make her breath shudder through her vocal cords. Finally, Paul cut her off with a wave of his hand, then shut off the recorder.

Judy sighed, and dropped the newspaper.

"Whew! Why do you have to do that to me?" she asked breathlessly. Her stomach was aching with the beginning twinges of sexual excitement.

Paul rewound the tape, listened to the first sentence, then closed the recorder up again. "We have to make it sound real, don't we?"

"Yeah," Judy agreed. "But gee whiz, you get me worked up and then run off and leave me here to stew."

Paul chuckled. "If you hadn't attacked me, I might have something for you now, instead of being all used up."

"I could get you up again," Judy argued, rolling to her knees.

"Yeah," Paul agreed, "but there isn't time. I have to get this tape on its way. Besides, you're leaving here this afternoon."

"Huh?"

"We have to move you. Mike thinks the cops are in on the action now,"

Paul explained. "He's afraid they might have found out about this place."

"How?" Judy was overjoyed at the prospect of leaving her miserable hideout.

Paul shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is, Harry will be here soon to get you. Have everything ready to go and wait in the lobby so you can make a quick dash for it. Okay?"

"Okay!" Judy agreed happily, getting to her feet and reaching for the raincoat. She slipped it on over her bare skin. A flood of cum streamed from her vagina down the insides of her thighs.

"I'm ready," she announced.

"Yeah, well, just wait downstairs for Harry then, okay?" Paul said. He looked at his watch. "He should be along in about five minutes. Wait till I get out the front door, then come on down. He'll pull up right in front of the building so all you'll have to do is make a quick dash across the sidewalk. We've got the police patrols timed so they won't see you."

"Right," Judy agreed, hovering by the door of the apartment.

Paul gave her a wet kiss and patted one of her breasts through the raincoat. "See you."

Judy waited anxiously for the sound of the ground floor door closing.

She had all she needed on her back. She felt no qualms about leaving the hideout. She was looking forward to having a glimpse of sky and sunshine, however brief it might be.

She made her way down the creaking stairway, the dirt on the treads feeling gritty and greasy under her bare feet. She felt cum drying coldly on the insides of her thighs as stray currents of air found their way up under the raincoat.

She was waiting tensely by the door, peering through a crack when a sudden hiss from behind her made her jump.

"Hey, this way, Judy," Harry Anderson called sharply. The tall, skinny, red-haired youth was beckoning frantically from the end of the dark hall.

Judy squeaked with fright and hurried toward him. "How'd you get there?"

"Back door," Harry answered, taking her arm and pulling her along.

"There are cops all over the place today."

Judy shivered, suddenly afraid. "What about Paul?"

"He's okay. Here, wait till I get this thing started, then climb on."

Harry settled himself astride a lightweight motorcycle.

"I thought you were coming in a car?" Judy remarked.

"Couldn't. So I got this from a dealer for a trial spin." He hit the starter and the motor coughed to life.

Quickly, Judy flung one leg over the seat, feeling a shock of cold air strike deep into the heart of her bare pussy as she did. The leather seat felt icy cold against her bare buttocks and moist crotch. She did her best to tuck the raincoat around her legs and conceal her nudity, but still felt uncomfortably exposed as she straddled the cycle.

"Hang on," Harry called over his shoulder.

Judy wrapped her arms around him and clenched her knees as close together as she could. Her bare legs were exposed almost all the way up her thighs. When they roared off down the narrow alley behind the buildings, cold air blasted Judy's crotch. She clung to Harry, wriggling up as tightly against his back as she could. She was exquisitely aware of her nudity under the rain coat. Her nipples were hard, sensitive knots grinding against the rough fabric. It felt as if the insides of her thighs might rub raw on Harry's flanks she was gripping him so hard.

The vibration and bouncing of the cycle drummed straight up into her pussy.

They flashed out of the alley, jounced across the gutter and zipped into the opposite alley, and through the next block. Judy felt a perverse flash of sexual excitement. The speed of their flight, the cold air battering and blasting at her and touching her inner tissues, the jolting from the cycle, all sent her lust soaring. The feeling of zooming nearly naked through the streets of the city was unbelievably exciting.

As lust burned higher in her, Judy clung more tightly to Harry's back, pressing herself against him sensuously. She rested her cheek on his back. He shot a surprised glance back at her.

Feeling deliciously wanton, she slipped one hand slowly downward along Harry's stomach. She knew he couldn't do anything to stop her. She reached deliberately for his easily accessible crotch and found the hard ridge of his prick. She fondled that hard rod with her fingers as they blasted down the alley, the sound of the cycle bouncing off the buildings at them.

Reaching the end of the alley, they swung sharply out onto the street.

As they roared along through the traffic, Judy's lust increased. The knowledge that at any minute the raincoat might fly open and expose her to the whole world in creased her excitement. She continued fondling Harry's cock through his pants and felt it responding, growing larger and harder under her touch.

Every jolt of he cycle slammed Judy's bare bottom against the hard seat and jarred her pussy. The constant pounding was lifting her to ward a wild orgasm. She ground herself against Harry harder and harder as her passion built higher and higher. She didn't care where they were anymore. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she concentrated on the vibration of the motorcycle and her still mushrooming excitement.

When they slewed into still another tight turn and hammered up into a driveway, the shock al most set off Judy's orgasm. Her eyes shot open as they plunged into darkness and Harry shut off the cycle. They were in a garage, far to the back.

Harry set the cycle stand. "Wait here," he ordered Judy, who was still on the motorcycle. He closed the garage door, then twisted the lock.

Shaking with lust, Judy carefully dismounted from the motorcycle. Her fingers quivering, she unbuttoned the raincoat, and turned on Harry.

Harry was already tearing at his clothes, flinging them wildly across the garage as he advanced on her. "All right, you hot piece of tail," he informed her. "You asked for it all the way over here. Never did understand what you saw in Paul. Now I'll show you what sex is really all about."

Judy let the raincoat drop to the floor and met Harry's charge with open arms and spread legs. The feel of his skinny, bony hard body against hers was the final jolt to her lust. She let him drop her backwards on the hard, greasy concrete floor of the garage. The cement pad was cold and slippery and gritty against her back. The shady interior of the garage was cool on her bare crotch.

Harry's sturdy prick found the hot nest of Judy's pussy immediately.

With a thrust of his skinny hips, he sank his shaft in her guts as she embraced him with her arms and legs. The slapping impact of his body against hers echoed weirdly back from the walls of the garage. Judy's hips surged upward to meet his drives. She clawed at his back, raising red welts on his red dish freckled skin. She could feel his bones grinding into her and the difference between this and the feel of Paul's or Mike's body on hers in creased her excitement.

Harry drew back, slipped his hands under Judy's buttocks and lifted her hips from the floor. For a second she thought he was going to invade her anus the way Paul had. But the red-haired youth didn't, contenting himself with just lifting her hips upward. When he rammed his long prick home in her guts, it actually touched bottom in her vagina. The shock of the head of his cock slamming the end of her channel jolted through Judy, wringing a wordless cry from her that bounced spookily back off the empty walls.

Judy slid her hands down to clutch the tight, hard knots of Harry's buttocks. She sank her nails in them in an effort to spur him on.

Rocking and jolting in her mind was again the vision of her brother's laughing face, but it mattered less now that it wasn't him in her but another boy. She had had Mike now, and was certain of having him again.

Now it was marvelous to enjoy a fabulous screwing while holding the vision of her brother in her imagination.

Experimentally, stretching awkwardly, Judy pried her fingers into the crack of Harry's ass. He rammed at her even harder, his breath wheezing explosively in her ear as he hunched and humped her. She dug a finger down toward his asshole, found it, and jabbed at the hard knot.

Harry slammed his pelvis against her so hard the shock hurt her teeth.

The head of his prick battered at the end of her vagina again. The hard arch of his pubic bone cracked against her clitoris like the hammer of a pistol, sending an explosion of pleasure flashing through her.

She twisted her finger into the tight, resisting hole of Harry's anus.

Fire seared through Harry. The feeling of something being wedged into his ass was unlike anything he had ever felt before. There was a fiery burning from the invasion. There was pain. But it wasn't a bad pain. It was a pain that triggered wild new reflexes in him, made him piston and pump his prick even harder in the clinging, wet envelope of Judy's vagina. For years he had wondered what she would be like to fuck, and now he was finding out. Her soft cushiony body under him was better than any of the other girls he had had. He always seemed to wind up with fat ones. But Judy-she was curvy and sexy. He could feel her frame under her tender flesh. And he could feel the end of her pussy with the head of his prick! Shit, he knew he was long, but hadn't realized he was that long. With really fat girls, their stomach got in the way, and he could never get all the way in them. But with Judy, her soft belly was just a nice soft cushion.

And now she was reaming her finger into the shitty opening of his ass.

Christ, this girl was hot! When she had started feeling him up on the motorcycle, he was hardly able to wait to get to the new hideout. And now the reality of fucking his prick into her eager belly was even better than he had ever imagined it would be.

Judy had her finger sunk in Harry's ass up to the first knuckle. Because her arm was so short, it was the best she could do. The feel of that tight ring of muscle embracing her finger was super. She twisted the digit in the opening. Her hips were jamming up to meet Harry's sharp, hard drives, increasing the hammering of his prick against the end of her pussy and the pounding of her pubic bone on her clit.

Judy began cumming like a Fourth of July sparkler, a scintillating, flickering orgasm that danced through her writhing body. Her muscles quivered and spasmed and jittered as she continued to cum and cum and cum.

Harry had buried his prick in her belly as far as it would go. His buttocks clenched Judy's hand as he climaxed, And, with the head of his prick digging into the end of her vagina, his cum was like nothing he had ever felt before. The resistance offered to the pumping of his semen only increased the searing pleasure of the convulsions. He could feel hot wads of cum pressure out between the head of his prick and Judy's clinging walls.

Judy felt his cum jabbing and jabbing at her vagina, felt the thick pulses being squeezed between her clinging tissues and the rubbery head of Harry's phallus. Her cumming changed from a series of convulsions to one long, raging, muscle-knotting tidal wave of pleasure that made her totally unaware of everything around her.

When she slowly returned to reality she was suddenly aware of pain.

There was pain in her shoulder blades where they were being ground into the unyielding concrete floor. Her ass felt bruised and sore from that same cold slab and her heels were rubbed raw from straining to lift her hips. Her arm was stretched and cramped from reaching so desperately for Harry's asshole. She pulled her finger from that tight orifice and winced at the feeling of bending her tortured elbow. She felt as if she had been stretched on the rack.

"Ow, goddamnit," Harry grunted, getting awkwardly to his feet. He looked down at his knees. They were scraped and bloodied, filthy with grease and oil.

Judy rolled to her knees, panting, then got to her feet. "This where I hide out?" she asked.

Harry was picking up his clothes. "In the house," he answered.

Judy slipped on the raincoat. "Whose is it?"

"My uncle's. Or it was, at least. He died and it's tied up in the courts right now. Don't worry, no one's going to be looking at it or anything."

After the dreadful apartment, the house seemed palatial. "Why didn't you hide me here in the first place?" Judy asked, remembering the hideous nights in the abandoned slum.

"Didn't think of it until we had to move you," Harry answered. "Sorry about that. Look, I've got to wash up and get out of here. There's some food in the refrigerator-I had the power turned on. There's even hot water."

"Fabulous!" Judy exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, stay out of sight of the windows and you should be all right. And no lights on, okay?"

"What about the TV?" Judy asked.

"If you want. It won't show through the living room curtains. They've been closed ever since my uncle's wake was held here. But keep the volume low," Harry ordered. He vanished into the bathroom.

Judy wandered through the small house, exploring. The closets were empty. No clothes. Well, she had gotten along so far with just the rain coat. It would make things really simple the next time Mike came by to see her. And anyone else, for that matter. Judy had the feeling she was be coming the community bod for the gang.

But that would be ended when they got the money. Then she and Mike would vanish into the distance, to live happily ever after.

When Harry was gone she raided the refrigerator and was pleased to find a block of cheese and some ginger ale, not just peanut butter. She sat contentedly down to watch television.