Michael Rennie

Hungry For Sister

Chapter 1

Judy Wright spread her graceful young thighs wide. As Paul Cooper settled his sturdy hips between her thighs she tangled her fingers in his shaggy, curly blond hair. She felt the head of his cock nestle between the pouting lips of her pussy, felt her firm young breasts mash flat against his muscular chest. Her nipples were hard pebble-like lumps between them as his weight drove the wind from her lungs.

At the first thrust of Paul's hips, Judy lifted her pelvis in response.

She felt the bulbous head of his engorged prick enter her crevice, prying into the wet, slick, hot folds of her sex. She wanted him, all of him, sunk in the steaming well of her hot young vagina. Clutching him, digging her fingers into his muscular back, she lifted and squirmed, trying to skewer herself on the meaty shaft of his phallus.

In response, Paul shoved at her and felt her searing, soggy folds engulf his prick, clinging lovingly to his hard cock. He savored the feel of her oozing flesh sliding against the sensitive glans of his penis. She was hot and tight and wet and ready, as eager to have him as he was to have her.

Her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feel of her sixteen-year-old channel being filled with Paul's heavy, hot, blood-engorged pole. She frowned as a face with brown eyes, a lopsided, daring smile, framed with dark, curly brown hair, flickered across her memory. Even here, right now, with Paul's hot young cock jamming into her pussy, her brother's face intruded. Or was it especially here, right now? Because she knew whose cock she really wanted stuffing her. As wrong as she felt that to be, that was what she wanted, what she had wanted for as long as she had known what sex was all about.

Desperately, Judy forced her mind back to the youth she was with. She remembered undressing Paul, stripping his T-shirt up and off his strong torso so she could run her fingers over his naked skin.

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