Chapter 4
Judy wrapped her arms around her brother's neck. Then she twined her legs around him. As he came into the hideout, shouldering the door closed behind himself, she clung to him like an octopus, nibbling hungrily on the side of his throat. Since Paul had left her hanging short of an orgasm the day before, she had done nothing but dream of her brother. It had been like a starving man dreaming of food, or someone dying of thirst dreaming of gallons and gallons of clear, cold water.
Mike reached under the raincoat and cupped her ass with his hands, supporting her. He turned his head and their mouths met in a driving, devouring, hungry kiss. His fingers sank into the meaty orbs of her buttocks and he squeezed and clutched at the yielding masses, pulling them apart until she could feel her flesh stretching and feel cool air touching her asshole and her pussy.
Hanging on Mike with one arm, Judy managed to slip the other out of the sleeve of the raincoat. Then she reversed the operation and her only garment dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. She was still hanging onto her brother, still had her arms tangled around his neck, her legs scissored around his thighs. Her pelvis rocked and rolled as she ground her crotch against his leg, grinding his hard body and rough clothes into her pussy.
"Off," Mike grunted at last, breaking the kiss, releasing her ass.
Judy let her feet drop to the floor, untwined her arms and backed away from her brother. Without waiting for him to say anything, she was tackling his belt.
Mike stroked his hands down her sides, then up to her breasts. He thumbed her nipples, making them bounce and harden. "Don't you want to know what's happening?"
"Not now," Judy answered, her voice throaty with need. "Only thing I want right now is you." She had his pants open and was fondling the tower of his erection. His proud cock stood out stiffly from the thick bush of pubic hair at its base. She knelt in front of him and dragged his pants down around his calves.
"What if I don't want you?" Mike teased, steadying himself by putting one hand on her head.
Judy smiled at him confidently, and ran one finger up the hot length of his stiff, ready prick. She paused to scratch the underside where the glans curved up toward the slit.
Mike looked fondly down at his sister. She was sitting on her heels, her back very straight. Her breasts jutted out boldly, the twin peaks of her nipples looking like tiny volcanic peaks. Between her lush pale mounds he could see the dark vee of her triangle between her golden, graceful thighs. As he watched she spread her knees to reveal herself to him. His pale cock with its rounded pink head was pointing straight at her sweet, innocent face. This was his sister, and she was more desirable than any other woman in the world.
A shining clear drop appeared at the tip of Mike's cock as if by magic. Thick and viscous, it formed a magnifying lens over the tiny slit, distorting and enlarging the opening. Finally the gobbet grew too large and heavy. It oozed down the curve of the head of Mike's cock, leaving a shining snaillike trail behind it. Judy's mouth was watering with desire as she watched the gleaming oozing drop just inches away. She could see the texture of the head of Mike's prick, the vague scar of his circumcision below the groove where the glans joined the pale-veined shaft.
The young girl captured the shining drop before it could drool off his cock. Catching the liquid with her fingers, she smeared it back up-ward, coating the head of her brother's powerful prick with it, making his flesh gleam. The juice was hot, sticky, and marvelously slippery. It was perfectly suited to the task for which it had been designed, greasing the way into her pussy.
Pushing against his strong thighs, remaining on her knees in front of him, she guided him back to the old chair. He sat down on it obediently and she crawled up to him. Then he spread his knees and she pushed up between them.
His cock was tipped upward, lolling slightly to one side as it reached powerfully for the ceiling. Below it, between his thighs, his balls hung heavy in their wrinkled sac. A few curling, fine pubic hairs had sprouted energetically from that skin container.
Judy hooked her elbows over her brother's thighs, rested her forearms along those strong columns, and reached for his stiff, throbbing erection. His excitement had yielded a second oozing drop and it was trickling slowly down the underside of his phallus, leaving another shining trail. Judy caught this drop on her thumb and smeared it up the underside of Mike's warm shaft. She feasted her eyes on his hard, massive cock. From her intimate vantage point she could see a few fine capillaries beneath the pale, sensitive skin. The veins bulged with blood, and the skin stretched tightly over them and the engorged interior of the tower of gristle.
Judy lifted on her knees, until her mouth was over his spearing cock. Mike shifted his ass forward on the chair and his belly wrinkled as he slouched lower. His fingers stroked through the lush dark curls of Judy's hair as he stared lovingly down at her sweet face. Her hair tickled his thighs as she hovered over his upstanding penis. Her fingers gripped the base of his shaft delicately but firmly, steadying it so it pointed straight into her face. Mike felt as if his cock was going to explode it was so hard and full of blood and lust.
Judy's mouth worked as she tormented herself with the sight of her brother's sturdy erection, the erection he had because of her. Her mouth watered as she hovered over that monster lance of flesh. A drop of saliva drooled from her lip to trickle over the curving pinkish cap and mingle with his excited secretions. She squeezed the base of his throbbing prick between her fingers. It felt like hard rubber in her grip.
Then she lowered her mouth to the bulbous head. Opening her lips, she encircled the knobby tip with them, setting them into the groove just below his glans. She curved her tongue lovingly around the hot, yielding flesh, tasted his lubricat-ing juices. Her nose full of the smell of him, she lifted her head slowly, and, maintaining a deli-cate suction, sucked blood into the cap of his cock. "Jesus Christ!" Mike sighed, his senses flaming from the feel of his sister's loving mouth around the head of his prick. He felt as if the head of his cock was going to explode.
Judy lowered her head, taking slightly more of his hot meat in her mouth. Again, she made her tongue conform to his contours, pressed and stroked his hot flesh. Saliva poured from her glands to pool around the invading bulk of hot cock. Sealing her lips around his prick, Judy lifted and sucked, pulling her head up and away from his crotch. His juices and her spit mixed in her mouth and she swallowed hungrily.
Curling the index finger and thumb of one hand around the base of Mike's cock, she began to explore between his thighs with the other. She lifted his loaded balls on her fingertips, loving the warm, curving weight of his sperm-laden ovoids. At the same time she tightened the ring she had formed around his prick into a tourniquet.
She lowered her head and opened her mouth to take his phallus into her mouth again. In her mind she was calling herself a "cocksucker", and a "brother-fucker", and the names made her guts tighten with a perverse excitement. She was sucking her brother's cock and loving it. She loved the taste of his hot meat in her mouth, the flavor of his clinging, sticky, slippery secretions on her tongue.
She could feel her vagina oozing excitement that was trickling down and pooling on the floor. Her peaking, excited, hard nipples were right at the edge of the chair Mike was sitting on. By squirming slightly, she made those excited, sensitive points brush the hard, cold corner of the seat. It felt as if live fire was searing the tips of her tits.
Mike's cock was halfway to the back of her mouth this time when she closed her lips around it and scrubbed it with her tongue. She sucked it hungrily, then lifted her head off the spear that was spitting her. As she raised her head, she felt her brother's balls lift from her fingers, tighten up against the base of his phallus.
Mike's fingers were in her hair, knotting in her curls as fire slashed through him. His toes curled with lust as his sister sucked her head up off his cock, her mouth drawing still another surge of blood into his already swollen shaft. His buttocks clenched and his hips lifted in an instinctive and uncontrollable urge to drive his pulsing organ deep into her mouth.
Judy let him drive her head down on his cock, let him jam his hot, meaty bulk deep into her mouth. Closing her lips around his huge shaft, she pressed her tongue against the cylindrical tower of flesh at it drove toward the back of her mouth. She sucked as it rammed into her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut and tears trickled from under her eyelids as she fought the urge to gag. Then she opened her eyes and stared at the blurred mass of her brother's pubic bush, just inches away.
She had sucked cock before, but never like this, never as willingly and eagerly as she was now. She loved having her brother's hard, hot, heavy sausage of living gristle stuffing her mouth. Just the act of sucking her brother's cock was enough to make her guts tighten with perverted lust. This incestuous, unnatural act was enough to make her vagina spasm hungrily in search of something to fill it.
She wasn't going to get Mike's cock in her pussy this time, and she knew it. She had gone too far down this road to stop now. She was committed to taking his load of semen in her mouth, fated to swallow his thick, clinging gobs of cum. And she was loving every frantic minute of it. And she was going to enjoy a gasping dry orgasm of her own just from having Mike pump his sperm down her throat.
And the time was drawing near. Mike's hips were lifting and rammed into her throat, bruising her. She sucked and swallowed the waves of saliva his invasion set off, lifted her head, suck- ing hungrily all the time, as if she were slurping up the sweet juices from a popsicle.
She drove her head down on her brother's iron-hard, blood-hot shaft of meat still again, harder and faster this time. She used suction to draw her down harder and faster and further than before, let Mike help drive her down on him. She felt his body jerk as he rammed his prick into her, slammed it down her throat. Every muscle in Judy's own body was writhing in a wild, insane flaming orgasm.
As she lifted her head and rammed it down again, threatening to run herself through with his blunt bludgeon of lust, she dandled his balls, then probed back into that dark, sweaty smelly place behind them. She scratched the throbbing, muscular ridge between the base of his scrotum and the puckered dimple of his asshole, and as she did, she felt his balls tighten and hug the base of his cock. She felt his muscles tensing, his body cocking itself for the final effort.
With frantic haste, she lifted her head one last time, sucked in a tremendous breath through her nose, then rammed her head down on her brother's vibrating phallus. She sucked that living, hot, column of flesh deep into her mouth, and down her throat as she felt his balls convulse. She felt a hot wad of semen rip down the length of his shaft, a quivering, muscular squirm propelling the thick gobbet along the tight channel. The first clinging blob of sperm-laden fluid bulleted from the head of his cock and spattered the back of her throat. She gulped it down, and then the unending waves were coming faster than she could swallow, pouring into her convulsing throat, pooling in her mouth and oozing from her lips.
At the first hint of his climax, Mike had forced himself to let up on his sister's head, in case she didn't want to take his load in her mouth. But when she rammed her head back down on him, he knew she wanted his sperm, knew she was willing to absorb his flood of cum in her mouth. His hips surged upward, threatening to ram his cock out the other side of her head. He let his own head drop back and loll loosely as he felt his semen sear up his prick and explode into his sister's throat. He had never had a cocksucking like this before in his life. His entire body was bathed in fiery pleasure as his groin emptied its titanic load of semen into his sister's working mouth. The feel of her throat spasming around the head of his cock as she swallowed the gummy liquid kept his ejaculation going on and on and on. His cumming threatened to last forever as he poured semen into Judy's stomach. But, eventually, his load had to run out, and did. And then he was left with his groin spasming in the delicious agony of dry heaves. Judy finally spat out his prick, his belly ached with the glorious feel of total carnal exhaustion.
Groggy, he looked down at Judy as she sat squatting back on her heels in front of him. Her chin was glistening with spit and semen. She looked as content as a cat they had once had after it had gorged itself on a half pint of heavy cream.
Judy's belly felt full, loaded with the warm soup of Mike's cum. Shiver after shiver of dying lust wracked her while she fought for breath. Her mouth was filled with the taste of his metal- lic, salty semen, and her nose was filled with the clinging, distinctive stench of masculine sex.
"Yum!" she finally exclaimed.
"Wow!" Mike exclaimed. "What a greeting!"
Judy struggled to her feet. She settled her naked form in her brother's lap, snuggling against him warmly. The chair groaned ominously under their combined weight but didn't collapse. Wrapping her arms around Mike, she kissed him, opening her mouth and letting him taste his own semen on her breath.
Mike responded eagerly to her kiss, sweeping one hand upward to cup and massage one of his sister's firm, young breasts. His groin ached as his cock tried vainly to respond to this new stimulation from his sister. But his penis insisted on remaining resolutely limp under the soft, pliable mass of her ass. He fondled the warm length of her body tenderly, stroking her satiny bare skin lovingly.
"Hi, Brother," Judy giggled.
"Hello, Sister," Mike responded. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," Judy answered. "Even ...?" Mike asked, sliding a hand down into the hot, hairy crevice of her sex. He slid his fingers into the sticky, unused juicy opening of her pussy.
"Even there," Judy admitted with a sigh. "Just sucking your cock was enough to make me cum."
"I'll be damned," Mike marveled.
Just then there was a knocking on the door and they both froze guiltily.
"Who's there?" Judy called after finding her voice. "It's me. Cynthia."
"Shit!" Mike swore softly. "She can't find us like this."
"Just a minute," Judy called. "Pull up your pants," she whispered softly to her brother. Getting off his lap, she picked up the raincoat and slipped it over her nude body. In the kitchen she quickly rinsed her mouth out with cola. Then she dawdled tensely while Mike fastened his pants. Finally she opened the door.
Cynthia breezed in briskly, fastened her gaze on Mike sharply, and glared. "I thought I'd find you here," she growled.
"Hi, Cynthia," Mike greeted his girl friend meekly.
Judy went on the offensive quickly, sensing the trouble that was brewing. "Why shouldn't he be here? He is my brother, after all."
"He certainly is," Cynthia retorted. "And I hope you don't ever forget it, either."
"Just what is that supposed to mean?" Mike demanded sharply.
"I mean, I don't think any incestuous little couplings would do our scheme any good at all," Cynthia explained meticulously.
"Incestuous couplings!" Judy erupted. "Why I never heard such nonsense in my life. Incest is— why—why—incest is perverted!"
"So's cocksucking," Cynthia said. Her seeming clairvoyance made both Judy and Mike start guiltily.
Judy had rinsed her mouth out with cola, and felt fairly secure. She stepped over to Cynthia. "Care to kiss me to see if you can taste anything on my breath?" she asked sweetly.
She was more than a little surprised when Cynthia took her up on her offer. When Cynthia's soft, girlish lips came down on hers, a surprising sweep of heat burned through Judy. Boldly, Judy opened her mouth in invitation to the slender blonde girl. When Cynthia followed up by probing Judy's mouth with her tongue, Judy's senses flamed to life. She knew Mike was watching, and must be amazed at the bold, lust-filled lesbian kiss.
Judy wrapped her arms around Cynthia and the two girls went into a tight, tangled embrace. Mike watched in astonishment. He could see how the girls' mouths were working as they explored each other with their tongues. His guts knotted at the sight. When the clinch broke and Cynthia reached to unbutton Judy's raincoat, he sank down dumbly on the chair to watch what happened next.
What happened was that Judy let Cynthia strip the raincoat off. Then, nude once more, Judy reached for the bottom of Cynthia's clinging black T-shirt. She stripped it up and off the blonde girl, baring her brother's girl to the waist. Licking her lips eagerly, Judy reached out and touched Cynthia's shy breasts, tweaking the pale pink nipples delicately.
Cynthia's mouth was partly open with lust and she reached out to play with Judy's lush, full, firm, young breasts. Her long graceful fingers traced the lush curves of Judy's breasts eagerly. Then she pinched and tugged Judy's nipples, twisting them.
Suddenly the two girls were in each other's arms again in a tight, breast-crushing embrace.
Their boobs squashed flat against each other as their mouths linked in a tight, sucking kiss.
This time when the embrace broke, Judy led Cynthia over to the mattress and helped her lie down on it. Bending over the slender blonde, Judy unfastened the girl's shorts and pulled them down and off her lean legs, exposing her pussy with its sparse blonde curls. Then Judy lay down beside Cynthia and the two girls entwined for a third time.
Mike felt his cock responding to the sight of the two nude girls tangling intimately on the worn mattress. He watched tensely as Cynthia's long, graceful legs dueled with Judy's shorter, more lushly curved limbs. Legs gripped legs, as the girls ground their pussies against each other's thighs, while their hands roamed boldly over each other's bare torsos.
Judy's lust soared at the feel of Cynthia's body against hers. At first Judy's only idea had been to soothe Cynthia's anger and buy some time for her brother to recover his poise and, conceivably, his sexual energy. But now, with Cynthia's long, sleek, softly feminine form sliding against her own bare skin, Judy was finding herself swept along in a torrent of lust. Cynthia's thigh was satin smooth between hers, hard, and driving against her pussy, grinding her clitoris into a knot of pleasure as effectively as any boy's body ever had. Judy returned the favor by lifting and driving her own thigh into Cynthia's crotch, feeling the girl's sparse, wiry pubic hair scratch her.
And breast against breast was incredibly stimulating! Cynthia's firm, small tits were grinding into Judy's larger, softer mounds. Turgid nipples rubbed and scraped together, striking fire through both female bodies.
Mike himself was seething. His cock was threatening to burst out of his pants it was getting so hard. Cynthia's and Judy's bodies had always had the power to turn him on. That time Judy had walked out of the bathroom and straight past him, naked as the day she was born, had nearly driven him crazy. After locking the door behind himself he had masturbated until he had spouted like a volcano. The first time he had stripped Cynthia's bikini off her at the beach and she had lain on the towel naked, his cock had damn near split his own suit. Now this, both of his women naked, writhing together in genuine lesbian lust, was almost too much. The fact that Judy had just sucked his cock dry eased his excitement a little. Probably if it hadn't been for that he would be ripping off his clothes and joining them on the mattress.
Sooner or later he was going to have to find some release for his boiling lust. Right now, though, he was content to feel the muscles of his groin knotting and his cock threatening to explode and just watch his sister and his girl friend making love to each other.
Now their positions were changing slowly. Cynthia was lowering her sweet, slender face, opening her lips and letting them close around one of Judy's budding erect nipples. The blonde girl's golden hair trailed gracefully over Judy's tanned skin. Judy was lying on her back, her curvy tan body writhing sensuously, her dark hair fanning out on the mattress, her head rolling mindlessly from side to side. Her face was twisted with pas- sion, her mouth hanging open slackly. She was gripping Cynthia's golden head, combing and twisting her fingers through the girl's blonde tresses. Judy was arching her back, driving her full, firm breast into Cynthia's working, suckling mouth even while she was pulling Cynthia's head down against her boob.
Raising her head, Cynthia left Judy's left breast gleaming with saliva and shifted her attention to Judy's right mound. Spearing her tongue out, Cynthia swept it in a tight circle around Judy's nipple, then battered it across the stiff rubbery bud.
Then Cynthia shifted, leaving those tortured globes of flesh. Licking happily at Judy's writhing torso, Cynthia worked her way lower. She left a gleaming, chill trail of drying spit, straight down Judy's arching, writhing body.
Judy's stomach muscles convulsed at the touch of Cynthia's tongue on the sleek expanse of her bare skin. The wind gusted from her in a wordless huff of lust when a tongue speared into the hollow of her navel.
Then Cynthia was driving lower, and turning her own body, bringing her hips up toward Judy's head. Pressing her face into Judy's crotch, Cynthia lifted one of her own legs over Judy's face and straddled the dark-haired girl as she lay on her back. Boring her tongue deep into Judy's slick, streaming pussy, Cynthia lowered her crotch on Judy's face.
Judy was ablaze with lust, her hips writhing and jerking at the invasion of her channel by Cynthia's probing tongue. Judy stared up at Cynthia's pussy, feasting her eyes on the blonde's sparse, reddish curls and pouting labia. Protruding from the slit were Cynthia's swollen and excited red inner lips a ready target for Judy's mouth and tongue.
Cynthia's pussy came down on Judy's face and the younger girl's head was full of the smell of sex. Judy drove her tongue deep into Cynthia's recesses. At the same time, Judy wrapped her arms around Cynthia's hips and gripped the girl's firm ass, and pulled her down even harder. Digging her heels into the mattress, Judy lifted her pelvis and rammed it up against Cynthia's working, devouring mouth.
Mike lurched up from the chair where he had been sitting. Without taking his eyes off the two girls, he began stripping off his clothes. His cock was a knot of agony from being restricted by the tight pants. When he got his pants open and off, his prick whipped free, sending a gleaming drop of wetness arching through the air.
Mike stalked the room tensely, his hands working as he watched and watched and watched the girls twisting together, head to crotch on the mattress. Cynthia's firm, rounded buttocks were clenching and quivering as Judy clutched them. Cynthia's small breasts were pressed flat against Judy's rounded belly and the lithe blonde was hugging herself tightly to Judy.
Judy's hips were surging upward against Cynthia's face, her heels were digging into the mattress. Judy's whole body was writhing against Cynthia's slender form in a mindless twisting of lesbian lust.
And then both girls began to cum. Their bodies knotted and they strained against each other, their hands digging and pulling at each other's straining, tensed flesh. Faces ground deep into pussies, jaws worked hungrily against pulpy wet folds of tissue, tongues pried deep into streaming holes. For an aching eternity the girls strained against each other, then both sagged limp simultaneously.
Cynthia rolled off Judy and sprawled boneless-ly on her back, her knees bent, her thighs wide open as she fought to catch her breath. Her face was wet and sticky with spit and Judy's cum.
Judy lay on her back, her chest heaving as she panted wearily. Her breasts felt bruised and abused, her nipples swollen and sore from excitement. She could feel cum and saliva drying on her pussy and the insides of her thighs. Her cheeks and chin were icy from Cynthia's juices and her own saliva.
Mike advanced on the two naked, gasping women. His hands clenched mindlessly as he feasted his eyes on their naked beauty. The two spent sensuous forms were a study in contrasts. Judy was curvy where Cynthia was slender, Judy had a dark, deep tan, while Cynthia's was a light, golden shade, Judy had dark curly hair and Cynthia had straight blonde tresses.
And neither girl was doing anything to conceal any part of their bodies. Both had their legs open, their crotches totally exposed. Four uncovered breasts with taut excited nipples pointed ceiling-ward. It appeared as if both of them were making total, uninhibited offerings of their lush, naked bodies to him.
Mike's gaze flickered hungrily from the blonde pussy of Cynthia to Judy's dark, curly one. It was like being presented with an unbelievable feast.
But Mike knew he dared not take his sister. Not right here and now in front of Cynthia. Fortunately, it didn't make much difference to him at this point. Mike had the feeling he could screw a hole in a block of wood, his cock was so hard and ready. He lowered himself, and knelt between Cynthia's open legs. Leaning forward, he lay down between her gaping thighs. He aimed his cock into the streaming, ready hole of her vagina and drilled it deep into her hot, slick, clinging depths.
Wrapping her arms around him, Cynthia welcomed his thrust. She thrilled to the feeling of having her vagina stuffed full of hot, hard, heavy, sturdy male cock. She relished the feel of Mike's heavy bulk squashing her flat on the mattress. Her jealousy and suspicions evaporated into thin air with the feel of her boyfriend's prick jamming her full.
Judy had felt the mattress shift when Mike had settled on it, and had known what was going to happen. She felt a twinge of jealousy that her brother was going to fuck Cynthia instead of her, but knew it had to be that way. Turning her head, she watched, peeking under Cynthia's raised knee. From her angle, head toward Cynthia's feet, she could see Mike's shining white cock vanish into Cynthia's red rimmed vagina. Judy had a closeup view of the way Cynthia's hairy labia gripped Mike's cock as he powered it into the blonde's ready tunnel. A smear of thick fluids oozed down Cynthia's ass from her plumbed hole.
Mike drew back, his rock-hard cock sliding into view, shining with liquid. He drew back until the groove under the glans came into view at the opening of Cynthia's vagina, then rammed his powerful prick deep in the blonde girl's guts again. His balls swung heavily up and slapped against her quivering bottom. He began to pump rhythmically, sliding his gleaming white lance out of the hot clinging, sheath, then driving it back in.
Judy's body quivered empathically at the sight of Mike screwing Cynthia so deeply with his turgid phallus. Judy's vagina convulsed on emptiness, searching forlornly for a cock to grip.
Mike was digging his fingers under Cynthia's ass, lifting her hips and driving his fingers into the crack between the cheeks. Judy could see him searching blindly with his fingers for something. He poked and prodded along the depths of the crack between Cynthia's buttocks until one finger hit the wrinkled, puckered bud of her asshole. Slowly, he drove his finger into that tight opening, prying his finger into her rectum.
Judy's whole body knotted with excitement at the sight. It was a variation she had never imagined. Just the sight of a finger being driven into Cynthia's anus was enough to send shock waves of excitement ripping through Judy. Somehow, instinctively, Judy knew just how great an invasion like that would feel. Silently, she cheered her brother on as he twisted and drilled his finger up into Cynthia's bowels while he pistoned his gleaming cock in her greedy vagina.
Reaching down along her own body, Judy pressed the fingertips of both hands against her mons, dug them lower into the pulpy, sticky wet tangle of her pussy. With the fingers of her left hand she rolled and mangled her clit. Driving lower with the fingers of her right, she tried to jam four of them into her vagina. Then she changed her masturbatory attack, somehow managing to torture her clit with three fingers, and drive-all the others into her vagina. And she also managed to stimulate her anus at the same time. Without taking her eyes off Cynthia's two-pronged skewering, Judy drove a wad of fingers into her vagina and twisted another into her own asshole. It probably wasn't as good as what Cynthia was feeling, but it was going to have to do. Waves of fire slashed through Judy as she energetically stimulated herself with both hands.
Mike had his finger buried in the hot, greasy hole of Cynthia's anus. His hand was grinding into the bottom of her crack as he fought to reach still deeper into her. He was pumping and piston-ing his cock in her slick, slimy, clinging vagina at the same time. Still not satisfied, he pried a second finger into Cynthia's ass, brutally stretching her tight ring of muscle as he did. He could feel the pressure of his fingers against his cock, and of his cock against his fingers.
"Jesus Christ!" Cynthia erupted hoarsely. "Shit, awwww, fuck, awwwww!" Her slender body heaved and writhed and jerked as waves of fire seared through her. Her vagina was crammed full of cock, and her asshole stretched and stuffed with Mike's working fingers. She could feel Mike moving in the clinging, velvety tunnel of her rectum, pressing against his piston-ing cock through the thin wall of flesh separating her two openings.
"Aaawwwww, I'm cummminnnggggggg," she gargled helplessly as her orgasm crashed down on her like a tidal wave.
Mike was hammering his cock deep in Cynthia's convulsing, streaming vagina. He twisted and pulled with the fingers sunk in her anus to increase the pressure against his prick, and felt his climax building. The first wad of cum burst from the tip of his prick like a cannon shot. He heaved, ramming his pulsing, convulsing cock into Cynthia's pussy as if he were trying to drive it right through her. He jammed his fingers further into her rectum as if he was trying to bore them all the way up through her so that they emerged from her mouth.
He filled her guts with his thick, hot cum until it poured out from around his cock, dribbled down Cynthia's ass and coated his hand where it was grinding against her bottom.
Judy's own self-made orgasm burst over her like fireworks at the sight of Cynthia and Mike straining against each other. Her vagina convulsed around her fingers and her anus spasmed as she came. She saw the thick streams of creamy semen pouring from Cynthia's vagina, and consoled herself with the knowledge that she was carrying a load of that delicious fluid in her own stomach.
It was a long time before the three of them had recovered enough to sit up and talk.
Cynthia staggered wearily to her feet and gathered her clothes. "I guess you two weren't doing anything," she admitted at last.
"Of course we weren't," Judy lied smoothly.
Mike wrapped one arm around Cynthia and bugged the blonde girl. "You're my girl. No sweat," he assured her. "After all, Judy's my sister, for God's sake."
Judy thought he was laying it on a bit thick. "When are we going to get the ransom?" she asked, changing the subject.
Mike frowned. "The Old Bastard's really being a pain. Says if he gives in someone'll only try it again."
"What about the cops?" Cynthia asked.
Mike shrugged. "As far as I know, they haven't been told anything about the kidnapping yet. Mom's been real tight about that. If it weren't for her, the Old Bastard would just kiss Judy off and let the fuzz handle it all. He couldn't care less what happens to Judy. Just so long as no one gets their hands on his money he's happy."
"Oh, great," Judy exclaimed, Mike looked at his sister. "You knew he was like that, Sis. But Mom's keeping him in line. We'll hit him with another ransom note tomorrow. And with another tearful tape from you to jog Mom we'll get him moving. By the way, that first tape was a dilly. You were bawling so hard we could hardly understand you."
Judy giggled. "I wasn't bawling. Paul was eating me out when I made the recording."
"No shit!" Mike exclaimed. "See if you can do as well tomorrow. I'll send Paul by again."
"It'll be a pleasure," Judy chuckled.
"I'll be seeing you," Mike said in farewell. Behind Cynthia's back, he flashed a tender look of love, encouragement, and approval to his sister before closing the door.
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 tamed 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. Somewhere 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 loner 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. Sometimes 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 hussv 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 rec- tum, 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.
"Who—who is it?" Judy ventured timidly.
"It's me," Paul answered, his voice muffled by the door.
"Paul!" Judy leaped up from the mattress. Ig- noring 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 clenched 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 teen-agers threw themselves together again, and their bare flesh tapped 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 pis-toned 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 whatever 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 stimu- lating 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 eat 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 strugged 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 pis-toning 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 underside, 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, fee 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 eomminnggggg," 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, roll, ing 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 re-marked.
"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 raincoat. 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 increased 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 toward 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 almost 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 reddish 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 increased 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 raincoat. 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 becoming 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.