Editor's Note: This story was apparently scanned decades ago as there are many typos and misread characters. I've elected to publish this since it may have some value, and it does have a cover image. Hopefully someday a better example will surface.
Chapter I
Clark jerked erect as he heard the door click open and shut at the garage entrance to his private pad. There was a light thudding of bare heels across the kitchen and then Tannsy appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, tiny and cute and holding a serving tray against her middle.
"Hi," she said, "you mind if I eat breakfast out here with you? It's too quiet in the house with everybody gone."
"Well, hi, sweet thing. Sure, bring it on over. I already had breakfast, but I was just wishing I had somebody to watch the game with."
"Hah. Knowing you, I'll bet it wasn't any sister you were wishing for."
"Well, so how about we pretend you're not my sister, then? Gad, I thought for a minute it was Mother standing there. You look so much like her now you're growing up."
"What in the world would Mama be doing out here?"
"Oh, she comes out to rap once in a while. But I couldn't figure out for a minute how she could be standing there and be on her way to Miami, too. Here, we can plug in the coffee right here and I'll have some of that with you."
Tannsy lay back, half against the Hollywood headboard of the bed and half against her brother. Clark slipped his arm around her, sniffing the clean fragrance of her hair which came barely past his shoulder. He turned his attention to the ball game while Tannsy crunched contentedly at her cereal.
Tannsy popped a sudden laugh, shaking her tummy and slopping milk from the bowl on her knees. "You know, Clarkie?" she said. "We really are more like a husband and wife than a brother and sister, aren't we?"
"Well, fr chris'sakes," Clark laughed. "What you been reading now that brought all that on?"
"Nothing about that. I just heard Miz Compton saying it the other day. To Mama. Because you and me like each other so much like most brothers and sisters don't, she says. But we are, anyway, aren't we? The way we always do things together like a husband and wife?"
"We do-o things together like a husband and wife, hey baby??"
"Sure, like- Oh-h." Tannsy's face tinged pink as she jabbed an elbow into Clark's ribs. "You know what I mean, you big dummy. Like we re together all the time. And like I cook for you a lot when Mama and Erma're both gone and now we're even having breakfast in bed together?"
Clark chuckled, giving his sister a squeeze. "If you say so, baby. Hey, I thought you were spending the weekend with Lorene Wilson."
"I was. I am. I'm going over right after practice but I wanted to stay home until Mama took out for Miami."
"Get your stuff packed and I'll drive you over after the game."
"Aah, you don't have to do that. I can carry it easy when we go to practice. I think I'll come home anyway so you don't have to be here all alone."
"Aah, 't's okay. Don't worry 'bout it."
Tannsy gave her brother a sideways grin. "You prob'ly won't be alone all that long anyway, will you, Soop-perstar? All those girlfriends you got screaming to... do it with you all the time."
"Hey-y, you idiot. I don't bring girls here."
"Ah-h, I know you don't, baby. You got this cat pad all rigged out just for your little ol'solitary self. Like you got the TV there at the foot of the bed n-not so the only place a girl could watch it from would be right here on the bed with you, right? And you put that sexy psych light up there on the ceiling just because you like blue light? And you live out here like the family chauffeur when you've got a perfectly good bedroom in the house just because you v-vant to be a-lone, hey, baby?"
"Well, so I do like being out here by myself. What's wrong with that?"
"Yes-s, dear-r. I'm only fifteen years old so I don't know what it's all about and, of course, I'm blind, too. I never see Gayle Jennings sneaking in here through the back door like from the swimming pool, or Buffy Durham or Bobbi Denton or Debbie Leonard or-"
"H ey-y, what's with the roll call, you dum-dum? Since when have you started sneaking on me?"
"Come on, Clarkie! It doesn't take any great huge brain to figure out what you and some girl are doing in here alone together. You may not talk about it, but th-they are al-ways bragging about ma-king it with the great Soop-perstar, Clarkie Flet-cher. Like Buffy Durham and Ronnie Lee Sheridan both-th getting their cherries popped by the great lover and both-th at the same ti-ime, yet. Y~e Gods."
"Aah, you're just jealous."
"Damn right. I wish somebody'd start making it with the Little Fletcher Superstar so I could find out what it's like, too. Or I wish I had the guts to make somebody."
"Grow up a little, nobody'll be able to keep their hands off you. Luscious little broad like you?"
"Even you?"
"Especially me. If-f you weren't my sister, of course."
"Darn you. Why do you always gotta put an if on something interesting like that? Hey, how 'bout we figure out some way to divorce a brother and sister from being brother and sister so they can make out together like other kids if they want to. It'd be so-o convenient, don'tcha know."
"Hey-y, right on, baby. Maybe we could get the Old Man to legislate some new law or something, hey?"
Tannsy sniffed an intimate little grin, twisting against Clark to put her empty cereal bowl on the headboard of the bed. Her robe stretched tight on one side and popped open on the other. One of her perky little breasts pushed her frilly nightgown out like a little green puffball.
Clark jerked his eyes away as Tannsy caught him looking. Tannsy's cheeks went pink again but, to Clark's great surprise, she didn't tease him about sneaking a peek. A sudden strange quietness came over her as her own eyes dropped. She swallowed almost audibly and then, with an impatient flick of one shoulder that said "pee on it" more plainly than her husky voice would have said it, snuggled down against her brother, stretching her legs out full length along his, nestling her head into his shoulder hollow and throwing an arm companionably across his stomach. Her robe fell completely open and two perfect nickel-size shadows showed dark and enticing against the hazy greenish-white roundnesses under her nightgown. Two tiny nipples poked like ends of fingers at the filmy material.
Clark caught the faint aroma of fresh young turned-on virgin cunt and his cock rose from rapidly stiffening to instant-on, full-blown stallion hard. Quickly, he crossed his legs to keep it hidden.
"Hey, Clarkie?" Tannsy blurted into the awkward silence, "what do they mean when they say good or not good? I mean, I never heard not good but I always thought you'd--you know, just do it and that would be that."
"I dunno. I guess it makes it better when you play around a lot before you do it."
"Ah! You mean love play like it says in Mama's marriage manual?"
"Good God, you've read even that??"
"Not all of it yet but I remember it says you're supposed to love play a lot first. It doesn't say how to love play, though. How--what is it you do when you love play?"
"I don't think there's any special way you'd do it. They probably mean you just--you know, play around with each other a lot."
"......?"
"..... Like down here!" Clark impulsively brushed his hand across Tannsy's pelvis. Tannsy's body lurched and, instantly, Clark's hand burned to be back on that warm little mound of cunt. He compromised by letting his hand rest supercasually on her lower stomach.
He twisted to reach a cigarette from the headboard of the bed, and his hand dragged Tannsy's shortie nightgown half up her tummy. The bikini bottom pulled tight across her pelvic ridge and Clark could imagine a blurry little patch of darkness through the green chiffon. The two firm lobes of her cunt with the panties drawn up into the exciting girl cleft between them were as sharply outlined as if Tannsy had been naked down there.
Tannsy rolled abruptly to pluck the cigarette out of her brother's mouth. She sucked clumsily at it, replaced it between Clark's lips and blew out a cloudy little puff of smoke along with a suppressed cough. When she had settled back into position, her superwarm behind was half rolled onto Clark's hip and one leg was slightly bent at the knee. Clark's hand was resting on her velvet-soft inner thigh, the edge of his index finger touching against her cunt. Tannsy's breath was coming in shaky little swallowings just like his own.
Clark edged his fingers in, his sightless gaze steady on the television screen. Tannsy inched her legs apart, her own blind stare as rigid as her brother's, and finally all four fingers were pressed into the crotch of the filmy green nightie bottoms. As Clark was putting the cigarette into the ash tray, using the movement as an excuse to slide his fingers hard up her cunt, the feeling of sneaking on Tannsy came on too heavy. He took his hand from between her legs and openly wedged his fingertips under the top elastic of her panties. With her own shivery little sigh, Tannsy sucked her stomach in, frogging her legs frankly open to let Clark's hand cup firmly onto her soft warm bare cunt.
Clark began a gentle stroking with one finger in the sweaty-feeling slit and one on each side of the firm lobes. With each teasing movement, he pulled back far enough to luxuriate in the satin smoothness of Tannsy's silky-soft cunt hair in the cup of his hand.
Tannsy's hips came on in squirming little rolling motions, trying to follow his fingers. "God, Clarkie," she whispered.
"You like?"
"Man-n! Hey, wait--"
Shifting her slumped weight off the elbow in Clark's stomach, Tannsy slipped her hand through the opening in his pajamas. As Clark opened his legs to let his superstiff cock spring loose, Tannsy brought it boldly into the open.
"G-God," she breathed, staring in fascination at the bald-knobbed pillar of hard smooth blue-veined boy bone, "I never knew it got so bi-ig."
Clark laughed jerkily and closed Tannsy's fingers around the throbbing stem. He held her hand under his own and slid the sleeve of skin once down and once up to let Tannsy feel the cross-ridged bone inside with the palm of her own hand. Tannsy quickly picked up the movement for herself.
Twisting his body slightly, Clark replaced his awkward left hand with his more practiced right, cupping it boldly to Tannsy's pulse-thumping snatch. Dropping his middle finger to search out the line of the cleft, he began a gentle prodding, finally getting one finger started into the virgin hole. The taut rolls of flesh closed over the first knuckle of his finger and Tannsy's spastic grip abruptly became stilled on his straining cock.
The second knuckle popped in too quickly and Tannsy's body went rigid against him.
"Yeah," Clark said. "This is dumb."
"No, 't's okay," Tannsy said quickly, clapping a hand over Clark's. "It felt good when you... before you got too rough. Hey, let's pretend we're really doing it while we watch the game, okay? Like Mama'n Daddy that time, remember? That time in the den?"
"Th-they weren't pretending, hey, baby."
"Well--so we won't, either, if you don't want to."
"Hey-y, you little dum-dum. Playing around a little's okay if you want, but let's don't be thinking something dumb."
"Okay, nothing dumb, but wouldn't it be great if we really could do it together, you and me? We'd really be like married then, wouldn't we, and you wouldn't be able to do it to anybody else bu-ut me."
"..... Neither would you."
"I wouldn't want to."
Tannsy pulled her robe aside, then impatiently wriggled out of it altogether. Flipping her nightie up her back, she backed her warm behind into her brother's belly, raising one leg to reach back and bring his raging cock through. She snugged it tight against her cunt and then reached back to Clark's hip one more time to pull his belly more firmly against her bottom, ending it all with an affectionate little pat on his ass.
"Okay?" she said. "Hey, wait. I want to take my pants off so I can feel it against it. Yours, too, okay?"
"Isn't this great, Clarkie?" she said a moment later, throwing a happy grin over her shoulder. "Just like it used to be, hey?"
"N-not exactly like it used to be, hey, baby."
"No? How's it different?"
"It doesn't feel different to you? We fit a lot better for one thing. And your fanny's softer. And warmer. And bigger."
"Bi-igger-r!"
"Well, I meant nice bigger."
"I know something else got bigger, too, hey."
Tannsy grinned slyly, wrinkling her nose. Abruptly she spun within the circle of her brother's arms, reaching one hand between their bodies to recapture his stick between her warm thighs and then hugging her tiny body tight against him. The stiff points of her hard young breasts burned tiny round holes through his pajama top.
"I want to watch your face while we do it," she whispered huskily. "It's... like beautiful."
Clark burst into laughter. "Beautiful!!"
"Well, whatever you say for a guy's face. Handsome?? Y-Yluck. To me, it's beautiful. All red-like but not embarrassed red, you know? And all soft- like?"
"Yours is like that, too."
"It prob'ly is. I feel like that all over. Hey, you remember how we used to do it in the bathtub when we were little? Hey, I wanna see what that would be like now it's got so big, okay?"
Tannsy scrambled to her feet to stoop astraddle of her brother's hips. Excitedly wiggling her soft bottom to part his legs, she seated herself within the circle with her heels on each side of his waist, innocently exposing the most beautiful little cunt he had ever seen to the brother's avid view. The delicate mantle of golden-auburn cunt hair emphasized rather than hid the pouting lobes. The lobes themselves blushed a dusky pink color in gentle contrast to the brilliant white of Tannsy's inner thighs, forming, even with Tannsy's legs spread so widely, a solid unbroken line from a point somewhere above the tiny brown dot of her asshole to the softly rounded ledge of her pelvic ridge where an extra little tag of flesh inserted itself.
Her eager hands shaking wildly all of a sudden, Tannsy reached for the throbbing pillar of her brother's cock, bunting the glaring red head against the pinky-tan lobes of her dainty cunt, clumsily hitting the unbroken line too far down the slit. Instinctively her hips rolled forward and the point of the big dick slid upwards to dent into a soft little cup just beneath the ledge of her pelvic ridge.
A deep flush swept over Tannsy's face and she caught her lower lip between her teeth as her tummy collapsed with the intensity of the feeling in her cunt. As her hips rolled back, the inside skin of her cunt stuck flaccidly to the dry head of Clark's dick, letting go with sharp tingling points of unendurable torture. It took all the lip-biting will power he could muster to keep from slapping his hands to the soft cheeks of his tiny sister's bottom and rolling his own hips forward to ram that throbbing son- of-a-bitch into her as far as it would go.
"G-God!" Tannsy whispered. She abruptly tipped her body forward to see but the hem of her nightgown bellied out in front of her. Impatiently, she whipped her nightgown aside but the instant she released it to get her hand back on the warm length of cock, it again fell forward to block her view.
"Darn it," she cried, and without a second thought, threw both hands behind herself to whisk the nightgown over the sexy tangle of her golden- auburn hair.
Clark gulped as Tannsy's hard little apple breasts quivered so suddenly into his sight, the tips of both straining outwards and upwards like tiny pink feelers searching for some elusive something they couldn't yet define.
Tannsy caught his surprised look as she tossed the cloud of green chiffon over the side of the bed. "What's the matter?" she asked quickly.
"Nothing. I was just... looking at your breasts. They're so much nicer than I ever thought they'd be whenever I saw you dressed."
"You think so?? I never thought I had all that much. Compared to like Gayle Jennings's or Virginia Compton's? Or even Carmie Reiner's?"
"Well, hell, none of them are sweet and tiny all over like you are. I've never seen anybody's-s--like f-fit so perfect to their bodies like yours do. Everything about you fits everything else so--It's like fantastic, you know? You're like a perfect woman all over except you're tiny."
A bright smile swept over Tannsy's pretty face. "I'm glad you-u think so anyway," she said happily. The abrupt squirming of her hips almost drove the stiff point of his cock into her wide open cunt. Clark quickly swiveled his hips sideways, rudely dumping his tiny sister to the bed.
"Hey-y," Tannsy protested, "I wanted to do that some more. It felt go- od."
"No way," Clark said sternly. "We almost really did it. It almost went in."
"Would've been okay with me, hey. --Okay, okay, I know. Nothing dumb. So I liked it better when we were touching all over anyway, didn't you?"
Tannsy's nimble fingers raced over the buttons of her brother's pajama top. She rolled against him, again slipping her tiny warm hand between their bodies to encircle the base of his dick, her fingertips feathering curiously along the soft canal on the underside of it. She giggled suddenly.
"At least it didn't bend over like when we used to try-y to make it go in, hey?" she said. "God, I'm so w-wet down here, Clarkie. Is that all from me or does your thing do that, too?"
"It's from you. The girl always--"
"..... The girl always what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"Hey-y, come on, Clarkie. When did you and me ever not tell each other something?"
"...... Right on, honey, I'm sorry.--The girl always gets real wet and slippery down there so the guy's thing'll... well, like slide into it easy."
"Well, so... sli-ide it on in then, hey?"
"Hey, knock it off, Tannsy. You know we can't go that far. You're still my s-sister even if we are... like we shouldn't even be doing."
"Oh, pee on sister. Anyway you said we re pretending I'm not your sister this one--" Tannsy clapped a hand to Clark's hip, thrusting herself hard against him. "No, don't get away. Please. I'll be good, I promise, only let's do this some more. This can't hurt anything, can it?"
Clark pulled Tannsy hard against himself for a moment, then, with a brief mental struggle, blanked his mind against the hard tips of her breasts boring twin holes into his chest. He lay carefully motionless save for his hand caressing her warm behind but his mind refused to stay blank for long against the moist thighs fucking the foreskin back and forth on his giant- size cock, the smooth rippling of the muscles in her behind going soft and firm by turns as Tannsy moved, and the warm little cotton bolster of her hand caressing the cheek of his own tingling ass.
The sweaty little smacking sounds suddenly ceased as Tannsy hunched her hips and slipped her hand between them to pull the big exciting cock more tightly against her slippery cunt. And then more tightly with each stroking. Little by little her body shifted backwards until she was frankly rubbing herself along the full length of the big exciting cock and then bunting her cunt against the end of it.
Watching Clark's face at first but quickly losing herself to this new pleasure, her toying fingers began sliding the rubbery point back and forth along the solid slit of her cunt, her lithe little gymnast body gradually shuffling around until her bottom thigh was tight along her tummy, the ankle fitted snugly under Clark's side. Biting her lip in concentration, Tannsy hooked her other heel behind her brother's knee and her hips began to come on in instinctive little rolling motions as she searched for the place that big warm wonderful thing was supposed to go into.
Clark stiffened warningly but Tannsy quickly silenced him with jittery fingertips pressed against his mouth. "Just a little bit?" she pleaded shakily. "Please?"
Clark felt his cock nestle into the dimple of Tannsy's cunt and then, to his great surprise, he felt the slippery lobes begin to spread against the blunt end. There was a little thunk feeling, suddenly, and a breath stealing feeling of shimmering wet heat around the head of his dick, and then the firm rolls of girl flesh snapped around the shoulder rim, snug and tight as a pair of rolled rubber bands.
Tannsy's eyes popped wide open. "I thought it'd be too big to go in," she chortled.
"I did, too. I couldn't hardly even get my finger in it a little while ago. Didn't it hurt?"
"N-not really hurt, no. It felt kinda funny for a minute but now it's really great. Like a great big warm-m--rubber ball, you know? it feel good for you, too?"
"Oh man, honey, like wi-ild!"
"Well, whyn'tcha-- Oh nuts, Clarkie, why don't you go ahead and sli-ide it on in one time, okay? Just one time, okay? No, wait. I wanna see what it looks like first."
Tannsy curled her upper body over and Clark arched his backwards so they could both see the solid bone bridge curving over between their bodies, the end of it anchored so tightly in the overstuffed lips of Tannsy's cunt.
"God," Tannsy breathed. "We really did it, didn't we? I never thought that huge thing would really go in there."
"You sure it's not hurting you, Tann? You look like you're... about to split clear apart or something or like your whole belly's full of it or something."
"No-o, I told you. It feels... like fantastic. God, doesn't it--isn't it--doesn't it make you feel all craazy inside seeing it stuck in me like that? It sure does me-e.
Tannsy gripped inquisitively at the throbbing shaft with hands that felt like two tiny bands of white hot cotton cutting the turgid length of it. Her hands moved gently toward Clark's body and Clark could feel the foreskin of his burgeoning cock stir within the snug chrysalis of the little velvet vise. Tannsy stroked toward her own body and he could feel the same skin piling up against the tight-stretched velvet lobes of the brand new girl hole. He gritted his teeth until his gums ached.
As Tannsy's hands moved toward her own crotch, the heel of her hand brushed across the point of her supererected clitoris. Her breath caught in a sharp hiss. Her hands tightened convulsively on the big prod between their bodies and her hips swiveled against it, wedging the bulging head a tiny bit further into the tight-clinging grip of her wet little hotbox. Her pretty little pixie face bloomed with a look of surprised voluptuousness that hollowed Clark's stomach from the top of his swirling head to the tip of his suddenly catatonic cock.
His hips lurched in spite of himself and suddenly the boiling in his gut was beyond his control. He lunged at Tannsy from sideways but her satin smooth hip slipped away from his sweating hand and Tannsy's tiny body went skidding backwards across the slippery silk bedsheet, the head of his dick still stuck in her cunt. He thrust an arm behind her hips, scrambling desperately, and finally got on top of her. In a blind stupor, he stabbed his enormous rigid supercock at the brand new, never-used, virgin cunt laid out so wide open for him to take, vaguely feeling her tummy collapse as Tannsy tried suddenly to cringe away from him. Vaguely, he was aware of a tearing sensation in front of the ballooning head of his dick and of Tannsy's strangled squeal and of her head lashing no, no, no, against the headboard of the bed. But then he was hammering deep, deep, and deeper into the soul- scorching heat of the whimpering little body and he was aware of nothing but his own body melting into one huge prick and then exploding, blasting his whole goddam life into the tiny tiny girl hole he was driving the spurting prick into.
Chapter II
Maybe she really was okay as she had insisted, in spite of the blood all over everything this morning. Even as he watched, Tannsy's tiny body did an incredibly swift whip over the lower of the parallel bars, springing into a hand stand on the upper bar that spun on into a blurred double whirling and a flying flip from which Tannsy landed lightly on her feet bare inches in front of Lorene Wilson who was standing by observing her every move. He saw Tannsy give her bright little smile of encouragement and lay an affectionate pat on Lorene's skinny ass and lead her to the bars to try the routine. As earlier, in the cafeteria, the self-assured movements of her lithe little body took on that strange new aspect of maturity that was just not his favorite little sister anymore.
Too late yet again, Clark heard the starting gun and had to stand alone in red-faced embarrassment while Coach Somers called the team back to start over, screaming at the whole team for lack of coordination because, like always, he didn't have quite the guts to pinpoint his ass chewing to the Senior Senator's only son. When he emerged from the four-lap timing sprint for which he had gotten into the water on time for a change, Tannsy and Lorene were waving good-bye from the wide archway between the pool and the gymnasium half of the club. Thank God.
Back on the starting block for still another time check, Clark spotted indoor tennis star Carmella Reiner and her tennis star brother among the eager beaver coat-tail athletes who stay to get their kicks to the last ripple of jock muscles, even in this hour of overtime he'd earned for his team. Politely, he returned Carmella's quick smile.
That was a funny one, he'd heard, that Carmella Reiner. He'd never come on with her himself but he'd heard several of the fellows telling how dumb and easy she was. Not stupid dumb; Carmella was a brilliant scholar in school, always coming up with grades to match the best, but she was said to have the imagination of a sex-mad alley cat. Like she would let just anybody play with those beautiful knockers of hers, inside her dress right off the bat, and even take her bra off if she had remembered to wear one. All they would have to do to get her panties off was to whisper in her ear to raise her behind a little and she'd do it like she didn't know what for. Between the times she was taking on anyone who would first be seen with her in public, she was said to be making it steadily with her own brother.
Almost smugly, Clark's mind began comparing the vibrant aliveness of his laughing little sister to the vacuous nothingness of the Reiner sister. A jolt hit him like a giant fist in the gut as he recalled the half-intrigue, half-disgust when anybody mentioned Carmella and Tommie Reiner. The same smirk would be used on his own sweet little sister if word of what they had done this morning ever got out.
Sick to death in his stomach, he sliced into the water. Heedless to Coach Somers' whistle screaming like an hysterical woman, he swam four violent laps of the pool but the sick feeling wouldn't go away.
Nor would the memory of what a great little broad his sister really was, the way she-e had comforted him-m afterwards: "Well, Clar-kie, I don't see how you can say you're such a lousy broth-ther. I don't remember little sister exactly fighting you off-f exactly, so if there's any blame for it, it has to be at least half mine, doesn't it? Or do you think I'm a rotten kid, too, then?" Tannsy had giggled. "In trouble together like always, hey, Clarkie?"
"So-ome trouble, hey." He had grinned back, finally, and that made it all right for Tannsy, too. Then he had kissed her, just like a real girlfriend, and Tannsy had thought that was the greatest thing ever happened.
Clark relaxed, finally, but his brain would never erase the beautiful memory of the act itself; of how Tannsy's tiny tight little cunt had held his cock way deep inside her, squeezing so tight it felt like a raging hard-on even after it had become completely soft, or her hard little breasts mashed against his chest while Tannsy held him close, not letting him get away from her until they had convinced each other that it had been no more than a crazy freak accident, or of her tiny cunt so reluctant to let his' cock go even then, even packed full of slippery juice like it was. So-ome great freak accident, hey, baby.
The boring hour of what used to be exciting competition in the water finally ended but Clark suddenly couldn't face going home to that sex- oriented pad of his without the forbidden little sister giggling in it.
Up close, he found it hard to believe what they said about Carmella Reiner. She seemed like any ordinary nice kid, no different than his own sisters or any of the girls they ran around with. Her face, framed in shiny clean chestnut-colored hair, was soft and pretty even if it was rather vague looking. She was only sixteen, a few months younger than himself; and a kind of skinny broad, but she had the right tits, hips, and legs, and all in the right places.
She was as easy as they said but, shit, most girls were easy for him. Not even bothering to go into the house when they got there, Carmella led Clark to the three-car garage at the rear to show him the classic old Pierce Arrow sedan her father was restoring.
In spite of Carmella's suggestive grin, Clark played it like with a normal girl. "Hey, neat!" he said enthusiastically. "Let's get in and you tell the chauffeur where we want to go, okay?"
A look like surprise swept over Carmella's face. Then she smiled and she really was pretty. "You are as nice as everybody says, aren't you," she murmured. "You don't have to pretend anything with me, you know, Clarkie. I've been around."
Inside, the old car smelled like a French whorehouse with a lousy housekeeper. Clark quickly pulled a strap that let a window drop open on the dark side of the garage. He turned to Carmella and she came into his arms like a warm, beautiful, soft, shapely-and lifeless-doll. She accepted his kiss, neither taking nor giving, neither pushing her cunt against him nor pulling it away. He liked the way she let herself drop back onto the leather seat with no phony fussing but he found himself wishing she'd give a little instead of just accepting everything.
He slipped his hand through the elastic neckline of her blouse and tried to edge his fingers under her brassiere, but the brassiere was too tight. Carmella quickly hunched her shoulders to let him push it out of the way. The nipple of her powdery smooth breast came to instant life in the palm of his hand but to look at her face anyone would think he was doing nothing more than checking her cup size for a new bra.
The very nothingness of it all turned Clark on like the sneaky intimacy of a bathroom before Mrs. Compton had taught him what fucking a woman's hot juicy cunt was like. By the time he had slipped his hand between Carmella's flopped-out thighs and cupped his hand to her cunt through her panties, he had a hard on to put him in competition with a bull elephant. He slipped fingers under the leg of Carmella's panties, then stretched the crotch to get his whole hand onto the fuzzy hair on her firm feeling cunt. He thought his fingers had found the warm slit but then he wasn't all that sure. There was no least bit of breath-gulping wetness inviting him to dig in and play.
He never needed the whispered invitation to get Carmella's panties off. He pulled his hand from her cunt to run it up her hip and then, with none of the proper waiting period other girls insisted on, squeezed off a big handful of resilient round ass and moved his fingers to the top elastic. Carmella instantly raised her hips to let him get the wisp of silk down over her hips and then again to let him pull her skirt off from the bottom.
As Carmella's really great breasts came into view with her blouse and brassiere gone, Clark was suddenly seeing a set of hard little apple breasts with stiff pink nipples peeking through a film of misty green chiffon. Irritably, he snapped his head and clambered between Carmella's warm thighs and thrust his rigid cock at the dry lips of her cunt. He caught the involuntary wince of pain that crossed Carmella's features and backed off to lay beside her and finger her cunt and get her more ready.
"What's the matter, Clarkie?" Carmella asked anxiously. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Unh-uh. I was just in too much of a hurry, I guess."
"Oh.... Hey, Clarkie? Why don't you... kiss it first? And I will, too, okay? It's fun that way."
"Kiss--! Oh, I... no, I couldn't do that. I've never done that to anybody."
"... It's... fun. It really turns you on?"
"Probably, but-- Hey, if you've done it before, why don't you take mine in your mouth and get it nice and wet so we can get it in easier."
"Okay," said Carmella, and did exactly that; nothing less, nothing more. On his knees on the floor of the car, his cock bulging again from nothing more than the idea, Carmella turned her head and opened her mouth and Clark pushed his cock through her passive red lips. Carmella's warm mouth didn't close tightly on his flaring push rod as Mrs. Coach Somers' always did to scoop it as far in as she could get it. She didn't move her head to bring it in deeper nor block it with her tongue to keep it from going in too far. She didn't suck on it. Just as Clark had ordered, Carmella worked up a mouthful of warm spit, laved it around on as much of the prick as was stuck inside her face and stopped, remaining entirely motionless with her mouth pouting around it until Clark pulled away from her to resume his kneeling stance between her legs.
Slipping both hands under Carmella's knees, Clark did nothing more than lift lightly. Carmella obediently raised her knees, leaving her legs exactly where Clark positioned them. She rolled her hips up a bit to meet his cock better but nothing more.
As he irritably tried waggling his hips sideways to work the spit- wetted head of his dick into Carmella's cunt without hurting her, Clark's mind involuntarily began to compare this passive acquiescence to the eager response of his own little sister who had never even had the real thing before. Just as he was about to give up in disgust, Carmella moved, for the first time without a direct order. Indolently raising one hand, she scooped a fingertips full of spit from her own mouth and plastered it onto her cunt between their two bodies, working one finger up and down in the slit to get some of the spit inside. Clark went in, went off, and went soft, almost in the one driving stroke.
He pulled his defeated dog out of Carmella1 hating to leave the tight warmth in spite of its deadness. Not feeling like exploring the superb body any longer but ashamed of not giving her anything out of it, he rolled and slipped his hand under Carmella's knee.
A puzzled expression flickered across Carmella's face but she obediently raised the leg and left it raised. Clark dropped his hand along the back of her thigh to finger her sticky cunt. Getting no facial response from that, he jammed two fingers viciously and deep into the semen filled slit. Carmella's eyes closed but there was no squirming reception to the fingers. Her leg didn't budge from its position hanging there in mid-air with no support. Clark pulled his fingers out of her and there was no gripping sensation of cunt lips trying to retain the fingers as even Tannsy's brand new cunt had done.
Wiping his fingers on Carmella's skirt and grabbing his trousers as he went, Clark pushed the car door open. He took one last look at Carmella's body and almost clambered back in.
Carmella was lying soft and relaxed now, her heels on the car seat, her knees slanted comfortably open. With her hands behind her head and her elbows flopped comfortably out and pulling her magnificent breasts into hard round mounds of excitement, she was gazing at the car roof as contentedly as if she had gotten something out of that nothing fuck. Or as if she just didn't give a damn. Her lustrous mat of cunt hair, barely disturbed, was neatly parted to give an excruciatingly clear view of the pouting, reddened, lobes of her cunt and the glimmering wetness caught between them like it was her own hot juice leaking in a dream of a hot cock. The inner globes of her fluorescent-white bottom scooped out like a sudden surprise from the little cavity below her cunt, framing a startling incandescent contrast to the deep brown wedge of cunt hair above.
Steeling himself against the sight of the lush-woman promise in such contrarily direct opposition to the lousy piece of cunt Carmella had turned out to be, Clark finished wiping the mess from his cock, threw the handkerchief under the Pierce Arrow, put his pants on and cut out. At the door of the garage he was surprised to find it was still broad daylight. He had somehow gotten the impression of a long passage of time. Tommie Reiner was coming across the large back lawn toward him.
"Hey, man, you sure must work fast, getting it from her already," Tommie smirked. "Was it any good?"
"Well... sure."
"Hey, you don't have to come on with me, man. Carmie's never anything 'ntil she really gets worked over."
"..... How would you know? You really make it with your own sister?"
Reiner shrugged. "'T's convenient sometimes. You have to know how to get her turned on, though. Come on back in the car, I'll show you."
"Oh man, some sweet attitude toward a sister, hey.." But it was that or go home and be miserable wanting his own sister.
Carmella was in the act, finally, of sitting up and putting her feet through the leg holes of her panties. Seeing her brother open the car door, she lay back on the seat and kicked her panties off and again there was that contrary, exciting, woman-view. Her feet flat on the seat, her knees raised, Carmella let her legs flop open like a good little Pavlov-operated girl robot, the dark patch of her cunt hair flaring out across her pelvis like a beam of black light from between the super white lengths of her beautiful thighs. The muscles in her legs were visibly trembling this time while, above, her fine firm breasts seemed to quiver in the same weird anticipation, the nipples already extended and hard. Her pretty face was flushed a deep red but was absolutely expressionless.
"Better take your clothes off now, man," Reiner boasted. "You sure ain't gonna have time when Carmie gets going."
Clark took a squatting position in a far corner of the capacious car, not noticing the strangely wistful look come into Reiner's face as his eyes dropped across the stiff cock jutting from between Clark's legs. Reiner dropped to his knees between his sister's legs.
For the first time, as her brother's tongue began flicking across her cunt, Carmella began to show signs of life. Her heels lifted from the seat almost at once. Her knees frogged wide and then strained back, actually touching the outside slopes of her taut breasts as Tommie slipped both hands under the cheeks of her ass. Her breathing began to come on in long deep, stiffly suppressed swells. Nothing else about her moved, but her hips suddenly took on a little tremor and then began undulating in a sternly contained lurching motion against h& brother's face. As if against her will, Carmella's hands broke their clasp across her stomach and scudded around the back of Reiner's head. Clark's cock felt as if it might touch the opposite door handle any minute now.
Carmella heaved her cunt hard up to Reiner's mouth, suddenly, releasing her hard-won orgasm, but with no more sound than a deep, agonized intake of breath. breath. She dropped back to her dead position, her face turned carefully away to the back of the car.
"There," Reiner grinned, backing away from his sister and wiping a trembling wrist across his mouth. "Now stick your dong in it and see if it ain't nice and hot."
"Well, God," Clark protested, "don't you want to do it yourself? After doing that?"
"You be my guest this time," Reiner insisted. "Hurry up, man, before she stops quivering."
As Clark slid his throbbing cock into the shiny wet slipperiness still oozing from Carmella's cunt, Carmella's hand dropped over the edge of the seat. Her fingers fumbled for, found, and closed over her brother's straining erection. She began stroking him in perfect, precise, rhythm to Clark's massive organ stroking in and out of her sloppy wet but wonderfully tight cunt.
Reiner's hips immediately began scooping back and forth in his squat, straining as if he was trying to squeeze out a particularly adamant turd. A stifled groan broke from his throat, sneakily suppressed as his sister's had been but sounding somehow more sordid. A fat slug of pearly white semen crawled out of the end of his bloated dick.
As Reiner fell back against the far door of the car, Carmella's body went dead in spite of Clark still pouring a big hard cock into it. Clark's own cock went dead so fast it doubled over against the tight closure of Carmella's cunt almost in the middle of a stroke. He stopped moving and fell forward along Carmella's body, desperately trying not to let the revulsion show in his face.
"You might as well go ahead and go off," Reiner panted. "Nobody can ever make her come that way.
"I... did."
"Great this time, hey? Hey, let's go in the old man's work-out gym. He's got a big couch in there where we can really get it on. All three of us."
"Nah, I can't. I've gotta split."
"Aw, come on, Fletcher. Carmie loves it with two guys at once. I'll tell ya what, I'll make her give it to you in a way I'll bet you never had it yet while I give it to her in the front."
"No, thanks, I've really gotta go." Clark suddenly couldn't wait to get all the way home to get rid of the creepy feeling inundating his body. "Where can I take a shower?" he asked.
"There's one in the gym but I still think you oughta try fucking Carmie in the ass once while I fuck her in the cunt. It really blows your mind, ya know? You can actually feel your dongs touch."
When Clark came out of the shower, Tommie and Carmella were already greedily sucking each other on the old man's lounging couch. They barely looked up to tell him good-bye, and again Clark had trouble hiding the revulsion boiling in his gut.
This was the sordid, pukey, kind of mess he could have been letting his own sweet little sister in for.
Chapter III
The instant he walked into the ex-chauffeur's pad at the rear of the big house on Fletcher Drive, Clark knew his grand resolve was in big trouble. But the sick feeling in his stomach brightened rapidly to a quickening in his breathing and a gulpy dryness in his throat.
Fresh, clean, innocent, tiny Tannsy, the ends of her bright golden- auburn hair still damp from a shower, sat with her back against the Hollywood headboard of the bed, a book on her raised knees, the snug-fitting underpants of her shortie nightgown cutting a startling slash of yellow across the golden-tan globes of her bottom.
"Hi," she grinned. "Long practice, hey, baby?"
"Damn short w-weekend, hey, baby. Last I heard, you were cutting out for Lorene Wilson's."
"Pee on Lorene Wilson, I'd rather be with you. Where you been?"
"Got awarded an extra hour of practice for goofing off, as if you didn't know."
"That'll teach you to watch my routine instead of doing your own thing," Tannsy giggled. "I saw you watching."
She slouched down in the bed to talk, stretching long and luxuriously, tucking her hands comfortably behind her head. The book slid from her tummy and Clark noticed it was the marriage manual (illustrated) from Mother's bedroom. The blue light from the ceiling beamed directly onto Tannsy's body with the book gone, emphasizing the gentle curve of her hips and the neat little patch of darkness topping the vee of her beautiful legs. The same odd shadowing gave a whole new dimension to her hard little apple breasts, each tiny ring of areola standing out of itself, accenting its own minimountain of fluorescent-white flesh.... Each tiny nipple suddenly pinpointing the center of each little mountain, even as he watched.
Tannsy followed her brother's gaze down her front. "What in the world you staring at?" she asked.
"Hunh? Oh. Nothing." Clark quickly fumbled the control knob on the wall to the regular light.
"That blue light do-o make it all s-sex-xy in here, doesn't it, baby," Tannsy teased. "You going to just stand there or might you kiss me hello sometime tonight."
Clark touched his mouth lightly to Tannsy's and then nuzzled his nose into her neck, biting as Tannsy scrunched her shoulder against his cheek. "M- m, you smell so go-od, sweet thing," he said. "I could eat you up right here and now."
"I'm glad you think so," Tannsy laughed. "I snitched Mama's best sexy perfume on purpose but I didn't get the chance to put any on yet. I just barely made it out of the shower and got sat down here before you came in."
"You never need anything on anyway. It's you always smells so good. Man, you sure did a neat job cleaning this joint up. That coffee done?"
"Yup. I made that first thing because I knew you'd want some first thing. Sit down with me, why don't you, and I'll fix us some."
Tannsy lighted a cigarette to share while she was up and let Clark have first drag with his coffee. "Hey," she said, "I thought for sure you'd go to Debbie Leonard's par-rty after she guar-un-teed you'd have so much fun-n."
"Aah, I did go over but-"
"You did!! How come you're home so early then? I heard those groupie things of hers go on all night. 'Specially when her parents are out of town."
"Well I'll tell-l ya, hey, baby. I had this here feeling, see, that some little monster was going to pull a sneaky on me and be home here all by herself and I couldn't work up any big deal for anybody there. I don't dig those groupie scenes all that much anyway."
"Oh, hey, just for that you can kiss me again. Put your arm around me, Clarkie, how come I hafta ask for everything tonight? --You mad because I came home instead of Lorrie's? I thought that's what you meant for me to do when you made that crack in front of everybody in the cafeteria about having to spend the weekend with that aunt we don't even have in San Francisco."
"Aah, that was just that I get sick of everybody coming around all the time. I'm glad you're here, Tann, it's just... well... if we do this anymore we're going to end up doing the same thing we did this morning. Once you've done it, it's too easy to do it again."
"Wull...so what if we do? You don't want to anymore? You didn't like it with me, after all?"
"Oh, honey, of course I liked it with you. It was the most beautiful thing ever happened to me, but--"
"Oh, Clarkie, that's so dumb that a brother and sister can't do it together just because they're brother and sister. I want to with you. I can't think of even one single other guy I would want to with but you."
"Aw, Tannsy, don't get mad. Huh? I can't help it it's the way it is."
"I'm not mad. It's just dumb when we both want to, that's all. We've always done everything together, you and me, and I think it's silly this can't be you and me, too. It should be you and me. Everything's always been you and me."
"I know, I know!"
"I know, I know!"
"And who would be better for you than some girl who'd be around all the time anytime you wanted it? I could even live out here with you all the time when nobody's home like now."
"Aw, Tann-- Honey, You know how the guys smirk when anybody mentions about Carmella Reiner even when they don't mean to, and I'll bet you girls do, too."
"Not all that much. It's Carmie's and Tommie's own business, but even so, how does that have anything to do with us? I'm not about to tell anybody and I know you're not going to be bragging it around and there's nobody else here, so how's anybody ever going to know?"
"Well ... we could stay together for this weekend, I suppose, but that's it. We are n-not going to do that again, and that's a promise."
"Hah. Some promise."
"Knock it off now, dammit, Tannsy. God, whaddaya think I am, made of iron or something?"
Tannsy snickered a deep down dirty little grin, rolling her eyes lasciviously to the unrelenting hump in her brother's trousers. "Okay," she said brightly, "you call some other girl to come over and I'll watch while you stick that in her-r and I'll call Jerry Shipley or somebody and you can watch while he sticks his in me-e, okay?"
"Jerry Shlipley!! Hey-y, have you been--. . . ?"
Tannsy grinned. "Ri-ight, dummy. I was a cherry, remember?"
"Man, do I ever remember. Hey, hon--"
"No! Now don't start up with that dumb worrying again, okay? I told you before we went to practice and at least twenny times at the club, there wasn't anymore blood and there isn't anymore blood and there hasn't been anymore blood. I looked every time I went to the toilet."
". . ."
"Oh, for God's sakes, Clarkie, all that happened was that you popped my cherry real good. God's sake, you've had a hundred cherries, you should know about the blood. I'm a girl just like any girl and we didn't do anything girls weren't made for."
"We did what older girls were made for, baby, and with you there was just plain-ass too much--"
"You know darn well I never in my whole entire life lied to you, Clark Fletcher, but I don't know how to prove anything so you'll just have to--" Tannsy popped a sudden sly grin. "Unless you want to look and see for yourself that I'm okay. You wanna, huh? You wanna, ya wanna, ya wanna?"
"Well... I suppose if you can kid about it like that you must be okay."
"Ye Gods; who's ki-iddin'? Lo-ok already.... Or did you see enough with your dirty ol' blue light?"
"Good God, you've got that nightgown on on purpose, too?? You knew about the fluorescent on a yellow nightgown?"
"Natch, dummy. Why else would every girl in this whole lousy town have a yellow chiffon nightgown? I heard how they disappear under that dirty old light of yours. I even tried it for myself before you came home."
"..... Oh, wow."
"Hey-y, brilliant observation from my Senior Superbrain broth-th-- huzz-band. After all the dumb fuss you made this morning just because you got carried away and made it with your own-n little-ba-by-sis-s-ter, I knew I had to do something to make you know it was okay. I wasn't about to give up being together with you just for a silly little booboo like that."
"But that's just the point, Tann. It wasn't--"
"Oh no-o, Clar-kie. You're not going to start in on that again, are you? You said okay for the weekend, right? Okay then, for this weekend let's just be a husband and wife, okay? Except without the f-f-fucking, of course."
"Hey-y!"
Tannsy burst into a fit of giggles. "Kinda thought that might shock you out of it, hey, baby. Okay, so we quit worrying about it now, right? My cherry's gone and you got it and I'm glad it was you got it and we can't put it back, right? Even if I wanted it back. Which I don't. And you're getting me all twitchy talking about it, so knock it off or I just might rape you right now."
"You--"
"That is, unless you'll do it to me of your own free will so I don't have to rape you, hey, hey, hey?"
"... You wouldn't be trying to psych me out, would you, little smart- ass?"
"More like I'm trying to psych you in-n, hey husband."
Clark burst into laughter. "Keep it up, you smart little brat," he warned. "You're going to get it."
"What, hey baby? What'll I get?" Tannsy slyly bumped her soft hip against Clark's. "You mean you'd stick that big old hard thing in poor li'l ol' me again? Hey, dirty old man with the dirty blue light, what w-would happen to me, you think, if I was to take my pants clear off instead of just letting you see through 'em with your dirty old blue light?"
"Oh wow. You talk about dirty old men; how about nasty little girls? I'd smack your smart little bare ass and kick you the hell outa here, that's what would happen to you."
"Oh-h, ri-ight on-n, Big Noise, I wanna see the day you could kick me out of anyplace I didn't wanna go. By the way, Big Brother Husband, if you don't want to do it to me anymore, why ha-ave you got Big Peepee so big and hard all hidden away in your pants so sneaky like that? And why ha-ave you been rubbing my rear end so sexy-like all this time?"
Clark guiltily snatched his hand away and Tannsy burst into squeals of laughter. She reached across herself to poke a tiny fist into her brother's belly, forgetting the cup and saucer she was holding in her lap. The half empty cup flipped, splashing lukewarm coffee from her neck to her lap. She rolled from the bed, fisting her nightie from its tight molding around her breasts and tummy.
"Aw, y-yluck!" she fretted, "this is all ick-ky! Now I've got to go take a shower all over again."
"Told you we should have sat at the table to drink it," Clark jeered smugly. He sat up abruptly and pulled Tannsy between his legs as she leaned across his face to drop the soggy cigarette stub into the ashtray, fastidiously wiping her fingers on the hip of her nightgown. Tucking his head under her nightie, he began licking the sticky coffee from her body, cupping one hand to her bottom and tickling the fingertips of the other up and down the backs of her thighs.
Tannsy sucked in a huge breath of air and clapped both arms around him, hugging his face into her girl-soft tummy. Clark caught the aroma of clean young turned-on cunt again. Hesitating no more than a fraction of a second, he peeled Tannsy's panties over her hips to grovel his face into the golden- auburn powder puff at the top of her trembling legs.
Tannsy's hips lurched and Clark tilted his face under her pelvic ridge to search out the rapidly moistening slit of her cunt with his lapping tongue that seemed suddenly to know just exactly how to do this thing, now holding Tannsy's soft-firm behind with both hands. The tip of his nose accidentally ticked across the hard little nubbin of her clitoris. Tannsy's breath caught in a squeaky little gasp, her legs frogging open as if from a massive jolt of electricity. Her pelvis rolled heavily against his face and, as her knees sagged, Clark pulled her onto his lap.
"God, honey," Tannsy moaned. "The things you do-o to a girl. No wonder everybody wants to make out with you."
"Well, hey, now," Clark laughed jerkily. "I sure as hell never had my face th-there on a girl before."
He pulled the neck of Tannsy's nightie down and kissed at the straining tip on each breast. Tannsy kicked, suddenly, sending her panties flying half across the room. She pushed out of Clark's embrace and rolled to the middle of the bed, spreading her legs wide, brazenly pulling the front of her nightgown up to her chin.
"I am-m a n-nahs-sty little girl," she simpered. "You can get on top of me if you wanna'n do sump'n dirty to me. Like you used to.... Take your pants clear off, dum-mee. What's the matter, can'tcha w-wait??"
Supporting himself with arms on each side of Tannsy's head, Clark scrunched his hips, scraping the shoulder rim of his super stiff dick up and down the slippery velvet puffs of her cunt lips.
"God, Clarkie--" Tannsy caught Clark grinning. "Do it or don't do it, damn you. Stop teasing."
"I'm only trying to do what you said. Like we used to, you said. You want anything more than this you've got to beg for it."
"D-Drop dead, you big shit, I'm not about to beg you for anything. I'm... taking it!" Tannsy snapped her hips up as Clark was beginning one of his torturing down strokes. With a tight squishy sound, the head of his dick plocked neatly into her little cunt hole.
"O-kay, Big Lover," she jeered. "Now you-u beg for it and I m-might let you have a little m-more."
Clark pushed easily through the grip of Tannsy's hands on his hips but Tannsy gave a sudden squealing grunt, her hips rolling violently downwards. Clark's ramrod cock plowked out of her cunt and went clobbering down between the sweat moist cheeks of her ass, almost wiping him out right then.
"That hurt you again," he accused, rolling free of Tannsy and glaring.
"I-I'm sorry, Clarkie, I didn't know it would. Honest. I thought it was only once."
"Aah, 't's okay. I didn't mean to sound cross. Playing around with each other'll be enough anyway, hey?"
"..... Not do it, you mean? Hey, no, Clarkie, we don't have to not do-o it."
"Well, we're sure as hell not going to do it if it's gonna hurt you every time. What fun would that be for you?"
"Aah, it didn't really-well, yes, it did, but only because we tried too fast, I think."
"I don't know, Tannsy. You're awful tiny. I don't want to hurt you-u- you know, like bad or something."
"I am n-not too l-little, god-dammit! God's sakes; I'm not some dumb little kid you're trying it to, I'm a girl just like-... Aw, look, honey. If we do it like it says in the book for a first time, I know it won't-- Hey-y. Is it that you don't want to hurt me, Clarkie, or is it that you don't really want it? With me."
"God's sakes, of course I want it, Tann-zie. God, can't you s-see how much I want it?"
"Well, okay then. Let's try it again then, only this time let me do it and if it hurts again, then we'll stop, okay?"
Clark allowed himself to be tugged over atop Tannsy. Again he supported himself on his arms while Tannsy reached eagerly between their bodies. As both tiny warm fists closed around his rigid staff, Clark couldn't help comparing this eager little helpmeet with most other girls--or even some of his grown-up women--who wanted his stiff cock in their hot greedy cunts but who would never even look directly at it hardly, much less touch it, and certainly never put it in for themselves.
The head of Clark's cock slipped into Tannsy's slippery-wet cunt and Clark forgot about other girls. Tannsy stopped to think for a moment, then raised herself up on her heels, moving her hands to Clark's hips. She began a slow searching, squirming her hips in careful circles, biting her lip in concentration. Another fraction of the big throbbing dick slipped into her stubborn cunt but it still wasn't right. Tannsy carefully lowered herself to the bed, bringing Clark down with her. The movement eased another bit of the cock into her. She scootched a bit further under her brother and tilted her hips a little more.
She suddenly found the right direction and the whole mammoth supershaft began slowly to slide into the fight warm sheath of her cunt. Sliding, stopping while Tannsy adjusted herself to the new length, sliding again and stopping. Finally the long turgid cock was all the way inside the hot little woman-hole and buried snugly hair to hair as a man and a woman should be. Tannsy lay back with her heels resting on the backs of her man's legs, her crooked little smile of triumph radiating all over her face.
"Finally did it right, didn't we, man," she murmured huskily. "Told you we could."
A rush of emotion flooded through Clark and he crushed his mouth to his sister's smiling lips. "You little monster," he said, swallowing, "this might be the only time you and me'll ever have together but, by God. I'm going to give you a weekend you'll remember for the rest of your whole entire life. I'm going to give you the best f-f-fuck-king you're ever going to get. It doesn't hurt anyplace?"
"Oh-h, no-o way-Y, baby. It's fan-tastic. For you, too?"
"For me, it's beautiful!"
"For me, too. Let's just lie here a while then and then I'll put my legs up around your back, okay? That's what I'm supposed to do now, isn't it? Now we've got it in?"
"Aw, honey, forget about the book now, huh? You're supposed to do whatever feels best for you, not what some dumb book says to."
"Ah-h, then kiss me again, that's what feels best for me-e. Kiss my boobies again."
Clark slipped his arms through Tannsy's armpits, cupping one hand to the back of her neck and the other to the little round ball of her head. His mouth found her wildly eager lips and Tannsy's warm hands crept to the cheeks of his ass and clung. Her heels tugged urgently at the backs of his thighs to mash his hairy pelvis harder into her own wide-spread crotch. Clark nuzzled wet sucking kisses down her neck to her pouting breasts and into the moist fragrance between them, bunting his cock inside her cunt in teasy little circular motions. Tannsy's tummy gave like a little burp and a super-exciting velvety warmth seemed suddenly to line the full inside length of her hot tight cunt channel.
As Clark drew one of the straining nipples of her breasts into his hot mouth, sucking it hard and deep, a surprised squeal of rapture pealed from Tannsy's throat. Her chest arched crazily against Clark's face, her arms clamped around the back of his head. Her velvet cunt muscles tightened spastically along the entire length of his burgeoning cock and everything started going out of control just as it had this morning.
Clark forced himself to stop moving, to turn his mind off until he became accustomed to the unbelievable tightness, the unbelievable hotness of the tiny velvet-lined cunt. When he started moving again, he tried to be gentle, but as he pulled his cock back in her squirming body, the tight- clinging lips of her sucking cunt seemed to grasp at the shoulder rim, demanding that the great huge thing be back in there as deep as it would go and like right now. He pushed into her, feeling the velvet muscles give way and then cling to the bulging length of his dick, hearing the faint squushing sound of Tannsy's hot juice squeezing tightly along the swelling, throbbing- stiff barge pole sinking to her throat and back.
Faint moaning sounds began coming from beneath him as he stroked his barrel cock in and out of Tannsy's unbelievably tight cunt, her unbelievably hot cunt, faster and deeper, deeper and harder. He knew he was hurting her again, but he couldn't make himself slow down and wait for her to adjust any further.
Tannsy's hips began flowing up to meet his every frantic thrust and Clark dimly realized the little moanings were sounds of pleasure, not pain. Pleasure or pain with Tannsy, Clark's own body betrayed him right then and he knew nothing more.
It was over so quickly for as beautiful as it had been. Clark lay atop Tannsy, gasping, cursing himself for twice now being unable to hold out for this great little broad like he could for any ordinary cunt since he was twelve years old. Like this morning, that dumb bastard cock of his didn't have sense enough to go soft in the super tight little pod that fitted so perfectly to the curve of the big cock stuffing it, that gripped so wetly to every line of it in spastic little grabbings and clung so warmly to every ridge, every dent, every little crevice between the pulsings with such gentle insistence. He abruptly raised his chest and looked under himself to see Tannsy's head tilted up to his, an anxious tentative smile on her pretty little pixie face.
"You okay?" she whispered.
"Well of course I'm okay. Why in the world would you ask anything like that?"
"Well, you... acted so crazy again. Did you like it this time?"
"Hey-y, how could anyone help but like it with such a great little broad as you? Both times."
"I was great?? How? Why? Prob'ly just because it's us, don't you think prob'ly?"
"Whatever. It was still the best I ever had since this morning."
"You big nut," Tannsy giggled. "You couldn't have done it with anyone else at all since this morning. "Hey--" Tannsy's hips gave a questioning nudge around the big post still pinioned between them. "Is it--the book says the guy's thing gets soft after. Yours is still hard, isn't it?"
"That's only because the dumb thing knows it boobooed and went off before it made it good for you, too."
"God, I don't see how it can feel any better than it did before you... stopped. God, everything still feels so crazy inside me you'd never believe it."
"That's what I mean. That time it was just for openers. Like a warm-up. This time I'm going to make you come if it takes me all night."
"Didn't I come before? I must have. Or at least it felt real crazy. Like I had to pee real bad and then all of a sudden it cuts loose and feels- s--oh, like real real good?"
"Oh, maybe a little ordinary one you got but this-s time I'm gonna make you get a great hu-ge one like Missus-"
Tannsy grinned. "Which Missus, hey, baby? Your coach's wife? Missus McClurg? Bobbi Den-ton's mother?"
"It doesn't matter. None of them mean anything anymore anyway."
"Aw, hon-n-ney! That's the sweetest thing you ever said to me." Tannsy crushed herself to her brother for a deeply emotional kiss and then dropped back and let him fuck her.
"Oh man, honey, that's ju-ust the way I love it," she crooned. "You shov-vin' it in, in-n 'n out, slo-ow and sweet like that." Like remembering, suddenly, Tannsy linked her heels behind Clark's back and started moving with him.
Clark slugged his cock into her so hard it jarred her whole tiny body. With both elbows he knocked her legs from himself. "Forget about that damn book," he cried. "Let your body learn how without your mind getting in front of it all the time."
"Well, honey, I don't know anything to do-o yet without remembering from the book. What do you want me to do then?"
"It's not want-ting you to-- Oh, honey, just lie there and let me do it until you feel something real, okay? It's just your mind's so full of what the damn book says you're supposed to do and feel it doesn't leave any room for you to feel the real it. You'd be a really cool kitten if you'd only forget everything else and let it happen."
"Would be, huh? In other words, you've only been putting me on, right? About how great I am and all that?"
"Oh man, there goes with the analytical brain again. Of course I haven't been putting you on, Tann-zie. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. You really are but I want you-u to feel it as great as I-I do."
Tannsy's soft green eyes searched into her brother's for a long moment. She burst into giggling laughter.
"W-What in the h-hell is with you-u??" Clark howled.
"You're so stern'n so gr-ruff-f and so cute, honey? And so wor-ned about me. Hey, you think anybody else ever had a fight when the guy actually had his thing stuck in the girl?"
"Oh-h man-n!" Clark burst into laughter, pulling Tannsy's hip to roll them to their sides. He kissed her, caressing his hand gently over her soft behind. "That's exactly what it's all about, though, you know it, honey?" he said. "Taking lots of time and playing around a lot while you're doing it? Even fighting, maybe, if that's what turns you on?"
"..... I never got turned off."
Clark teased his cock into Tannsy as if in accidental movements, pretending not to notice her politely restrained squirmings. "I'm sorry I sounded mean, honey," he purposely rambled on. "It's just that you're such a great little person, your own self, you should never be doing it for just me- or just for anybody else, either. Where it's at is going together on it, ya know? Riding e-easy with it, not working your tail off just for the other--"
"Oh, honey, enough already, okay? I get the picture. I was being mechanical, right? Like it said in the book not to be, right? I was just trying too hard to make it real great for you, that's all, so you wouldn't--"
"..... Wouldn't what?"
"Well, darn it, I wanted--. . Well, I just don't see why you should n- need it with anybody else now you can have it with me anytime you want it. You won't, will you? If I learn everything real good?"
"Hey-y, honey. You can't think of you and me as forever. This is our first and only time together, remember? Ever."
"Well-- Well, so okay. So I want it to be like you said. I want to give you-u the best weekend you'll ever have in your whole life, too."
"..... I'm gonna f-f-fuck you to death," Clark said softly. He kissed Tannsy long and lingeringly. As he nudged her to her back he was torn between feeling dumb for kissing his own sister like that, wanting never to break from the soft moist lips, and feeling already too turned on to dare himself the luxury any longer. He hated playing cunt mechanic with the great little broad but he couldn't take the chance on letting himself go to the pleasure of just making it with her and hoping she'd reach the big one with him. The sharing of the joys of togetherness fucking would come after he was sure her lush little body had taught itself how to explode into ecstasy.
Slowly and teasingly, he slid his cock in and out of the tight little cunt that fitted his cock so perfectly. Tannsy lay for a moment, her green saucer eyes half closed, and then her hips bent to follow the cock's movement. Instantly, Clark stopped moving.
Tannsy's eyes popped open. "Hunh-h??" she whined.
"You said you'd just lie there and let me do it."
"..... Okay, but no more teasing, either, okay? Let's just do it real nice like we were before."
She flopped her legs out, obediently limp on each side of his. Clark hunched to brush one more kiss across her softly voluptuous mouth and then pulled his cock back in her tight body, dragging the stiff rod high to rub at the tip of her clitoris, levering the head low to scrape along her inside anal canal. Slowly he spiraled it into her, lingering when he was as deep as he could go, grubbing his pubic hair back and forth across the mashed lips of her cunt. He teased his mouth across Tannsy's once more and teased his cock out of her with a deliberate wig-wagging motion.
Tannsy's body like shrank into itself in her effort to remain still. It was Clark who became all too aware that the mouth of her super tight cunt was acting as a solid, super-emphasized pivot point for his lever from whichever direction he pushed and was already making it all but impossible to keep his mind on the main job.
Tannsy inhaled through her clenched teeth and a grimace of denied pleasure crossed her face. Her hips began to take on little yearning motions, but then she remembered and stopped even that. On the very next stroke her hips betrayed her again.
"I'm sor-ry, Clarkie," she blurted. "I ca-an't just lie here."
Clark grinned to himself. "You lie there," he ordered.
Tannsy lay motionless next to the torturing cock, now holding her body stiff and contained. A pink flush began to suffuse her straining face and her body slowly began to go fluid in spite of herself. Her eyes closed in luxury with the deep wallowing strokes of the big prick that seemed to be growing larger and longer with each movement, and her breathing began to deepen. Her hands crept without thinking to grovel in the coarse hair on the backs of her man's thighs. Clark allowed it now because Tannsy didn't know what she was doing.... To him, either.
Tannsy's hips began tentative little searching motions to meet each non-rhythmic thrust of the gorging prick, quickly learning to anticipate the direction the prick might come from this time, and when, and moving occasionally even when the prick rested. Her tummy gave an audible ruckle into the moaning silence and Clark's dick was sliding in a whole new lining of warm slipperiness that in no way diminished the agonizing tightness of Tannsy's munching cunt.
Her legs rose to lock heels around Clark's back for a moment, only to break loose and spread to allow her hips to move more freely with the beautiful strokings. Gradually they began to stiffen outwards and upwards. The cheeks of her ass clapped together like in surprise as Clark's nut sack patted gently against her asshole, then her tremoring legs opened still wider like asking for more of that.
Her toes straining toward the far corners of the ceiling behind her own head, Tannsy's warm little hands crept up to the cheeks of Clark's sweating ass, holding him just a bit longer each time the curve of his juice-smeared groin was snugged into the sopping cavity of her own and swiveling hard against it. She gradually discovered arching her back on each stroke, and picked up a twist to her hips that tickled her clitoris in the crinkly hair at the base of the big dick stretching her cunt so deliciously in all directions, her sweet little tunnel of love whispering, "Schlu-uweet!" as Clark's cock sluiced into it and whimpering, "H-Heleueu?" as he teased it back out.
Her breathing coming on now in slow, deep, moany little swells, Tannsy quickly learned the exact proper angle at which to tilt her hips to follow exactly the curve of her brother's big hard cock and keep her zinging clitoris rubbing the full cross-ridged length on both the faster moving back- strokes and the gluttonous wallowing in-strokes, but the straight-on sucking of her tight juicy hole was immediately too much for the brother.
Clark bit his lip until he tasted blood but then Tannsy's whole body suddenly went rigid beneath him and then collapsed. Her tummy doubled in as if with terrible cramps, her spasming cunt flared wide around the base of his cock. Her gurgling moans rose to hysterical yelping screams and fell again to squeals of hoarse agony, her hips bucking high to meet the big prod and twisting, her heels drumming hard, solid, thumpings into Clark's kidneys. Her sharp sharp fingernails clawing desperately at the cheeks of Clark's ass, Tannsy threw her cunt up at his crotch in total, mindless, abandon, straining herself to him with arms, legs, tits, and her whole writhing torso. Her tiny body came on with a long violent shudder, and the huge straining floods of rich, slick woman juice finally came gushing from her cunt, squeezing past the swollen shaft within it and pumping out through the tight lobes in vicious little squirings that Clark could feel spraying against his own skin.
It was too much to ask of any man. Clark felt his balls shrink to peanuts and then swell up to basketballs and then come on surging with the greatest power he had ever known. His whole body went numb in a great humming buzzoom, centering on the huge stiff cock slashing in and out of the tight, hot, slippery, wildly sucking girl hole. His cock erupted like the burst of a rocket, blasting bolt after bolt of thick lumps of boiling oil up the splitting tube and deep into his tiny sister's brand new cunt channel, filling the tiny chasm full and squirting back out through the tight-clamping cunt lips to blister into the hair and mingle with the heat of Tannsy's own little depth bombs.
Insatiable Clark kept driving his unrelenting prick into her until his trembling legs would support him no more. His arms collapsed and he lay gasping and sweating, his full dead weight on the tiny, helpless sprawled-out body, feeling Tannsy's heart pounding through the soft firmness of her mashed breasts, matching beat for wild stabbing beat with his own.
Exhausted as he was, he had never felt so much the big hero, the big male he-man. He placed a tender kiss into the sweat-soaked hair plastered across Tannsy's face and lay atop her, unable to remove himself yet, wincing against the sporadic little snappings Tannsy's cunt kept coming on with for long moments after the big surprise.
Tannsy's eyes drifted open, huger, greener, mistier than ever, the frightened confusion in them still not completely dissipated. "Oh-h, man-n," she moaned. "I n-nev-ver heard there could be anything like tha-at for the girl." Her eyes groggily closed again.
"You okay, baby?" Clark whispered.
"Oh man-n, am I ev-ver. Still kinda floating--like, you know?" Tannsy managed the beginnings of a weak little smile and then her eyes popped open.
"Was it that good for you, too, Clarkie?" she pleaded. "As good as with anybody else?"
"Oh man, baby, it was the best best b-best lever ha-ad. Stop worrying about it now. We're great together, you and me."
"M-m-m. God, if it does this to you every time you go off I don't see how you can sta-and it as much as everybody says you like to do it."
"Well hell, it isn't always... I don't usually go off th-that hard, you know."
"Real-ly, Clarkie?? You did that just for me?"
Clark choked back a huge laugh that at the same time made him somehow feel like crying. "It was because of you, sweet thing," he said gently. "I never felt it that hard with anybody before. So... complete-like or whatever."
He struggled, still weak, finally getting his weight rolled from her only because Tannsy helped. Tannsy held herself tight to him as they rolled, her tiny cunt clinging around his slippery half-limp cock as fiercely as it had on the full-on, superblasting, behemoth. Her tiny warm hand caressed gently back and forth across his sweating ass and down over his thigh, exploring.
"Was I really all that good for you, Clarkie?" she asked dubiously. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel good because it's our only time?"
"Honey, you're a real fireball. My own personal little fireball. You were absolutely fantastic..... Honest."
Tannsy's soft green eyes searched Clark's face closely for a moment longer, then she gave a little nod of her head.
"'T's all that counts, then," she whispered, kissing him softly on the mouth and mothering the hair back from his sweat-drenched forehead. "Hey, can we go to sleep this way, you think? With it in?"
Chapter IV
Virginia Compton's boneless body flowed around him, smooth as a puddle of fresh semen. Before they crossed the floor even once in the old-style togetherness dancing the Royal Oak Country Club Orchestra featured, Clark was sporting an erection that would have been the envy of the Jolly Green Giant. "My, my," Virginia murmured in wide-eyed wonderment. "Wot dot hop'nin' down dere, hey, mQn?" "I don't know," Clark said, hiding his annoyance at her silly baby talk. "Want to sneak out to the nineteenth hole and find out?" "N aow-w, Da-dee?? Before it even gets aw dar-rk and scew-w-wy out, ev-un? Hey, how come I haven't seen you around in almost a month?" "Almost a month!! How come you would specify a month, particularly? Or any specific time." "Because, hey, baby, it's been like that long since you stuck that big thing in me that you're poking into my belly right now. Three weeks and five days if you want it exact. Nobody's seen you around and I know that because I've been asking around, baby." "You-u??" Clark resisted the urge to snap an anxious look at Tannsy. "You-u asking for some particular guy all of~a sudden?? I've been right here at the club every day." "Right, and you haven't even tried to sneak a grab at a singl~ tit during practice in all that time, either. On any of the girls." "Ma~n, I must've been out of my cotton pickin' mi-md." Clark ogled Virginia's low~ut, brassie~ less, party gown. "Yes-s," Virginia agreed, "and driving me out of -mine. God. anybody'd think you'd gotten married and was keeping it all in the family or some equally repulsive something. What have you done, found a better one than mine?" "Oh-h, I could nev-ver find one better than yours-s. "Oh, man. Beautiful, straight, informational answers I'm getting, aren't I? You do remember ~, then? Vaguely?" "How-w could I ever forget-t?" "So stop flipping me off, then, or stop talking." -A real cunt hound, Virginia Compton had always been, and one of the best. A tall, slijiiy, silver-blonde girl with a matching silver-blonde cunt that was super-hot, super-tight, super-. educated and super-wet... at the first touch of a finger on her clit. Virginia liked it rough for getting going. Real rough, not just love play as the books called it. She liked to have her tits bitten until sometimes he thought his teeth must surely break through the -satiny skin. Between the puffy lobes of her silver-blonde cunt there hid an unusually large clitoris and Virginia turned on by having it pinched. Not just fingers, but pinched hetween thumb and finger hard enough to send~other girls screaming for mama. For a first flick, once her motor was running, she would make him crawl on her without moving while she maneuvered his cock into her fluid body without touching it with their~hands. That part of it was the greatest. With the first thrust of the mighty prick, Virginia would fling those long sleek legs around his back and hold him deep inside, her hands on his ass still demanding that he remain motionless. Early in the long period when they flicked a lot exclusively, she had developed -a peculiar way of moving the hot soft cheeks of her ass like caressing his balls in her two hot soft hands while working the educated muscles of her hot soft cunt along the full length of his dick, all the time grinning super-lewdly into his ~ce and still not letting him fuck her. It might sometimes take thirty minutes or more for that first silent battle, but she could always bring him to violent orgasm without letting him move a muscle, her own body building up and exploding, always, at exactly the same time his did and it was always for real, never faked. He never had been able to figure out any way to combat that complete mastery of himself short of fighting her, and fighting would have broken the rules. After filling that crazy need always to win the first round, Virginia Compton became all cunt. One of the wildest and most tireless flicks of all the girls in the younger set, and his number one favorite. Until Tannsy. Virginia bumped her cunt into Clark's middle, startling him. "I see you do-o remember," she snickered. "But you know sump'n, Da-dee? You'd better stop with the beautiful hand on my tail or you're just liable to have like instant pudding all over the front of your panties. Hey, how 'bout you and me cut out of here, okay?" Clark suddenly noticed Tannsy dancing by, watching Virginia like a little eagl~eye. And growing more up-tight with every slithering ripple of Virginia's body though nobody but he would have guessed it the way she was smiling so littlekiddishly up while Reiner talked suavely down to her superanimated face. He didn't much like Tannsy dancing with Reiner in the first place. "My parents are out of town for the night, baby, hint, hint, and-d they took little sister with them, so we can have that whole big house all-l to ourselves. Hours-s of it, we can make." ... Probably no better than Tannsy had liked Virginia Compton literally dragging him from the table to dance in the first place. Clark inched away from Virginia but Virginia moved it right back in. Hey, I didn't mean you had to stop living, man. Just stop rubbing. It turns me on too much. You coming?" ..... Hunh-h??" "To my house, dummy. I know I haven't been playing with it long enough to make you come that way. Y-Yet-t." Tannsy's huge green eyes were still glaring even though Tannsy was clear over by the band stand with her back toward him and a dozen couples between. "Hey, man, you still here? Ain't I getting through to you at all?" "Sorry, Gin, something else on my mind, I guess. Sorry, hey? What were you saying?" "You do have some new broad, damn you! I know the signs. Tell me who she is so I can punch her out for hogging the best piece of cock on the whole circuit. Who is she?1' ..... Nobody you know, hey. Sorry." Spoiled, rich Virginia Compton never was one to give up that easily on anything she wanted. Barely seated, she wanted to dance again. "No!" Tannsy said sharply. "Hey-y, what's with you-u?" Virginia cried. "You his woman or something all of a sudden? When here all the time I thought you were only his sis-only his lit-tle sister?" Tannsy drew in a sudden deep breath, an alltoo familiar slit-eyed look gathering in her face like the coming of a storm. Clark tapped her hip under the table with the end of his knuckle. "Hey, fireball?" he said softly. Tannsy swallowed-hard-and released her breath. "Well, of course, it's my tough break that I have to be only his sister, Iguess," she said lightly, "but he d-did promise me-me this dance for my birrh~d~y, and a promise is a promise, ri-right, Big Brother Hus-s-zy?" Clark barked a quick laugh. "Hussy is a girl, you dumdum," he said. ..... S-So am 14, hey." "Man, you aimost blew it," Clark said when he had Tannsy safely on the dance floor. "Well, you didn't have to poke fun at me," Tannsy retorted, half crying. " 'Specially with her-." "Hey-y, I wasn't-" "Let's go home, Clarkie? Please? Let's drop Lorrie off and go home?" "Oh, yeah. Sure. Great. And what'll we use for an excuse, cutting out all of a 8udden from your own party?" "Well, I do have the goddam cramps, now don't I," Tannsy snapped, her eyes sudden pools of green flame. "If you don't want to go say so and I'll -find somebody else to~ take me." "Cramps!! -Oh. Okay, okay, don't get sore. How was I supposed to know when you wouldn't even talk to me all day. I don't particularly want to -stay, anyway, if you don't." In the Cadillac coupe Mother had left for Clark to take care of when she and Cissie had flown ofA~to Father's convention~in Florida, Tannsy sat tight against him, unusually silent for the bubbling little monster she usually was. They dropped -Lorene Wilson at her home and, as Clark was putting the Cad in the garage, Tannsy started straight into the house. "Hey, where you gomg?" Clark yelled after her. "In and watch tv with Erma." "Well, hey... I thought with Mother gone and everything-" "Clar-kie, I s-said I'm going in-n and watch tv with Erma? Now-please-sto~bug-ging-me?" '~ann-zie!... I-ook, honey, if you're sore about something, at least I have the right to know why, -don't I?" "I am n-not sore. I told you a hundred times today I'm not m-mad at you?"
"Well, then-'... All right, then. Let's go in and gotobed." Tannsy's glum little face finally showed a ray of light. "You're not going back-anyplace?" "Where's to go?" "...You'want~me to sleep with you even when we can't-I told you already I couldn't you know. Do anything." "Well, of course I want you to sleep with me whenever we can, fr crying out loud, especially on y~our birthday. Good God, honey, doing that isn't all there is with you and me-e." With a very unfamiliar half-sob, Tannsy threw herself into her brother's arms from hallwaY across the garage. The-tiny golden-brown body with only pale blue nylon panties snugged over the smooth round bottom was almost more sexy than Tannsy naked. The sweet little broad was thoughtful enough to leave her ~ghtie top off so he could fondle her breasts while they slept but her warm round bottom snuggled into his belly with his enormous hard-on stuck between her warm moist thighs for want of a better place was too too much like Virginia Compton's motionless body holding that hard cock in her wild cunt and sucking the life out of it. Man-n, five nights of this he was facing and he wasn't even really married.
"Hey, you crazy little dingbat, what you doing coming out here in the daytime when somebody's home? You trying to get us caught?"
"Don't be stupid, Clarkie. I'm your sister, f'r God's sakes. Erma's seen me coming out here all my life. Anyway I came through the garage and she wasn't in the kitchen." "Just the same, honey, we've got to be more caz~ now, you know? Hey, I thought you said lorrie was coming over to spend-... This is Friday, isn't it??" "Yes, and she is coming, but I have to do something first."
"I've ....... take a douche." Tannsy's face reddened. "-From my period, you dummy." ..... Out here?" "I already brought the stuff out. This afternoon while you were ~ What's the matter, don't you want me to do it out here?" "Wull... sure, if you want. Hey, I'll help, okay?" Tannsy's face blazed violently red. "You sure as hell will n-not help," she sputtered indlgnantly. "Well-Well, why not in your own bathroom then, instead of lugging all the stuff all the way out here?" "Be~use, Clar-kie, it's my first ever all the way inside douche from a periO(L"
"Oh, Clark Fletcher, sometimes you're so goddam dumb I don't know how I can stand you. I just wanted the first one to be in your lousy bathroom because out here is where we do it most of the time and it makes it like your and my house." "Oh." Dumb silly little kid.... Dumb silly sweet little kid. At the first soul-piercing squish of water from the bathroom, Clark squinched his ears and went quickly to the bedroom of the pad, clear across the kitchen from the bathroom. He snapped the television set on, but he couldn't get out of his mind the vision of the long withheld dainty little pink cunt into whose pouting lips the big black tube of Tannsy's douche thing was right now sliding. It seemed hours before he could get focused on whatever it was that had come to life on the color screen and then he felt, rather than heard, the pad of the tiny footfall at the doorway. "My goodness," Tannsy teased, subtly preening her glowing nakedness, "how long did you think it would take? Why haven't you got your clothes off?"
"My God, you idiot, Erma's home and Mother will be and Lorrie's coming over? We'd never have time." "The way I feel inside, my darling husband, it just ain't gonna take all that much time, hey. Hurry up." - Clark was barely into the numbing stage inside that dainty little pink cunt that was still like boiling from the hot douche liquid when the intercom in the kitchen came alive with its raucous squawk. "Don't answer it," Tannsy moaned quickly, her voice sex-husky with her nearness. ... Shit, I've got to, honey. Erma'll be out here like in two seconds If I don't and find us both naked." "Clark?" said Erma. "Tannsy's house guest is here. Will Tannsy be coming in or do you want me to send Lorene out?"
"N-No!" Clark uhouted~ ~�That is----Oh, Wait a minute, Erma, I'll ask Tannsy. She'. in the other room watching tv." Tannsy's sweet little golden-brown- turnedon pink body standing naked in the bedroom doorway had to have been the most frustrating sight in the world. Feeling like it was the toughest assignment he'd ever been handed, Clark made a resigned grimace, jerking his thumb toward the bathroom and her clothing.
"She's coming, Erma," he said into the squawk box. Grinning her wicked little grin, Tannsy honked the shiny wet red rubber horn bulb as she walked by, exaggeratedly wiping her fingers on her own hard bare breast. After a never~nding dinner ofTannsy's sudden bursts of silent giggles, Clark went into the den to watch television with the three women. All he did was sit and fidget, unable to keep his eyes off his little brat sister-wife. Tannsy and Lorrie were dressed in identical filmy yellow~ shortie night-gowns with matching bikini panties, Lorrie uneasy as hell about showing so much body without a robe but the teasing little fun grin was constantly in Tannsy's green eyes. God, how could there beso much difference in two girls only three months apart in age----and Lorrie the elder yet. Lorrie was tall, skinny, and homely, straight as a piece of spaghetti all the way up and all the way down and using iron~on patches for a falsie brassiere.
Tannsy, a petite and beautiful little witch, had a tiny little body straight from God, just like her mother's. All curves and vibrant living warmth and with sweet little breasts of just exactly the perfect proportions to match everything else. He'd give two hours of his life with the straight one for thirty minutes with the curved one right now. -Hey-y, why n-not take both girls out to the pad. Erma, too, if she wanted to come. He sure as hell wouldn't have any trouble handling only three right now. The sly grinning look in Tannsy's bright gamin eyes interrupted Clark's speculative glances between the two younger girls. Her tawny head was slowly wagging back and forth, back and forth. Clark cut out at the next commercial, surre~ptitiously pinching Tannsy's soft-firm bottom harder than he should have. Outside, all his ends loose except that one perpetual, plaguing, son-of-a-bitch, his mind went ranging over the roster of former Firday night availables. It was too much.
He was getting too hung up on his own little sister and it was dumb. He thought of Mrs. Coach Somers and the many times and the many varied ways she had so wildly taken care of that hardrock cock-in the back of their VW bus, often, with all the shades drawn, if Coach happened to be home. As he was tonight but with Mrs. Somers gone. Leaving the Somers', Clark thought of Mrs. Denton who had breasts like smooth warm mounds of chocolate souffle with ripe purple plums for nipples. The inside of her mouth and the inside meat of her cunt were purple~olored, too, just like her daughter's. He thought of tiny Bobbi Denton, herself, but dismissed that one before he even considered it He wasn't about to chippy on Tamisy 'with anyone in their own crowd wherethe word would most certainly get back to her and hu~ ~ her again.
He thought then of Mrs. Mcclur~, the perpetual rapee. Tha-at was exactly what he needed this nigh~ A fight and a ~ck both at the same time. The first time he had copped that one had been the most puzzling of his whole ~cking career which hadn't been all that extensive at the time. Mrs. M~lurg had taken him into the library of her luxurious home to talk buying magazine subssri~ tions the very first time he'd ever called on her, ~ acting familiarly sneaky-sexy-like as if she wanted some young ass just as Mrs. Compton had done before she fucked him the first time. Yet Mrs. M~lurg had held him off. She gave off the feeling of only teasing, but she backed off every time Clark tried to move in on her. Exasperated, he had finally grabbed her and started unbuttoning her dress at the throat.
Immediately, Mrs. M~lurg had grabbed his hand but had h~d it tight closed on the buttons even as she tugged back from him. The top button ripped off, then each next one until her dress was gaping wide open. Clark got the dress over her shoulders and off, but then he had to fight the brrrrnere and panties off her in exactly the same way until she stood naked. Mrs. M~lurg let Clark push her to the double reading lounge then, fighting him every step of the way but teasing, too, if he started backing off, and then just lay on her back, her hands at her sides, her legs tightly closed, cold as a -TV dinner as he threw himself atop her. She refused to open her legs and she kept her eyes tight clenched, a look of genuje terror all over her flushed face. Frightened himself, Clark tried to back off.
Mrs. M~lurg grabbed him with both arms to hold him on top of her but then he had to open her legs for hissself. By that time he had such a crying hard on he didn't give a shit anymore what he had to do to get it into that hot wet cunt. He rammed his ballooning dick as deep into her as he could get it with her flat on her back that way and then he even had to lift her knees for himself to get that deep, hair.~hair connection that was the best feeling in the whole goddam world. Deep into her cunt or not, the odd wanting-but-wondering had half kept his mind off how good a cunt wrapped around his dick could feel, and put him through a long period of hard, sweaty, pounding. Mrs. McClurg's body had suddenly stiffened beneath him. A thin whining sound started out of her mouth around cords in her neck that came on like suspension cables on the Golden Gate Bridge. She yanked Clark's head down to her big tits and went into a frantic wild wiggling, slamming her cunt up at him, twisting and rolling her body, spreading her legs and straining as if she would bend his body double and stuff the whole thing into her blubbering gash. They hadn't even liked each other. There had been no play before flicking and no loving afterwards. There had been.nothing but that dirty. nasty smirk of hers, but Mrs. McClurg had taken only one subscription, anxious to get rid of him now but ordering him to come back the following week while she thought over what other maga zines she might want to buy. They had gone through the rape scene all over again the following ~ week and every week since except when Mrs. M~lurg had the rag on. "Clar-rk, how very rn~how great to see you,"
Mrs. M~lurg bubbled, the fuck flush instantly suffusing her face. "I was just this minute sitting here wondering where you've been all this time?' Clark faked a happy grin and followed 'L McClurg's slim, exaggeratedly rolling hips int6 the luxu~ous McClurg living ?oom. He still didn't like her but overflowing the dislike was the ~ memory of what great pieces of cunt~those rapes always turned out to be, even if they were always one shots. "Now then, which of my subscriptions is due to run out this time?" Mrs. McClurg cooed. "I-I ..." Clark swallowed. "That was last year, Missus McClurg. That I was selling magazines for school?" "M-m-m? Well then... "Are you saying you just plain came to see me?? On-n-ly to see What the hell was he supposed to say, f'r chris'sakes. As if he lladn't come just for fucking every week. Before Tannsy. "You dear, dear boy, how ni-ice you are. Say, Mister M just got some new books in that I'll bet you'd like. Wanna see 'urn?" The book Mrs. McClurg took from the trick wall panel in the library was no way new. It was the same old book she used to tease him with every ~ week; a book of pictures ranging from kissing tecniques to attacking a foot long cock into a gaping red cunt through the lattice work of a bedstead, and all in living color.
Mrs. Mccurg was at least twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, a vain, babied kind of broad, but with a body lush enough to warrant both the vanity and the ;babying. And high class. She was the refined lady type lady common to the neighborhood, a lady who would never willingly. consent to flicking-to in-ter-cour~with any man other than her chubby husband. If she got raped, of course, she couldn't help that. She turned on step by step as Clark ripped her clothing from her piece by piece. When Clark had her naked and cringing, his cock in his pants showed all the strength of a wet graham cracker and what was the point in fighting for a flick if he couldn'~ In her surprise when Clark stopped hassling her, Mrs. M~lurg forgot to cringe away from him. She took one look ~ his worried face and quickly put her hand to the front of his trousers to check on the outline. With her various armor platings removed, her slim body didn't seem all that slim anymore. Or as enticing, even with the anxious com~fuck-me look on her face. "Oh. hey-y," she said in sickening coquetry, failing as always with the kids' words, "what's with my favorite boy, hey, man?" "I'm sorry, Mrs. M~lurg." Clark turned to leave. "Oh hey, Clarkie, I didn't say you had to g-split" "Well...?" Clark shrugged.
"Oh, I guess I-couldjustthisonceseduce~make the scene for my young lover," Mrs. McClurg cooed, dying now for what might be denied her. "You-u need m~ for once, don't you, darling. Now-w of all-l times.... Come on, it'll be fun-it'll be real cool seducing you. Kicky, hey?" She reached, playfully sneaky, to start the unbuttoning process, a weird smile on her face a~d kissing each piece of skin she bared until she got down to the cock she loved so much. That, she careflilly avoided with her overbright red mouth. Both naked, finally, Mrs. McClurg stood them ~ in front of the full length door mirror to show the excitement of a naked woman body and a naked man body together like in the front of her hook, facing Clark with a coy look, tittering like a spastic idiot at her own great daring. Clark suddenly noticed that while the upper swells of her fish-belly-white breasts did slope excitingly down to her protrhding brown nipples; the undersides sloped sloppily down, too, almost laying against her midriff before rounding out into the big bulbs that used to feel so excitingly soft-hot _ in the palms of his hands. The snarled tangle of coiling hairs spread so abundantly all over her lower stomach was exciting to look at like always-but... well, it was kind of messy looking, too.
Not neat and nice. "Oh, man, honey," Tannsy was again whispering against his mouth, her neat little cunt squirming around his mammoth hard prick, "isn't this the greatest thing ever happened? Us, I -mean?" Mrs. M~lurg hunched her ass, pushing herself up and back to let Clark aetually~see them actually doing it in the mirror. Reaching between her legs from behind, she pulled his jelly roll up against her hot wet gash of cunt and held it, coming on with that idiotic giggle again as she sluffed back and forth on it. Clark noticed in the mirror that Mrs. M~lurg's stomach was a... like belly. And felt all mushy4. ike against him. Compared to his forbidden little sister's hard-soft, flat-round tummy. And her ass that always used to be so ....... The cheeks weren't excitingly rounded and scooped out-like from her back and like cute 'under a tight yellow stretching of bikini pajama panties. Clark scooped his hips under Mrs. McClurg's rounded belly. Dammit, he needed this slug body. To break the dumb spell of that other tight, hard, socially forbidden, little body. His cock didn't even bother to respond. Three flops in a row. Man, was he never again to have any woman other than his sweet, socially forbidden, little sister? As a last resort, Mrs. M~lurg dropped to her knees in front of Clark like the book showed. Her mouth was hot and sloppy wet, it was the first time she had ever covered his bomb with it, she was certainly earnest enough about sucking on it.
A sudden creepy feeling stayted up and down Clark's naked back like Taunsy was right now standing there watching Mrs. McClurg and himself. Watching and with a look of shocked disgust all over her sweet little pixie face, horror in her green saucer eyes. In desperation, Mrs. M~lurg remembered to slap one hand between Clark's legs to cup his nuts in the palm of her hand. She squeezed too hard, her hot fingertips nuzzled the ridge behind too hard, her fingernails scratched the sensitive skin. Mrs. McClurg sucked too hard, slooping like the gulping gourmet. Without even bothering to get hard, Clark's cock gave a like chug and started dribbling into Mrs. M~lurg's sucking mouth. For a second or two after she felt the warm glob on her tongue, Mrs. M~lurg squatted in front of Clark with a disbelieving frown on her ashan face. Her reflection in the mirror looked as if she wag holding a fat white worm in the abruptly silenced lips that were a vivid circle of red against the ~ superwhite pucker of her mouth. She fell back on her hands, furiously spitting the white stuff over chin, still not believing, staring in the utterest distaste at Clark's cock dripping drops onto her expensive library car~et as it dropped limply between his legs and swung back and forth a time or two.
Chapter V
Damn little brat sisters, anyway. He was not a tied-down apron strings husband to be humiliated every time he faced an outside cunt. He could go in there right now and fuck that stringbean best friend of hers right in front of her misty green eyes.
He knew he wouldn't have done that to her, but the emptiness of Tannsy's neat bedroom was worse than the whole big silent house. Tannsy must have cut out someplace with Lorrie already, damn it, and he wished she had stayed home to help him fill an empty day. She was no damned little brat sister, really. She was a damned great little sister.
In the kitchen, Clark gave up all hope with a throwing up of arms and a rolling of eyes to heaven. There was no breakfast laid out on the table for him. Erma, who always seemed to have some sixth sense about when be would be getting up and always had his breakfast waiting, must have taken another weekend off. He found a bunch of cookies in a cupboard and crunched them down with big splashes of milk. With nothing else to do, he headed for his lonely pad to watch the Saturday morning ball game all by his lonesome lonesome self.
In the doorway of his pad across the garage, he broke into an instant- on, face-splitting grin. Small Tannsy was right here on his own bed, lying naked on her side, her round little bottom beaming up at him like a three dimensional happy face.
His cock turned instant-on like his smile, Clark quickly stripped his own clothing and eased himself onto the bed. He pulled gently at Tannsy's soft hip and she rolled easily to her back, her legs flopping half open. Clark darted a suspicious look, but Tannsy's eyes were still closed and her pretty little apple breasts were still rising and falling in the easy rhythmic breathing of sound sleep.
In the dimmed light from the drawn drapes, Tannsy was all tiny Golden Goddess. Her sweet little pixie face resting in suntanned innocence within its framework of shiny golden-auburn hair, carried the hint of sensuousness only because Clark knew it was there waiting to be turned loose. A white streak shaded from the sun by her bikini bandau separated the golden-tan of her shoulders from the more gentle golden-tan of her softly muscled midriff, accentuating the abrupt swells of her pink-tipped breasts. The second streak from her bikini cut the golden-tan of her body low on her tummy, pointing like a fluorescent arrow to the beginning point of the cleft of her dainty little cunt, visible in teasing glimpses through the sheen of golden-auburn silk before slipping bashfully away to hide between the golden-tan velvet of her thighs.
She had such a pretty cunt. So neat and trim looking; not a wild clump of bush jumping out like an elongated puffball from the top of the cunt like Buffy Durham's, not a tangled mousy-brown rat's nest like Ronnie Lee Sheridan's, not a huge beet-red mat of wire coils curling half up her belly like Mrs. Coach Somers'. Tannsy's was a clean shiny honey-colored comforter of spun silk, looking like it was combed and fluffed, looking like it was plucked to follow the gentle curving of her lower tummy from one soft thigh to the other, though he knew Tannsy did neither. She was just a natural little beauty.
Clark wetted a finger with spit and put it to the dainty cleft, wiggling the pad gently into the very tip of the slit and working it down. Tannsy's tiny clitoris awakened instantly to a hard little nubbin of excitement and her hips gave one tiny roll. A flush of pleasure washed over her sleeping face.
Clark eased her legs apart and eased himself to his belly between them. He put his thumbs to Tannsy's cunt to expose the stiff little peter, pink at the straining tip but gradually brightening to a deeper and deeper red at the base where it nestled shiny-wet and glistening between the gently pulsing cunt lobes.
He touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of the miniature erection, sighting cross-eyed down his nose to watch it twitch under the wet warmth. He gently sucked the entire little staff into his mouth, gently razzing at it with his teeth and then gently tugging at it with his lips. A liquid sound bubbled from deep in Tannsy's tummy and a gleam of moisture began spreading itself along the tight slit of her cunt. Her perfect little apple breasts, even in sleep, swelled to vibrating hillocks of twin passion, the tiny tips coming on like little rose-pink erasers on brand new, never-used pencils, already extended so hard they were pulling the centers of the areoles out with them.
Still holding the lobes of Tannsy's cunt with his thumbs, Clark stared for a long moment at the gleaming slit. Abruptly he dipped his head and thrust his tongue at it, half timidly at first but then instantly loving the slick warm velvety feeling. Tannsy gave a tiny jerk with the first touching but then her cunt lips quivered and seemed to want to cling to the warm wet point.
Clark, with complete and happy assurance now, began moving his tongue in gentle jabbings all the way to the bottom of Tannsy's slit and back up. He wallowed in the satiny, slippery, fragrance, kissing into the nose-tickling angel hair on her mound and sucking down through her cunt. Again spreading the swelling lobes with his thumbs, he diddled the tip of his tongue into the tiny spot Tannsy peed from and then ran the entire fiat length of his warm, spit-sloppy tongue across the quivering stiffness of her pulsing miniprick. He covered the tiny opening of her vagina with his mouth and sucked hard, letting his tongue be drawn into the slippery red hole with the reverse suction.
Tannsy's hips began rolling in gentle fucking motions in her sleep, following every circle of his mouth and tongue and nose and chin, meeting his every nudge. Her hands shot down to her sides, suddenly, clenching at the tufted bedspread, and her tummy muscles tightened and released. A groggy little moan escaped her and a flood of juice squished from her cunt to smear all over, warm and thick and slippery, on Clark's greedy mouth and chin and cheeks.
So abruptly it startled Clark, Tannsy's hips rolled hard upwards. Her legs shot high and wide only to come back down on her heels to push her cunt up to meet his face while her hands clapped desperately to the back of his head.
Trying to see Tannsy's face without taking his own face out of her cunt, Clark saw only the underside of her chin appearing rhythmically between the points of her breasts as Tannsy's head flopped back and forth on her jointless neck. Her burgeoning little breasts were tiny white mountains of quivering flesh heaving high above the white and gold expanse of her quaking tummy, swollen so heavily the skin was stretched to shiny. The tiny searching nipples strained erect like wondering where were the palms of his hands.
He worked one hand up her tummy to cup her breast, the other under her juice-slippery bottom. Tannsy's both hands clapped over his to mash it harder to her breast. Her hips began humping against his face in mindless little jerkings. "Honey, honey, honey," she mewed.
Her hands shot down to press hard on the back of Clark's head, then went back to mash his hand to her breast again, only to come back immediately, frantically clawing his face ever deeper into the Jell-O of her burning cunt. Clark sucked her like mad.
Gradually Tannsy's humping grew less fierce and then ceased altogether. Her sweat-drenched body lay motionless except for her tiny hands still clenching and unclenching in Clark's hair and her chest rising and falling in gulping gasps of breath.
"Oh-h man-n, honey," she moaned, "what a fantastic way to wake up."
Clark smiled smugly into Tannsy's pulsing cunt, feeling the matching beat of the artery inside her thigh pounding against his hot flushed cheek. Suddenly he needed his.
Even as she was still throbbing from her first orgasm, Clark slid up his sister's tiny body, ramming his straining cock into her slippery pulsing pocket and whipping his arm under her hips to drive it even deeper.
Tannsy's body rose with a surprised squeal and Clark's own body betrayed him. The instant Tannsy's juicy cunt channel clamped around it, his dick exploded, shooting groaning spurts of semen that drained the very spine out of him. He collapsed atop Tannsy and weakly rolled them to their sides to rest. He rolled right off the edge of the bed, his cock jerking out of Tannsy's clinging cunt with a soul-scorching 'th-thowk-k'.
Tannsy's surprised face popped over the edge of the bed above him and she burst into wild screaming laughter. She let her own tiny body plop loosely on top of his, and they were nutty brother and sister again, sharing a great big huge joke. Tannsy pulled a corner of the bedspread down to wipe Clark's chin and cheeks and then pushed back to look at him. "Should have left it there," she giggled, kissing him. "It made me feel all sexy again just seeing it."
"Man, talk about fast ones," Clark jeered. "That one must have been the shortest on record, wasn't it? One lousy stroke?"
"Well, so it must have been the greatest one, too, hey? They can't all be the great big long ones we like, can they? Especially after all week without any?"
"We could have brought Lorene out, too, you know. Last night? Initiated her like at a little kid show party?"
"Hey-y, that's not even something to joke about, buster. Anyway, she got initiated a long time ago. Before me. Tommie Reiner got it."
"Yaah, that bastard always did go after the young stuff, didn't he? Too young to know what a jerk he is."
"I suppose, but everybody has their own thing, don't they? Isn't his kind of his own business?"
"As long as he keeps it his own business, hey. But like he was trying to get to you at your birthday party?"
"Y-Yluck! No danger of tha-at. I've got my-y man." Tannsy abruptly raised her head and kissed Clark. "Hey, where were you all night? I thought you said you were only going to the show."
"Hunh? Oh. I stayed in my room upstairs because I didn't want to be out here alone when nobody but us was home. Silly, hey?"
"Ye Gods, and I was laying right here in this-s bed, waiting for you-u all night."
"You were out here!! Where was Lorrie?"
"..... She got mad and went home."
"Oh hey, you shouldn't've done that. You shouldn't be pushing your friends off just for this."
"Just for this!! Ju-ust for something like we just had together??"
"Well, what I mean ... we can do this every once in a while okay, like for kicks, but you've got to keep having your friends around. And you gotta keep running around with Pete Fleming and--everything just the same as we've always done. You should--even start letting Pete have it so--"
"You w-want me to start making out with somebody else??"
"Well--no, I don't w-want you to, but--so people will know, you know? You look too-o--like s-sex-xy now. Like a real with it woman who's making the hell out of it with s-somebody."
"Pee on people. I'm not about to start making out with anybody but my husband."
"But that's the point, sweetie. If we're together too much, like if we don't have any outside friends, it'll be too easy for somebody to start putting two and two together. Like you and me."
"So? I don't care if they do."
"Well, you damn well better care. When you get tired of the kinkiness of getting it on with your own brother, the only dates you'd be able to get would be the guys who wouldn't want anything except to sneak you out in the bushes for an easy piece of tail where nobody could see who they're out with. I am n-not going to let you be another Carmie Reiner."
"...You're not getting into that wishing you and me hadn't happened again, are you, Clarkie?"
"..... What I'm wishing is that you weren't my s-sister so I could show the whole fucking w-world how great we are together, you and me."
"So that's all that counts, then. With me. Ye Gods, is Big Peepee still hard or is he hard again?"
Oh-h, man-n? The only way they were ever going to get out of this now they'd gotten into each other so heavy was by getting caught at it and then it was going to be too late for the sweet little shit.
"...You're holding it up with your legs."
Tannsy gave her brother a skeptical frown. She reached behind her thigh, suddenly, to measure his stiff with thumb and finger. "I am not holding it up, you dingaling," she giggled. "Besides, it's still big and I couldn't hold it big. Hey, lay there a minute, Clarkie. I thought up something last night I want to try to you."
Tannsy scrambled backwards astraddle Clark's thighs, her round little bare ass wiggling in unconsciously voluptuous young animal grace. Straightening her lithe body, she reached behind her leg, trying to look down over her shoulder to see what she was doing. The point of Clark's cock touched her asshole and the cheeks of her ass instinctively clapped together. Tannsy raised herself quickly away and leaned forward to reach back between the arch of her legs to tug at the wad of bone, looking down between her breasts now, and feeling, to place it. She eased herself backwards, wriggling until the knob of Clark's staff was securely snapped into the chrysalis of her snug little silk-fringed nest, then settled slowly back and all the way down until her warm soft behind was snuggled into her brother's belly.
"It worked!" she squeaked happily.
Raising herself, Tannsy shuffled her knees to a more apt position and then fell forward to her hands on his shins to fuck Clark backwards, fitting the arch of her hip movements to the curve of his straining rod so that the rod slid through a perfectly ovular slick slippery hole with no distortions at any point in the slide. For the first time in his life, Clark had an unobstructed view of his cock fucking into a girl's juicy split.
In spite of the slippery wetness of his staff sliding so neatly centered within it, the tight lobes of Tannsy's cunt dimpled in as she settled downwards and lagged behind as she raised her ardent little body back up, pouting, gripping all the ridges of Clark's cock individually, clinging as if the lips were as loathe to let loose of the lovely deep entrenchment as his spazzing cock was to have them let loose.
At the top of each of her slow groveling strokes, Tannsy slithered her hips in a sinuous rotating motion, wallowing and loving the wallowing. Her tight labia nudged gently at the shoulder rim at the top of the stairs, stretching out from her cunt, greedy to hold on. Tannsy would then pull out a careful tiny bit further until the lips were closing on the outer slopes of Clark's big knob. She let her juice-smeared cunt reach almost the very tip of the slippery shining dome before starting her torturing, squirming journey back down. In the fraction of an instant when her cunt lips popped over the shoulder rim of his cock, Clark would get a stomach-hollowing glimpse of the bright red inner labia, gripping as vigorously as the outer lobes, pulsing and clinging, working as hard as their outer sisters to make this crazy wonderful backwards fuck even more crazy wonderful.
Little Smartie-pants Superbrain got too smart once and lost the big prick her hot cunt was teasing over. Tannsy wiggled her bottom around in lip- biting concentration and then flashed a smug grin of triumph over her shoulder when she got the head poked back into her cunt without using her hands.
The predatory passion within her own wild little body began building much faster than Tannsy had counted on. As her feelings began so obviously to center on her hot cunt sliding so tightly up and down the big slippery pole, the muscles inside began to grip in spastic little grabbings. Tannsy's sensuous mouth began to droop and her breathing to quicken. Her eyes began to glaze over and the little wrinkled-nose sniffs she was attempting to tease over her shoulder with each completed stroke began to end in involuntary little grimaces of sultry lust.
A tiny fleck of frothy white foam appeared at the very tip of her tight-stretched cunt lips. Tannsy suddenly broke into a loud cry, arching her back and clapping both hands to her crotch as if she would hold it back by sheer brute force. "Oh, G-God, hon-ney-y," she wailed, "I can't wai-ait for you."
Lashing her superheating cunt up and down on her brother's big peg harder and harder, Tannsy worked more and more frantically for more and more speed and more and more grinding depth of penetration. The mind-blowing sounds began; Tannsy's involuntary throat swallowing, her deep and deeper moans of breath. Then the squishing sounds of her liquidating cunt squeezing hot girl juice around the full sizzling length of the long, curved truncheon that was stuffing it so full.
Clark strove like crazy for that benumbed stage where he could lie and watch that cock and cunt action as a totally mind-blowing scene but as an experience happening to somebody else like in a hot skin-flick. When Tannsy suddenly reared erect, her head thrown rigidly back and keening her typical little yipping screams, he still had complete control over the house organ, ready to carry on for this little brat sister for as long as she needed him.
Tannsy squatted in wild abandon on Clark's big cock, her tummy gurgling wildly. Her cunt glubbed, blurting masses of juice so heavily the cheeks of her ass grew shiny with it. The huge pole in her cunt came out glistening each time Tannsy raised herself. Her brother's belly and legs were smeared all over with it.
No longer able to raise herself, finally, Tannsy toppled lifelessly backwards, her legs doubling under like in the super-graceful finishing act of her best gymnastics routine. Her hips kept jerking in the aftermath of the miniature earthquake, her cunt kept clamping and unclamping around the big peg still holding it solidly on center to the man body beneath her.
It was in this position; Tannsy collapsed backwards atop him, Clark's hands caressing comfortingly from her quaking tummy up over the heaving swells of her breasts and back down, his super-swollen rod studded, still stiff and solid, into his sister's gaping cunt, that Clark could finally begin to relax. And to hear the sounds of labored breathing coming from the doorway to the garage which he had never thought to lock.
Chapter VI
"Great time, Fletcher!" Coach Somers shouted happily, trotting around the end of the pool.
Clark did a quick scan of the electronic stop clocks mounted over each of the eight swimming lanes, seeing with an inner shrug that he had come in almost a full second ahead of anybody else on the team. So why not. They all had other things to do with their time besides swim. And swim and swim.
Coach fisted Clark on the arm, heartily man to man. "Beautiful time," he repeated. "You get that new stroke perfected, we'll make an Olympics candidate out of you yet. Get yourself a piece of chocolate and take five."
Karen Somers slithered by to join Coach who was grouping the rest of the team together to exhort them to as good lap times as the Superstar was now showing. As she passed behind him, her hand brushed across Clark's skin- tight trunks. The accidental caress sent a streak of lightning bouncing clear down to his heels and back and his eyes bouncing to Karen's own firm-cheeked bottom. Man, if he didn't close in on some cunt pretty soon they'd be hanging his balls up for trophies.
Karen Somers was one of the best--and highest paid--swimming coaches in the country, too, but with her entire girls' team away at their exclusive private school she was acting as her husband's assistant for the winter. And driving all the guys into fits gliding around inside that graceful supersnake body of hers. Talking and acting like one of their own, but being always innaccess--Why that goddam bitch! That touch on his ass couldn't have been accidental. Karen had been at least a foot away when she went past.
Clark cast a sudden new look at the long, sleek, woman-athlete body. Karen's second-skin tank suit was even tighter than his own but there was none of the roll of flesh squeezing from the legholes as there might be on other women in their late twenties. Her damn leg muscles were as solid as his own.... And surely a hell of a lot prettier.
He traced the outline of Karen's solid behind into the curving of her narrow waist and then into the gentle wedge of her soft bare back and on up to her deeply suntanned shoulders. He noticed with a visible start that Karen had stopped walking and was half turned to face him. Then he felt his face burn painfully red as he realized that she had never taken her eyes off him as she walked away in the first place.
Before Clark could drop his own stare, Karen wrinkled her nose in a sly little sniff, subtly arching her colossal breasts.... Knowing damn well how that stretchy nylon cuddled around each individual nipple even when they weren't in erection, one with the band of orange slashing down across her flat stomach to point out her smooth round hip, the other plain blue but just as gulp-making. She turned to walk on to the team but then stopped again, this time turning fully to face him.
"See you in the office a minute, please, Fletcher?" she said crisply.
Carefully sober-faced, Clark meekly followed the beautiful ass, again feeling the delicious stirring in his balls. Man, wouldn't it be some beautiful something to be fucking this sex-bodied broad again? Wouldn't it be some beautiful something to be fucking anybody again!
Karen seated herself behind the desk, motioning Clark to the ass- chewing chair directly across. She cast a glance through the block window to make sure everybody, including her husband, was still occupied and turned back to Clark.
"Okay," she said bluntly, "your swimming's been the greatest but what is it that's been bugging you personally all these months?"
"Hunh-h?? Nothing's been bugging me."
"Clarkie, you and I have been friends for a long time, wouldn't you say? Something more than friends, maybe?"
"Y-yeah."
"You don't have to be so cautious. I didn't bring you in here to scream of being the neglected mistress. I don't even remember that the first day of April was the last time you and I made out together."
Clark rolled his eyes, grinning with Karen. "Man-n," he leered, "I-I do."
"Yes-s, I'm sure you do-o. Particularly since it was early in June when we were down in Los Angeles. That must be so-ome great new girlfriend you've got this time to have you all strung out like you've been."
"Girlfriend!"
"Come on, Flet-cher! Two people can't be as emotionally involved--two people can't have f-fucked together as beautifully as you and I have fucked together without learning something about each other. I would guess, knowing you for the little sex maniac you've always been, that you've either gotten hung up on some little broad who isn't putting it out for you and you don't know what to do about it, or the two of you are making it and it's gotten to be too serious for you to handle."
Clark's eyes and mouth popped open. Karen's healthily handsome face again broke into her sardonic grin. "Sure, sweetie," she chuckled, "you'd be surprised at how much we old folks might understand even if we can't always come up with the right answers."
"..... Okay, teach, learn me all about it."
"No, baby, you tell old Mama. And be serious for a change. Sometimes it helps just to talk about it. You don't have to name any names if you don't want to. Who is she?"
Clark's eyebrows shot up. "Hey, you just said--Aah, you did that on purpose, too."
"I'm only jealous."
Karen giggled with him and, with that undercurrent of seriousness still there, it did open the door to let it all hang out.... To someone who really might understand if anyone ever would. Without naming names.
"It is some little broad, isn't it," Karen helped gently.
"Well... but not exactly like you said, you know? You see this girl's- well--awful young. What really happened, I think--What it was was that she was... like curious to see what it would be like, you know? But then--well, it really happened instead and now she wants--we both want it with each other all the time. I think it's only because I was her first guy, but she thinks she's in love with me now and she doesn't even want to try it on with anybody else to find out."
"And she wants the same kind of exclusivity from you."
"Yeah--well, no, not exactly. I sort of promised her I wouldn't with anybody else until she herself wanted out, but then--well, her sister caught us and I sort of had to do it to the sister--"
"My G-God, y-her oth--her sister, too??"
"Well, don't make it sound like tha-at, Karen. This isn't something freaky, you know. When Cissie saw us doing it she needed it, too, just like anybody would, but these are both great kids we're talking about."
"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to imply-- Clarkie, I know you well enough to know you wouldn't associate with anybody but good kids. Let's assume that now, okay?"
"...No. I don't want to talk about it anymore, anyway."
"Oh, please, baby, you must. Just sit there a minute and get your head straight and then finish telling me. You need to."
"Well... That's about it, anyway. I did it to the sister, too, to get her--you know, like involved so she couldn't squeal even if she wanted to, and now the girl doesn't mind that I do it to the sister, too. In fact, she really likes it when all three of us-- Oh shit, Karen, this ... gets too private. For other people besides me."
"I think I've got the picture anyway. I take it I'm the first adult you've had the opportunity of discussing this with?"
"You're the first anybody I've had the guts to talk about it with."
"Hey-y, let's don't be putting yourself down now. It's your protective instinct, not any lack of guts, that's kept you from talking it out with anyone. This sort of problem isn't all that unusual, you know. More girls than you think--and guys, too--get carried away and make it with-th--anybody who happens to be handy."
"I-thought you might do a lot of moralizing. About me doing it to such a young girl, I mean."
"Me-e?? I'd be a great one to moralize, wouldn't I? How old were you when we first discovered that fantastic swimming potential of yours and got carried away in our own celebration? Fourteen?"
"But your economy-size baby you always called me. I wasn't so tiny and I wasn't--I'd already done it a lot."
"I rather doubt that makes the difference though I have always heard that a girl stays in love with the man who... popped her cherry." "Oh, man, thanks a lot!"
"Well, hey, buster. That bit of vulgarity was supposed to brighten your sad life, not accentuate it. What is it then, that you feel you'd be deserting the girl if you were to start up again with somebody else?"
"God, no, I'd like to. And I'd like her to, too, to--you know, cover us up. Everybody's already noticing for months now that I haven't been out with anybody else and if I could do it to somebody else even just once in a while they'd think I was finally over my new girl and stop worrying about it."
"Why don't you do it then? Surely the girl would understand your reason once it's done."
"I... well, I can't with anybody else anymore. If she only would then I could but until she will, I can't."
"Oh, honey, that's only in your mind."
"No-o, it-s true! Everything's going great with some girl, then I start remembering those dumb promises and everything just goes zonk. Tannsy's always been such an absolute nut about keeping promises herself she thinks everybody else is the same way and it always like takes her by surprise and hurts the hell out of her whenever somebody breaks one to her and I just can't do it even when she's away."
"Maybe if you were to try it with some more experienced woman who could help--"
"I tried that, too, and it's the same thing as with girls. It's worse. One of them... even made me go off without it ever coming up and I felt even lousier. I just can't do it with anyone else anymore."
"But if it should happen by accident--"
"I can't make an accident happen, Karen! God, can't you understand?? I can't get it up-p! For anybody!"
"Oh, baby.... I knew it had to be something more serious than being limited to once a month sex. You were uptight long before the girls went to school this year."
"--Hey-y, how did you know she comes home from school every month?"
"Simple, you ding dong. All the girls in your set go to the same school and they all-l come home once a month."
"Oh yeah, right.... Aah, we might as well forget that, Karen. I'd be pretty dumb if I didn't think by now we both know it's Tannsy and me we're talking about. I... hey, you know that's right? I'm not minding that you know about us. You'd never think it was only dirty."
"Thank you for that, baby. And it will be easier to work something out now that we don't have to do all the careful hedging around. Are you sure your depression isn't a matter of feeling you'd be deserting Tannsy in some way by getting it on with someone else? That it's become--oh, maybe like a duty now instead of a pleasure because you don't want to desert her?"
"Oh-h, no w-way, Karen! Honest. We're absolutely perfect together. Every time."
"Yes, I suppose you would be. You're so much alike either of you could almost predict what the other would like. What about a phony confession then, if you think that's all it would take to make Tannsy experiment--"
"Lie to her, you mean? No way. Tannsy and I have never in our lives told each other a lie. About anything. If she found out I'd done that it would hurt her worse than breaking a promise. She might never trust me again and she'd miss that more than not doing it with each other. And so would I."
"Well... as I said, we can't always come up with the right answers. You can't just bluntly cut it off, you know. You certainly don't want that sweet little girl herself coming up with some awful hang-up for having been trapped into the actions of a nasty-dirty little girl."
"Hey-y!!"
"As society would regard it, you dumb shit, sit down! As people would make her-r feel for having done nothing more than give in to a natural urge she's mistaken for society's highly touted lo-ove. I'm with you, you know, that she'll outgrow it. Until she does, why not just go on enjoying each other? Very discreetly, of course."
"Because I'm always so goddam afraid we'll get found out by somebody outside, the way everybody's always like spotlighting us all the time trying to find out who my new girl is as if it was their business. You know how people talk about girls like--girls who do it with their own brothers."
"Oh, yes, I know. You're not talking much about Cissie here, Clarkie. How does she fit in?"
"Oh, Cissie's all right. It isn't hurting her. She just likes it with me once in a while for special kicks. Like I wish Tannsy did. And yet I don't, too; does that make sense?"
"Sure, I can dig your confusion. I assume you've talked about it with Tannsy?"
"I've tried to but she always turns it off. She thinks if we're careful we just won't get caught."
"From her viewpoint or yours?"
"..... What do you mean?"
"Tannsy's acute sense of fair play is one of the great qualities that make her such a sweet little thing. She knows as well as any of us how sexually active you've always been and I'd bet anything it bothers her considerably that you must do without during these long periods you're apart."
"Hey, it does. She's said so herself. --But that's exactly what makes me keep making those dumb promises that I don't w-want anybody but her. As I don't when she's around."
"Fine. Keep making the promises, and keep them, but for when you are both at home. Being suddenly a woman in opposition to her sense of fair play, Tannsy's prime objection isn't to the act of you making it with some other girl so much as it's the thought that you might prefer some other girl above her. Her accidence to Cissie shows that. Don't you think maybe that coming at the problem from your viewpoint instead of hers, like telling her it's just too long for you between visits and that you'd like the freedom of making out with others while she's gone--for relief, of course, never in preference--"
"Hey-y, that's just exactly what would tick off that fairminded mind of hers. And I sure as hell wouldn't be lying, either. Man-n, why didn't I ever think of something as simple as that, myself, as well as I've always known her. It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, Kar-ren! You're beautiful!"
Clark scrambled around the desk, banging kisses on Karen's surprised mouth and all over her face, holding her head in both excited hands. Karen struggled furiously, finally breaking loose and shooting an apprehensive glance through the block window. Clark followed her glance.
"See?" he teased gaily. "Nobody there."
"He could have been there, you idiot, but I don't especially care to be put in a position where I'd have to start putting it out for your entire crew to buy their silence, either. I'm not exactly Elaine Compton."
"Aw, Karen, I wasn't being smart-ass. It was just when you showed me what to do about Tannsy so easy it was so--it felt so good I forget somebody might see us. I'm sor-ry."
Karen cut Clark off with a rueful grin. "I guess I understand your impulse, baby, it just took me by surprise. Forget it, hey?"
"Impulse, nothing. I've been looking for an excuse to do that ever since we came in here."
"There you go again, you blarney idiot, get the hell out of here. -- Yes, do get out of here. Go round up the fellows, Captain, before you and me both get our pretty asses in slings for not working. Get that look off your face; I know how you guys regard my rear end. --Same way I've always looked at your-rs, hey baby."
"Want to do something about it instead of working?"
"After you've fixed it up with Tannsy and can get your mind on it, Junior, I'm not the charity commission. Split!"
Karen came out a few minutes later, walking directly to the coaching stand on the sidelines. She didn't especially look at him as she cheerfully scanned the alert faces on the starting blocks but Clark got the warm feeling he used to get from her gentle secret smile when he and she had set something up for after practice.
"Anybody for a fa-ast hundred? Free-style?" The super-innocence in Karen's laughing-like bleat made everybody feel she had to be talking about a fast hundred strokes in fucking. She picked the starting gun off the lectern, swinging the muzzle from the water to the ceiling in a sneaky-like arc straight up the front of Clark's body, again like pointing a subtle finger especially at him as she used to do it when they had a thing going. She held the gun pointed in the air, calmly waiting until everybody was ready, then fired and pushed the automatic time clock button simultaneously.
Showing off for Karen as they never would for Coach in mere practice, the team really pressed in on him this time. Determined not to let anybody beat him, especially after such a great talk with Karen, Clark really poured it on, flipping quickly at the far end of the pool and bearing down equally hard on the back fifty. As he touched the electronic sensor at the head of his racing lane he noticed by the clock above that he had bettered an already fantastic hundred meter time by almost two tenths of a second. He dragged himself over the edge of the pool apron and flopped to his back.
"All-l ri-ight!" Karen was screaming happily. "Now that was a heat that couldn't be beat."
Even the corny rhyme Coach used as a prelude to dismissal sounded beautiful.
"Fletcher, get your back off that cold tile. If all you guys will promise never to tell Coach, I'm going to call that heat good enough to warrant an early day so you can all get on over to Ship's big party. If-f you're dumb enough to go to a pool party in October.... As if you'll be staying in the water very long anyway."
With a great big "Yay-y!" for their pet coach as she went into her office, the fellows grabbed sweat suits and sneakers and cut for the door. All except Faithful Husband Clark Fletcher who sat on his dead ass watching them with his already benumbed feet dangling in the cold cold water.
Jerry Shipley stopped suddenly and spun around as if to come back and insist again that he come to the pussy party and help him check out his new flock of cunt-broads. Wavering, but then pretending not to see Jerry even as he felt so lousy for treating his best friend like this, Clark scrambled to his feet and went into the water in a long shallow dive. He stayed beneath the surface for nearly the whole fifty meters and when he came out of the water Jerry was gone, too.
Clark cast a yearning glance through the block window and his hollow loneliness deepened. He had thought she might be sticking around to test out her own theories in spite of her old man being right here in the same building. But then she probably understood that one better than he did, too. She'd made it sound like it was for her own satisfaction that he should wait until he talked with Tannsy but she probably knew as well as he did that if he was to try it and fail with Karen Somers, the very greatest piece of cunt in the whole damn world, he might as well forget it forever. He'd never be able to get it on with anybody again, including his two great sexy little sisters.
Opening his locker door with one hand while pulling at the tie of his trunks with the other, Clark froze as he felt a silent step behind him. Immediately he felt a warm body press against his ass but a hard cold something poke into his side.
"Don't take those trunks off, buddy," a gruff, surly voice ordered.
He knew who it was, of course, but his sluggish mind couldn't get into what kind of crazy thing she was pulling on him this time. As he turned, Karen burst into a fit of girlish giggles, stretching to put the starter gun on top of the lockers. In the same fluid motion, she stepped against Clark, slipping her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, and squirming her warm soft-firm stomach sensuously snug into his.
Almost immediately Clark became lost in Karen's soft searching lips and her big luscious breasts mushing so warmly against his bare chest. Then he felt the lips quirk into a mile-wide smile under his. Surprised, he snapped his eyes open to meet hers and, even as he did, his own feelings centered super-thrillingly on the reason Karen was grinning. He had a great big enormous erection straining into her crotch through their swimming suits. A great huge wonderful glorious gigantic stupendous hard-on. Not in the torturing aloneness of his pad at home, not with some stupid overanxious broad who was afraid she was fading, not in the first nervous-making stages of getting it on with some new young broad. He had a great, big beautiful hard-on right here in the privacy of an empty locker room with a ready, sexy, woman who was always so much more than willing to do something about it with him.
Without a word, Karen pushed back from Clark. She dropped to her back on one of the padded benches, a nasty-dirty little kid grin all over her ruddy-flushed face, lifting her gorgeous legs high and spreading them wide, one hand invitingly pulling the crotch of her stretchy nylon tank suit to one side. The clinging material caught the hair on one side of her cunt, momentarily showing the red gash inside, already wet and shining with juice, ready and waiting for his tingling, throbbing, beautifully hard superprick.
"Hit the line, Goliath," she murmured huskily, her lush breasts rising and falling in her own quickening breathing. "--No, baby, don't take 'em off. Just slip that magnificent piece of cock to me before I die. That beautiful sexy bod of yours has had me like screaming ever since you kissed me in the office. Before that. All day-y."
"My-y beautiful body!" Clark laughed. He eagerly straddled the bench between the full warm thighs but then, grinning happily, he dared to test it, standing there teasing Karen with the sight of that big hard old red-headed cock glaring out in front of him.
Frowning fiercely, Karen scrambled upright to yank at it with both hands, pulling Clark with her as she lay back down. With her own sly grin, she held him back just as the head of his dick touched the crisp tickly hair of her cunt. She scrubbed the cushiony point up and down her slippery slit a couple of times, tilting her own hips to bunt it against her throbbing clitoris, and then, placing just barely the tip end of his cock at the mouth of her cunt, dropped both hands over the sides of the bench, grinning up at Clark, tacitly inviting him to take over from there.
Bending his knees in a half-squat, Clark rolled his hips back and rammed his bulging cock at that teasing cunt, hitting the edge of her cunt but then slamming so deep into her it lifted Karen's hips completely from the bench. He gasped, almost blowing his nuts on that very first thrust. Karen's cunt felt like boiling water after the cold encasement of his wet swimming trunks.
Karen pulled him down on top of her and nipped his shoulder, hard, shocking him out of his too quick blast off. "Th-there ya go," she murmured when she felt him relax inside her. "Now you can fuck me with that great big hard prick and not be in such a hurry about it. Hey, no, Fletch, I said don't take your pants off."
"Well, why not, now you've got it in you? You never wanted it with clothes on before, Karen. What's with you all the sudden?"
"I still like it best with no clothes on, hey, baby, but I like staying alive to get some more of it, too. What if somebody--say like my super- pugilistic husband?--should walk in here. Being alone together might be some damaging even as coach and swimmer but I would like to be in a position to get our suits straight in case of such an emergency and have the evidence at least a lit-tle less incriminating, wouldn't you?"
"Pshit! The way we are when you and me get going we'd never hear anybody come in in the first place."
"We will this time, baby. When I came in I just happened to see a mop bucket sitting there handy. Anybody comes through that door before we're through, he's going to make one helluva clatter, believe me."
"Get outa here, you ding dong. This joint's got the best janitor in the business. He'd never leave any mop bucket lying around."
"I th-think I only said handy. The broom closet ain't all that un-handy from the door, is it?"
Clark burst into happy laughter. An exaggerated grimace wrinkled Karen's nose as his stiff stiff cock wiggled inside her. Her hips bumped up at him.
"Hey," she said, "you think we've talked enough now so we can fuck and still have that big old thing last a while?"
Clark burst into laughter again. "Ah-h, Karen," he said, "you're really so-ome kind of woman, you know it? You really really are the greatest person I know."
Karen suddenly swallowed something hard to get down. "Then you'd better kiss this kind of woman and start the hell fucking, don't you think?" she finally got out. "And stop it with all the silly chatter?" She wrapped her legs around him and settled into a gentle loping motion, humping Clark in sultry little rolls like he was riding a rocking horse. Or backwards, maybe, like some specially built rocking horse was straddling him from below.
Clark held fast against Karen for a moment, kissing her again and then staring intently into the sultry green eyes that went so prettily with her clean-shiny red hair. He realized with a start that Karen's eyes were almost the exact same color as Tannsy's. They even had the same glittery glint of excitement Tannsy's got when they were trying some kicky new thing together.
Karen began coming on heavy all of a sudden, her slitted green eyes fairly glaring at him. Her breathing grew thick and gulpy, her rocking motions stronger until, at the top of each new rock, it felt as if her warm grip on the cheeks of his ass was pulling like the whole curve of his groin into the juicy cove between her flailing legs. Gradually, her eyes turned fuck-misty and her fluid hips began to flow into that final, rubbery, lashing at the end of each greedy stroke that nobody but she and Mrs. Compton had ever come on with when they were fucking him.
Karen broke out in a stifled gasp suddenly that dragged out into a faint moaning. The tight circle of her legs clamped onto Clark's waist high above his hips, her hot hands moved down to the backs of his thighs. Squeezed into her from above and below, there wasn't an inch Clark could move externally except to ride with her. He could feel his cock wig-wagging inside her, up and down and around like a railroad signal gone mad.
Frantically, Clark's fingers clawed at the top straps of Karen's tank suit to tear them over her soft round shoulders and free her marvelous breasts. His hands cupping the firm rounded sides of each of them, his face in the sweaty valley between, the image of Tannsy's huge green eyes finally began to fade.
About two strong sucks on her stiff-straining nipples and Karen crested, breaking into a loud keening wail and rioting up in a squealing heave that would have sent Clark flying over her head had she not been holding him so tightly. The walls of her voracious cunt strained tight around the piston of his dick, sucking hard at it on the straining backstrokes and, as Karen ground it back into herself, pumping noisy grunts of cunt juice along the entire length to squirt past the tight lips and tickle into the hair at the base. The walls of Karen's cunt collapsed, sucking the juice back into her sheath with an extended slurping sound and the terrible tickling started buzzing into Clark's balls from clear back around his asshole.
He bawled hoarsely as the hot thick lumps of semen came banging up the tube. He threw himself at Karen's rocking body with the frenzy of a madman. Both feet slipped on the wet cement floor and he upended, clumsily flopping forward atop Karen. Too weak to raise himself for more of the beautiful frantic pounding, he let himself lay on the soft cushions of her breasts, gulping and gasping for breath.
Tenderly, Karen caressed the back of his head and his tense-stiff neck even as her cunt below kept coming on with the involuntary grippings that caressed the finally softening length of his still jerking dick. As her own breathing grew easier, she began caressing the hand tenderly down his back and feeling around on the smooth cheek of his sweating ass. On a spurious kick, she slipped feathery fingertips under his trunks and between his legs to tickle a surprise to his still throbbing balls.
Clark surged against her crotch and then raised his head from her comfortable shoulder hollow to frown down on her, stern and mean.
"I wouldn't call that the longest one we ever had, would you, baby?" Karen panted, grinning up to his sweat plastered face.
"Maybe not, but I'll bet we'd call it the best one I-I ever had."
"No-o sh-shit?? Hey, we'd better be a little practical this one time and not extend it too long, don't you think? Grab me a towel from your locker, would you?"
Slouching back on the bench and wiggling her breath-jerking ass a lot more than seemed necessary to pull the crotch of her tank suit further from her middle, Mrs. Somers wiped at her gash with her deep-down dirty grin, all the time watching Clark watching her. She peered at his middle all of a sudden as if she had spotted something wrong there.
"Hey," she said seriously. "Come here a minute."
With dainty, finicky, fingertips, Karen picked Clark's limp wet dick from his legs and studied it. Rolling suddenly, she darted her head and stuffed the whole soggy sponge roll into her mouth. She sucked it clean, skinning it back while it was in the warmth of her mouth to get the neck, too, with the tip of her tongue. Though she now had a clumsy bulky war club facing her, Karen again held it with dainty fingertips while she licked into the crisp hair of Clark's pelvis. Her upturned fist now holding the big clumsy cock up and out of the way like a big wooden handle, Karen bunted Clark's legs apart and ran her warm sloppy-wet tongue one teasing, tantalizing, time over his supersensitive bag of balls. Acting as if nothing in the world should possibly be bothering him, she sat up on the bench, then, and calmly began toweling her spit from his body.
Clark hunched Karen back onto the bench, trying in the same move to close in on her lithe, suddenly eel-like body. Karen closed her legs, twisting away from him and holding him off with a hand against his hard stomach.
"Get outa here, you s-sex maniac," she giggled. "God's sakes, don't you ever get enough?? Besides, that meeting's gotta be over by now. How'd you like my husband to walk in and kill us b--... Oh well, maybe one more little quick quick quickie, hey? Live a little, fuck a lot--no, wait. I've got a better idea. Where's your van?"
"Home. I've been walking a lot lately. For exercise."
"Oh, shit. Oh well, no matter. Get dressed and wait in the parking lot near our bus-s-s--but not too near, you know? We'll just let Coachie walk it on home one time. Be good for his pot belly anyway. You-u and me-e, baby, we won't be going exactly straight home. We'll take that lon-ng way around like we used to; how's that knock your knockers?"
Chapter VII
Some young broad walked by on his right in one of the super-revealing new tank suits and Clark wished he could have seen her tits. If they were any match for the individual quivering globes of her tight little ass they must have been sensational. He jerked his mind away from that kind of thinking. There was no room in the new bikini-style trunks the men's teams had been issued for even a comfortable half-hard, much less a full blooming rail.
He smiled hello to Virginia Compton's mother in the first reserved spectator's box no more than an aisle width away, but Mrs. Congressman Compton didn't see his face. Her perfectly groomed eyes were coolly skimming,trunk bulges across the whole eight lanes of swimmers as if she came to all the meets less to watch her daughter compete than to estimate sizes of possibly available boy cocks. Her eyes came back down the line to linger most avidly on Superdick Boehm in lane two who had the biggest bulge of all, not even realizing, probably, which particular young boy she was sizing. But, what the hell, all the other ultrarefined ladies who followed the Superstar circuit were doing the same thing.
Virginia's kid sister simpered at him and Clark dropped her a friendly wink. He knew instantly what a big mistake that was. Kathy Compton was only thirteen but she was already making embarrassingly outspoken noises back home about how she intended to become Superstar Fletcher's woman.
Kathy slid her hips forward in the plush vinyl theater seat, spreading her legs in what she thought was a super-sexy come-on. Clark frowned at her to cut the shit but Kathy only grinned wider, her sneaky fingers edging her mini-skirt further up her healthy little legs. She flicked her eyes up to make sure her mother was still occupied, then deliberately flipped her skirt back and forth over her tummy like fanning a really hot hotbox. Clark's eyes involuntarily dropped to the white crotch of Kathy's panties and then quickly away.
In spite of the ocean of eyes on the line-up, he felt a stirring in his stupid prick as his stupid mind wouldn't immediately release the prominent little mound of willing cunt. Quickly he leaned forward as if to flex his muscles for the coming race. He let his upper body overbalance and tumbled awkwardly into the water. He stayed there, treading water to the accompaniment of loud laughter from the spectators and jeering hoots from the line-up, until he got a personal double toot from the referee's whistle.
As he came out of the water to resume his place, Roger Boehm grinned at him. "Gets so heavy it just tips you right over frontways sometimes, don't it," he teased from the corner of his mouth. "You ever fuck her?"
"Of course not, fr chris'sa--fuck who?"
"Miz Compton?"
"Oh. Who hasn't. Haven't you?"
"More like she got to me one time, hey. She fucked me about twenty times in a row in twenty different ways. Man, was my cock ever sore when we got done."
Clark laughed. "That's the name of the game with that one. Worth the sore cock, though, wasn't it?"
"Too m-much, man. She like to have scared the shit out of me all the time we were doing it. She'd have my cock in her cunt and then all the sudden her head would be down there and she'd have it in her mouth? She even had it between her tits once? Man-n, I didn't get to go off for like hours because she was always coming on with something different just when whatever she was doing was beginning to get good."
"You didn't like that??"
"Naah, I like to get it in without all the -"
The warning whistle sounded, sending them, like computer programmed robots, into tense starting crouches and then the starting gun sent them into the water.
"Man-n, Captain, what the hell you trying to do, kill us all?" Jerry Shipley groaned, crumbling to one of the benches on the pool apron. "These fucking politicians don't care if you don't set a new record every time they throw one of these exhibition meets to their adoring public. All they want us to do is show off our manly young bodies so all the broads'll get itchy cunts and vote for them hoping they can get to us. What happened, Coach's wife get her win button wrapped around your brain instead of your cock last night?"
"I didh't fuck anybody last night, you dumb shit. I was out with you."
"Oh yeah, right. Until almost ten o'clock."
"So I was bushed."
"That's what I mean, Captain, you should start sharing out some of those fringe benefits you're getting from the coaching staff with your crew. Give yourself a little free time."
"Oh, crew, I'm so happy to hear you're so concerned about me working too hard."
They exchanged grins and found the strength to get up and join the exodus to the gymnasium half of the hotel's subterranean athletic club.
Tannsy was third up on the gymnastics schedule. She stood for a moment, straight and sure on the narrow length of the slippery polished wood of the balance beam, so chin-high proud of being Tannsy Fletcher that Clark's throat tightened. Tannsy's shiny golden-auburn hair piled neatly on the top of her head gave her the imperial crown of a mature little queen but her cute little behind scooping out round and tempting in her skin-tight body stocking was totally young girl.
Tannsy melted down to the beam to do a back roll that came into a beautiful hand stand. She snapped gracefully to her feet only to cartwheel forward in the same continuous movement into a letter perfect walk-over. She swung one golden-tan leg back and then forward to do a complete turn on the ball of one tiny foot and spotted her brother watching her from among the crowd at the door.
Her intense little pixie face broke into a smile bright as a new dawn sun and the pert thrust of her proud little breasts seemed to swell towards him. Then Tannsy remembered she was on close-up camera. The smile vanished and she turned into athlete again, all intense concentration. In a sudden rush of almost uncontrollable desire, Clark had to have that sweet little chick. He could barely wait for her to finish her routine.
He felt a light pat on his ass but before he could turn, Cissie had slipped an arm around his waist and cuddled her soft hip against his.
"Man, isn't she the greatest?" she said proudly. "God, it makes me feel all sexy just watching her work."
Tannsy came off the beam in a dazzling somersaulting half-twist that went on into a series of forward flips across the slippery polished gym floor. Her arms spreading, she sank into a curtsey to her roaring audience on the last, perfectly timed, flip, folding one leg beneath her and bending her supple little body forward to touch her forehead to the opposite ankle.
With the same indifference Big Brother Super-star had shown, she danced backwards from center stage, took one last graceful bow, and then disappeared through the doorway into the ready room.
"You got time for a little talk with big sister, honey babe?" Cissie asked against Clark's ear through the din of the crowd.
"How can we, you idiot? You have to be in the water in less than thirty minutes. It takes almost that long to get upstairs and back the way we have to stop and rap with all Mom and Dad's frien--sycophants every. two seconds."
Cissie's cheeks flushed, maybe for the first time in her precocious young life. "I didn't mean that, you creep," she said indignantly. "I told you we're finished with that."
"I know, sweetie. You tell me every time we do it."
"Oh, fun-ny! We're not going to do it this time so you can just stop teasing. I really mean it we have to talk. Come on, we can use the Girl Coach's office."
Clark followed Cissie's beautiful round young-woman ass weaving in unconsciously lascivious grace even when she wasn't intending it to. He moved close behind her so nobody would see the rapidly swelling hump in his skimpy trunks. In the female Coach's quarters, he faced toward the door while he sneakily pressed the little button to let the Yale lock snap home. Before turning around, he pulled his trunks just far enough down to let his enormous hard-on spring up from the waist band.
Cissie was seated in the coach's chair behind the desk. As her eyes fell from her brother's grinning face to his superprotuberant middle, her cheeks again flushed red. Her mouth clapped shut, choking off whatever words she had been about to say.
"God damn you," she whispered. "--Come on, then."
Cissie's orange-slashed-blue tank suit was off before she reached the nurse's cot, coming over her feet in two buttock-thudding steps that would have made a queer submit to surgery. She threw herself to her back, spreading her lush young body for him, her quivering breasts already peaking in anticipation. "Do it, then," she hissed.
Clark bent and kissed Cissie's spread open cunt but Cissie pushed him away. "Just fuck," she ordered. "I wish we did have time for that but we don't."
Clark grabbed one of her legs, then, and spun his sister around to the edge of the cot. Teasing at her from below, he caressed the cushiony knob of his dick across her widely exposed asshole and then slowly, slowly, through the slippery lobes of her flooding cunt. It was the last easy motion of the whole two minutes.
The instant Clark slid his cock into her, Cissie yanked him down to her magnificent bobbling breasts. Her arms wrapped around him, her legs wrapped around him, her cunt wrapped around him. Her hips rolled and Cissie blammed herself at him with a violence he had never known from her before. Almost immediately her cunt blurted, squishing hot juice around his stem and then clamping so hard on the back stroke it began sucking the life out of his dick long before he had ever dreamed of ending it.
Clark pulled his cock out of Cissie in a half-daze with none of his usual desire for laying and soaking.
Cissie grinned, eyeing her brother's sloppy dangling dingus. "You think you and me can't have a quickie Superdick Special?" she panted. "I'll show you lots of things you never knew Big Sister could do. Hey, hand me one of those paper towels, would you? I can't get up or the stuff'll get all over this clean sheet.... God, I wish we had time to suck each other off now. The slippery taste like keeps me turned on for a long time after."
Clark grinned finally. "You did kinda get yow studs mixed up, didn't you, baby."
"No. I really didn't intend to get into this when I brought you in here but it seems I can't be alone with you anywhere anymore without wanting that beautiful prick of yours in my cunt or in my mouth or my hand or someplace."
"Suits the hell out of me. What's so critical that we have to waste time talking when you always like a stiff dick in you right up to the last second before you dash out for strategy briefing?"
"... You and Tannsy."
"Oh come on, not that again."
"No, this is different. Over a year of her exclusies with Big Brother now, Clark. That's too long to wait anymore for her kicks to wear--"
"Big Brother Husband, she calls it."
"Hey-y, you don't have to protect her from me-e, man. I-I'm on her side, too-o. But she will be seventeen years old in just a few weeks and she should have some public bedmates showing. I mean it's okay that she keeps on doing it with you if she wants to but she should have at least one other guy for people to know she's making it with. All the time she's home anymore she always looks as sassy as if she's just come from some wild eight hour session with a nine-inch time bomb and looking around for more."
"Honey, we've been over all this before. All three of us. Nobody knows it's me she does it with--.... Aw, look, Cis, I admit I never thought it would last as long as it has, but what's the difference as long as it is what she wants? She's been damn good about controlling that temper of hers and keeping it secret."
"..... Okay. Since we did make it so good I was going to wait till all three of us were upstairs so we wouldn't spoil it, but I guess I'll have to give it to you straight right now. Until now you guys have been good at keeping it secret, okay? It's out now, Clarkie, and it wasn't Tannsy's temper that let it out. It was that look that went between you while she was on show. It was just like your face was saying 'You're my woman, baby', and her was saying "You damn well better believe it, man'."
"Oh-oh."
"Ri-ight. Roger's mind was too much on getting his hand in my crotch, but Virginia Compton caught it. I saw her look at Tannsy's face and follow it to yours and then a look went over hers like she'd just discovered a new way of getting it on. I'm sure she suspects something, Clark, and you know old Gin. She's right away going to tell Jerry and Jerry is right away going to try and get it on with Tannsy because he's been in love with her since she was two years old and Virginia is going to get mad and blab it to everybody even if it means her and me split up as best friends because she considers Jerry her steady now except at swap meets. And as long as she can't have you."
"..... So. What do we do now?"
"Ri-ight. What we do now is either you talk with Tann about making it with somebody in some way she can get caught at it or I'm going to have to."
"I'd better do it then. She'll understand it better from me, I think, don't you?"
"Probably, but I want you to do it right away, okay? Like tonight, even?--Hey, Virginia's mom arranged the hotel manager's private gym for the girls' team to work out in tonight. I'm sure it won't be too hard to talk Virginia into throwing a swappie instead of exercising if I tell her you're coming and you can bring Tannsy down. Maybe seeing somebody else getting it will turn her on high enough to want it with anybody that's available and we won't have to force anything on her. Like it always does me-e."
"Aw, Cis, I hate to do that to her."
"Well, I do, too, but what other way is there? It has to be done tonight. Period. Before Gin crawls in with Jerry. Hey, it's about time, isn't it? We'd better split."
Tannsy was waiting in the pool compound with both swim teams, imperious to the rules barring non-swimmers as the proud little sixteen-year-old queen she was. Dressed in street clothes, she was no longer so much special little brat as stunning little woman.
Tiny but beautiful all dressed up in a vivid pink mini-suit with an expensive rose-colored silk blouse barely covering her perky breasts beneath it. Her beautiful bare gymnast legs shaped out of the outfit, running girl- pink-tan clear down to the tiny pinch pacs that matched the rest of her ensemble. Her graceful neck merging from the open throat of the blouse melted softly into her pretty little glowing face with its huge green, always excited eyes, and Tannsy carried her excitingly windblown golden-auburn hair as haughtily unaware of the adoring peasant stares surrounding her as her own beautiful look-alike mother would have carried hers. She was more exciting, fully dressed, than the seven members of the girls' first team clad only in their stretchy nylon tank suits that so outspokenly described the nipples of their tits and the slits of their cunts.
"Hoo-wee!" Tannsy murmured, dancing the last few steps to meet her brother and sister and grinning at Cissie's sex-softened face. "I wish I'd been there to see that one."
Man-n, some dumb fucked-up world they lived in where a guy had to con his own sweet little sister into getting it on with some guy she might not even like. Judging from the pained look in her evasive eyes, sister Cissie agreed.
Chapter VIII
Cissie opened the door of the private gym at the first touch of Clark's knuckles.
"Man, I'm glad you guys came," she whispered. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't."
"I almost backed out, but Tannsy said she'd rather do it this way than to stop with us. let's don't be pushing her, though, hey."
"Hey-y, look who's here," Willie Cameron shouted. "We finally get to find out who little Superstar's been making it off with so sneaky-like all this time, hey? How 'bout saving me some after, Tann?"
"Fu-uck who she's been-n making it with," Donnie Donahue blustered. "How 'bout me being first, Tannsy? Like right now." "God's sakes, you guys," Tannsy laughed. "Give a girl a minute to get used to things, can't you? This is my first orgy."
Seeing no other place to sit, Tannsy sank onto a large leather couch near the door, nervously pulling Clark down with her for protection. As her insatiable curiosity began to overcome her timidity, Clark began to relax with her.
He glanced around the small gym, his eyes immediately lighting on hot little Bobbi Denton, almost as tiny as Tannsy herself and almost as good to have his stiff cock spiked into. Reginald Theodore Calvin the Third's white ass was already pounding into Bobbi's undulating black middle. Bobbi's beautiful black thighs were clamped around Reggie's back, urging him on and in. Her flush-heated chocolate face, coming no higher than Reggie's chest, was already darting all over that hairy expanse, teasing, biting at tit nipples, nipping at hairs, sucking up violent little hickeys all over the place.
Clark's cock came up to a nice comfortable hard-on in his pants but he felt no particular raging desire to yank Reggie out of that circle of legs and insert himself in there as he once might have. Though he hadn't tasted it in his year with Tannsy, he could easily remember that hot little body melting to sweet chocolate pudding under his own and urging him on just like that. With a big wide grin, he remembered the acute embarrassment Bobbi had one time caused him among both swim teams. They'd been alone when he fucked her, of course, but when she came, she had clamped her beautiful white teeth onto his left tit and the only way he'd been able to get loose was by forcibly pulling his tit from between the sharp edges. The tit had gotten all raging red and swollen to twice its normal size and stayed that way for over a week. And that had happened during a biggie meet in Los Angeles with the hugest spectator attendance he could remember.
Looking back to Tannsy, Clark noticed her eyes on Jerry Shipley's stiff cock disappearing into Carmella Reiner's unabashed mouth, appearing again looking wet and slippery and exciting. As the gulpy look crossed her pretty little face Clark didn't know whether it was relief he was feeling or lost- like jealousy.
By adding a third member to the team, Carmella and Tommie seemed to have come up with a new twist to center attention on their usual public display of kinky brother-sister exhibitions. They and Jerry Shipley had lowered a big leather vaulting horse to the level of Carmella's hips. Carmella was bent forward at the waist, her legs spread to the floor beneath. Her brother was standing between her legs, Jerry was sprawled in a metal folding chair with his knees flopped over the vaulting horse, his hands casually behind his head and his stiff cock buried to choking in Carmella's mouth. Each time Tommie came up on his toes to ram his cock into her dead cunt, Carmella's beautiful white ass would hump upwards over the slippery leather pivot, her feet leaving the floor beneath. Carmella holding her neck stiff, her head would go downwards, her puckered lips sliding down the stiff prick Jerry was diligently thrusting up to meet her. Finishing each upward lunge, her brother's hands on her hips would force Carmella's feet back to the floor and her mouth to the end of Jerry's prick. After every third or fourth stroke, Tommie would squat down to tongue more spit into his sister's cunt. Carmella's face was as expressionless as it had been the one time Clark had fucked her.
Tannsy giggled nervously beside Clark. "God," she whispered, "isn't it crazy how such a dirty thing can turn you on like it does? 'Specially after such a beautiful one as you and me just had upstairs? --My God, look over there."
Reggie and Bobbi thought they were hidden by the rowing machine in their private corner. Virginia Compton, on a floor mat in an opposite corner of the gym, knew damn well she wasn't. The Superstar of Fucking had borrowed Cissie's man, the biggest cock in the whole crowd, and was lying languidly across his hairy belly, her own legs spread to show off her beautiful silver- blonde cunt muff to its best light reflecting advantage directly under one of the inset ceiling lights. Almost indifferently, Virginia fondled at Roger's huge swollen cock, bending it towards herself every once in a while and flopping her head to glop her mouth onto the massive red-purple knob on the end. Her free hand covered Roger's at the top of her cunt where, Clark knew, hid that oversize, masochistic, clitoris. As if she knew Roger would never squeeze hard enough, Virginia's own beautiful long fingers were manipulating the sausage clubs of Roger's hairy hand.
As she saw Clark watching, Virginia picked Roger's fingers out of her cunt with dainty painstaking detail, negligently tossing the big hand aside. She threw one long sleek leg over big Roger's body and came up on her hands and knees. With a dramatic pause, weaving her beautiful rounded ass around in the air for everybody to appreciate, and then one dramatic lunge, she plowed the huge cock into her silver-blonde cunt clear to the big quivering purple bag of balls, the puckered ring of her asshole creating a blurred streak of brown all the way down.
"Bitch," Tannsy muttered. "She's only doing that to try to get to you."
"Hey-y, you take it easy now, you hear me? Don't you be starting something. She isn't doing anything to you and just remember, you and I are n-not Carmella and Tommie."
"..... Don't worry 'bout it as long as she doesn't try anything to you. And as long as you-u remember you promised you wouldn't do anything to her- r."
"Don't worry, honey, I won't. Be cool."
"Anybody else okay, but nothing to her-r."
"Tann-zie, I already promised, didn't I? Have I ever--"
A sweaty hand closed over Clark's ankle and he went zipping off the slippery leather couch to bounce on his ass on the floor. Debbie Leonard's movie star face, so incongruously pretty to the grossness of the rest of her, was grinning widely into his face.
"Hi, stranger," she trilled. "Welcome back t'the club."
Debbie straddled Clark's legs while she jerked his belt open and then waddled backwards down his legs, pulling his pants and his moccasin pacs off with her.
Like all the others, Debbie had her own little specialty. From the time the neighborhood gang had averaged twelve years old with Debbie among the younger members, she had loved having dirty old boy things in her mouth. Rather chubby then-and still, though one helluva good girl swimmer--she would blanket her oddly soft-feeling body along a guy's leg, her fat arms squashing her big mushy tits half around his thigh. She worked at the cock with a peculiar twisting motion of her pretty head, always lifting away when the cock was big and hard and gleaming with her spit. She would cock her head back, a gulpy-excited look half choking her as with a nasty-dirty, snorty kind of snicker she would point with her chin to the lipstick ring she had left as far down the throbbing shaft as her mouth could reach. As if unable to wait longer, she would quickly start sucking again, but as she felt the cock reach its superstiff point of ejaculation, she would again jerk her mouth away. Wrapping a meaty hand around the shaft, she would jerk like hell, holding her face close to watch every spurt boil out of the hole in the cock, reveling in the hot white stuff squirting all over her face. When she finished, there was always a messy wet smear on the guy's ankle.
Debbie didn't have all that much lipstick left when she pulled her head from Clark's rigid stick, but her flushed round cheeks did carry the old gulpy look that she had had that big old nasty-dirty boy cock in her mouth. Clark was beginning to enjoy her hot sloppy mouth when he noticed Tannsy staring down on them, looking like she was about to start crying. His cock wilted like a day-old daffodil.
"Hey, what's with you, swinger?" Debbie wailed.
"Just not my day, I guess," Clark grinned. "Must have had too much before I came down."
"Yeah?? With who? Everybody's been here."
"Oh yeah, right. Well... I meant I had too much to drink, but I got myself a sexy stranger for a change, too."
"Hey, I'm jealous you going out of the family to get it. So rest a while then, hey, and I'll get back to you. Save some for me, hey."
Above him, Tannsy went into a sudden flurry. "Damn it, Donnie," she cried, planting an elbow in Donahue's stomach that blooped the wind out of him. "Keep your damn hands off my tits for a minute, can't you?"
"Hey-y," Donahue complained. "You have to do it with anybody who wants it when you come to a swappie."
"Well, I get a choice, too. Just get the hell away from me a minute."
"Hey, goddammit, Tannsy--"
"Leave her alone, Donahue," Clark said, rising quickly. "For now, okay? She's all pooped out. Flying up here from LA and working the same day, you'd be, too."
He seated himself beside his little sister, patting her knee, wishing he could take her in his arms and baby her. "Cool it now, hey, fireball," he said gently. "Just be cool, okay? She'll be okay after she gets used to things a little, Don. She just doesn't like to be pushed on anything."
Beautiful naked Cissie and her gorgeous bobbling breasts suddenly materialized to tease Donahue's injured pride off to some private corner.
"I can't do it, Clarkie," Tannsy said in a low tearful moan. "Take me out of here. Please? Take me upstairs and you come back down if you want to."
"I can't do that, honey," Clark said gently. "If you and I were to leave together now after being here at all, every person in this room would know about us."
"I don't care, I can't do it. I ca-an't."
"Tann-zie, you have got to. Just be cool now, okay? Please? Compton's watching every move we make."
"F-fuck her."
"Hey, stop talking like that."
"... Okay, honey, I'm sorry. Couldn't we just pretend some way that I'd gotten it? Would anybody really notice, the way everybody's so involved already?"
"They don't get tha-at involved and, besides, the guy you were pretending with would sure as hell notice. Anyway, it's the way you look after you've had a good one. You'd never be able to fake that glow you get all over you."
Tannsy tightened her mouth and snapped her head away from her brother. Her blazing green eyes suddenly zeroed in on a shelf at the head of the couch and widened with the birth of an idea. Her face cleared as a tiny smile quirked the corners of her mouth and she turned back to Clark.
"Just that I get laid, right?" she whispered. "That's all?"
Clark's eyes narrowed. "Right," he said cautiously.
"And you don't care by who?"
Clark swallowed. "I don't even wanna know by who," he snapped. "Just shut up about it and do it and get it over with, okay? ... Who'd you see that you w- want it with?"
Tannsy choked back a giggle and leaped to her feet. "Hey, everybody," she shouted, "stop a minute, would you? I want to get in on this, too."
"Well, shit, girl, grab a man."
"No, I can't do it that way. This is my first swap, remember? I want to do it but I don't want to know who with until after. There's just exactly one girl for every guy here, right? How 'bout let's turn the lights out and everybody scramble around and grab somebody in the dark and do it and then get apart and turn the lights on and try to guess who we had it with, okay?"
"Hey-y, leave it to our miniature superbrain to come up with something as beautiful as that."
"Kinkiest thing I ever heard of, fucking somebody and not knowing who!"
"Hey, Tannsy? How we supposed to know when everybody's done? To turn the lights back on?"
"Unh-h." Tannsy turned to Clark. "You got any ideas on that, Superbrain Senior? --Hey. Up there. Isn't that a timer up there? How 'bout we set it for twenty minutes or something and everybody stops when it rings?"
"Twen-ty min-utes!!"
"Okay, thirty, then. Or do we want it a full hour?"
"Jeez-zus, Tannsy, who have you been doing it with that can go tha-at long??"
"..... Jerry Shipley can, can't he? Okay, thirty minutes then, right? That should make everybody happy, shouldn't it?"
"Only if I get Fletcher," Virginia Compton shouted.
"Which one, hey, baby?"
Tannsy scrambled onto the couch to reach the timer. She handed it to Clark, but in a way that he had to come around the head of the couch to get it.
"Okay, you saints, start marching," Tannsy cried, and bounced across the couch for the light switch. "Set the timer, Clarkie, and put it back on the shelf so everybody'll hear it."
In the sudden staggering darkness, Clark had taken no more than his first reluctant step to join the giggling idiot mob when a soft young body slammed into him. He caught the special scent even before he recognized the soft touch of her warm hands on his hips. He tried to push her away, but Tannsy clung to him, holding him in the dark corner out of circulation.
Jittery with her sneaked excitement, Tannsy teased the buttons open on Clark's sports shirt, teasing the soft mound of her cunt against his worried crotch. Clark could feel her face grinning as she stretched to kiss him and then Tannsy stepped back to open her own blouse and let the stiffening tips of her breasts graze tantalizingly across his chest.
"Thirty minutes we got, so relax," she whispered against his mouth. "Hey, you know something? This'll be the first time we ever did it in the dark, won't it?"
The cute sneakiness of just what the brilliant little shit had pulled on everybody suddenly got through and Clark's rebel mind joined in his little sister's beautiful trickery. His cock shot up between Tannsy's legs like a thumb released from a closed fist.
"Tha-at's better," Tannsy giggled, whispering. "Easier to get it in that way. You gonna take my pants off, you going to make me do it myself?"
"Pants!" Clark chuckled in his own happy whisper. "What you doing with pants on in the first place, you dum-dum. At a thing like this??"
"Well' I'll tell-l ya, hey baby, I didn't real-ly inten--"
Tannsy's whisper turned into a surprised squeak as Clark, on his knees slipping her panties over her hips, nudged the tip of his nose into her rapidly moistening cunt slit and teased it over her clitoris. She bucked her crotch at his face and then sank to the floor to let him get her panties down her legs and off her feet.
Between her eagerly parted legs, Clark was ready to ram his burning cock into her brain from her cunt. He bent forward, instead, and kissed her softly on the mouth. Then he gently kissed each of her erect-tipped breasts, her belly- button, and then the warm inside skin of each of her moist satin thighs. He slipped both hands under her soft behind and lifted, nearly standing his tiny sister on her head.
Though he couldn't see her glowing face in the darkness, Clark could in some strange way feel her intense green eyes burning up at him in sultry excitement as Tannsy flopped her legs loosely over his shoulders and 'let' him. He buried his face in her fresh clean cunt and the fragrance of the cunt he couldn't see for the first time ever was somehow super-accentuated by the pitch black darkness.
Already turned on high by the intimate aloneness of the same pitch black darkness, Tannsy's cunt twitched sharply with the first flick of her brother's tongue up the flooding cleft. Almost immediately, as his mouth began its gentle munching, her fingers touched his hips in their wordless signal that she was ready for fucking. Clark held her tightly instead, teasing her, sucking hard, wallowing his whole face in the luxuriant fragrance of her beautiful little cunt.
"No, honey, not all the way that way," Tannsy hissed sharply, struggling to get away. "Together! Let's give them this one together!"
Reluctantly, Clark started lowering Tannsy, letting the soft smooth cheeks of her bottom slide slowly down his chest, keeping his mouth on her cunt as far as his neck would bend. Tannsy caught the idea instantly and her both hands quickly pushed his rigid dick up against his belly. Clark felt her flinch a tiny bit as the blunt point of his cock slid tightly through the moist crack of her bottom and touched her asshole, and then there was that shimmering excitement of his own as the bulging head slid up the super- slippery slit and plocked solidly into the tight hole of her squishy cunt. By the time Tannsy's soft behind was resting on his slanted thighs, the full vibrating length of the cock was buried hair to hair in her boiling cunt with both of Tannsy's legs dropping to encircle his body and tugging like asking for even more.
Tannsy's fingernails tightened spastically into the skin of Clark's thighs. "Oh-h, man-n, honey," she moaned. "It's in there so dee-eep."
Using Clark's forearms for leverage, Tannsy braced her heels on the floor behind him and began moving herself up and down the ramp of his thighs, rotating sensuously side to side on the big curving axle so deep within her pulsating cunt. Her India rubber hips began tilting into an upside down version of her special straight-on-sucking fucking but she felt Clark's cock surge to super-hard too quickly. Sliding her hands up to Clark's shoulders, she wordlessly tugged at him to come forward atop her.
Going over the hump of her up-turned pelvis so solidly braced on his own thighs, Clark's giant cock scored into Tannsy to depths they had never before touched, his taut-drawn balls nesting like bird's eggs into the juice- drenched cup between her buttocks. Suddenly gone were the sounds of giggling and grunting, squishing and smacking from around the darkened room. Muscles deep within Tannsy, her lungs maybe, grappled spastically at the ballooning head of Clark's dick as he moved to pull back for a new thrust and they were alone in that private world of their own. A heavy moan gurgled deep in Tannsy's throat and Clark hunched to cover her eagerly searching mouth with his own.
As Clark hunched his body further to mouth her super-sensitive breasts, Tannsy's body arched into a straining, squealing, deep-rooted orgasm, her arms clamping low around Clark's sweating ass even as her breasts mashed into him up above, her legs locking around his waist. Her hips took on little grinding bumpings, then smoothed out into precise slithering rolling movements to match the long strokings of the big curved cock, and then into the short yelping bumps again, her legs shooting high and wide, her cunt sucking at the very core of his banana and squirting hot blithering sprays of juice around it with every screaming thrust.
"G-God," she wailed as yet another wrack of spasms tore her tiny body to bits, "I can't stop... com-ming-g!"
Furiously, Clark hammered his giant log down into the broiling slash the woman was hammering up at him. Clamping his arms to Tannsy's shoulders through her armpits, he dug at the slippery floor with his curling toes and stabbed at her wild cunt, low and gouging at the beginning of each stroke and ramming his cock deep and hard in great long looping strokes, lifting Tannsy's tiny ass from the floor with each plunging thrust and grinding his pelvis deep into the machine-mated hollow of hers. His cock burgeoned and let loose, sending more of the great thick charges of dynamite punching up the tube that was all but squeezed off by the straining muscles of the tiny cunt clamping around it.
Feeling the new floods of sizzling semen cudgeling deep in her cunt sheath, Tannsy went wild beneath him. Squalling hoarsely, she slashed her hips up to meet his every drive, her cunt snatching at his blasting cock clear up in the hair and sucking hard to the very end as she swiveled her hips downward with it. Never even slowing the pace, sneaky big brother and sneaky little sister, together scratched and clawed and fought to still a third set of dry pumping that tore the tender insides of both of them to shreds and Tannsy finally went dead beneath him.
"Oh God, no more," she whimpered, her head lashing weakly back and forth, her tiny body twisting in agony. "No mo-ore, honey, ple-e-eze stop, pl-e-eze, I can't ta-hake anymor-hor-hor-r-r."
Clark hadn't the strength to grin over this total victory that he couldn't crow aloud over. He collapsed atop Tannsy and then struggled to roll them to their sides to keep from smothering the helpless little body. As the roaring in his own ears subsides and he lay feeling his tiny sister's heaving chest come back to normal breathing, he had a spastic moment of wondering if she had squealed his name aloud during that violent little storm. Then with a start that sent Tannsy's hand darting to his face to see if he was okay, he realized he didn't really care all that much. He would be superproud to let it be known that this wild little hellcat was his woman if it could be accepted in some way--not dirty like Tommie and Carmella Reiner.
When the timer pinged and everybody had scattered and Clark himself had made the wild dash to the light switch, Tannsy was lying in front of the couch, sexily disheveled and looking as thoroughly fucked as she truly had been. Her blouse just barely covered the nipples of her perky little breasts. Her miniskirt was way up her tummy and completely exposing one soft smooth hip with a huge splotch of drying come on one thigh but her neat little golden- auburn cunt patch was just barely, tantalizingly, out of sight. Clark suppressed an outright chuckle as he noticed that both he and Tannsy had forgotten to take the cute little pink pinch pacs from her tiny feet.
"Oh wow," Tannsy moaned, "I don't know who it was gave it to me so good but I su-ure got it."
Every male face in the room looked at every other male face and then each one came on with a smug, knowing, look as if it could have been nobody but himself who could have given it to tiny Tannsy good enough to make her look as sexy as all that.
"I sure as hell know who I-I got," Clark said, looking pointedly at Virginia Compton from the light switch clear over by the door. "Great again, hey, Gin?"
A puzzled look blanked Virginia's features. "If it was you who got me," she muttered skeptically, "you sure have changed a hell of a lot."
Cissie stared long and hard at Tannsy's sweat-bubbled but smugly contented face and then turned the same intent inspection to Clark's. She frowned dubiously for a moment and then, as Clark grinned brightly, tightened her mouth and rolled her eyes to high heaven.
Chapter IX
With a savage thrust of his arm, Clark threw his half-eaten hamburger at the trash can. Jerry Shipley's spoiled rich-brat face was supposed to be kidding while he exaggeratedly ogled Tannsy's breasts but the dirty old man drool was too obvious and he couldn't hide it all. Stupid idea letting Cissie talk him into the super-daring topless swim party for Tannsy's birthday in the first place, even if it was in their own back yard.
He threw a tight-lipped look Cissie's neat bare back still at the electronic barbecue grill with quiet little Pete Fleming, and threw himself into the water for three, then five, and then seven furious laps across the regulation Olympic-size swimming pool. Exhausting himself, he stayed in the pool, treading water, thinking about getting off by himself someplace away from the whole sex-mad mob of them. Tannsy didn't have to enjoy it all that much even if she hadn't been letting Jerry touch them.
A shadow fell across the water and two rows of female toes curled over the edge of the high diving board directly above him. The prominent cunt slit in the tight white bikini bottoms could be anybody's, but the exuberant thrust of that particular pair of bare, pear-shaped tits, hard and full and no sag against the background of bright blue sky, could belong to nobody but Virginia Compton.
Virginia posed her tits for everybody to admire for a moment, then bounced high on the board and arched into a beautifully perfect swan dive that emphasized the thrusting breasts all the way down to the water. She did a complete fishtail the instant the small dimple of surface water closed over her dive, her streaking body blundering like blindly into the front of Clark's legs. She crawled up his body hand over hand, a little careless, sometimes, where her hands might grip.
"Hey-y, superstar!" she said, as if surprised at meeting him, of all people, in a swimming pool. She arched her breasts again but this time for Clark's private view almost against his chest.
"Hel-lo, mermaid," Clark said lightly, throwing another glare past her shoulder towards the table from which Tannsy and that son-of-a-bitch "best friend" of his had so suddenly disappeared.
Virginia snapped her head to follow Clark's face but she saw nobody she didn't know well enough to know she wasn't the one. She paddled herself up against Clark, subtly grazing her breast tips across his bare chest, looking up into his face with the sneaky-dirty little kid leer that had already begun to turn him off even before Tannsy. "I-I can still remember when touching you like that was enough to send you sneaking me off to the nearest dark corner, can't you-u?" Virginia said petulantly. An angry look flashed across her pretty face as she saw that coy-making wasn't cutting it, either. "You s-son- of-a-bitch," she hissed, viciously twisting one of the nipples on Clark's chest, "I throw myself at you like some common slut and you s-still turn me down. I wish to hell I knew who it was got you so pussy-whipped, I'd punch her out but good."
Small Tannsy was suddenly there beside them. And then like in between them. Holding to Clark's shoulders with both hands with her toes gripping firmly on this thighs, she humped her firm little fanny like by accident into Virginia Compton's gut. Virginia came on with an unladylike "Oomph!"
"Oh-h, Gin-n, I'm so-o sorry," Tannsy said, sweet contrition cutting off her girlish, squealing laughter.
Virginia glared at her and then turned the glare back to Clark. She turned in a sudden huff and swam away.
"Whew!" Tannsy grinned in an intimate whisper. "Thought I'd lost you that time."
"Aah, she's all right, honey. She just doesn't know how to stop trying on something she can't have."
"..... Okay. Hey, how 'bout my special birthday present."
"Right now??" Clark pointedly rolled his eyes around the howling mob in the pool.
"Well-l, I hadn't especially thought about doing it right out here in front of them or anything, but if we don't go in pretty soon-n, you just might ha-ave to."
Tannsy's eyes grinned at Clark's sudden sneaky glance to see if anybody was near them. "We do have to get an early start today, you know," she went on. "After all, you have to do it to me seventeen--no, we have to do it eighteen times, don't we. One for each year and once to grow on?"
"G-get outa here, you dumb little shit," Clark laughed.
"Hey-y, glad you see it my way at last. Three minutes head start be enough, you think?" With a saucy little grab at Clark's middle, Tannsy pushed away from him. "Come to think of it, maybe you'd better stay in the water a little longer than that, hey," she sniffed over her shoulder. "You let all tha-at hang out, you in a heap a'trouble around here."
Intensely irritated when he couldn't find Cissie to take his place in hosting Tannsy's party, Clark cut out anyway. He eased himself through the well-oiled door of the garage apartment, holding the lock knob to ease the bolt into place instead of letting it snap, in case anybody should be in any of the cars in the garage.
Tannsy had already tossed aside her green bikini bottom. She was lying on the bed with her head turned sideways watching Wide World of Sports, her proud young breasts swelling toward the ceiling like two exact halves of the same white velvet grapefruit. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed, comfortably spread. The soft shiny golden-auburn honey curls centering the white triangle of skin above her sturdy brown legs gleamed like a welcome mat, the superwhite little cavity below her cunt waiting like Allstate's cupped hands to cuddle his nuts.
Clark nudged Tannsy's legs apart, grinning widely as her jerk of surprise attested to his success in silence. Instead of slipping his hardrock cock into her tiny pink cunt, he slid it down along the moist cleft of her behind and laid forward atop Tannsy, wriggling his own ass a little to spread the lobes of her cunt and let the base of his cock touch her clitoris.
"Oh yes, honey, that's go-od," Tannsy murmured, slipping her arms around him. "I wasn't wanting to do it as much as I wanted to be do-ing it with you. Does that make sense? Like it was real great being at the party but even better to come home and he alone together?"
"Makes beautiful sense."
"Good. let's just lay like this a while then, okay?"
"N-n--if we're going to lay like this you'd better let me get on the bottom so I don't squash you too long."
"I l-like feeling you squashing me, you big dummy. Why do you still always think I'm too small for something?"
"Hey-y, I don't think you're too small for anything anymore. It's just I like to feel you on top of me-e once in a while, too."
"Oh-h, well in that case." Tannsy grinned, nudging Clark to roll. Almost immediately after her warm legs closed on his long prong she began fidgeting. "It's not the same," she fretted. "When I-I'm on top it has to be in-n."
"The end of it does feel kinda cold out there behind you."
Tannsy hunched her behind high enough to capture Big Pee-pee between their bellies and then inched up Clark's body until the end of his dick just started to edge over her pelvic ridge. She tilted herself back, then, and captured it with the dimple of her cunt, wriggling her hips until the big knob popped in. She sniffed her smug little grin of triumph and wormed backwards until their bellies met hair to hair. She slipped her arms through Clark's armpits and laid her cheek on his chest. And stayed that way for almost ten seconds before she again raised her face to her brother's.
"Hey, were you mad at me cutting Virginia out right in front of everybody like that?" she asked.
"N-no, of course not, honey, but Cissie's whole idea of the topless party was to get you turned on to somebody else in the first place."
"Oh, I knew that, you big dummy."
"Yeah, and I knew you'd know right off. I thought there for a while it had worked, though, you know?"
"With Jerry, you mean?? My God, honey, I figured everybody else would think I was turning on to him but I never thought you-u would believe it."
"Well... I suppose I'm supposed to be sorry it didn't work out but I'm not."
"Aw, honey, you're so goddam sweet sometimes." Tannsy kissed her brother. She giggled suddenly. "Kinda backfired on our super-sexy sister, though, didn't it. You see her cutting out with Pete after he was standing there watching her boobs jiggle all that time?"
"No-o, I wondered where she went. Pete!! Shit, Pete Fleming's never going to be able to satisfy her-r."
"No, but she likes to do it with him once in a while because he always wants her to so bad and never dares to say so. And I saw Virginia and Jerry sneaking upstairs when I was coming through the house, too, so they'll swap around. She'll be okay. --Am I being selfish if I say I'm glad?"
"'Course. So am I."
"I mean like it was nice us three together on her birthday like she wanted, but today I wanted it just you and me alone, you know?"
"For what?" Clark asked superinnocently.
"To f-fuck, you dumb shit. Hey, let's get in TV watching now, okay? All of a sudden it ain't in-n far enough. All that air between us?"
Clark released Tannsy with an indolent chuckle, both their stomachs tightening with the suction of his cock coming out of her cunt. The lazy husband, he lay and watched Tannsy's lithe little wife-body as she bustled around plonking and arranging pillows. Finished with her maneuverings, Superbrain Sister had her brother lying half on one hip with his back and neck twisted to one pillow to see the television screen. She was lying at right angles to him with her back propped against a second pillow and both legs over Clark's raised hip. Her warm behind was snugged firmly into his groin and Clark's super-stiff cock stabbed through the puffy lobes of her cunt as deep as it would go in her hot little body.
They were both half asleep when a super-cultured snicker flitted across the room from the kitchen doorway.
Clark and Tannsy came apart like a fragmentation bomb in a vacuum tank, his stiff cock coming out of her tight cunt with a thowk that resounded like a shotgun blast in the sudden dead silence. "Elaine!" Tannsy gasped. "Miz Compton."
"Yes-s," Mrs. Compton said in perfectly modulated tones, her cool eyes running Clark's cock from the black mat of wet coils in his crotch to the bulging red knob waving high on the end and glistening with his sister's slippery cunt juice. "What a beautiful arrangement for watching television."
Oh man, was Clark's first thought. There wouldn't be any raping of this one to get her involved. She'd love it.
Mrs. Compton's eyes flicked from Clark's suddenly dead cock to Tannsy's compact little body and then she walked-strolled--to the big rocker. Her tall willowy body moved with the same fluid grace Karen Somers' did when her mind was all sexed up and yet there was an odd clumsiness about her, too, as if her knees suddenly wouldn't hold her.
Tannsy scrambled to a sitting position on the edge of the bed beside her brother, together to take on the world.
"I wasn't really spying on you children," Mrs. Compton drawled. "I stopped for a word with my daughter and when I didn't find her at the swimming pool I fully expected to find her in here with you, Clark. You two really should learn to lock doors if you're going to engage in... such close family relationships.
Tannsy shot a look at Clark. "A-gain-n??" she wailed.
"I d-did!" Clark protested. "I stopped on purpose to lock it."
"You must surely have had your mind on something else, Clark. Understandably, of course. I knocked and, assuming you too busy to hear but being in rather a hurry, walked on in. And, goodness, with all those people out there on the lawn and everywhere, some of whom must surely be looking for places to hide by this time."
"The back door," Tannsy groaned. "We forgot the back door."
"I do have to admit you make a beautiful little couple, but I must also say I don't exactly know what to do in these particular circumstances."
Clark shot a startled glance at Mrs. Compton's face. She seemed cool and amused, still, but that cultured speech of hers always got super-cultured when she was beginning to turn on. Just before it always broke down completely to a sexy bawdiness that turned on everybody around her. The thought struck him, suddenly, that while Tannsy knew he was getting it while she was away, she had never actually seen him get it on with anybody. Maybe that's what it would take.
"Why do anything about it?" he said with a calm boldness he himself didn't believe. "Why not join us?" He felt Tannsy give a surprised start beside him and quickly nudged her with his knee to keep quiet.
"Oh, I couldn't, thank you, Clark. I... have tennis."
"Aw, you can play tennis any time. It's too hot to play tennis anyway." Clark tried not to hold his breath too obviously. He had never heard of Mrs. Compton doing it with anybody in front of witnesses. She was an absolute freak on protecting her husband's career. But her eyes did flick involuntarily over his naked body again. And then Tannsy's.
Elaine Compton was exactly the same age as his own beautiful mother, almost to the day, but, like his own beautiful mother, she kept her firm body firm and her gorgeous ass gorgeous by ritualistic exercise, not by rubberized thread.
Also like his own beautiful mother, Mrs. Compton could get away with wearing the abbreviated sports clothes their daughters wore. Even as Clark watched, she nervously uncrossed her beautiful suntanned legs to cross them the other way. Her short short tennis skirt belled up her smoothly muscled thighs, showing a flash of pastel green panties and a super-white sliver of creamy crotch meat he wasn't supposed to see way back there in the dusky shadows between her legs. He felt a stirring in his prick and it hadn't even been her cunt he had seen. Yes-s, this was one sexy sexpot outsider he could surely get it up for, even in front of Tannsy.
"It seems such an imposition. --You really want me to stay? It's no good if we're not all-l willing, you know."
"Of course I want you to stay--we want you to stay."
Mrs. Compton leaped from the chair, suddenly with it all the way. "Okay," she chirped, "but first let me lock that back door. I-I can't take your-r kind of chances."
"What the hell you doing!" Tannsy hissed as Mrs. Compton skipped happily from the room.
"We've got to get her into it just like we did Cissie, dummy. So she can't ever let it slip to Mother."
"She-e would never tell M-Mama!"
"Not on purpose, no, but we can't take the chance on her ever forgetting hersel--"
Mrs. Compton was back. But apprehensive again. "Clark," she said nervously, "I've never been involved in--I've never done anything other than with one male and one female. How does one... go about it with two girls and one boy?"
Oh hey-y! He had never meant for Tann-zie to get mixed up with another wom-man. "I-- didn't think of all three of us doing it," he stammered. "I just thought--you know, like watching TV for a while. Like you could lie here between us and watch TV for a while."
"Like a mother and her children, you mean," Mrs. Compton said, her eyes again involuntarily sweeping Tannsy's sweet young body.
"Hey-y, the day you're like anybody's mother...
"Well... I'm relieved we're not to have an orgy--I guess--but if I'm to be one of you, you'd both better stop it with the polite Missus Compton, don't you think? Let me be Elaine like one of you."
"Not unless you take your clothes off first and get naked like one of us," Clark said firmly.
"Oh my, you always were such a tease." Elaine grinned with him and her long slender fingers went instantly to the buttons of her expensively flimsy blouse. Clark's breath caught in his throat as she thrust her breasts forward in reaching behind herself for the catch on the net-type brassiere that hadn't hidden anything in the first place. The wrap-around tennis skirt was gone with nothing more than a snap and then Elaine offered a breath-taking sideways view of jiggling woman-cheeks as she stepped daintily out of her panties one leg at a time. Two quick dance-like steps that shook the light tennis shoes from her feet and one wild shake of her head that shook the sleekly coifed hairdo into a sexy silver-blonde mop, and Mrs. Compton was truly one of them. She stood for a moment, spreading her arms like a statue of love and thrusting her beautiful bold breasts forward, inviting the young people to look. The gentle swell of her stomach only emphasized the soft puffiness under the blonde muff of cunt hair that was maybe a bit darker than Virginia's but was certainly just as exciting. The secret smile in Elaine's eyes told how long she expected them just to lie and watch television.
Tannsy, too, was staring in fascination as Elaine's lush body came step by step into view. A muscle worked faintly in the side of her neck as she swallowed. Her eyes went back up to the big beautiful bobbling breasts and Clark felt her shoulders shrink as she tried to minimize her own hard young breasts that, at best, no matter how sharply she shook her shoulders, would do no more than quiver. Quickly he put his arm around her, possessively patting her opposite hip.
"Yes, honey," Elaine said with a strange gentleness Clark had never seen her use with anybody before, "you mustn't be ashamed of that pretty little body. It's almost identical to your mother's at seventeen and look how beautiful she is now." Her own breasts were already in full erection as she tumbled over Clark to nestle between him and Tannsy, folding her arms comfortably across her stomach.
With no time-wasting preliminaries, Clark rolled toward Elaine and slipped his hand automatically to one of her firm bold breasts. Across her body, he saw Tannsy's eyes glued in fascination as his thumb and fingers picked at the stiffened nipple, her own hand tightening spastically on her leg. Her hand moved suddenly, stopped, and then darted up to cup itself to the firm bold breast on her side of Elaine's body. Elaine sounded like somebody had rammed a hand down her throat.
Clark bent his head to Elaine's breast, rolling his hard hard prick against her soft soft hip, hooking his leg over hers to spread it and let his hand slide into her cunt. Tannsy's head bent to Elaine's other breast. Tannsy's leg hooked Elaine's while she scrubbed her own soft cunt on the other soft hip. Tannsy's tiny hand slipped down to join his in Elaine's cunt. Quickly her two fingers picked up the rhythm of Clark's two fingers as, together, they began fucking Elaine with a four-finger prick. In spite of his own numbing turn-on, Clark noticed Tannsy was no longer reluctant about anything.
Clark again bent his head to Elaine's breast, Tannsy's fragrant golden- auburn hair stirring sensuously in front of his face as her soft mouth continued to suck feverishly at the straining nipple of her side of the body. His thumb found the throb of Elaine's clitoris. It was almost as large as her daughter's. But so much more sensitive.
With the first touch of his thumb, a groaning gasp escaped from Elaine and her hips rolled wildly upwards. The jarring movement tore the fingers from her cunt. Elaine's own hands shot down to her middle, one to grab at each hand and stuff them back into her cunt, adding fingers of her own to the four-fingered prick. Her cunt blurted and blurted and blurted and finally Elaine flopped loose on the bed, a limp sack of the second sexiest woman he had ever known.
Clark shot a look of surprise at Elaine's sweat-drenched face and was even more surprised to see that it was all too real. Man-n, he had never heard of anybody cooling this one that fast. He almost lost his sanity completely as he noticed that Tannsy, too, had flopped to her back and one of her limp hands was still in her cunt.
Elaine came back with her usual rapid recovery rate. "My G-God," she whispered. She raised herself to one elbow, and it was Tannsy's soft mouth her searching lips went after. Her hand crept to Tannsy's hard young breasts, her agile fingers caressing the rioting little tips just as Tannsy's had caressed hers a few minutes earlier. Her body hunched to bring her head down to those hard young breasts, her big soft ass humping Clark and almost knocking him from the bed. Clark got up to sit in the rocker, his oakwood cock staring at the ceiling but he never noticing that minor detail as his eyes stared at two women making it together for the first time in his life.
Elaine's long tender fingers had already found Tannsy's writhing cunt but that cunt was too tiny to take all the fingers her cunt had taken. Her mouth had already left Tannsy's taut-swollen breasts to go caressing down her squirming little body. Barely touching into the golden-auburn powder puff at the top of Tannsy's legs, the silver-blonde head seemed to pause a bit as if both were hesitant about making this last, total, commitment. Then Tannsy's legs spread in an invitation she didn't even realize she was making and the silver-blonde head went darting on downwards. Elaine nibbled tentatively at the soft inside skin of Tannsy's trembling thighs for a moment and then worked up the final courage to nurse up into the widespread cunt.
Tannsy's body jerked like with a great huge cramp. Her hands tumbled blindly down to caress the head between her legs as she did when Clark's own face was down there. Then they drew back in total confusion when all they met with was a soft arm and shoulder that were in the way.
Impatient with her own awkwardness, Elaine humped her long sleek body around until she was lying straight between Tannsy's widespread legs. Impatient again when she found she had to bend her neck so excessively, she suddenly pulled away from Tannsy completely, rising to her knees and grabbing at both of Tannsy's ankles. Tugging the tiny body around with her like a mama cat, she scuttled to the edge of the bed. Dropping to her knees on the floor, she again buried her face in Tannsy's cunt, this time from a position where she could easily run her hands up the glowing skin of Tannsy's smooth hips and still mouth at everything between the flailing thighs.
Tannsy's breath was coming on in long deep voluptuous swells like when she was getting some good fucking. Her head twisted loosely back and forth on the bed. The sexily mussed golden-auburn tangle stopped right in the middle of a lash all of a sudden and the flushed little face snapped back towards Clark, the green saucer eyes popping completely open and zeroing in on Clark's mammoth wooden cock. Visibly gathering all the muscles in her tiny body, she did a sudden backwards somersault, pulling her satin slippery hips out of Elaine's unsuspecting grip, the afternoon sunlight flashing for an instant of lustrous silver-tipped beauty on her golden-auburn cunt cover.
Elaine was left kneeling in a momentary tableau with parted but empty arms and a blank look of surprise on her juice shiny face. "Let me finish," she wailed. "I almost had it."
"After, you can," Tannsy promised over her shoulder. "Let me do it with Clarkie first, okay? You and me both had one and he didn't and look at him, he's miserable. Besides, it'll really flip him out to do it to me in front of somebody outside--"
Again there was that sudden hush in the room as after the first jarring discovery as Tannsy tried to swallow her booboo.
"..... Why you horny little bastard, Clark," Elaine finally said. "I should have known that if you were making it with one of your sexy little sisters you'd be getting into the other as well. Tannsy, it does appear that we have again shocked the spine out of that sensitive creature in Clark's middle. I'll have to suck it up for you before you can fuck him."
"Hey-y, n-no!" Tannsy cried, grabbing Elaine's arm and darting ahead of her. "We don't let anyone do tha-at around here but me-e, hey, Clarkie?"
She dropped to her knees between Clark's legs, flashing her sniffy little smile up to his face. By the time she got her head bent, his cock was already in straining full bloom for her. Tannsy took it tenderly into her mouth anyway.
She teased around the head of it a little, working some spit down the shaft so there would be no uncomfortable friction. Her huge green eyes glinting the knowing smile up to her brother's face, Tannsy began working her own face in neck-wobbling circles, holding just the head in her mouth. Then she started down, gradually tucking her head back into the little sword swallower's trick she had taught herself. Her hands slipping under the cheeks of her brother's ass for leverage, her mouth went down and down and down on the big spit-wetted cock, looking like she would never stop and stopping only when the huge curving pole was completely buried in her throat. Her green eyes again twinkling her precocious grin, she tilted her face sideways so Elaine could see her lips nipping at the hairs around the base of Clark's huge cock and her cool little nose touching his lower stomach.
"My w-word, Tannsy!" Elaine gasped. "How in the w-world do you ever do that!!"
"Lots of practice," Tannsy grinned, then quickly glopped her mouth onto her brother's prick again before Elaine should want to try it.
Elaine couldn't stand being left out of it. With her own sudden grin, she stepped behind Tannsy to squat lewdly over her rear end. Thrusting her hands to Tannsy's hard young breasts below, she teased her blonde patch of crisp tickly cunt hair into the crease of Tannsy's soft round ass.
The very dirtiness of what she had intended as an erotic joke turned Elaine's ultra-refined lady face lust-ugly. Sliding back to hold Tannsy's hips with both hands, she began bucking her hips, grinding her cunt like crazy into the cleft of Tannsy's warm buttocks, working down to Tannsy's asshole and then down as close to Tannsy's cunt as she could get her own cunt.
Nasty-dirty as it was, it turned Tannsy way on, too. And Clark. Tannsy lifted her head from Clark's rod but only long enough to pull his legs together and straddle them backwards. Elaine darted her head in, trying to get her mouth onto Tannsy's cunt even while Clark's huge swollen staff was stuffing it so fully. Both her hands flew to Tannsy's hips and, Tannsy fighting her every inch of the way, she finally succeeded in lifting the tiny body completely clear of the brother's raging dick.
"Wait, honey," she cried. "Wait, now." Reaching to her own super- saturated cunt, she scooped out a fingertip full of juice and smeared it on Tannsy's behind. "This won't hurt if you'll completely relax," she gargled, her trembling hands pulling Tannsy's hips forward. Squatting lower to tilt her head and watch, she placed Tannsy's asshole on the point of Clark's cock straining head high between her trembling legs, bunting it too carefully.
"'T's okay," Tannsy choked. "I know-w how, Elaine! Clarkie and me do it this way a 1-lot!"
Impatiently Tannsy twisted her hips in Elaine's grip, wriggling violently until the head of Clark's dick had plocked into her pinch-bag asshole. Then she surrendered and let Elaine help her, Elaine's both hands working her hips carefully downward until the cheeks of her bottom were resting solidly in Clark's sweating belly.
Already high on the long teasing build-up and scoured now by a torpid man-cock in her tight ass, crisp pubic hair torturing the tingling globes of the cheeks, two hot hands mashing her swollen breasts, and a girl face working deep in her boiling, bubbling cunt, Tannsy started over the hill almost at once. Her hips humped forward in an underslung grind to meet Elaine's face only to be brought up short by the mass of Clark's bone cock pegging her so solidly by the ass.
Elaine came forward on each attempted surging, driving the point of her chin deep into Tannsy's drenched slit, spinning her tongue on Tannsy's clitoris, wantonly driving her nose down to force open the cunt lips and suck at the mouth of Tannsy's tight-stretched vagina. Revolving her whole face in luxurious debauchery, she sucked at the hole and then scourged back up to start the whole routine all over again.
Tannsy's tiny body stiffened back against Clark's chest, her breasts arching wildly into his cupping hands. Her little ass humped up and down on the brother's spindle like a weaver's loom gone out of control, her cunt bucked like a nut tree shaker at the guest's sucking mouth. Echoing a moaning wail from deep in her throat, a long, blurting pent-up load burst from her straining loins, Tannsy's tummy convulsing under the strain, her feet rising high from the floor. Her hips rolled violently around Clark's monster cock. Audibly hissing spurts of juice boiled out of her cunt like a rapid-fire repeating rifle. Elaine sucked and sucked, not bothering to try to swallow it all because she could never work any voluntary muscles anywhere near as fast as Tannsy's automatic inside pump was working.
Noisily sucking at Tannsy's cunt, and even Clark's balls as she moved, Elaine twisted her own body over Clark's instep to scrub her cunt viciously on his ankle in wild rhythm with every squirt she sucked out of Tannsy's cunt. Gradually she worked backward until her cunt dented in to, then twisted sideways to close over, Clark's row of toes. She came, flooding his foot so copiously, gorging so heavily, it seemed as though she must go on next to take the whole foot into her blubbering cunt.
Everything died in little jerks and tremors. Never really knowing whether or not Tannsy had finished hers, Elaine fell backwards, her arms flopping weakly out on the rug. Her sweating thighs still clamped tightly to Clark's leg, her cunt beating like a live heart against the ball of his foot, her eyes closed and she appeared instantly to be asleep.
"Too much," she moaned suddenly, her beautiful breasts billowing and collapsing, "you kids ...... . too much for me. Fu-uck each other. Go ahead and fu-uck each other. You're... too-o m-much..." Then she was completely still.
Tannsy lay limply in Clark's arms, her lips parted softly against the side of his neck. Muscles inside her ass pulsed softly around his cock as her cunt pulsed weakly in the wet warm cup of his protective hand.
"Happy Birthday, baby," Clark whispered when her misty green eyes flickered open. "How many does that count for?"
"Don't know, buster," Tannsy murmured, drowsily content, "but you're not off duty 'til midnight so don't get away from me."
She smiled sleepily, stretched to kiss her brother's mouth and then went to sleep in his shoulder hollow, moving one leg to cuddle crosswise on his lap but never, never disturbing that great big beautiful hard dick buried so deep in her snug little ass.
Chapter X
. . . No night light in the garage?? No sounds of music coming from the pad, either, and no bar of light showing beneath the door when on his birthday Tannsy or Cissie, or more likely both, would surely be waiting for him?
Clark stood for several seconds staring back into the blank darkness from the door of the apartment before it hit him that the little shits were probably pulling some kind of surprise party on him. Instantly unweary, he prodded his brain for some way to turn their surprise back on them. The steady hum of the clothes dryer from the laundry room across the garage came through to him and an idea convulsed his stomach in a suppressed chuckle.
His eyes were already accustomed to the darkness from three trips across the pitch black of the garage, but in the exaggerated silence of the pad, Clark allowed himself to blunder noisily into a kitchen chair, for good measure throwing in a couple of muttered curses. The apartment exploded into a sudden blare of lights, accompanied by a roar of laughter and a cacophony of mixed voices screaming "Hap-py Birth-day-y, Clark-Fletch-... cher??"
The noise blanked into an aching silence as if it had been lobbed off with a great huge sword. Everybody stood with gaping eyeballs and chest-level chins. Nobody could think of anything to say.
Nobody except brilliant Tannsy who burst into wild, pleased, laughter. "Well, it's his birthday, isn't it?" she screamed. "Why shouldn't he run around in his birthday suit if that's his bag?"
She sprang forward to press a happy Happy Birthday kiss on her brother's lips. Cheers and laughter from the six couples behind her and kisses from everybody--kisses from all the broads--and Clark swallowed some kind of lump in his throat. The sweet little brats had rounded up only the old gang. There was not one guest from any of their various colleges at his party.
"If he can, we can," Cissie slurred after her kiss, pressed as tightly as her sister's against Clark's nakedness.
Clark looked at her curiously. The little shit was half smacked already. Juiced up on Papa's private stock again by the looks of the bottles sitting on the kitchen table.
"Right on, baby." Tannsy was the first to tear her clothing off and drop it in the middle of the floor. "Anybody too chicken can't come in the pool with us."
Cissie's eyes followed every move of Tannsy's tiny body as it became progressively bared and then her own clothes followed. And like right now they had a topless and bottomless thing going and without even wasting the time to work up the nerve for it.
Unsophisticated erections were hastily shielded as everybody had to play follow the leader to those unpredictable damn Fletchers who always got something going so quickly even after so many months of not seeing one another. Bunches of pointy pouting breasts came into reluctant view and it was impossible to keep everybody's back to everybody else. Nobody dared even look directly at anyone else, much less go close to anyone else.
Again excepting Tannsy who, already beautifully nude and at ease in her beautiful nudity, was bringing Clark a glass of the heavily stiffed punch. She openly pressed herself against him for another happy face kiss.
The symbolism of the swimming party for the swimming star got lost someplace. The underlighted water gave up some pretty exciting, weirdly haloed silhouettes of shapely bare girl bodies but nobody but Clark seemed to notice. Everybody, quickly familiar with everybody else's nudity and dangling again more than sticking out anyplace, was crying to get back to the more intimate privacy of the apartment.
Safely in the pad, the wiseass cracks began to be heard, tentatively at first as at any mixed group thing even naked ones like this, then more boldly and funnier. The dares and challenges began to be thrown. Polaroids came out of hiding to take flashes of nudity, then of nude togetherness with various couples and then of nude couples doing super-daring things to each other.
"Hey, let's take a picture of birthday boy pretending to actually make it with one of the girls," Roger Boehm shouted. "For his special birthday present."
"One of his sisters," cried somebody else. "Be more kinky with--hey, both-th his sisters. Like a Sultan."
"Me," screamed Cissie's number one best friend, brave in her booze. "I'll really do it with him if he wants to and you can take all the pictures you want of the real thing."
The back of Tannsy's neck abruptly stiffened. She spun from the snack table where she had been fixing herself and Clark another pair of drinks. She stood for a moment, haughty and proud, a miniature Goddess Diana, her vibrant five feet two inches of soft bare woman more unintentionally provocative than any other naked body in the place.
Tannsy's warm little body was nude, the others were naked. Tannsy's hips were a bit more trim, the gentle parenthesis just a trifle more pronounced. The perfect straight line of her inner thighs topped with its vee of curled golden-auburn spun silk was ten times more exciting. Tannsy's flat tummy with its deep-set tummy button merged into a waist just that much narrower, her firm round breasts, contrasting more breath-takingly with the pouting rosy-brown nipples, jutted more proudly from the natural arrogance of her habitual straight-shouldered, chin-high stance.
Hers was the only body Clark couldn't tear his eyes from over Virginia Compton's soft naked shoulder.
Placing the drinks carefully on the snack table, Tannsy wove her way to Virginia and Clark, undulating her super-graceful eighteen year old body in twice exaggerated hip swingings. In spite of the bright smile on her innocent pixie face, there was a look in her slightly narrowed green eyes that promised a wild wild excitement of some kind or other. She humped her rounded hip against Virginia's, glaring from her smile, moving naked Virginia aside whether or not naked Virginia wanted to go.
"Shee-it, gur-rul," she crawled contemptuously, directing her words to Virginia but looking straight into Clark's face, "this cat needs a woom-mun to do a job like that, not an inexperienced gur-rul."
Clark swallowed. Frantically he gave Tannsy their squint-eyed "no go" signal. Tannsy ignored the signal, dropping her eyes to his dangling dogie.
"Why hail-l-l," she cried in astonishment, "we gotta git thet li'l ol' sumbitch up-p 'fore we c'n git it e~in, don't we, 'n thet theah li'l ol' job hoppens t'be mah spaish-ul-tee, don' it, lov-vah."
Everybody cut loose in nervous laughter at Tannsy's cute little Southern Belle skit. Clark openly shook his head, holding Tannsy back from himself. She brushed his hands from her arms, lazily one at a time, looking straight up into his face, her limpid green eyes begging, "Please let me show her. Once and for all, honey, please let me show her."
Clark lost and Tannsy knew it. Whether or not he had never thought of things going this far, it was his own dumb joke that had started it all. Whether he let Tannsy show them or not, the word was out whether they all realized it yet or not. With her precocious wrinkled nose sniff, Tannsy melted to her knees in front of him.
The crowd shouted in encouraging laughter, admiring the daring little nut of the neighborhood. Six mammoth unthinking erections erupted into full bloom like pressing one instant on button.
"Places every-wan," Jerry Shipley the wag called, framing his eyes like a movie director. "Pornie cam-rahs! Akshun!!" He, too, could have used his cock for a director's wand.
Tannsy picked Clark's hanging pleasure purse from between his legs and the laughter husked into one long communal gasp as the guys and gals saw a F- Fletcher sister actually--really--touch her own brother's sex equipment.
Tannsy held the dusky-white wienie flat on the palm of her hand, grandly waving her other hand and moving her body to allow everybody to see and admire. Holding Clark's cock in dainty thumb and fingertip, flourishing it, she flexed her neck muscles, stretched her mouth muscles wide and exaggeratedly, and pooped out her cheeks. She darted her pink tongue in rapid little thrusts in and out of her moist red lips and then flexed all the muscles all over again like a concert pianist preparing for the command performance.
She skinned the foreskin back on the unwilling cock, looked in awed, wondering, curiosity at this strange-looking prey, and crouched like a growling little tiger cat. She pounced with a ferocious snarl to gobble the whole flaccid head into her mouth in one massive snorting bite. Heedless to anyone but Clark, Tannsy raised her twinkling green eyes to his with his unswollen cock pouting her sweet little face and gave one sudden, violent, suck, collapsing her cheeks tight around the diminutive length of it. Her eyes and the corners of her mouth quirked into her sly grin as she felt Clark's body lurch and the cheeks of his ass clap together.
"You don't like that, birthday boy-y??" she drawled in superamazed disbelief.
In spite of himself, the son-of-a-bitch began to fill in Tannsy's teasing milkmaid fingers. And then to stiffen and stretch more rapidly than ever it had before in his entire life. Tannsy teased at it, just the head in her warm mouth and milking it with her hand, until it was finally and undoubtedly her favorite rigid straining toy.
Tannsy held it triumphantly out in front of Clark for the guests to see, grandly swooping her tiny hand from under it to show how the big thing would stand out there by itself. "See, Virginia," she said sweetly. "All it takes is a little tender loving care. Of course all you girls must realize this is only normal hard. Just before he goes off in you it gets like hu-uge. Watch."
Tannsy dropped to her knees before Clark again, tweaking Big Peepee on the nose and then taking the monster staff into both superwarm fists. She pulled the foreskin hard back, squeezing with both hands to make a shiny red- purple plum on the end to flaunt at the girl guests. She leaned forward to touch the tip of her wet pink tongue to the little lips on the end of the throbbing prong, then thrust her tongue full out, slopping lots of spit around on the shiny red plum, making it that much more shiny and ferocious looking.
Flashing her eyes up to Clark's, Tannsy crouched lower on her haunches. Clark knew exactly what the little shit was planning to do next and there wasn't a damned thing he could do to stop her, not even plead the no go signal.
Tannsy sniffed another of her smiles and pulled the foreskin forward to cover as much of the knob of Clark's cock as it would stretch over. She wet her lips with her tongue and applied her mouth again, this time with her vivid red lips barely opened. She started in on Clark, letting the contour of the head of his dick force her lips apart, revolving her flushed face in gentle little circles as on top in bed she would be teasing her hips as she worked his cock into her tight cunt. With her little sword swallower trick, she suddenly tucked her head back and slammed home, sucking the whole entire rigid curving shaft down her throat.
To prove that she was no way faking, Tannsy held her arms straight out from her shoulders, shuffling her brother around in a full circle while moving her lips to the end of his staff and slowly back in to show her lips mashed into the hair at the root and her nose flattened on his lower stomach.
There was not a sound in the room. Not a camera flashed. Everybody's eyes were glued on baby sister. Not one person in the room could possibly think this was the first time little Tannsy had ever done that to her big brother.
"G-God!" somebody breathed.
Six stiff cocks strained into the gulping silence. Six pairs of nipples strained like individual little flagpoles stabbed into six pairs of passion swelled breasts. Virginia Compton took a stumbling step backwards to feel her bare hip graze against another nude body. Her eyes an unseeing glaze to everything except little sister squatting in front of the brother, her hand crept blindly out, grasping the first stiff shortarm it came into contact with, not even knowing whose prick she was fondling and not caring. She was lucky, Clark thought, that it was a cock her hand first met; she would have grabbed just as spastically at the bulging lips of any hot cunt she might have happened to touch.
Arrogantly defensive of his impetuous brat sister, Clark stood and stroked gently behind Tannsy's ears in the way she especially liked it whenever she was working his cock over with her self-educated mouth. He watched the lust-ugly faces grouped around himself and Tannsy, all of them slack-mouthed and breathing in erratic puffs of breath. Some of the faces showed yearning envy, some unconstrained excitement. Some faces showed jealousy of Tannsy or of himself, and some exhilarated horror.
He blew irritated at the phony horror-stricken faces and right then decided that if his sister was gutsy enough to demonstrate this special love of hers, he could do no less. The two of them together as she had always wanted it. As they had always been.
A spot of renewed worry over his brat's reputation dissipated quickly. Nobody here would ever breathe a hint about his sweet little sister making it with her own brother. In addition to every bastard in the place willing to give his two left nuts for the chance of making it just once with this perfect little woman regardless of what her hang-ups might be, there was not a family represented at the party whose livelihoods did not depend directly on his father's or mother's political connections.
"You ready, baby?" he whispered down to Tannsy.
"For anything you want," Tannsy returned between ostentatiously lascivious thrusts of her mouth onto his rod. "What... did you have... in mind?"
"I dunno. Let's just give these phony meatheads a real show of some kind. Something new."
"What..."
"Stand up here and talk to me. You're not about to lose that thing now."
Tannsy obediently stood erect but instantly raised to her tippy-toes to wrap Clark's rocker arm between her warm thighs while she pressed her warm tummy to his.... Exactly, Clark noticed, the way sister Cissie was holding her boyfriend's yard. Tannsy's crotch was already like flooded.
"What new?" Tannsy asked. "There's nothing we haven't done, now, is there? You and me?"
"There sure is," Clark said with a sudden inspiration straight from the Olympics preliminaries he and Tannsy had been studying on film at the Club. "You get a chance to practice your gymnastics."
"Hey-y, great think-king, baby." Tannsy laughed, kissing a quick, excited kiss at Clark's mouth. "Let me go first, okay? I've already got an idea."
Tannsy twisted in Clark's arms, moving his hands to her hips. She spread her own arms to their audience, thrusting her throbbing breasts outward, the nipples extending under the twelve gulping gazes. Tannsy bent her lithe body double in front of her brother, then, holding her legs perfectly straight, momentarily wrapping her arms around her ankles like in her preliminary loosening up exercises. Her flushed face grinning up at him from between her own two legs, Tannsy reached both hands behind her bottom and grasped at Clark's rigid cock.
Clark's eyes followed her nimble fingers as if hypnotized as Tannsy spread the reddening lips of her juice-flowing cunt, so prominently stuck out back there and so flatly wide open. Tannsy fed the bulging head of his cock into her wide open cunt and swayed back against him, letting the big round cylinder slide through ten encircling fingers one at a time.
"Okay," she whispered when the warm cheeks of her behind were pressed firmly into Clark's belly. "Now you."
Clark put his hands on Tannsy's hips and Tannsy let her upper body hang loose, arms dangling. Clark used her like a big rag doll, pushing her forward and bringing her back, fucking her limp body back and forth on his big stiff dick, holding his pelvis forward and turning Tannsy in a full circle as she had done so everybody could see everything.
A smothered giggle sounded from below him suddenly, and Tannsy reached up to tease feathery fingertips across his balls hanging in their crinkly red-brown bag directly above her face.
"Jeez-zus, honey," Clark gasped. "Don't do th-that or we won't have any show to give them."
Tannsy laughed happily and started to straighten her body erect. The unbending lever of Clark's cock anchored so solidly at the mouth of her tight cunt wedged at too sharp an angle way up there in her tummy someplace and a grimace of pain flashed across her face. Carefully, she pulled her cunt completely off her brother's log before standing up to wrap herself once more into his arms.
"What now?" she whispered.
"Whatever. Start something and I'll go with you on it."
Tannsy grinned, pecking him another kiss. "If it was all that good for you we've got to remember to try it when we have more time, hey? You ready?"
Pulling the Jolly Clean Giant up between their tight bellies with both superwarm hands as she sank down Clark's body, Tannsy groveled it sensuously along the moistness of her velvet skin, then between her firm, riot-tipped mounds of special girl excitements and then through the soft red lips of her special little vacuum tank. She sucked his cock head deep and began settling backwards, pulling Clark with her, never letting his mastiff escape her hungry mouth.
Clark followed along with her, gritting his teeth against Tannsy's tiny warm hands trailing feather-like up the backs of his legs as he straddled her graceful body with gradually bending legs and then with his knees. His cock gradually sank deeper and deeper into the moist superheat of her tight lips, her hot mouth, and her rollicking throat until, when Tannsy was lying flat on the floor on double-under legs, the hair at the base of the mammoth shaft was again tickling over her nose and chin.
His mind breaking loose at last, Clark looked down his body and grinned. He sat back on his sister's soft shoulders, feeling the upper slopes of her hard young breasts warm against the cheeks of his ass. He began a gentle rocking of his hips, fucking the big cock in and out of her pouting mouth. The corners of Tannsy's lips quirked in an answering grin and her laughing green eyes took on the sparkle of half-excitement, half-amusement Clark loved. For a moment they were alone together trying some kinky new trick. A just audible moaning groan as if a climax had been reached sounded somewhere in the room, reminding them both they had an audience.
Clark fell forward over Tannsy's head and began to turn his body, twisting his log in Tannsy's mouth in slow, careful moves. Though it was awkward to move in that fashion, he deliberately spread his thighs to show his taut-stretched bag of balls teasing across Tannsy's chin, her flushed cheek, resting finally on the bridge of her nose. He stretched out, kissing, along Tannsy's soft upper legs, thinking even now how good she smelled all over her fragrant body. Resting his weight on his elbows with his hands cupping the cheeks of her bottom, he nuzzled his mouth into Tannsy's gaping snatch to do a mutual pump job as only he and his special sister could do one.
Patting Tannsy gently on the fanny before either of them came too close, Clark began slowly and teasingly to raise his hips, spreading his legs wide to show the girl guests a rearward view of his long wetted staff coming hair by hair out of Tannsy's mouth. Slowly and teasingly, his mouth never leaving his woman's cunt, he hunched his body around until he was lying between her legs. He reached from her sides to caress her super-protruding breasts, facing the crowd so they could damn well see what his lips, his gleaming white teeth and his darting tongue were doing in his sister's wide open cunt which was still thrust high from her doubled-under legs.
Tannsy tipped her head back to throw a cocky upside down grin to their enraptured audience.
Clark wanted nothing more than to raise his own hips and ram his raging Goliath into the broiling slash and clear through the top of Tannsy's golden- auburn head but that was what everybody would expect any ordinary guy to do with any ordinary girl. He put one hand under each cheek of Tannsy's soft bottom and lifted instead, bringing her up with himself as he rose from the floor, still wallowing deep in her cunt when Tannsy was braced on the top of her head.
In absolute luxurious groveling that was no way toying any longer, Clark tongued the hair on Tannsy's cunt, adding lots of spit to her own richly flowing juices and parting the golden fluff as neatly as he would part the hair on his head. He ran his hands up the tanned perfection of Tannsy's voluptuous legs, sucking loudly smacking kisses up the insides of each, and stood fully erect. One hand firmly gripping each of her ankles, he stood against Tannsy's soft ass, closing her legs on the length of his throbbing behemoth and letting the bald shiny red dome poke through between her golden satin thighs like it was her prick instead of his.
Clark tilted Tannsy's body forward then, spreading her legs wide so every son-of-a-bitch there--and every bitch, too--could see and drool over the juicy swollen lobes pulsing gently along each side of the silk-framed shining slit. With a flourish equal in grandeur to his sister's, he exchanged hands on her ankles and spun her to face himself.
Very carefully now because he didn't know whether or not the reverse curve of his unyielding stiff cock would hurt her, Clark put the blunt end to the sweltering lips of Tannsy's tiny cunt and nudged. The head slipped in with an audible squish that made everybody in the place jerk his or her breath as in one great pair of lungs. Clark let them see Tannsy's red-glowing cunt swallowing his big cock inch by slow sliding inch, slanting her body slightly to his own as he slid it in and leaning into hers by about the same amount.
Finally mashed black hair to shiny golden-auburn spun silk, Clark put his hands under the front of Tannsy's slim waist and lifted, holding her solidly on his axle, arching his back to maintain their balance. Tannsy's supple body rose into the most beautiful of arches in a perfect, stationary swan dive, her arms again spreading into the gesture of successful accomplishment.
"Taht-t ta tah-h!" she sang.
Tannsy's body jerked and she began coming in that instant. Clark could feel the deluge from her super-tight cunt squishing out from the stretched lips in steady percolating surges. Her whole body came on quivering even as she stretched out in front of him.
The tickly warm streams creeping down over his balls and down the hair on the insides of his legs drove Clark absolutely mad and he wished to hell they were alone so his baby could let loose that tremendous wonderful ocean of feeling that must be boiling within her tiny body. With an audience, there was that incredible self-control of hers. Tannsy would never allow herself to share with any outsider those special feelings that were exclusively hers and her special brother's. Except for the violent involuntary spasms of her thigh and stomach muscles which none of their guests could see, and her inside cunt muscles which Clark could damn well feel, nobody would know right now that Tannsy was feeling anything other than the thrill of putting on a good show.
Of course Clark couldn't see from this position, but he could plainly visualize Tannsy's fluorescent-like breasts, rounded, pointed, pride-filled, thrusting downward and outward from the arch of her chest. The nipples would be extended beyond belief from the extreme violence of this secret orgasm she would share with no one but him. The very sight, mental though it was, banished the spectators from his mind and pulled the trigger on the most violent orgasm Clark himself had ever experienced.
Gasping in his restricted throat as his burgeoning rod so suddenly began spurting the hot straining tons of semen into his sister's internally writhing body, Clark's legs weakened and he staggered. He went to his knees, falling forward, sobbing aloud and unable to control the sobbing, pistoning wildly into the tight back-spurting of Tannsy's slurching cunt. The upside- down cunt lobes, squeezed ever tighter by the firm cheeks of Tannsy's strong young ass humping up backwards with every deep thrust to make it better for him, gripped and released in a wild rhythm that matched the pulsing beat of his cock, the firm gripping cheeks of that strong young ass giving way to nothing but that relentless cock driving between them.
Clark lay covering Tannsy then, crying inside that he hadn't been able to keep their special pleasure as private as she had. The mechanics of the show to prove he was her man were one thing but that beautiful perfection between them was theirs, not to be shared with ordinary people.
When he became aware of anything else, Clark felt even worse.
Three of the naked guest couples had dropped into a daisy chain of white and tanned bodies, each guy on his back, each girl on flexible knees, her body pumping like an oil derrick. Down with her head to engorge the stiff cock in her mouth; up with her front end and down with her ass to scrounge her cunt on the uptilted mouth of the guy next behind her, and on around the circle, all six surging to each other in almost perfect waves of motion as if they were performing a ballet to some symphony orchestra in the background. The precisely timed writhings, twistings, and surgings of those white asses and dark and darker cunt patches told as bluntly plain as Tannsy's first action on her man's cock that this was no way the first time those three couples had worked together.
Carmella Reiner was laid out with her ass boosted high over the arm of the swivel rocker, her legs spread apart and dangling loosely from the knees, her eyes vapidly taking in the whole scene. Tommie Reiner stood between Carmella's legs, lacklusterly moving his stick in and out of his sister's...
Clark squinted a closer look at the Reiners. Carmella's pink cunt was spread wide open but it was an unbroken tight-stretched slit. Fruitlessly trying to fill some weird need to outdo the Fletchers, it was Carmie's asshole her brother was running his cock in and out of. And it was obviously as boring as her super-tight cunt or her passive dead mouth and nobody was paying them any attention, including themselves. Even as he was banging his sister in the ass, the sister was idly tweaking her own clitoris and Tommie's eyes were longingly following every writhing move of Cissie and Big Roger, making out like crazy almost at his very feet.
Cissie was worth watching. Her lush body was humping around the massive length of Roger's huge pole of cock like some hyperactive caterpillar; legs, hips, tummy, and tits, legs, hips, tummy, and tits. Roger's face tightened in ecstatic pain even as Clark watched. He reared back and began jack-hammering what must have been a fifty-pound load into Cissie's writhing cunt. He went dead and collapsed gasping on top of her with Cissie still humping beneath him, straining for more.
Cissie pushed Roger from her body and looked around for a moment surprised at all the action going on. She saw the Reiners above her head, his long skinny dong sliding in and out of the tight hole below the disinterested pink cunt lobes. A puzzled expression coming over her flushed face as it had Clark's earlier, she scrambled to her feet to see better. A slight look of distaste coming over her face, she pulled Tommie away from the sister
Tommie looked scared to death at being faced with so much woman but he swallowed hard and reached for Cissie. Ignoring his very existence, Cissie elbowed Tommie aside and thrust her already thumping hips between the sister's legs.
Carmella came to life with a surprised squeal of delight. She wrapped both arms around Cissie, crushing their two shapely bodies breast to breast and mouth to mouth, raising her legs ceilingward to bring her cunt up hard into Cissie's in a violent squushy smacking. With the abrupt move, the swivel rocker tipped, dumping both girls to the floor in a writhing tumble of arms, legs, tits, and asses.
The two girls came back together almost before the tumbling motions had stopped. Their bodies slithered end for end like a pair of hot-to-go boa constrictors and their faces slammed between each other's gaping white thighs.
As the girls began voraciously scrubbing their mouths at each other's slobbering cunts, moaning aloud with pleasure, Tannsy twisted a look over her shoulder. She and Clark exchanged grins, shaking their heads in wonder at this sex-mad sister they shared.
"Talents we never knew about, hey?" Clark whispered.
"Maybe I'd better switch to Stanford, too, hey?"
"Maybe you-u better stay right here driving back and forth to Davis every day with me-e, hey, baby."
Tannsy wrinkled her nose and twisted beneath her brother. She bent one leg up along her body and rolled, moving the leg between her body and his. She settled into a voluptuous little cushion beneath him without ever pulling his newly stiff cock from her tight warm cunt, on her back now with her arms cradling his ass and both much more comfortable for watching everything.
Virginia Compton had gotten her best and had collapsed spread-eagled on the rug but Jerry Shipley was still plugging at her dead body frantically trying to get his. His eyes caught Cissie and Carmella. Without a second thought, he pulled his stiff dick out of Virginia's squishy cunt, leaving a loud trailing sucking sound behind him and leaving selfish Virginia lying on her back, her legs wide open, her tangled muff sopping wet and smeared all over her cunt, the lobes of her cunt pulsing wearily straight out in public view.
Jerry scuttled across the floor on hands and knees. He rudely bumped aside Tommie Reiner who was indecisively contemplating the quivering white cheeks of Cissie's exciting ass, the crinkly brown ring of asshole dimpling in and pooping out with every writhing move as Cissie slushed lustily back and forth over his sister's face. Jerry raised his baton and with one huge lunge, jammed it to the hilt between the quivering white cheeks.
Cissie's back humped high in the middle and her ass rotated violently for a moment. Then Cissie, without even breaking the rhythm of her mouth on Carmie's cunt, reached one hand back to Jerry's hip, tacitly directing whoever it was with his cock stuck up her ass to be still on his knees while she herself carried the action.
"That one you-u taught her," Tannsy giggled, whispering.
"That one she taught herself, using me as the machine when she couldn't wait for her period to be over."
"God, don't remind me what you were doing to me while you were doing that to her that time. She's already got me turned on so high I can hardly stand it and I want to watch. G-God, honey, 1-look at her."
Cissie was squashing her flooding cunt hard across Carmella's greedily sucking mouth, grinding her asshole hard down on Jerry's director's wand. She moved her sinuous body forward until the knob on the end of Jerry's cock was stretching the rim of her asshole from her body. She came back on the gleaming pole, humping high and screwing the rounded, sweat-shiny cheeks of her quivering ass hard into Jerry's flat athletic stomach, wallowing her own face in Carmella's gushing cunt, Carmella an insane sex-broad now, pounding her cunt in heavy up and down jabbings against Cissie's face and pounding her face like a vulture in Cissie's cunt.
Tommie Reiner looked at Big Roger Boehm lying alone on the floor. His glance flashed to Cissie sucking away at his sister's cunt and then back to Roger. The indecision in his face turned suddenly to timidly determined resolve. Dropping to his knees, he picked the big floppy dog from Roger's hairy thighs and began working the sleeve up and down in the closed palm of his hand. Soft, Roger's cock was as big as any of the other guys in full bloom.
Roger made a motion as if to swat a bug away with the back of his hand, but then lay back with a shrug, putting his hands behind his head and letting Reiner have it.
Boehm's cock didn't come up fast enough, though Tommie's was now a raging, prancing, warhorse. Tommie abruptly bent his head and clumsily stuffed the limp mass as far into his mouth as he could get it.
He gloried sordidly in the mass swelling in his mouth for a moment but then, impatient again, and mindless to anyone else who might be present in the room, he straddled Roger's hips, squatting on his heels. Working around his own throbbing hard cock that was bobbing and straining out in front of himself, Tommie hunched down, trying with the fingerpads of both hands to stuff the half-hard mass of Roger's cock into his asshole, looking like he was trying to force a big pile of his own shit back into himself.
"Oh, y-yluck!" Tannsy cried, her whole body shuddering. She scrambled out from under Clark and went dashing across the room to tear Reiner away from her sister's favorite boy cock, yanking at him so viciously Reiner fell back on his haunches.
Tannsy stared like mesmerized at Roger's wet gargoyle of a cock that had fallen back on his hair covered stomach, exposing the huge hairy sac of balls. She dropped into a squat to peer more closely. Under her wide-eyed stare the limp wad of crumbly hamburger firmed itself and then began rising in rapid jerky pulsings to a huge curving stand of horsecock baloney. Involuntarily, it seemed, Tannsy reached to close a tiny inquiring hand on the massive roll of bone that was easily as big around as her own wrist, circling her fingers around the high rearing purple-red neck. The tips of her thumb and finger barely met beneath the girth of it.
As if remembering all of a sudden, Tannsy jerked her hand from Roger's cock, throwing an apologetic look at her brother, deeply shocked, herself, that she would want, even to touch any other cock but his.
Clark suppressed a sudden chuckle. He winked at Tannsy, giving her their "okay" grimace and shrug of shoulders.
Tannsy hesitated still, then flashed him a bright happy grin and rolled to her back, tugging Superdick Boehm over on top of herself. From between her raised legs, Clark saw the point of Boehm's enormous cock press against his tiny sister's wet-shiny pink cunt. Instead of opening to take it inside, the lips of Tannsy's cunt rolled in ahead of the massive dome, pulling golden- auburn hairs in with it. Tannsy squeaked, twisting her hips away. Roger tried clumsily to close in on her but his ponderous body was no least match for Tannsy's lithe quickness.
"W-Wait a minute, Clark-kie-Rog-ger," she barked sharply. "'Let me-e do it!"
Holding Boehm away with both hands on his bat until he quieted down and let her take over, Tannsy opened the mouth of her tiny cunt with thumb and finger of one hand and led the raging stallion up to it with the other. She rubbed the head up and down in her flooding slit until she had it completely lubricated with her own slippery cunt juice and then brought the dimple of her cunt to the point of the huge thing, squeezing the foreskin over the big knob as her own brother had taught her. She began rolling her hips in little grinding bumpings then, and the reddened lips of her cunt began slowly to spread... and spread and spread and spread.
The fist-size knob finally inside her cunt, Tannsy released a pent-up sigh and moved her hands to Boehm's hips. As her little ass resumed its slow grindings, the huge railroad-tie cock began slowly to disappear into the taut-stretched mustache of golden-auburn angel hair. A look of pure animal pleasure washed over Tannsy's innocent pixie face as she relaxed and began moving her sinuous body in slow, voluptuous ripples around the big twig.
Clark watched the beauty of his tiny sister's body, all but hidden from sight now under the huge hairy mass of the Royal Oak Country Club's ex-number two athlete. Sweet, sexy-wild little broad. Three beautiful years, almost, he'd had her to himself but, loving fucking as she did, it was inevitable that her insatiable curiosity would make her want to try it on with other cocks eventually.
Tannsy threw Clark a bright, happy grin from under Boehm's gigantic body and the great hollow sense of loss vanished. Shit, he wasn't losing her anymore than she was losing him by turning him loose to fuck anybody he wanted. They'd each be first favorites with the other for the rest of their lives, probably. Meanwhile he had a whole big bunch of broads to fuck right here in their pad.
Clark cast a glance to Virginia Compton's silver-blonde miracle. Even as it registered on him that the silver-blonde miracle was now nothing more than a soggy, matted, mess, he thought of Tannsy's unending aversion to that particular one and lost all desire he might have had for her.
His eyes caught the enviously long-winded Jerry Shipley still plugging like crazy into Cissie's white ass though her upper body had collapsed death- like into Carmella Reiner's flopped out legs.
Rolling quickly to his hands and knees, Clark scuttled rapidly across the carpet to touch Jerry's hip, motioning him to take Cissie to her side as he pushed the exhausted Carmella out of the way. Cissie awoke with a contented little grunt as he pushed his rigid cock into her black-maned cunt, sandwiching her lush body between himself and his best friend still fucking her in the ass.
Bobbi Denton walked by, searching for something new after defeating her man in the daisy chain. Clark twisted to his back and grabbed her ankle. Grinning widely, Bobbi sat on his chest and swiveled her curly black mat to his mouth. With her own two chocolate cream hands, she spread the lips of her cunt to let his tongue dart easily to the glistening purple meat inside.
As he flopped his arms out, Clark's hand fell on Carmella's soft hip. He pulled her closer and by feel ran the hand across the sweat-moistened globe of her ass to find her crotch and worked four bunched fingers into her cunt, pushing his thumb base-deep into her asshole. Carmella's leg cocked open directly in front of Cissie's face. Cissie hunched her neck to nuzzle at the stiffening clitoris above her brother's fingers.
