… 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 FFletcher 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 redpurple 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 goldenauburn 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 upsidedown 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 goldenauburn 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 deathlike 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.