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 goldenauburn 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. "Mm, 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 smartass?"
"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 goldenauburn 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.
"0-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-uyou know, like bad or something."
"I am n-not too 1-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 tightclinging 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, throbbingstiff 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 feelss-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 meor 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 nneed 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 backstrokes 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?"