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~ ~ЈThat 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 aguin. 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 throa~ 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 magazines 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?9" '' "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 tec~ques to aticking a foot long cock into a gaping red cunt through the lattice work of a bedstead, and all in f~ living color. Mrs. Mccurg was at least twenty~ight 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 close 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.