Cissie opened the door of the private gym at the first touch of Clark's knuckles.
"Man, I'm glad you guys came," she whispered. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't."
"I almost backed out, but Tannsy said she'd rather do it this way than to stop with us. let's don't be pushing her, though, hey."
"Hey-y, look who's here," Willie Cameron shouted. "We finally get to find out who little Superstar's been making it off with so sneaky-like all this time, hey? How 'bout saving me some after, Tann?"
"Fu-uck who she's been-n making it with," Donnie Donahue blustered. "How 'bout me being first, Tannsy? Like right now."
"God's sakes, you guys," Tannsy laughed. "Give a girl a minute to get used to things, can't you? This is my first orgy."
Seeing no other place to sit, Tannsy sank onto a large leather couch near the door, nervously pulling Clark down with her for protection. As her insatiable curiosity began to overcome her timidity, Clark began to relax with her.
He glanced around the small gym, his eyes immediately lighting on hot little Bobbi Denton, almost as tiny as Tannsy herself and almost as good to have his stiff cock spiked into. Reginald Theodore Calvin the Third's white ass was already pounding into Bobbi's undulating black middle. Bobbi's beautiful black thighs were clamped around Reggie's back, urging him on and in. Her flush-heated chocolate face, coming no higher than Reggie's chest, was already darting all over that hairy expanse, teasing, biting at tit nipples, nipping at hairs, sucking up violent little hickeys all over the place.
Clark's cock came up to a nice comfortable hard-on in his pants but he felt no particular raging desire to yank Reggie out of that circle of legs and insert himself in there as he once might have. Though he hadn't tasted it in his year with Tannsy, he could easily remember that hot little body melting to sweet chocolate pudding under his own and urging him on just like that. With a big wide grin, he remembered the acute embarrassment Bobbi had one time caused him among both swim teams. They'd been alone when he fucked her, of course, but when she came, she had clamped her beautiful white teeth onto his left tit and the only way he'd been able to get loose was by forcibly pulling his tit from between the sharp edges. The tit had gotten all raging red and swollen to twice its normal size and stayed that way for over a week. And that had happened during a biggie meet in Los Angeles with the hugest spectator attendance he could remember.
Looking back to Tannsy, Clark noticed her eyes on Jerry Shipley's stiff cock disappearing into Carmella Reiner's unabashed mouth, appearing again looking wet and slippery and exciting. As the gulpy look crossed her pretty little face Clark didn't know whether it was relief he was feeling or lostlike jealousy.
By adding a third member to the team, Carmella and Tommie seemed to have come up with a new twist to center attention on their usual public display of kinky brother-sister exhibitions. They and Jerry Shipley had lowered a big leather vaulting horse to the level of Carmella's hips. Carmella was bent forward at the waist, her legs spread to the floor beneath. Her brother was standing between her legs, Jerry was sprawled in a metal folding chair with his knees flopped over the vaulting horse, his hands casually behind his head and his stiff cock buried to choking in Carmella's mouth. Each time Tommie came up on his toes to ram his cock into her dead cunt, Carmella's beautiful white ass would hump upwards over the slippery leather pivot, her feet leaving the floor beneath. Carmella holding her neck stiff, her head would go downwards, her puckered lips sliding down the stiff prick Jerry was diligently thrusting up to meet her. Finishing each upward lunge, her brother's hands on her hips would force Carmella's feet back to the floor and her mouth to the end of Jerry's prick. After every third or fourth stroke, Tommie would squat down to tongue more spit into his sister's cunt. Carmella's face was as expressionless as it had been the one time Clark had fucked her.
Tannsy giggled nervously beside Clark. "God," she whispered, "isn't it crazy how such a dirty thing can turn you on like it does? 'Specially after such a beautiful one as you and me just had upstairs? -My God, look over there."
Reggie and Bobbi thought they were hidden by the rowing machine in their private corner. Virginia Compton, on a floor mat in an opposite corner of the gym, knew damn well she wasn't. The Superstar of Fucking had borrowed Cissie's man, the biggest cock in the whole crowd, and was lying languidly across his hairy belly, her own legs spread to show off her beautiful silver- blonde cunt muff to its best light reflecting advantage directly under one of the inset ceiling lights. Almost indifferently, Virginia fondled at Roger's huge swollen cock, bending it towards herself every once in a while and flopping her head to glop her mouth onto the massive red-purple knob on the end. Her free hand covered Roger's at the top of her cunt where, Clark knew, hid that oversize, masochistic, clitoris. As if she knew Roger would never squeeze hard enough, Virginia's own beautiful long fingers were manipulating the sausage clubs of Roger's hairy hand.
As she saw Clark watching, Virginia picked Roger's fingers out of her cunt with dainty painstaking detail, negligently tossing the big hand aside. She threw one long sleek leg over big Roger's body and came up on her hands and knees. With a dramatic pause, weaving her beautiful rounded ass around in the air for everybody to appreciate, and then one dramatic lunge, she plowed the huge cock into her silver-blonde cunt clear to the big quivering purple bag of balls, the puckered ring of her asshole creating a blurred streak of brown all the way down.
"Bitch," Tannsy muttered. "She's only doing that to try to get to you."
"Hey-y, you take it easy now, you hear me? Don't you be starting something. She isn't doing anything to you and just remember, you and I are n-not Carmella and Tommie."
"…. Don't worry 'bout it as long as she doesn't try anything to you. And as long as you-u remember you promised you wouldn't do anything to herr."
"Don't worry, honey, I won't. Be cool."
"Anybody else okay, but nothing to her-r."
"Tann-zie, I already promised, didn't I? Have I ever-"
A sweaty hand closed over Clark's ankle and he went zipping off the slippery leather couch to bounce on his ass on the floor. Debbie Leonard's movie star face, so incongruously pretty to the grossness of the rest of her, was grinning widely into his face.
"Hi, stranger," she trilled. "Welcome back t'the club."
Debbie straddled Clark's legs while she jerked his belt open and then waddled backwards down his legs, pulling his pants and his moccasin pacs off with her.
Like all the others, Debbie had her own little specialty. From the time the neighborhood gang had averaged twelve years old with Debbie among the younger members, she had loved having dirty old boy things in her mouth. Rather chubby then-and still, though one helluva good girl swimmer-she would blanket her oddly soft-feeling body along a guy's leg, her fat arms squashing her big mushy tits half around his thigh. She worked at the cock with a peculiar twisting motion of her pretty head, always lifting away when the cock was big and hard and gleaming with her spit. She would cock her head back, a gulpy-excited look half choking her as with a nasty-dirty, snorty kind of snicker she would point with her chin to the lipstick ring she had left as far down the throbbing shaft as her mouth could reach. As if unable to wait longer, she would quickly start sucking again, but as she felt the cock reach its superstiff point of ejaculation, she would again jerk her mouth away. Wrapping a meaty hand around the shaft, she would jerk like hell, holding her face close to watch every spurt boil out of the hole in the cock, reveling in the hot white stuff squirting all over her face. When she finished, there was always a messy wet smear on the guy's ankle.
Debbie didn't have all that much lipstick left when she pulled her head from Clark's rigid stick, but her flushed round cheeks did carry the old gulpy look that she had had that big old nasty-dirty boy cock in her mouth. Clark was beginning to enjoy her hot sloppy mouth when he noticed Tannsy staring down on them, looking like she was about to start crying. His cock wilted like a day-old daffodil.
"Hey, what's with you, swinger?" Debbie wailed.
"Just not my day, I guess," Clark grinned. "Must have had too much before I came down."
"Yeah?? With who? Everybody's been here."
"Oh yeah, right. Well… I meant I had too much to drink, but I got myself a sexy stranger for a change, too."
"Hey, I'm jealous you going out of the family to get it. So rest a while then, hey, and I'll get back to you. Save some for me, hey."
Above him, Tannsy went into a sudden flurry. "Damn it, Donnie," she cried, planting an elbow in Donahue's stomach that blooped the wind out of him. "Keep your damn hands off my tits for a minute, can't you?"
"Hey-y," Donahue complained. "You have to do it with anybody who wants it when you come to a swappie."
"Well, I get a choice, too. Just get the hell away from me a minute."
"Hey, goddammit, Tannsy-"
"Leave her alone, Donahue," Clark said, rising quickly. "For now, okay? She's all pooped out. Flying up here from LA and working the same day, you'd be, too."
He seated himself beside his little sister, patting her knee, wishing he could take her in his arms and baby her. "Cool it now, hey, fireball," he said gently. "Just be cool, okay? She'll be okay after she gets used to things a little, Don. She just doesn't like to be pushed on anything."
Beautiful naked Cissie and her gorgeous bobbling breasts suddenly materialized to tease Donahue's injured pride off to some private corner.
"I can't do it, Clarkie," Tannsy said in a low tearful moan. "Take me out of here. Please? Take me upstairs and you come back down if you want to."
"I can't do that, honey," Clark said gently. "If you and I were to leave together now after being here at all, every person in this room would know about us."
"I don't care, I can't do it. I ca-an't."
"Tann-zie, you have got to. Just be cool now, okay? Please? Compton's watching every move we make."
"F-fuck her."
"Hey, stop talking like that."
"… Okay, honey, I'm sorry. Couldn't we just pretend some way that I'd gotten it? Would anybody really notice, the way everybody's so involved already?"
"They don't get tha-at involved and, besides, the guy you were pretending with would sure as hell notice. Anyway, it's the way you look after you've had a good one. You'd never be able to fake that glow you get all over you."
Tannsy tightened her mouth and snapped her head away from her brother. Her blazing green eyes suddenly zeroed in on a shelf at the head of the couch and widened with the birth of an idea. Her face cleared as a tiny smile quirked the corners of her mouth and she turned back to Clark.
"Just that I get laid, right?" she whispered. "That's all?"
Clark's eyes narrowed. "Right," he said cautiously.
"And you don't care by who?"
Clark swallowed. "I don't even wanna know by who," he snapped. "Just shut up about it and do it and get it over with, okay?… Who'd you see that you w- want it with?"
Tannsy choked back a giggle and leaped to her feet. "Hey, everybody," she shouted, "stop a minute, would you? I want to get in on this, too."
"Well, shit, girl, grab a man."
"No, I can't do it that way. This is my first swap, remember? I want to do it but I don't want to know who with until after. There's just exactly one girl for every guy here, right? How 'bout let's turn the lights out and everybody scramble around and grab somebody in the dark and do it and then get apart and turn the lights on and try to guess who we had it with, okay?"
"Hey-y, leave it to our miniature superbrain to come up with something as beautiful as that."
"Kinkiest thing I ever heard of, fucking somebody and not knowing who!"
"Hey, Tannsy? How we supposed to know when everybody's done? To turn the lights back on?"
"Unh-h." Tannsy turned to Clark. "You got any ideas on that, Superbrain Senior? -Hey. Up there. Isn't that a timer up there? How 'bout we set it for twenty minutes or something and everybody stops when it rings?"
"Twen-ty min-utes!!"
"Okay, thirty, then. Or do we want it a full hour?"
"Jeez-zus, Tannsy, who have you been doing it with that can go tha-at long??"
"…. Jerry Shipley can, can't he? Okay, thirty minutes then, right? That should make everybody happy, shouldn't it?"
"Only if I get Fletcher," Virginia Compton shouted.
"Which one, hey, baby?"
Tannsy scrambled onto the couch to reach the timer. She handed it to Clark, but in a way that he had to come around the head of the couch to get it.
"Okay, you saints, start marching," Tannsy cried, and bounced across the couch for the light switch. "Set the timer, Clarkie, and put it back on the shelf so everybody'll hear it."
In the sudden staggering darkness, Clark had taken no more than his first reluctant step to join the giggling idiot mob when a soft young body slammed into him. He caught the special scent even before he recognized the soft touch of her warm hands on his hips. He tried to push her away, but Tannsy clung to him, holding him in the dark corner out of circulation.
Jittery with her sneaked excitement, Tannsy teased the buttons open on Clark's sports shirt, teasing the soft mound of her cunt against his worried crotch. Clark could feel her face grinning as she stretched to kiss him and then Tannsy stepped back to open her own blouse and let the stiffening tips of her breasts graze tantalizingly across his chest.
"Thirty minutes we got, so relax," she whispered against his mouth. "Hey, you know something? This'll be the first time we ever did it in the dark, won't it?"
The cute sneakiness of just what the brilliant little shit had pulled on everybody suddenly got through and Clark's rebel mind joined in his little sister's beautiful trickery. His cock shot up between Tannsy's legs like a thumb released from a closed fist.
"Tha-at's better," Tannsy giggled, whispering. "Easier to get it in that way. You gonna take my pants off, you going to make me do it myself?"
"Pants!" Clark chuckled in his own happy whisper. "What you doing with pants on in the first place, you dum-dum. At a thing like this??"
"Well' I'll tell-l ya, hey baby, I didn't real-ly inten-"
Tannsy's whisper turned into a surprised squeak as Clark, on his knees slipping her panties over her hips, nudged the tip of his nose into her rapidly moistening cunt slit and teased it over her clitoris. She bucked her crotch at his face and then sank to the floor to let him get her panties down her legs and off her feet.
Between her eagerly parted legs, Clark was ready to ram his burning cock into her brain from her cunt. He bent forward, instead, and kissed her softly on the mouth. Then he gently kissed each of her erect-tipped breasts, her belly- button, and then the warm inside skin of each of her moist satin thighs. He slipped both hands under her soft behind and lifted, nearly standing his tiny sister on her head.
Though he couldn't see her glowing face in the darkness, Clark could in some strange way feel her intense green eyes burning up at him in sultry excitement as Tannsy flopped her legs loosely over his shoulders and 'let' him. He buried his face in her fresh clean cunt and the fragrance of the cunt he couldn't see for the first time ever was somehow super-accentuated by the pitch black darkness.
Already turned on high by the intimate aloneness of the same pitch black darkness, Tannsy's cunt twitched sharply with the first flick of her brother's tongue up the flooding cleft. Almost immediately, as his mouth began its gentle munching, her fingers touched his hips in their wordless signal that she was ready for fucking. Clark held her tightly instead, teasing her, sucking hard, wallowing his whole face in the luxuriant fragrance of her beautiful little cunt.
"No, honey, not all the way that way," Tannsy hissed sharply, struggling to get away. "Together! Let's give them this one together!"
Reluctantly, Clark started lowering Tannsy, letting the soft smooth cheeks of her bottom slide slowly down his chest, keeping his mouth on her cunt as far as his neck would bend. Tannsy caught the idea instantly and her both hands quickly pushed his rigid dick up against his belly. Clark felt her flinch a tiny bit as the blunt point of his cock slid tightly through the moist crack of her bottom and touched her asshole, and then there was that shimmering excitement of his own as the bulging head slid up the superslippery slit and plocked solidly into the tight hole of her squishy cunt. By the time Tannsy's soft behind was resting on his slanted thighs, the full vibrating length of the cock was buried hair to hair in her boiling cunt with both of Tannsy's legs dropping to encircle his body and tugging like asking for even more.
Tannsy's fingernails tightened spastically into the skin of Clark's thighs. "Oh-h, man-n, honey," she moaned. "It's in there so dee-eep."
Using Clark's forearms for leverage, Tannsy braced her heels on the floor behind him and began moving herself up and down the ramp of his thighs, rotating sensuously side to side on the big curving axle so deep within her pulsating cunt. Her India rubber hips began tilting into an upside down version of her special straight-on-sucking fucking but she felt Clark's cock surge to super-hard too quickly. Sliding her hands up to Clark's shoulders, she wordlessly tugged at him to come forward atop her.
Going over the hump of her up-turned pelvis so solidly braced on his own thighs, Clark's giant cock scored into Tannsy to depths they had never before touched, his taut-drawn balls nesting like bird's eggs into the juice- drenched cup between her buttocks. Suddenly gone were the sounds of giggling and grunting, squishing and smacking from around the darkened room. Muscles deep within Tannsy, her lungs maybe, grappled spastically at the ballooning head of Clark's dick as he moved to pull back for a new thrust and they were alone in that private world of their own. A heavy moan gurgled deep in Tannsy's throat and Clark hunched to cover her eagerly searching mouth with his own.
As Clark hunched his body further to mouth her super-sensitive breasts, Tannsy's body arched into a straining, squealing, deep-rooted orgasm, her arms clamping low around Clark's sweating ass even as her breasts mashed into him up above, her legs locking around his waist. Her hips took on little grinding bumpings, then smoothed out into precise slithering rolling movements to match the long strokings of the big curved cock, and then into the short yelping bumps again, her legs shooting high and wide, her cunt sucking at the very core of his banana and squirting hot blithering sprays of juice around it with every screaming thrust.
"G-God," she wailed as yet another wrack of spasms tore her tiny body to bits, "I can't stop… com-ming-g!"
Furiously, Clark hammered his giant log down into the broiling slash the woman was hammering up at him. Clamping his arms to Tannsy's shoulders through her armpits, he dug at the slippery floor with his curling toes and stabbed at her wild cunt, low and gouging at the beginning of each stroke and ramming his cock deep and hard in great long looping strokes, lifting Tannsy's tiny ass from the floor with each plunging thrust and grinding his pelvis deep into the machine-mated hollow of hers. His cock burgeoned and let loose, sending more of the great thick charges of dynamite punching up the tube that was all but squeezed off by the straining muscles of the tiny cunt clamping around it.
Feeling the new floods of sizzling semen cudgeling deep in her cunt sheath, Tannsy went wild beneath him. Squalling hoarsely, she slashed her hips up to meet his every drive, her cunt snatching at his blasting cock clear up in the hair and sucking hard to the very end as she swiveled her hips downward with it. Never even slowing the pace, sneaky big brother and sneaky little sister, together scratched and clawed and fought to still a third set of dry pumping that tore the tender insides of both of them to shreds and Tannsy finally went dead beneath him.
"Oh God, no more," she whimpered, her head lashing weakly back and forth, her tiny body twisting in agony. "No mo-ore, honey, ple-e-eze stop, pl-e-eze, I can't ta-hake anymor-hor-hor-r-r."
Clark hadn't the strength to grin over this total victory that he couldn't crow aloud over. He collapsed atop Tannsy and then struggled to roll them to their sides to keep from smothering the helpless little body. As the roaring in his own ears subsides and he lay feeling his tiny sister's heaving chest come back to normal breathing, he had a spastic moment of wondering if she had squealed his name aloud during that violent little storm. Then with a start that sent Tannsy's hand darting to his face to see if he was okay, he realized he didn't really care all that much. He would be superproud to let it be known that this wild little hellcat was his woman if it could be accepted in some way-not dirty like Tommie and Carmella Reiner.
When the timer pinged and everybody had scattered and Clark himself had made the wild dash to the light switch, Tannsy was lying in front of the couch, sexily disheveled and looking as thoroughly fucked as she truly had been. Her blouse just barely covered the nipples of her perky little breasts. Her miniskirt was way up her tummy and completely exposing one soft smooth hip with a huge splotch of drying come on one thigh but her neat little golden- auburn cunt patch was just barely, tantalizingly, out of sight. Clark suppressed an outright chuckle as he noticed that both he and Tannsy had forgotten to take the cute little pink pinch pacs from her tiny feet.
"Oh wow," Tannsy moaned, "I don't know who it was gave it to me so good but I su-ure got it."
Every male face in the room looked at every other male face and then each one came on with a smug, knowing, look as if it could have been nobody but himself who could have given it to tiny Tannsy good enough to make her look as sexy as all that.
"I sure as hell know who I-I got," Clark said, looking pointedly at Virginia Compton from the light switch clear over by the door. "Great again, hey, Gin?"
A puzzled look blanked Virginia's features. "If it was you who got me," she muttered skeptically, "you sure have changed a hell of a lot."
Cissie stared long and hard at Tannsy's sweat-bubbled but smugly contented face and then turned the same intent inspection to Clark's. She frowned dubiously for a moment and then, as Clark grinned brightly, tightened her mouth and rolled her eyes to high heaven.