"It worked!" she squeaked happily.
Raising herself, Tannsy shuffled her knees to a more apt position and then fell forward to her hands on his shins to fuck Clark backwards, fitting the arch of her hip movements to the curve of his straining rod so that the rod slid through a perfectly ovular slick slippery hole with no distortions at any point in the slide. For the first time in his life, Clark had an unobstructed view of his cock fucking into a girl's juicy split.
In spite of the slippery wetness of his staff sliding so neatly centered within it, the tight lobes of Tannsy's cunt dimpled in as she settled downwards and lagged behind as she raised her ardent little body back up, pouting, gripping all the ridges of Clark's cock individually, clinging as if the lips were as loathe to let loose of the lovely deep entrenchment as his spazzing cock was to have them let loose.
At the top of each of her slow groveling strokes, Tannsy slithered her hips in a sinuous rotating motion, wallowing and loving the wallowing. Her tight labia nudged gently at the shoulder rim at the top of the stairs, stretching out from her cunt, greedy to hold on. Tannsy would then pull out a careful tiny bit further until the lips were closing on the outer slopes of Clark's big knob. She let her juice-smeared cunt reach almost the very tip of the slippery shining dome before starting her torturing, squirming journey back down. In the fraction of an instant when her cunt lips popped over the shoulder rim of his cock, Clark would get a stomach-hollowing glimpse of the bright red inner labia, gripping as vigorously as the outer lobes, pulsing and clinging, working as hard as their outer sisters to make this crazy wonderful backwards fuck even more crazy wonderful.
Little Smartie-pants Superbrain got too smart once and lost the big prick her hot cunt was teasing over. Tannsy wiggled her bottom around in lipbiting concentration and then flashed a smug grin of triumph over her shoulder when she got the head poked back into her cunt without using her hands.
The predatory passion within her own wild little body began building much faster than Tannsy had counted on. As her feelings began so obviously to center on her hot cunt sliding so tightly up and down the big slippery pole, the muscles inside began to grip in spastic little grabbings. Tannsy's sensuous mouth began to droop and her breathing to quicken. Her eyes began to glaze over and the little wrinkled-nose sniffs she was attempting to tease over her shoulder with each completed stroke began to end in involuntary little grimaces of sultry lust.
A tiny fleck of frothy white foam appeared at the very tip of her tight-stretched cunt lips. Tannsy suddenly broke into a loud cry, arching her back and clapping both hands to her crotch as if she would hold it back by sheer brute force. "Oh, G-God, hon-ney-y," she wailed, "I can't wai-ait for you."
Lashing her superheating cunt up and down on her brother's big peg harder and harder, Tannsy worked more and more frantically for more and more speed and more and more grinding depth of penetration. The mind-blowing sounds began; Tannsy's involuntary throat swallowing, her deep and deeper moans of breath. Then the squishing sounds of her liquidating cunt squeezing hot girl juice around the full sizzling length of the long, curved truncheon that was stuffing it so full.
Clark strove like crazy for that benumbed stage where he could lie and watch that cock and cunt action as a totally mind-blowing scene but as an experience happening to somebody else like in a hot skin-flick. When Tannsy suddenly reared erect, her head thrown rigidly back and keening her typical little yipping screams, he still had complete control over the house organ, ready to carry on for this little brat sister for as long as she needed him.
Tannsy squatted in wild abandon on Clark's big cock, her tummy gurgling wildly. Her cunt glubbed, blurting masses of juice so heavily the cheeks of her ass grew shiny with it. The huge pole in her cunt came out glistening each time Tannsy raised herself. Her brother's belly and legs were smeared all over with it.
No longer able to raise herself, finally, Tannsy toppled lifelessly backwards, her legs doubling under like in the super-graceful finishing act of her best gymnastics routine. Her hips kept jerking in the aftermath of the miniature earthquake, her cunt kept clamping and unclamping around the big peg still holding it solidly on center to the man body beneath her.
It was in this position; Tannsy collapsed backwards atop him, Clark's hands caressing comfortingly from her quaking tummy up over the heaving swells of her breasts and back down, his super-swollen rod studded, still stiff and solid, into his sister's gaping cunt, that Clark could finally begin to relax. And to hear the sounds of labored breathing coming from the doorway to the garage which he had never thought to lock.
CHAPTER VI
"Great time, Fletcher!" Coach Somers shouted happily, trotting around the end of the pool.
Clark did a quick scan of the electronic stop clocks mounted over each of the eight swimming lanes, seeing with an inner shrug that he had come in almost a full second ahead of anybody else on the team. So why not. They all had other things to do with their time besides swim. And swim and swim.
Coach fisted Clark on the arm, heartily man to man. "Beautiful time," he repeated. "You get that new stroke perfected, we'll make an Olympics candidate out of you yet. Get yourself a piece of chocolate and take five."
Karen Somers slithered by to join Coach who was grouping the rest of the team together to exhort them to as good lap times as the Superstar was now showing. As she passed behind him, her hand brushed across Clark's skintight trunks. The accidental caress sent a streak of lightning bouncing clear down to his heels and back and his eyes bouncing to Karen's own firm-cheeked bottom. Man, if he didn't close in on some cunt pretty soon they'd be hanging his balls up for trophies.
Karen Somers was one of the best-and highest paid-swimming coaches in the country, too, but with her entire girls' team away at their exclusive private school she was acting as her husband's assistant for the winter. And driving all the guys into fits gliding around inside that graceful supersnake body of hers. Talking and acting like one of their own, but being always innaccess-Why that goddam bitch! That touch on his ass couldn't have been accidental. Karen had been at least a foot away when she went past.
Clark cast a sudden new look at the long, sleek, woman-athlete body. Karen's second-skin tank suit was even tighter than his own but there was none of the roll of flesh squeezing from the legholes as there might be on other women in their late twenties. Her damn leg muscles were as solid as his own… And surely a hell of a lot prettier.
He traced the outline of Karen's solid behind into the curving of her narrow waist and then into the gentle wedge of her soft bare back and on up to her deeply suntanned shoulders. He noticed with a visible start that Karen had stopped walking and was half turned to face him. Then he felt his face burn painfully red as he realized that she had never taken her eyes off him as she walked away in the first place.
Before Clark could drop his own stare, Karen wrinkled her nose in a sly little sniff, subtly arching her colossal breasts… Knowing damn well how that stretchy nylon cuddled around each individual nipple even when they weren't in erection, one with the band of orange slashing down across her flat stomach to point out her smooth round hip, the other plain blue but just as gulp-making. She turned to walk on to the team but then stopped again, this time turning fully to face him.