Jason Hyte - Sex kitten

Damn little brat sisters, anyway. He was not a tied-down apron strings husband to be humiliated every time he faced an outside cunt. He could go in there right now and fuck that stringbean best friend of hers right in front of her misty green eyes.

He knew he wouldn't have done that to her, but the emptiness of Tannsy's neat bedroom was worse than the whole big silent house. Tannsy must have cut out someplace with Lorrie already, damn it, and he wished she had stayed home to help him fill an empty day. She was no damned little brat sister, really. She was a damned great little sister.

In the kitchen, Clark gave up all hope with a throwing up of arms and a rolling of eyes to heaven. There was no breakfast laid out on the table for him. Erma, who always seemed to have some sixth sense about when be would be getting up and always had his breakfast waiting, must have taken another weekend off. He found a bunch of cookies in a cupboard and crunched them down with big splashes of milk. With nothing else to do, he headed for his lonely pad to watch the Saturday morning ball game all by his lonesome lonesome self.

In the doorway of his pad across the garage, he broke into an instanton, face-splitting grin. Small Tannsy was right here on his own bed, lying naked on her side, her round little bottom beaming up at him like a three dimensional happy face.

His cock turned instant-on like his smile, Clark quickly stripped his own clothing and eased himself onto the bed. He pulled gently at Tannsy's soft hip and she rolled easily to her back, her legs flopping half open. Clark darted a suspicious look, but Tannsy's eyes were still closed and her pretty little apple breasts were still rising and falling in the easy rhythmic breathing of sound sleep.

In the dimmed light from the drawn drapes, Tannsy was all tiny Golden Goddess. Her sweet little pixie face resting in suntanned innocence within its framework of shiny golden-auburn hair, carried the hint of sensuousness only because Clark knew it was there waiting to be turned loose. A white streak shaded from the sun by her bikini bandau separated the golden-tan of her shoulders from the more gentle golden-tan of her softly muscled midriff, accentuating the abrupt swells of her pink-tipped breasts. The second streak from her bikini cut the golden-tan of her body low on her tummy, pointing like a fluorescent arrow to the beginning point of the cleft of her dainty little cunt, visible in teasing glimpses through the sheen of golden-auburn silk before slipping bashfully away to hide between the golden-tan velvet of her thighs.

She had such a pretty cunt. So neat and trim looking; not a wild clump of bush jumping out like an elongated puffball from the top of the cunt like Buffy Durham's, not a tangled mousy-brown rat's nest like Ronnie Lee Sheridan's, not a huge beet-red mat of wire coils curling half up her belly like Mrs. Coach Somers'. Tannsy's was a clean shiny honey-colored comforter of spun silk, looking like it was combed and fluffed, looking like it was plucked to follow the gentle curving of her lower tummy from one soft thigh to the other, though he knew Tannsy did neither. She was just a natural little beauty.

Clark wetted a finger with spit and put it to the dainty cleft, wiggling the pad gently into the very tip of the slit and working it down. Tannsy's tiny clitoris awakened instantly to a hard little nubbin of excitement and her hips gave one tiny roll. A flush of pleasure washed over her sleeping face.

Clark eased her legs apart and eased himself to his belly between them. He put his thumbs to Tannsy's cunt to expose the stiff little peter, pink at the straining tip but gradually brightening to a deeper and deeper red at the base where it nestled shiny-wet and glistening between the gently pulsing cunt lobes.

He touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of the miniature erection, sighting cross-eyed down his nose to watch it twitch under the wet warmth. He gently sucked the entire little staff into his mouth, gently razzing at it with his teeth and then gently tugging at it with his lips. A liquid sound bubbled from deep in Tannsy's tummy and a gleam of moisture began spreading itself along the tight slit of her cunt. Her perfect little apple breasts, even in sleep, swelled to vibrating hillocks of twin passion, the tiny tips coming on like little rose-pink erasers on brand new, never-used pencils, already extended so hard they were pulling the centers of the areoles out with them.

Still holding the lobes of Tannsy's cunt with his thumbs, Clark stared for a long moment at the gleaming slit. Abruptly he dipped his head and thrust his tongue at it, half timidly at first but then instantly loving the slick warm velvety feeling. Tannsy gave a tiny jerk with the first touching but then her cunt lips quivered and seemed to want to cling to the warm wet point.

Clark, with complete and happy assurance now, began moving his tongue in gentle jabbings all the way to the bottom of Tannsy's slit and back up. He wallowed in the satiny, slippery, fragrance, kissing into the nose-tickling angel hair on her mound and sucking down through her cunt. Again spreading the swelling lobes with his thumbs, he diddled the tip of his tongue into the tiny spot Tannsy peed from and then ran the entire fiat length of his warm, spit-sloppy tongue across the quivering stiffness of her pulsing miniprick. He covered the tiny opening of her vagina with his mouth and sucked hard, letting his tongue be drawn into the slippery red hole with the reverse suction.

Tannsy's hips began rolling in gentle fucking motions in her sleep, following every circle of his mouth and tongue and nose and chin, meeting his every nudge. Her hands shot down to her sides, suddenly, clenching at the tufted bedspread, and her tummy muscles tightened and released. A groggy little moan escaped her and a flood of juice squished from her cunt to smear all over, warm and thick and slippery, on Clark's greedy mouth and chin and cheeks.

So abruptly it startled Clark, Tannsy's hips rolled hard upwards. Her legs shot high and wide only to come back down on her heels to push her cunt up to meet his face while her hands clapped desperately to the back of his head.

Trying to see Tannsy's face without taking his own face out of her cunt, Clark saw only the underside of her chin appearing rhythmically between the points of her breasts as Tannsy's head flopped back and forth on her jointless neck. Her burgeoning little breasts were tiny white mountains of quivering flesh heaving high above the white and gold expanse of her quaking tummy, swollen so heavily the skin was stretched to shiny. The tiny searching nipples strained erect like wondering where were the palms of his hands.

He worked one hand up her tummy to cup her breast, the other under her juice-slippery bottom. Tannsy's both hands clapped over his to mash it harder to her breast. Her hips began humping against his face in mindless little jerkings. "Honey, honey, honey," she mewed.

Her hands shot down to press hard on the back of Clark's head, then went back to mash his hand to her breast again, only to come back immediately, frantically clawing his face ever deeper into the Jell-O of her burning cunt. Clark sucked her like mad.

Gradually Tannsy's humping grew less fierce and then ceased altogether. Her sweat-drenched body lay motionless except for her tiny hands still clenching and unclenching in Clark's hair and her chest rising and falling in gulping gasps of breath.

"Oh-h man-n, honey," she moaned, "what a fantastic way to wake up."

Clark smiled smugly into Tannsy's pulsing cunt, feeling the matching beat of the artery inside her thigh pounding against his hot flushed cheek. Suddenly he needed his.

Even as she was still throbbing from her first orgasm, Clark slid up his sister's tiny body, ramming his straining cock into her slippery pulsing pocket and whipping his arm under her hips to drive it even deeper.