Jason Hyte - Sex kitten

"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.