Chapter 5

By the time Denny and Joyce reached their father's house, they were totally exhausted and very hungry. They wheeled their bikes in the garage, then headed for the house. And then, for the first time, they saw Frederick, the dog their father had told them about He appeared to be a blend of spaniel and some kind of hound. From nowhere, he came snarling, then skidded to a ferocious stop just inches from them. Teeth bared, drooling, he barked viciously and appeared on the verge of attacking.

"Stop him, Denny!" Joyce shrieked, hiding behind her brother. "He's going to-to kill us! Quick! Shoot him or something!"

"Frederick," Denny purred softly. "You're a nice bow-bow, boy. Nice boy. Relax, Frederick Lie down, boy."

At the mention of his name, Frederick grew suddenly affectionate. It was almost as if the animal understood that anybody knowing his name could not possibly be an enemy. Still drooling, he sat back on his haunches, tilting his shaggy head to one side. Then he approached apologetically and began licking Denny's outstretched hand.

"That's a nice Frederick," Denny sing-songed.

His sister had fled to the porch of the house. She stood there, crouched and cowering.

"You may return now," Denny said, his voice arrogant and superior sounding.

"Daniel in the lion's den," she said, complimenting him. "How did you do it?"

"I simply stared him down," Denny said. "You know, I bet he'd make a terrific pussy licker with that long tongue of his. If you're good, sis, I may command him to lick your snatch some day. How'd you like that, huh? Hmm, sis, huh? Huh?"

"Shut up, pervert!" Joyce replied. "Why do you have to turn everything into-into something to do with fucking and sucking?"

" 'Cause it's fun," he said, kneeling now. "Good boy, Frederick." He patted the cringing head without any unfavorable reaction from the now docile beast. "Look at his prick, sis," Denny said. "He's got a big one, eh?"

Joyce slapped her brother's shoulder, and then they entered the back porch. "Even when it-it's just an animal, Denny, all you ever think about is sex, sex, sex. You're crazy, Denny. You're gonna grow up to be a sex fiend!"

Suddenly Norma Reardon appeared. "Did Frederick scare you kids?" she asked as they entered the kitchen. She had been reading a sexy paperback at the kitchen table. She stood up and kissed them both on the cheek. Then they all went into the living room.

"Nah," Denny assured his step-mother, "Animals don't scare me. He sure scared Joyce, though. He senses she's afraid. Yeah, Frederick sensed Joyce was scared so he attacked the panty-waist scaredy-cat."

Joyce shook her head in subdued rage. "Phooey, that's a he," she said. "I-I'm really quite fond of-of the thing."

Norma came over then and ran her fingers through Joyce's disheveled hair. "You're hair is all snarled, dear," she said. "I didn't see you take your bathing suits. Did you go swimming?" She shook her head, grinning. "I mean, I trust you didn't swim in the nude."

"No," Joyce Bed. "We just fooled around at the pond with Sue and Rex and Ray." She did not want to admit they'd been skinny-dipping and Denny enjoyed watching her squirm now. That's why my hair got a little wet" Quickly, she changed the subject "Uh-what are you reading, Norma?"

Denny had already seen the book's title-Bigger and Better Orgasms for the American Female. It was written by a doctor with a long, foreign-sounding name.

"Just a book," Norma said, placing it beneath some papers in the magazine basket on the floor. She changed the subject then, too, and asked them about their day. Denny innocently told her about the pond and talking to Mrs. Sherman at the drug store. Yes, it had been a very interesting and innocent and delightful day.

"Well I'm happy you had such a pleasant time your first day in Walden Flats, Joyce," Norma said. "It always thrills me to hear that anybody has had a nice day in this town."

Realizing that she was complaining, indulging in sarcasm, she forced a smile and glanced at the big grandfather clock against the wall. "Guess I'd best start fixing dinner," she said. "You're father will be home soon. Go ahead and turn on the TV," she said, leaving for the kitchen.

After twenty minutes of television, their father came in. To Denny's disappointment, their father's face was crimson, as if he'd been drinking again. He weaved slightly, too. God, he can't be drunk this early, Denny thought. But as he hugged and kissed his son and daughter there was the overpowering smell of alcohol on his breath.

"You kids had a busy day, right?" he said, patting Joyce's ass lingeringly until Denny thought he would vomit. "Betcha don't know how I know you've been so busy, eh?"

"All right, dad," Denny said, disgusted. "Tell us how you know." He spoke indulgently, as if speaking to a naughty child-because when Martin Reardon drank he acted like a child. Or an idiot!

Joyce exchanged impatient glances with her brother. "Yes, daddy dear," she said. "Do tell us."

Martin Reardon raised his index finger pontifically. "Because Mrs. Sherman said you stopped by her store on your way to the pond. Also, later on, I saw you kids with Rex, Ray and Sue-riding your bikes through town." He winked at Denny. "That Sue's got a nice Ml ass on her, huh son?" He clutched his balls, weaving so that he almost fell. "Hey, wouldn't you like to stick your meat in that, son?"

Joyce and Denny looked at each other in horror. Their father became a gross lecher when he drank. No wonder Norma is bored with living here, he thought. Who wouldn't be-living with such a creepy and changeable man?

"So you see," he went, on his speech slurred, "very, very little escapes the sharp eye of your old man." Giggling, he then staggered his way to the kitchen.

Denny and Joyce heard a sharp exchange of words, and then their drunken father returned, his ice cubes tinkling in his cocktail glass. He fell into his overstuffed chair and threw his feet up on the ottoman. He poked his little finger in his ears, then examined his finger.

"Where did you see us from?" Denny asked. He wanted to say, From the bar? but he restrained himself. "We thought of stopping at your office, but we guessed you'd be busy," he said instead.

Blinking, Martin Reardon said, "No, unfortunately, I was not very busy-at all." He frowned, staring depressed into his glass. "You see, Walden Flats is a very small town. And when there aren't many people in a town you don't get too many dislocations and pulled muscles and back trouble." He waved his hand in the air, like a degenerate king in the movies. "Nope, I'm afraid Walden Flats isn't the perfect place for a chiropractor in semi-retirement." He took a huge gulp of his drink. "Truth is, I was sitting in Wally Rakin's Bar. There were a few cancelled appointments, see, and that bar has a sensational view of the street. That's where I saw my two li'l dumplings from-'ol Wally's Bar.

"The bar faces the street, see, and a man can sit there for hours trying to figure out where he went wrong, staring at this hicky metropolis. It was a big day in Walden Flats all right. I think I saw five other people besides you lads all day!" He chuckled strangely to himself. "Yep, five whole people without a damn thing wrong with their necks or backs or anything. Yeah, they probably go into Portland for their adjustments."

Dabbing at the tears in his eyes, Dr. Martin Reardon, Chiropractor, sniffed and shook his head, pitying himself.

Abruptly angry, Denny strode across the room and changed the TV channel to the news. His sister came to him and he whispered, "Jesus, he's a bigger lush than he was last summer. What a drag! Sorry, sis."

"Be nice to daddy," Joyce said. "He just doesn't have enough patients at the office, that's all. Go easy on him. He just had a few drinks."

"A few?" Denny snapped. "Why did he bother to come home? Well, I know why! He's probably breathed so much booze in patients' faces they just stopped coming to him. Just the way mom said it was in San Francisco when he had his practice there! I bet he didn't retire because he wanted to. I bet they ran him out of town. Do you see Norma? See how disgusted she is with him?"

Joyce kept her back to her father now and wiped tears from her eyes. "Give him a chance, Denny?" she pleaded. "Don't talk that way about him now. W-We love Walden Flats, and maybe he does, too. Maybe he had a dream of starring all over again here in this quiet little town, and his dream isn't coming true, and he doesn't know which way to turn, and-" "Bullshit," Denny said. "He knows which way to turn. He turns to the bar and gets smashed and makes everybody miserable."

Denny shook his head as their father rose and went to the kitchen to fix himself another drink.

"He is our father," Joyce said.

"Yeah, look at our father," Denny replied.

Martin Reardon slipped and fell into his chair. Then he crinkled his nose, grinning and making a shooshing signal with his fingers at his lips as he stared in the direction of the kitchen.

"Be nice to him, Denny," Joyce said. "Maybe we can make him change."

But being nice to the drunken Martin Reardon was a 'pain in the ass,' Denny thought. He became just as intoxicated as he'd been the previous night. His senses were so numb from alcohol he couldn't tell what was nice and what was not nice. As the four of them feasted on the delicious roast beef Norma had prepared, Martin Reardon, Walden Flats' only chiropractor, ate like a hog. Eventually, he belched, then tried to wipe his greasy hands on the tablecloth and stood up, bleary-eyed. There was grease all over his mouth and chin as he kissed everyone passionately.

"Gotta get some rest," he mumbled to himself as he staggered toward the master bedroom, slamming the door after him.

"Hell sleep tight all right" Denny said through clenched teeth. "He has to get his rest so he can keep his appointment at Wally's Bar."

"Denny!" Joyce snarled at her brother. "Be nice!"

Norma merely stared down at her plate, embarrassed and maybe a trifle angry as she tried to hid her shame. Quickly, Denny excused himself and ran out the front door. It was a beautiful Oregon summer night-cool but not cold-the cloudless sky permitting a clear view of the stars. Tears streaming down his face, Denny walked to the center of the large front yard, sobbing because of the rapid degeneration of his father. He could not comprehend how his father could ruin this summer vacation for Joyce and him. Finally, he stopped crying and returned to the living room. Norma and Joyce sat watching television, wearing their night clothes now - Norma in a see-through negligee and Joyce in her dumb cotton nightie and big red fuzzy slippers.

Staring at the boob-tube. Denny only half watched the corny, tear-jerking love story flickering on the big colored screen.

The movie ended, finally, and Joyce stretched and yawned and said she was going to bed. Denny decided to turn in, too. He followed Joyce into the bedroom, quickly slipped out of his clothes and, wearing only his shorts (as always), climbed into bed.

Joyce spoke softly from her bed then. "Don't be too hard on daddy," she said. "Hell get better. You'll see. 'night, Denny."

Denny said nothing. Lying on his back, he stared up into the darkness, still angry with their father. He guessed he knew now why their mother had divorced their father and, strangely, he found himself feeling a new respect for their mother-mainly because she had always minimized their father's drinking problem to spare them heartache.

Denny lay there for a long time, restless and unable to fall asleep. Finally, he tossed the covers aside and slid into Joyce's bed. Gently, he snuggled, realizing that his sister had become the only person he could turn to in times of despair. He poked his sister in the ribs. "Joyce?" he whispered. She stirred and his heart beat faster.

"Hunh?" she groaned sleepily. "What you want?"

It was delicious snuggling there beside his beautiful sister. He wanted to discuss their father, but he couldn't force himself to do it. Suddenly, without knowing why, he said: "I wish you hadn't sucked on Rex's prick today at the pond." Instinctively, his hand found her breast and he palmed it lovingly. "I wish you hadn't done it, sis. I-I was jealous, you know?"

"You were fingering my pussy," she said, "and then you told him to play with my boobies, Denny. Don't you remember? You're the one who said to do that."

"Yeah, I guess I did," Denny replied, "but you didn't have to suck his prick and make him come and then swallow his stuff. I thought that was something special between just us-something special just we did to each other," he said. "I'm sorry, Denny," she said, kissing his cheek, "but I sort of went kooky watching Sue and Ray fucking there right in front of us. I didn't mean to make you jealous."

Both of Denny's hands were lightly rubbing his sister's tits now. "I guess I do understand. I guess Rex and I both got too excited. That's why we jerked off ... that's why I stuck my hard-on in your mouth and shot off in your mouth."

"Don't apologize," Joyce said. "I really liked it. Incidentally, I found out where Rex and Ray get their rubbers. They buy 'em at Sherman's Pharmacy-from that weird guy who works there. Sue told me his name is Ben-Ben Krump. Denny, maybe you could get a rubber and then we could fuck sometime. I'm getting anxious to try it, Denny. No kidding. Yes, if you get a rubber, then we can fuck and find out what it really feels like. Watching Ray sticking it in and out of Sue's pussy nearly drove me crazy!"

Denny's prick stood straight out now. His sister's talking about fucking had him breathing hard and his balls riding high in his scrotum. Boldly, as he played with his sister's tits, he pressed his hot hard-on against her tummy, trying to arouse her.

To his delight, she reached down and grasped his pulsing erection in her hand. "Don't be angry, Denny," she said, "but I'm sort of tired. After all that bicycling and swimming-and coming twice today-well, maybe we should just go to sleep without getting all excited again."

Denny poked his prick still harder, pumping his hard-on between the fingers of his sister's kneading hand. Suddenly he had to stick his prick into something-anything. His balls tingled. He wanted to come again in the worst way, but he could tell that Joyce was really exhausted.

"Okay," he breathed, "but I'm gonna get us a rubber soon and we're going to fuck this summer. We're going to fuck a lot, sis. I want to fuck you more than any girl in the world."

He ceased fondling his sister's nice tits and got back in his own bed. He lay there thinking about sticking his prick into that tight, hot, wet cunt between her legs. Lying on his back that way, his stiff rod seemed to be burning a hole in his right palm. He was too excited to get to sleep, he knew. Feeling Joyce's erect nipples had him needing to come bad. Why did she always seem to have this incredible power over him?

He fondled the head of his dripping cock, tickling it and wondering if he should jerk off. Maybe he was degenerate of some land, as Joyce often suggested. He had already come twice today and still he wanted to shoot his sperm once again! Rejected by Joyce, his thoughts turned to Norma and her obvious invitation to be "alone" with her sometime soon. Yes, he would have to "give her a hand" all right, just as she had suggested. Suddenly he realized that very possibly he would score his first fuck with Norma instead of his sister.

Still tickling the head of his swollen organ now, he slowly grew aware that the TV was still playing in the living room. Norma is still up, he thought, breathing hard. She's still up! He slipped out of bed, then tiptoed to the slightly open door across the room. He studied Norma, still watching a late movie, reclining on the couch in her nightgown. Was her hand between her legs? Was ft moving? And wasn't the hand at her tit and the hand at her pussy moving in a kind of rhythm. No, he decided, it had to be his imagination. But the curves of her ripe, full body were clearly visible through the sheer material. That wasn't his imagination! Uncontrollably, he emitted a soft groan as he peered at this woman who had loved and who knew how to love. Here was no inexperienced girl or frightened sister fearful of her reputation, or whatever. No ... Norma would know all about making them both come in delicious and adult ways.

Denny tucked his hard-on up under the elastic band of his undershorts, disguising it, then went in and sat down abruptly beside her on the couch. Only the flickering light of the TV set illuminated the room.

"Norma," he said. "I can't get to sleep. I heard the TV on, so I decided to come out and talk awhile."

"I'm glad you did, Denny," she said, her eyes briefly dropping to the bulge at his crotch. He had seen her do it! She had glanced hungrily at his cock He was certain of it!

"I couldn't sleep either," she said, patting the couch beside her. "Your father is snoring quite loudly, you see."

Denny sat down, his gaze fastening on the whiteness that showed where the strap of her nightgown had slipped down onto her upper arm. A woman, he thought again. Not a girl but a beautiful woman who had loved and who knew how to love. As she watched TV, Denny studied her ripe, full breasts that seemed ready to burst through the sheer, skimpy material of the nightgown, the shiny blond hair streaming down over her shoulders and the darker blond hair of her cunt, the firm and luscious body beckoning there in the flickering light He wondered if her state of semi-undress and tantalizing position were just a coincidence. She had jerked him off, very subtly, just last summer, while applying medicine to the poison oak on his cock and balls, and she had let him suck on her breast that other night so long ago. Could be possibly have misinterpreted her meaning when she had asked him to help her around the house someday-when they were all alone? He didn't think so, but at the same time he wasn't sure either.

God, but now she was stretching, lying back and turning over on her side, facing him. Wasn't she still staring at the hard-on inside his shorts? Or was that his imagination, too? Admiring Norma's body and letting his imagination wander had his manhood bursting hard now. Oddly, he felt embarrassed, and he decided to distract himself with conversation, until he was sure of Norma's intentions.

"It's going to be a great summer vacation," he said. "Joyce and I are going to have lots of fun, even if dad does get drunk all the time."

"You mustn't let your father's behavior ruin your vacation," she said. "You have to pretend he doesn't exist at times. You really must" "Has he been this way long?" Denny asked.

Norma Reardon sighed. "Yes, for a long time now-too long." The bitterness was obvious in her voice. Denny stared at the color TV, watched the people moving on the screen without really seeing them. He wondered if his father played around with other women. Boldly, he asked, "Is dad faithful to you?"

"I rather doubt it" she said, smiling. "You see, Denny, when a man drinks too much he doesn't fool around with other women-not his wife, not anybody."

Denny nodded, his heart beating faster. "Oh," he said, wondering if she was telling him that his father, Norma's husband, never fucked her anymore. He wondered if, at this moment, Norma wanted to fuck him as bad as he wanted to fuck her.

Suddenly she stretched, a look of pain on her beautiful face. Denny, would you be a sweetheart and rub my back a little, please?"

She turned over on her stomach and Denny moved closer. The crease of her perfectly shaped buttocks and the two dimples in the small of her back made his prick jump up above the elastic band of his shorts. Breathing harder, he began massaging her neck, her smooth shoulders, squeezing and releasing and exploring the smooth, delicious, soft but firm white flesh.

"Perfect," she cooed. "Ummm," and then with her thumbs she pulled the other strap of her nightgown down to permit him total access to her upper back. "That feels soooo good," she purred. "Simply marvelous, Denny."

Denny felt an insane desire to rip the negligee from her, then stare long and hard at her voluptuous body, run his hands over the hills and valleys of her delicious body, imbed his prick deep in the wet heat of her. Something held him back, though. Fear? Yes, he had to be sure. He couldn't be positive of her desire for him yet.

Finally, he gave her back a final pat and she turned to her side again.

"Denny, do you know how old I was last month?" she asked. "I-I was thirty-three."

Denny smiled. "You're kidding me," he said. It was the truth, too. "You sure don't look it," he said. "You're sexier than most of the girls in my school."

"What a lovely compliment," she said, obviously pleased. "A-Are you doing all right with girls now that you're practically a man? There's the pill nowadays, you know."

Her voice was low and suggestive and there was an odd twinkle in her beautiful eyes. They had discussed a few serious matters last summer, but she had never been quite this outspoken and direct until now.

"Let's just say the girls at my school aren't the passionate type," he said. "You can't seem to get really close to any of them. Know what I mean?"

"Yes, I think I do know what you mean," Norma said, drawing the words out. Again, there was that faint trace of mischief in her big brown eyes. "The only men I see around here who seem to pay any attention to me are the gardener and the mailman."

Denny's cock stood tall and throbbing, at complete attention now, and his head ran crazy with speculation as he wondered if Norma was telling him she was homy-giving him the "go" signal.

Suddenly she pulled him down beside her, stroking the hair from his forehead affectionately, lustfully. "You-You've really become a man, Denny," she breathed. "I can't get over how much you've changed since last summer."

Slowly, panting, he let his cheek slide from her cheek to her breast. He rotated his cheek against her breast then, just as he had done last summer. Nestling, he even planted a little kiss against the heaving bosom.

She shuddered. "I've thought a lot about you, Denny," she confessed.

I've done even more than think of you, Norma," he also confessed. "I've dreamed of you; I've done lots of things and when I've done them I've pictured you naked and thought of you."

Norma laughed, pressing his face harder at her heaving tits. She laughed, a soft sound from deep in her throat. "Yes, I could tell, dear-by the way you looked at me this morning in the kitchen. You're a mature male now, and I've been upsetting you just a wee bit, huh? In fact, I've been making certain thoughts cross your mind for quite a while now, correct? The way you tried to hide yourself from Joyce and me in the kitchen this morning was really cute. It brought back fond memories from my own childhood In fact, I'd say you are protruding a little right now! Umm, and not so little!"

His balls aching with desire, Denny suddenly grew bolder. Openly, he began kissing her breasts. She made no effort to resist him and, in a moment, she lifted her nightgown all the way from the bottom, guiding his mouth to her taut nipple. Denny sucked gently but greedily, not wanting to alarm her with sucking noises as her little moans of pleasure spurred him on. "N-o-r-m-a ..." he sighed chanting.

"Perfect, Denny," she purred. "Ummm, but we must remember to be very quiet. Here, my little stud-darling . .. suck this one, too . .. this little piggy has none."

She had become the patient instructress, loving and caressing and guiding him as it had been in his dreams.

"Umm, just perfect, Denny. You're going to be a magnificent lover. You seem to know all about a woman's tits. That's very important, dear-playing for a long time with the nipples. Sucking them and kissing them for a long, long time before you-well, get more serious ideas about touching other places. Yes, that's it, dear. Very nice. Yes, do it to both of them. But suck a little harder so I can hear you sucking. Show me you mean it! Yes, very nice ... I love to listen to the sucking sounds on my nipples."

Abruptly, Norma arched her back, mewing, and began moving her chest from side to side to increase his losing, then regaining contact. In this way, she brought forth the sucking sounds she longed to hear. Then her hand began stroking his upper leg, tickling with the fingertips and slowly moving upward until they finally reached his crotch! As she desperately clasped his hot member in her smooth, trembling hand, she let out a pitiful little squeal of delight.

"You couldn't have wanted me more than I've wanted you, Denny," she whispered hoarsely. "I've thought about you, too, you know. I hope "I'm not shocking you, little man, but I've wanted to hold your hard male spear in my hand this way ever since last summer. I suppose you couldn't have even dreamed such a thing, b-but it's true, Denny. In fact, if you hadn't made some land of move to touch me this way, I think I would have had to give you another dose of poison oak. Thank god you approached me. I loved watching you try to hide your hard-on today, dear. I-It was just a matter of time, wasn't it? Do you think I'm awful? We've both wanted each other for a long, long time. Ohhhh ..."

"Norma, I think you're beautiful. I-I think you're wonderful," he moaned, the sound of her words making his erection dribble and pulse, his entire body shake and shudder.

"Darling," she cooed. "My little honey-man." She gripped his prick very hard now and began stroking it, up and down, up and down, stopping only occasionally to fondle and knead his balls.

"Could we-could I fuck you, Norma?"' he blurted. He knew it was a crude thing to say, but the words spilled out and he was unable to restrain himself. He just had to find out what a cunt felt like. He had to stick his hard prick in a pussy-in Norma's pussy.

"All right," Norma breathed. "If-if you're sure you really want to. But let's play with each other this way a little longer first, okay? We've waited a long time, Denny. We mustn't rush things and spoil our first- uh - lovemaking. You must learn to take your time with a woman. Yes, you're a man now and it's important to bring a girl to readiness slowly, gently. It makes a female want you crazily, insanely. I-It also makes a girl get all wet and eager down in her pussy, so-so your hard prick slides into a much hotter and juicier place. I adore your hard prick, Denny. I love to hold it and I want it between my legs and-and every other place you want to-to stick it!"

Her hand squeezed his swollen cock very urgently now, as if milking his juice from his throbbing cock-head. Yes, she was milking for his sperm.

"You're so nice and hard, Denny, and you're so nice and gooey down there. You're so young and firm and eager. Denny, darling, this is the best time of your life, you'll always remember everything that happens between us. You will ... you'll see ... you'll never, never be able to forget me." She spread her legs farther apart then, one leg hanging over the sofa arm to permit his hand to move up her satin-smooth inner thigh and, at last, settle on her dripping love-slit. He shuddered all over. It was like dipping his fingertips into a bowl full of melted butter, the swollen labia and downy hair lining her cunt lips eager and slippery and incomparably beautiful. Groaning, she drew her other leg up until the heel of her foot was against her buttocks. Then she began a slow, pumping motion, lightly at first, then harder, faster. At her direction, Denny began teasing her love nub at the top of her gushing crease. She was holding his prick with one hand now and guiding his hand by holding onto his wrist as he fingered her twat.

"Denny," she sighed. "You are such a big boy now! You are! You seem to know everything a woman wants and needs in sex. How could you possibly know just where a girl likes it? Hmmm? Ohhh ..."

He went on, nursing at her erect nipples as he fingered her cunt.

"Yes, you know a lot already," she hissed. "But I will teach you more. I'll teach you everything] Ummm, that's it. Yes, a bit higher ... right there ... Now, move your finger from side to side. No, not that high. Yessss, there. That's better. Move your finger a little faster. Oh, my-eeee!"

In her soft, stroking hand, Denny's throbbing hard-on began bulging so hard it was sheer torture, the most exquisite torture he had ever experienced! She was squeezing his prick harder, harder, and he now felt certain she was going to let him fuck her. Nothing could deny him now. Soon he would know the joy of fucking. Still, he could barely believe that this was truly happening with Norma. It was like some wild and wet dream he had been waiting for all his life. He had to pick up the pace. Without prompting, he slid his finger up inside her slick snatch and began probing exploringly within the velvet furnace his cock would soon imbed itself and, like a sponge, sop up her juices. He finger-fucked her that way, working with his thumb against her nerve center at the same time.

Norma began clenching his wrist tighter, shuddering and thrusting her pelvis at his pussy-drenched hand. He had two fingers inside her pleasure cave and he pushed hard, meeting the pressure of her uncontrollable spasms.

Then, as if emerging from a trance, she abruptly pulled his hand away from her cunt, broke away and lay with the back of her head against his aching testicles. Staring up at the ceiling, she rubbed her eyes with her fists and began sobbing.

"What on earth am I thinking of?" she asked the ceiling. "We shouldn't be doing this, Denny. I-I have no right-not here in your father's house! It's m-my fault ... I'm sorry, Denny. I must have gone temporarily insane. Go to your room, Denny. Please ... go!"

Dumbfounded, Denny heard himself pleading, "Please, Norma! I can't stop now-not now." His groin felt as if it would explode. "It'll be a secret-our secret. Please? Nobody ever has to know. Please!"

For what seemed a long time, Norma searched his eyes, pondering and confused there in the dim fight of the flickering TV screen. "M-Maybe you could do it to yourself," she offered. "Oh, you poor, darling. I could even help you. I could even watch your beautiful love-spout that way. You do it to yourself, don't you? Yes, go ahead and jerk yourself off so I can watch, Denny."

Denny detected a weird look-a look he had never seen before-spreading over her lovely features. Groaning, he buried his face in his hands. God, he thought, am I cursed or something? How could I get this close to fucking-actually fucking-and then be denied?

"Yeah, sure I do it to myself sometimes," he gurgled. "But when I do it to myself I always think of you, Norma. But I-I'm tired of just imagining an pretending. I have to-to fuck you, Norma. Please let me put it inside your cunt-just for a second? Please let me!" From his lap, she stared up at him intently and said, "You'd never tell, would you? It would be our secret forever? Promise you'd never even tell Joyce?"

I'd never breathe a word, Norma," he panted. "I promise!"

Norma turned her head then, so that the heat of her cheek pressed against his balls. Slowly, her cheek began a massaging motion, her lips brushing lightly against his jism-packed scrotum, then finally the base of his hard-on. Soon, she was fondling with both hands, kissing his balls with abandon while her hands squeezed and stroked up and down over his trembling gristle hunk. She squealed and gasped as if she had gone temporarily insane with lust and desire. Greedily, she began showering his semen-dribbling member with wet kisses, licking and gulping as she worked. As he felt the wet warmth of her sucking, lapping mouth, Denny's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her mouth now totally engulfed his bone-hard organ. She was sucking in a steady rhythm and mewing as she took his rod deep into her throat.

"Erghm-ummm," she grunted, pausing only briefly every now and then to inspect and admire his prick at a distance. After several minutes of this, she stopped mouthing his cock and lay back with her legs spread. In the dim light, Denny could see the beckoning pink line of her vagina and the drenched pussy hair.

"Lick it, Denny!" she commanded, her eyes wild now. Suck mama's cunt a little while before you stick it in and fuck me!"

His vision actually blurred from desire, he literally dived for her inviting cunt. He buried his face in the drenched crotch, breathing in great gulps of pussy scent as he licked the length of her vagina. He swallowed, inhaling fiercely, gulping her juices greedily. More than anything he wanted to climb up inside the slippery recess of her delicious woman's cunt. And then, as he had never known anything so surely, he knew he had to plunge his rod between those inviting pink cunt lips.

But before he could mount her, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him, her tongue darting frantically at his mouth. Now he could feel the oven heat of her eager clenching cunt against his genitals as her hand reached down and palmed his rigid manhood up and down her dripping slit. Finally, unable to withstand any further preliminaries, he forced his entrance with one slick stroke right up the center. He was inside! He shuddered, nearly paralyzed as he realized he was sticking his prick inside a woman at last. Blessed woman-warmth surrounded his tingling member and, involuntarily, he dug his hands hard into her firm ass and began steadily spearing in and out.

"So long I-I've wanted you, Denny," she chanted "So lon-nngg. Oh, Denn-neeeee!" Hysterically, she rode him then, writhing, bucking, crushing her breasts desperately against his face. "Stick it in me hard!" she screamed, muffling the sound with her hand. Then, "All of it! Harder! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck my ass off! Fuck me any place you want. Oh, Jesus! Denny, fuck me HARD!"

Denny grasped the cheeks of her ass still harder, kneading the smooth cheeks and thrusting harder, stabbing his rock-hard meat into the depths of her as he satisfied her every hoarsely whispered demand. In a steady flood, she kept spewing words in his ear he had never heard before from a woman, a mature woman, and over and over again he kept thinking, "I'm fucking Norma ... "I'm actually fucking beautiful Norma. My prick is up inside Norma's pussy!

In a few minutes, Norma ceased her frantic twisting and began a steady pumping motion. Her vaginal muscles had a firm grip on his plunging cock, and Denny could feel her methodically milking his bursting hard-on as they rolled and writhed, gasping and pleading for "more, morel" Suddenly, Norma ceased her pumping and took his face in both of her hands. Staring crazily into his eyes, she clenched and unclenched her cunt muscles. "Feels wonderful, doesn't it?" she asked. "Well, ask one of your little teenage hussies to take you on that trip sometime. See if they can tug at your hard-on with their pussies like that! They can't do it, Denny. I-I can fuck better than any female living! Now fuck me, little boy. Fuck me hard until I give you permission to stop. And don't you dare 'shoot off' until mama tells you to, understand?"

She has really gone out of her head, Denny thought, and this excited him to new heights. "I-I won't," Denny moaned. "Just tell me when and I-I'll try to-to control myself."

Norma ground her pelvis at him harder than ever then. Her legs spread to the breaking point as she lifted her ass up from the cushions, scraping her heavy tummy against his abdomen, her cunt lips pressed hard against his pubic hair. He could tell she wanted to feel every inch of his stiff dick against her inner pleasure hole. Denny felt as if every pore of his swollen rock-hard pole was drinking in her love-fluids, extracting heat from the dripping, gripping cavern, the scalding flesh that squished against his tingling prick. Oddly, he found himself whispering 'Tuck .,. fuck ... fuck" in her ear with each savage thrust. He grunted, too, spearing hard and deep, and his voice and action astonished him. He was a man now ... he was fucking a woman and doing it just the way she wanted it!

But because of his father and sister in the house he had to hold back somewhat. Norma's ecstatic whimpering commands grew louder and shriller, though, and when she began having the good feeling-coming -her hoarse and guttural whispers rose to pleading, breath-whines. "Ohh, Gawd! Give it to me! Fuck me, Denny! Stick my cunt hard, baby! Oh, fuck, fuck fuck! Now... I'm there. Jesss-sssusss!"

Denny felt as if his balls might disintegrate and the top of his head might blow off as the delicious orgasmic current wracked his young, spasming body. Every muscle in his body seemed to go slack as he fired his sperm-felt it rise from the depths of his balls and feather-tickle up his spout and into the waiting and gooey receptacle that was Norma's cunt.

They lay there then, clasped tightly together, spent and gasping. Finally, Norma said, "We took an awful chance doing it here this way, lover. Let's go to our separate rooms quietly now, my sweet. Well arrange to be completely alone other times." She kissed him lovingly, smiling. "And next time we won't have to hold back and be afraid."

Denny withdrew his prick, which was still quite hard, rolled to his side and pulled his undershorts back up. "I-It was the best thing th-that ever happened to me, Norma," he said.

"I wish we could sleep together and do it all night and all day tomorrow," she sighed. "But we have no choice, do we? I hate to leave you, but I must" "I understand," Denny said, the scent of cunt still filling his nostrils. "You're right. We have no choice. I-I love you, Norma."

She told him she loved him, too. Then she hugged him long and hard before she got up and tiptoed off to his father's bed. Denny crossed the room, turned off the TV set, then quickly went to his own room and climbed into bed. Joyce lay very still, breathing steadily, totally unaware of what had transpired. He stared her for a long time, thinking that really his sister was merely a little girl. Not a woman who knew how to fuck but only a little girl. Smiling, he shook his head. He would have guessed that Joyce would have been his first fuck, not Norma. It just went to illustrate that you could never count on anything for certain. Who could have predicted that he would have lost his cherry to a mature and sex-skilled woman?

Denny felt wonderful, marvelous. He had never felt so completely relaxed in his fife, and he was certain that fucking was very good for a man. He would fuck Joyce someday, of course, but she would never know what had happened tonight. He guessed that his virgin sister would be jealous if she knew he'd dicked their father's wife.