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, more!"
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 "Fuck… 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. We'll 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 under shorts 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 life, 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.
CHAPTER 6
Denny trimmed the hedge that fronted the Reardon residence. The Oregon summer sun beat fiercely against his bare back as he snip-snipped away. His sister was over in the shade, working in the flower bed that ran the length of the living room's exterior.
"Look at little Miss Dainty, loafing in the shade," he teased.
Slyly, looking from side to side to be sure nobody was looking, Joyce gave him a brief flash of her middle finger. Denny shook his head disapprovingly at her, scowled, then gave her the finger right back. At breakfast that morning, their father had instructed them to work in the yard. He had said he wanted them to earn the money for their tickets to the movies at the Walden Flats theater that afternoon. Martin Reardon had been hungover and grouchy, and he had reminded his children that he could not afford to be doling out money all summer unless they earned it. Denny didn't mind. Doing chores about the yard was nothing new to him. In San Francisco, he mowed the lawn and trimmed the bushes for his mother all the time.
His father's grumpy mood had annoyed him though. He felt his father was the worst kind of hypocrite. He had to admit also that he resented sharing Norma with this drunken husband who treated such a beautiful woman so shabbily. Even now his father had deserted his wife to go and play golf with his drinking buddies. Norma had obviously been upset by her husband's running off on short notice.
Denny decided to take a break in the shade of the big pine in the front yard. Breathing hard, sweating profusely, he went over and peered in the kitchen window, looking for Norma. As he peered inside, his penis pressed against the air conditioner that moaned as it fought to keep the Reardon house cool inside. Oddly, the vibration from the rectangular, metal air conditioner made his prick tingle all over-all the way down to his balls and rectum.
Wow! I've discovered a new way to come, he thought. He was certain nobody else had ever thought of using an artificial device for such a purpose. He felt certain he could have an orgasm if he continued to press his cock and balls against the shaking air conditioner!
"Joyce!" he called out. "Hey, come here quick! I got something to show you. Oh, wow!"
Joyce dropped her hand tool, stood up and came over to her brother. Denny stepped aside, then pushed his sister's ass so that her cunt rested against the air conditioner. When her face slackened and her mouth dropped open, he grinned and held his crotch with his hands.
"Doesn't that feel groovy, sis?" he asked, winking.
Grinning back at him, she pretended to fuck the metal unit. Grasping both sides of the thing, to increase the pressure against her clitoris, she moaned. "Whew, it feels great!" she cried. "A-a girl could really come with this thing," she gasped in amazement. "Umm, does it ever feel good. I wish it had a long thing hanging out-like a boy's pecker. Lotsa fun and you wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant!"
Denny said, "Go ahead and come, sis. Yeah, go ahead. I'll wait, and then I'll take a turn."
Joyce went on humping the air conditioner, her eyes blinking rapidly as if waiting for her climax to happen. But just then Norma came from the back of the house, walking down the driveway. The sight of her and his memory from last night made Denny's breath come fast. Joyce saw her coming too and discreetly backed away from the air conditioner.