tributes to his male fuck-power.
Then, scooting up on her hands and knees, she taught him how to fuck dog-style-the way her own dog, Frederick might fuck-and he gripped her firm, ivory ass harder than necessary and slam-fucked her that way, too. Then, her head low, her ass wagging for 'all of it,' she stared through the bridge of her own legs at his 'bee-uht- eee-fulll balls,' massaging his flesh sack and gazing hypnotically at his slurping entrance and exit, his in-stroke and out-stroke, for a long time before she made him get on top of her again. But not for long, for then she crawled up on top of him and it was most beautiful of all in that position as he clutched her ass and licked at the globes with their erect nipples dangling in his face.
Several times she stopped her violent, rhythmic pumping and leaned far back, holding her perfectly contoured tummy and wiggling her hips and chanting: 'It's all the way up, Denny. Your prick is all the way up in my cunt as far as it will go. Ummm… feel good? Huh? Feel good on that hard, young cock of yours, huh?'
And just when he was certain she might succeed in breaking his cock off-from leaning back so far-she began whimpering in staccato breath-bursts, riding him harder, harder, not threatening to break his hard-on off anymore. He was the fish and she was the fisher-woman all right. She played him skillfully, teaching him everything he had dreamed of since puberty. 'Yes, baby,' she kept murmuring, 'Oh, yes, Yes, yes, my baby-man, honey-man… fuck mama! Fuck her hard, baby-honey-man!' And her lips smothered his face with wet kisses as she rode him like a depraved jockey.
Denny lifted his ass high off the bed with every savage thrust, giving her all she begged for and reveling in his new-found manhood and power, driving his tingling ramrod home again and again until they both reached the peak of excruciating ecstasy. Finally, Norma screamed at the top of her lungs, then collapsed in a twitching heap on top of him, sobbing, shuddering, drooling as she expressed undying gratitude and spoke of him as something sent from heaven to meet her urgent sexual needs.
When it was over, they both glanced at the clock, then showered, laughing as they sudsed each other, but hurrying in order to be dressed and innocent looking for Joyce's return.
Now, as Denny waited for Rex to arrive and pick him and his sister up for tonight's party, Denny concentrated on making his hard-on go away before he had to stand up. It seemed that he had been trying to 'think away' his hard-ons ever since he could remember! Joyce had seen and felt and sucked his hard-on quite often, and of course his father, as a male, would certainly understand a little spontaneous erection, but it struck Denny as 'bad form' to walk around with stiff meat showing below one's belt. Most important, though, he decided, was that-despite sexy Norma-he loved his sister more than any female on earth. Still, when it came down to all- around fucking and sucking he doubted if Norma would get any complaints from any male anywhere.
A car horn sounded from the driveway. Joyce kissed her father, who cautioned her about being a 'good girl' and reminded both of them to get home early. Then, twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of Norman Griswald's house, which sat far back from the road and was surrounded by huge pine trees. His parents had gone to Las Vegas for a week-long vacation, and thus the party at the Griswald house. Norman's parents trusted him completely, which was incredible since every kid in Walden Flats knew he was the biggest fuck-up in the county. In fact, Norman had been planning this beer party since the day his folks had informed him of their planned vacation. They had faith in his maturity, they had told him, and his ability to take care of the house and not let 'strangers' in during their absence.
Rex braked the car to a stop in the Griswald driveway. A moment later, Rex, Ray, Sue, Joyce and Denny were knocking on the front door. Norman opened the door and told them to come in and grab a beer. Norman was tall, almost six feet, with reddish-brown hair, a prominent nose, bad complexion and a high-pitched voice. Yes, he sounded like a child even though he nearly looked adult.
It was 7:30, and already the party was in full swing. Loud music by The Grateful Dead blared from the stereo and everybody lay or sat on the floor drinking bottles and cans of beer. There was Bill Ormsby, handsome in a Steve McQueen sort of way, but with those dark, sneaky eyes. And there was Sherry and the other two girls Denny and Joyce had seen at the movie last week, plus many others they hadn't met. Norman introduced Denny and Joyce to the strangers, then led them into the kitchen. The sink was crammed full of ice and beer cans, and there were two bottles of vodka, partly empty, on the table. Norman opened a can of beer for each of them and then they returned to the living room and sat down on the carpet with the others. Denny felt very adult and excited, and he could tell his sister felt the same way.
Norman explained that they were playing a game like Spin-The-Bottle, only better. A boy would spin a Coke bottle until it pointed at a girl, and then the two of them would go back into the dark master bedroom for five minutes of uninterrupted love-play.
The bottle spun then and the first to be selected were Rex and Sherry. Catcalls and whistles came from the young group as Rex and Sherry disappeared into the bedroom. Some of the youngsters wandered out to the backyard patio and sat sipping their beers and staring up at the stars. Norman was timing Rex and Sherry and would let them know when their five minutes had expired.
Denny was surprised at the way Joyce gulped her beer. She was already looking a bit giddy. As far as he knew, she had drunk beer only once before, last New Year's Eve, and she had passed out that time. She gulped again and again from the can, getting giggly and light-headed. Soon, Bill Ormsby brought two fresh cans and pulled his chair next to hers. She gulped down her beer and accepted the full one.
'I'm a terrific person to give you beer,' Bill said. 'After the way you deserted me in the theater… shoot, things were just beginning to get sexy!'
Joyce giggled. 'Silly, that's why I left,' she said.
Bill offered her a sip of vodka then, and she accepted the lovely, clear liquid, holding it up against the moon to inspect it before pouring some into her beer can. She had never tasted hard liquor before. She took a big gulp and scrunched her face up. She coughed. 'It-It's like fire!' she cried, wondering how her father could drink hard liquor in such huge quantities. It scalded her throat, but she found the spreading warmth that tickled her toes a sensational kick. Suddenly she felt mellow, self-confident, as though the vodka were a magic elixir.
'Yep, you ran away from me,' Bill said, 'to go and neck with your brother. Pretty weird, and not a nice thing to do to a boy who thinks you're sexy as hell.'
She was flattered by Bill's attention, but she denied she and Denny had been necking. Then she added, 'Also, I think only a fink would make an anonymous phone call to 'somebody's parents.'
Bill took a sip of his beer. 'Who called anybody's parents? Besides, would you be angry if I did?'
She sat up straight. 'Angry? Look, my dad gave us holy hell, and he watches us all the time now, like we're freaks or something.'
'Confidentially, I think you are,' Bill said. 'How many girls sit and French kiss with their own brother? I saw Denny's hard-on when the fights went on, so I know it's true.'
Joyce took another sip of her spiked beer and gazed up happily at the moon and the stars. Suddenly she did not feel anger at Bill or anybody. She had never felt so wonderful in her entire life! She felt forgiving, magnanimous.
'Well, did you phone our dad?' she asked, leaning over and pressing her breast lightly against his arm. 'If you did, I'll understand. It's O.K. Honest. Did you?' She was aware that her voice was sounding thick and slightly slurred, the way her father sounded when he'd been drinking.
Bill slipped his arm around her and pulled her to him. 'Yes, I did,' he said. 'Because I was crazy jealous. You're so beautiful and-well, classy, I'm sorry, Joyce. I just got a little nutty. Forgive me?' He kissed her cheek tenderly.
Joyce scowled, then smiled. The alcohol had created an intense glow, and at the moment she could not be angry at anybody for anything. Oddly, she felt flattered that Bill cared enough to do such a nutty thing. 'Very well,' she said. 'I forgive you, but you don't know my father! Don't ever do such a thing again!'
Bill promised, then told her he had looked for her at the theater just that afternoon. 'You weren't there, Joyce,' he said, sighing. 'So I just sat there, bored, all by myself. Would you let me take you to the movie next week?'
With difficulty, Joyce focused her eyes on Bill Ormsby. He was cute, actually, and for the first time she realized the implications of being in love with your own brother. It was eerie. She liked Bill Ormsby now, but she did not want to date him. She realized she didn't want anyone but her brother, and the awful part was that she could not tell him (or anyone) the truth. Yes, she would have to hide and lie and sneak for the rest of her whole life! She was doomed to a lifetime of excuse-making, and eventually people would wonder why she did not date
