Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

"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.

"Damn it!" she spat, disappointment and frustration written all over her face. "I could have come in another few seconds. Damn it, I know I could!"

Without saying a word (she was still angry about Martin Reardon leaving to play golf), Norma proceeded down the driveway to the mailbox. In a moment, she returned waving an open letter in her hand. Denny watched her tits bounce as she hurried to them.

Before she reached them, she yelled, "Denny, Joyce! Gotta surprise for you."

She was out of breath as she trotted to a halt. "My daughter is flying in from Chicago to spend part of her vacation with us," she said, excited. "Oh, I'm simply delighted. I haven't seen Denise in almost a year. You'll like her, I know. She's a bit older than you. She's quite sophisticated and a very worldly girl of seventeen, but the three of you should have great fun together."

Norma stared at the letter, reading eagerly. Oh, next year she'll be attending the University of Chicago," Norma said, clutching the letter to her chest. "Marvelous news-just wonderful. My little girl is going to be just fine. I'm so happy."

There were tears in Norma's eyes as she returned to the house. Denny had seen pictures of Norma's daughter, who was indeed a very sexy and good-looking chick. Her father, Norma's first husband, was a big shot in the broadcasting business there. Denny glanced at his wrist watch, then at Joyce. Her sexy mood had definitely passed. She just shook her head.

"We better get going if we're gonna make it to the theater by one-thirty," Denny said.

He and Joyce quickly finished their yard work, then left hastily for the Walden Flats Theater.

The Walden Flats Theater on a Saturday afternoon looked a little like a rock concert. Teenagers from the surrounding rural area converged en masse on the rustic building in the middle of the slightly unkept Town Square. They came not so much to see the movie, but rather to gather with their own age group. Denny and Joyce parked and locked their bicycles, located Rex, Sue and Ray standing in line, and Rex sneaked them in front of him. They stood waiting then, slowly inching forward toward the box office.

Joyce saw Rex whisper something in Denny's ear, and then the two of them said they would be back soon and walked down to Sherman's Pharmacy. She wondered what they might want there, and then she remembered and smiled.

Inside the drugstore, Rex pointed at Mrs. Sherman's helper, the hunch-shouldered and weird-looking, Ben Krump, who stood eyeing them from behind the prescription counter. Mrs. Sherman worked behind the soda fountain.

"Just go over and ask him." Rex whispered. "Hand him the money secretly and ask him. Go ahead."

Denny was nervous but he obeyed. Ben took the money slyly and handed him the pack of rubbers Mrs. Sherman hadn't seen a thing. It went like clock-work.

Outside, with the pack of rubbers in his pocket Denny felt totally adult. He hoped Ben Krump wasn't stealing from Mrs. Sherman, though. He mentioned this to Rex, who just shrugged and said that Ben had once been in a penitentiary somewhere. He didn't know what for, and it was just a rumor, he said. But he guessed Ben probably kept the money.

Back in front of the theater they got in line again and minutes later they bought their tickets and sat down in the cool darkness to wait for the picture begin. Everywhere, boys and girls their own age were already pairing up with partners to kiss and fondle once the lights went out. Denny had never seen anything like it. His balls tingled as he watched, thinking about all the cocks and cunts and tits that would soon be seeing "action" once the lights went out. He scanned the big room eagerly, he and Rex stuffing their mouths with popcorn.

Sue said, "Why don't you guys look around? Find some new pussy, huh? Hey!" she said to her brother "there's Julie, the one you once fucked, Rex."

Rex studied the red-haired Julie. "Yeah," he said "and she's got some friends with her. Come on, guys. Let's go and get us some finger-fuckin', huh?"

Denny didn't want to leave his sister alone. Somehow the thought of other boys' paws on her tits or pussy distressed him.

Sue sensed his reluctance and said, "You go on now, Denny. Don't you worry. I'll watch after li'l Joyce."

Just as the boys reached Julie and friends the coming attractions came on the screen. As though by command, Julie and her two friends separated, making a place for each of the boys beside them. Ray's and Rex's arms immediately went around the girls beside them. Denny put his arm around the girl beside him, too. She was pretty all right, he decided, with good tits, dimples in her rosy cheeks and almost perfect teeth. "My name's Sally," she said. "Who are

Denny squeezed her arm and her head nestled instantly between his head and shoulder. "Denny," he said, "and you sure are a pretty girl, Sally."

Sally was a veteran for sure. She didn't waste any time! "As a newcomer, Denny, I better clue you in," she said. "Watch out for the usherette with her flashlight. Other than that, we kin do anything we want. Here… I'll put my long-sleeved sweater over your lap, Denny."

Sally giggled then, wrinkling her nose and ran her fingernail up and down his leg. Her hand slid up and gave his erection a squeeze. "Nice," she said. "You kin take it out in a little while, and-" She broke off then and put his free hand against her tits. She didn't wear a bra and her tit was nice and firm in his hand. Denny kissed her cheek, starting to make an approach. Instantly, she turned her head to him and engulfed his lips with hers. She drove her tongue deep into his mouth, frenching like mad.

Puzzled, Denny found her aggressiveness a slight turn-off, but his prick stood hard and ready and he managed to overcome his reluctance. They went on French-kissing, rubbing titties and prick, imitating the other two couples.

Denny could not remember attending a theater where nobody made the slightest pretense of watching the movie. It was strange but thrilling. Robert Redford was up there on the screen, but nobody really knew what the hell he was doing. Pussies and titties and cocks took precedence over good guys and bad guys and corny, sexless love scenes. It seemed to Denny that the Walden Flats Theater was nothing but a giant whorehouse for teenagers!

Somehow, though, Denny found himself worrying more about his sister than scoring with the sex-frenzied Sally. She was blowing in his ear now and whispering: "You got a swell wanger, Denny. Keep my sweater over your lap and I'll jerk you off. You kin finger my cunt, too."