Both Daddy and My Dog is a story about next door neighbors who decide to spice up their dull lives with a little illicit sex. Harry Putz is a balding, middle-age beer drinker who dreams about the beautiful young thing next door, Suzy Sasse, whose mother is already a sexually liberated woman. Harry's wife Mabel nags her husband so much even their daughter, Cissy, notices. The girl suggests her mother would improve matters by reinteresting Harry in marital relations, which she does by dressing up in her honeymoon outfit and attacking her drunken husband who is at the time dreaming about the girl next door. A curious Cissy watches through the keyhole, falling through the door into the bedroom during her parents' finale. From then on both Putzes and Smiths embark on all kinds of sexual activities, including Harry's achieving the impossible dream of all married, middle-aged men, deflowering a beautiful, stacked teenager, the same girl later falling victim to her new stepfather's sadistic desires, the two teenaged girls vying for one another's boy friends and a culminating orgy during which sassy Suzy has her comeuppance.
Basically, however, the book is about emerging sexual awareness, both by the two young girls and their parents. The former, at first shocked and even repulsed by apparently "unnatural" sexual practices, eventually grow to enjoy them. The latter, having fallen into the doldrums of middle-aged sex, find a way to recapture their ribald youth. Together, they bridge the generation gap with a weird variety of entangling alliances that will leave the reader gasping.
The book also promotes the idea that sex can be both dirty and fun, and funny. A sense of humor is necessary to enjoy sex, it is surmised, just as it is needed to enjoy life. Unlike many erotic works, this one avoids the dull repetition of sex scenes and nauseum. Instead it gives the reader a welcome comic relief in between sessions, just as one is needed in real life. Miss Foster believes in portraying a variety of sexual practices that represent more an escape from reality than a mere reflection of it. Why, she argues, should not a sex book amuse as well as entertain? Peruse this lurid tome and see if you don't agree, because this book should be able to titillate the most jaded of porno readers.
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CHAPTER ONE
Suzy Sasse felt sorry for her neighbor. Poor Mister Putz seemed to be the most henpecked man she knew. His wife Mabel was always picking on him, complaining constantly because he preferred his friends' company to hers. Who wouldn't? Mabel was a slob. Maybe she was pretty once, but those days were long gone. Strong drink and a starchy diet had turned her into an ugly sow. It was a wonder he still stayed with her, she was such a mess. Most likely it was due to their daughter, a spoiled little snot who always sided with her mother, that he endured the constant abuse Mabel heaped upon him. That he didn't haul off and deck her was some kind of miracle. A lesser man would have left such a sinking ship years ago, but not Harry. Perhaps he liked to suffer, or maybe it had something to do with his masculinity. Despite his forty years, paunch and bald spot, Harry was amazingly virile. He still had his football shoulders, running-back legs and forearms capable of precision passing. Few young bucks, no matter how tough, would dare block his path. He had a way of looking at you that sent shivers down your spine. Harry was definitely a ballsy, if henpecked, guy, and Suzy wished her boyfriends could be half the man he was.
Harry Putz sat sipping a cold Hamm's on his front porch swing. Alternately he studied yesterday's sports page and the girl next door. Suzy Sasse had to be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen mow a lawn. He wished she'd come do his, just so he could watch her work. Pretty as she was poised, she looked even better in motion. Due to constant exercise, she had a body second to none. Betty Grable's legs palled by comparison, as did Marilyn Monroe's mammalia. She had a supple little torso that seemed built for bed. She was everything Mabel was not. Maybe Mabel had it once, but that was too far back to remember. Now she was a complaining pig, and that's what counted. If only she didn't drink so much, he decided, taking another sip of beer, or eat so many pizzas and potatoes, she might look okay, but she'd still be a bitch. Glancing at Godzilla heading his way, he wished he'd shit-canned her years ago. She and her awful daughter were all that stood in his way to happiness. Without them, he might be able to live again. As it was, he felt like he were serving a life sentence for statutory rape. If only he had used a rubber fifteen years and nine months ago he might still be a free man instead of a prisoner of lust.
"HARRY PUTZ, QUIT LOOKING AT THAT GIRL LIKE THAT! YOU DIRTY OLD MAN, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!" bellowed Mabel from behind him with such volume he spilled his beer all over the sports page.
"For chrissakes, Mabel, now see what you've made me do." He mopped up the spilt Hamm's with the rest of the newspaper, again earning her enmity.
"Ruin the newspaper before I even get a chance to read it," she humphed, her arms crossed in a show of stubborness.
"You act as though it were my fault," he retorted, shaking beer off his sweat shirt.
"It is. You know better than to drink beer. It makes you fat."
"You're one to talk."
"Whaddaya mean by that?"
"You know what I mean, or are you ignoring your little problem with the bottle again?"
"You would bring that up. You're the type. So I've got my weakness. Sure I like to take a nip now and then, but that's better than making eyes at little girls. Believe me, if Suzy's daddy were alive and knew what you were doing, Harry Putz, he'd come right over here and punch you in the nose. In fact, I've half a mind to hit you myself." She raised her right arm threateningly, making him wince. "Why, that girl can't be any older than our Cissy. What kind of a man are you? Pretty soon you'll be doing perverted things to our daughter, if you haven't already."
"Honest to God, Mabel, I haven't done a damn thing. All I've been doing is reading the sports page, when you come in here screaming like crazy and make me spill my beer."
"Don't swear at me, you dirty-minded man. Don't you come near me, or I'll call the cops."
"Oh, Christ, you've been drinking again, haven't you?" He shook his head in disgust.
"Don't you dare use the Lord's name in vain! You'll rot in hell for what you done, just you see!"
"God's sake, Mabel, I haven't done anything, unless drinking beer is some kind of sin."
"There you go again, using God's name in vain."
"Oh, fuck God, anyway, what has He got to do with this?" Harry knew he shouldn't have said this as soon as he said it, for it turned Mabel livid, but at least it shut her up. Nothing like shock treatment to deal with a crazy woman. He wondered if he ought not further provoke, and then commit her. Serve the bitch right to stick her away in an asylum where she could be with her own kind. Only if he irked her any more she might get violent, and he didn't want to die before seeing the football game this afternoon. Best wait until a more opportune moment, he mused, gritting his teeth to keep from saying something he'd regret.
Mabel looked at her miscreant husband as if he were the Devil himself, slowly shaking her frowzy head at his sinfulness. Her thin lips pressed together in a pout, she stood arms akimbo glowering down at him. What a worthless bum he is. Serves him right for seducing me before the age of consent, the sex-crazy bastard. Maybe Daddy was right, we should have sent him to jail, the way he forced me against my will in the back seat of his Ford. If he hadn't plied me with that cheap wine, I'd never have submitted to his dirty desires. Funny, but after all these years I can still taste that Tokay. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have a reason to drink. He mint my life, the lazy sex maniac. I told my pa he was going to be a big-time professional football player, but then the bum got drunk at our wedding reception, fell down and broke his leg. Ever since he's blamed me for putting a stop to his career when all the time it was his fault, not mine. But he never was man enough to take the blame, or admit his shortcomings.
"Well, Mabel, don't just look at me that way. Surely you had a reason for coming out here other than to tell me I'm a sex maniac. You tell me that every time I take you to bed."
"No more you won't. Any man who would take God's name in vain and think dirty thoughts about a fifteen-year-old girl doesn't deserve to enjoy my body."
Enjoy? More like endure. Going to bed with Mabel is like making love to a garbage truck. She's that big, and smelly. I bet she hasn't washed her cunt in years. Mabel's the kind of female that makes you appreciate Mother Thumb and her four daughters.
"Just what is it you want me to do, other than quit fucking you, which is no great loss."
"You can always beat off, that's about your speed," she sneered.
"Tsk, tsk, such language to be used" by a lady."
"I ain't no lady, nor are you a gentleman. We're just a couple of hicks who had to get married."
"Speak for yourself, farmer's daughter. I happen to be able to read and write."
"For all the good it does you. You're still just a sweathog for Roto Rooter."
"I happen to make good money."
"Yeah, for a sweathog."
"You should talk. All you ever do is eat, drink and make eyes at the milkman. At least I work for a living."
"Big deal! Here I work my fingers to the bone keeping this place clean, picking up after you and doing your laundry, not to mention raising our daughter in a house with a man who reads Playboy."
"It has some very good articles."
"Yes, and pictures of nekked women. That's what you're interested in. I've seen you unfolding the center section, oogling those shameless hussies."
"You should be glad I'm a normal red-blooded American male. I could be a nancy boy, you know."
"Sometimes I wonder if you aren't, the way I see you flexing your muscles in front of the mirror."
"Let's quit arguing, okay? Now, do you want me for something, or don't you?"
Mabel pointed toward the kitchen. "Get in there and carry out the garbage before it takes over the house. I told you last night to do it, but of course you didn't."
"Do what?" He smiled.
"Carry out the trash. Cripes, but you got a dirty mind."
"Don't you? I see the way you look at Cissy's boyfriend."
"Lance? Why he could be my own son. In fact, I wish he were. There's a boy who's going places. Already he's got offers from several colleges for football scholarships, and he ain't even graduated yet."
"So did I when I was his age, and where did it get me?"
"You could have become something if it weren't for your obsession with sex. Think of how many times you cut football practice so you could be with me."
"And think of how I had to quit school so I could support you and the kids. That's what ruined me, not the broken leg or cutting practice. I was one hotshot halfback, and if it hadn't been for bad luck, I'd have become All American, maybe even All Pro."
"Hah! You blame everything on bad luck, even when you can't get it up."
"If you'd make yourself more desirable, Mabel, I might get interested more often."
"What makes you think you're such hot stuff anyway? Why, I get better offers than you from the milkman, not to mention vacuum cleaner salesmen."
"Yes, they're about your speed."
"Carry out the garbage, and don't give me any more lip if you know what's good for you."
"You don't scare me a bit, woman," he sneered, rising to his full six feet.
"Oh, yeah?" She picked up the broom she'd been using and proceeded to beat on his overgrown crew-cut with great force, flailing away at his bald spot like the crazy woman she was. Watching the scene from next door, Suzy really began to feel sorry for poor Harry. He really was getting the short end of the stick from Mabel, who had to be the bitch of all bitches. With her temper, she belonged in the roller derby, she really did.
Avoiding her broom, Harry skirted inside and accidentally stepped on the cat, which hissed and spat. "Everybody in this house hates me," he muttered, making his way to the kitchen. There, garbage was stacked twice as high as the waste basket. Rather than make two trips, however, Harry decided to try to carry it all at once, unsuccessfully, spilling trash across the floor. Hearing the clatter of beer cans on linoleum, Mabel came running.
"You idiot, look what you've done to my beautiful floor, and I just waxed it!" she screamed, her booming voice echoing off oilcloth walls.
Harry wisely held his tongue as he attempted to pick up the mess. The sticky stuff spread on the floor reminded him of times he'd barfed, which didn't make it any easier, nor did Mabel's continuing to nag him about what a loser husband he was.
"I don't know why I ever married you, I coulda done lots better."
"You were pregnant, remember?" he couldn't help interject as he scooped up coffee grounds with his hand.
"Serves you right for forcing me to submit to your base desires."
"Serves me right?" he laughed. "And as for forcing you, as I recall you practically begged me to get into your pants.
"How dare you say such things about your wife?"
"You weren't my wife then." He chuckled, and received a rolling pin on the ear for his impertinence.
"Confound it, woman, you could've killed me with this thing." He picked up the rolling pin and tucked it under his arm, announcing, "You pick up this mess, I'm going to Freddy's Bar to watch the game." Only when she was safely out of range did he drop the pin.
"So you're going to leave me all alone again on Saturday afternoon?" she said with a martyred tone, but Harry was steeled against it.
"Damn it, woman," he said, putting down the pin as he grabbed his pork pie hat, which he wore to hide his bald spot, "I don't work my balls off all week long just soV I can come home on weekends to hear you bitch. Nobody wants to be around someone that gripes as much as you do."
"How dare you talk to me like that!" she thundered.
Freedom was only a few steps away, and Harry wasn't about to turn around to defend himself. He bolted out the front door as if he were avoiding a tackier, but as it slammed shut he could hear Mabel weeping. Reluctantly, he reversed direction and went back inside to rectify matters.
"Now, now, girl," he soothed, cradling her frizzy head against his stout chest, "I'm sorry I made you mad, honest I am."
"You are?" She looked up at him through tear-stained eyes, then hugged him fiercely. "Oh, you do still love me, you do!"
"You know I do, baby, just please don't snot on my sweatshirt, okay? Come on, I gotta get going." He pried himself loose from her embrace and sprinted down the sidewalk toward Freddy's.
He had gone no more than a few yards when he was hailed from the sidelines by Suzy, whose power mower had quit.
"I've tried everything, and it just won't start," she said through beestung lips, gesturing toward the engine.
Mesmerized by the nipples of her unbrassiered mammaries, which stared at him through a tight, sweaty T-shirt, Harry paused for a moment to enjoy the view, then offered assistance. Dropping to his knees, he studied the situation and found it enticing. God but this girl's got gorgeous gams, he mused while fiddling with the choke. Those hot pants sure don't leave much to the imagination. Why they're so snug, I can see the outline of her snatch.
"Is something the matter, Mister Putz?" she asked, noticing the way he seemed transfixed by her crotch.
"Oh, no, Miss Suzy, everything's just fine," he replied slowly, his eyes enjoying her delicious, shapely ankles. Was there anything about this girl that wasn't perfect, he wondered, wishing he had more time to study her before the game started. She seemed flawless from head to foot. He bet her cunt didn't stink like Mabel's either.
"Do you think you can fix it?" She bent over to see what he was doing, accidentally brushing one of her boobs against his cheek.
He wanted to take a bite, but somehow refrained. God, but her tit felt good. Harry stole another glance at her crotch and felt a stirring in his. This girl was too good to be true. She had restored his faith in the female race, and rekindled feelings reserved usually only for the Playmate of the Month. Suzy was that sexy, and more.
"I've yanked on this thing until my arm is sore."
"What thing?" he asked, savoring the double entendre.
"The rope, silly. What did you think I meant?" A slight giggle from down in her throat brought back his adolescence, of what it meant to explore sex for the first time. A virgin's giggle, of that he was sure. Hearing it, he retreated into masculine, adult authority. His voice took on a deeper tone as he firmly wrapped his thick fingers around the rubber handle and told her to stand back. One fierce yank from his steely forearm and the motor was roaring. A few adjustments later and he had it purring.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Mister Putz!" In her enthusiasm she kissed his whiskery cheek.
"Guess I need a shave, huh?" He felt his chin, maintaining a super masculine posture.
"Oh, no, I think it's sexy. I know I shouldn't say this, Mister Putz, but just then when I kissed you it-it...."
"Yes, my child, don't be afraid. After all, we are neighbors, and your daddy, bless his dear departed soul, was one of my best friends."
"Well," she blushed, her bright eyes briefly downcast, "It made me feel all kinda tingly, but good."
"Naughty girl, having thoughts like that," he chided, touching his greasy fingertip to her cute button nose. "Why, I'm old enough to be your father, and surely you've heard Mabel say what a no good bum I am. Why, right now I'm off to get drunk with the boys."
"As well you should! A hard working man needs to relax with his friends now and then."
"Why doesn't Mabel ever sound like you?" he lamented, smiling broadly.
"Or my boyfriends like you. High school boys are so juvenile. I like you better, you're all grown up."
"They will be, too, in time."
"But I don't want to wait." She shot him a glance that was positively illegal.
"Now, now, little girl, I'm a married man and more than twice your age. Besides, I might be a monster that'll eat you alive!" He growled for emphasis, mugging as he made his way back toward the sidewalk.
"Go ahead, try!" She arched her back to better offset her ice-cream-scoop boobies, stopping him in his tracks. "You like?" she said, describing the outline of her breasts with her fingertips.
"More than you can imagine," he said, reaching in his pocket. His right hand produced a dime, which he tossed to her. "Call me when you turn eighteen, then maybe I'll be interested. Right now I want to stay out of jail and see my football game." He briefly doffed his hat as he backed away from her beauty.
"Chicken!" She taunted in a loud adolescent voice.
"I am not, and don't talk so loud."
"Aw, nobody can hear over the mower. Oh, by the way, could you stop by later and fix our washing machine? Mom would sure appreciate it."
"I'D try, but I can't promise. Mabel always wants me to take her bowling on Saturday night, so I'm not sure I can make it." His eyes again feasted on her protruding nipples, and she knew it.
Quickly covering her breasts, she kidded, "Why, Mister Putz, you should be ashamed of yourself, looking like you just did at a girl who could be your daughter. Tsk, tsk!"
Looking to see Mabel wasn't around, Harry smiled sheepishly and tripped backwards over the lawnmower. His big form was sent sprawling onto the grass. Suzy rushed to his assistance, bending down to give him a hand and a view down the front of her T-shirt that brought the fire back into his eyes.
"I gotta get outa here before I do something I'll regret," he muttered, freeing himself from her grasp. "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong, Suzy, I really am, but beer makes me act funny sometimes." He took off like a goosed gazelle, leaving her with a quizzical look on her beestung lips.
"Well, thanks for fixing the mower, I really appreciate it, Harry." She waved goodbye, amazed a man his age could run so fast. He must really be in shape, she mused as she watched his huge form disappear down the sidewalk. He ran as if he were headed for a touchdown instead of Freddy's Bar and Grill.
Once at the bar Harry had a hard time keeping his mind on the game. Suzy's ripe young body kept flashing across his mind's eye, along with illegal delicious things to do with it. God, I gotta get that girl outa my mind, he thought while finishing his fifteenth Hamm's. Before I do something I'll regret. Why she's no older than my Cissy, though you'd never know it the way she's built like a brick shithouse. God but I'd like to get into her, I bet she's got a pussy like greased silk. Oh, how great it'd be to have her little legs wrapped around my head. Um, um, but she's a luscious piece of tail. She's everything Mabel isn't.
And Friendly. Not false friendly like a cocktail waitress who only wants your money, but friendly friendly. Unspoilt, that's what she is. She has got to be a virgin. No girl who's been screwed could be so fresh. Still, there was her smile, it sure did radiate sex. I bet she's just a tease, but you never know. Although I'd sure as hell like to fuck her if it weren't for the consequences. No pussy, no matter how nice, is worth going to jail for, though hers just might be.
She sure seemed curious about sex, but then most girls her age are. Mabel sure as hell was, which was why I had to get married, damn it. But I have to admit it was sorta fun busting her cherry in the back seat of my old man's Ford. Sure had a helluva time getting rid of that stain, her red badge of courage as she called it. Mabel was sure a hot piece back then, though she sure ain't now. He ordered another draft, cursing his fat wife. Damn her anyway, she sure did complicate his life. If she weren't around, he might be able to enjoy life instead of suffering through it. All she ever did was eat, drink and bitch, which hardly makes for a fun sex partner. Even in bed she complained so much it was hardly worth mounting her, except in desperation. Lately he'd had to be drunk before contemplating it. The more he drank the better Mabel looked, but never would she look as good as Suzy. Nobody could look as good as Suzy, who was the best there is. The more he drank the more he wanted to screw that girl, no matter what the consequences. His sixteenth Hamm's draft came and he drank it down in a single savage gulp, then ordered another. God how I want to fuck that girl, he reflected, then let loose with an enormous burp that echoed across the bar.
CHAPTER TWO
Sweaty and grass stained, Suzy went inside to shower. She had to get ready for her heavy date with Lance Boyle tonight, a prospect she contemplated with considerable qualms. For handsome as Lance was, he was also very much his father's son. Arthur "POP" Boyle was the coach of the high school football team on which his son served as quarterback. The two were so much a-like they were more like brothers than father and son. Every time Lance talked to her it was like getting a pep talk. Maybe he was the most popular boy in school, but to Suzy he was beginning to be a bore. Straight arrow as they come, he belonged to DeMolay and was president of the Student Council. Constantly he warned her about the dangers of dope and alcohol at the same time she was beating him off. "The goddamned hypocrite," she muttered, making her way toward the bathroom. "Why can't I get me a real man instead of the kind of boy any father would be proud to have?" She moaned to the mirror. Lance is like a forty-five-year-old man in his thinking, while Harry, in spite of his years, somehow has held onto his youth. I bet he's great in bed, too, with all that experience under his belt. I don't know what he sees in his wife, she's such a pig. He's far too good for the likes of her. That's what happens to a man who marries at an early age, before he reaches his peak. He gets stuck with a girl who never grows up. Mabel, instead of maturing gracefully like my Mom, has just gone downhill. Poor Harry, he deserves better than her, he deserves me.
Tearing off her sweaty T-shirt, Suzy surveyed her reflected bare boobs in the mirror. Not many girls her age were built like she was. Most of them were flat as pancakes. But Suzy had matured early, having been bothered by boys since she was twelve. However, in spite of all these adolescent attentions, she remained a virgin. And here I am almost sixteen, she lamented as she undid the snaps of her faded levis. They fell to the floor and clustered about her well-turned ankles. She kicked them into the corner, cursing her plaguing purity. Why wasn't Lance man enough to deflower her? God knows he had the equipment for it, being hung like a horse. Perhaps he was afraid of pussy, fearful of making her pregnant. He sure did change the subject fast every time she brought it up. Maybe he liked being masturbated by her better than mounting her. She could see why, all he had to do was lie back and she did all the work. The lazy bastard, I'm tired of him having all the fun while I get steamed up and frustrated. Damn if I'll whack him off unless he at least promises to eat me. I hear that's terrific, but Lance would probably complain that it gives him cavities or ruins him for football or some other stupid excuse. Sometimes I wonder if he isn't queer, he spends so much time showering with the boys and talking about team spirit. I sure am bored with all his talk about football and public affairs. Hell, he's worse than television that way. I'm beginning to see why Mom went off with that greasy dago car salesman this weekend. Maybe he isn't so respectable, but he looks like he'd be great in bed. Wops are supposed to be wonderful that way, I've heard.
Heard, that's the story of my life! When will I ever know what it's like to be laid? I could wait until doomsday before Lance gets man enough to lay me. If he tells me one more time how he respects me too much to attempt such a thing, I think I'll haul off and hit him, I really do. She tugged at the elastic band of her panties, slithering out of them as she turned on the radio. Nothing like a little rock music to put me in the mood, she mused, baring her silky blonde puff. Any man would have to be out of his mind not to want to fuck me, he really would, she decided, gazing at her reflected nubile nakedness. Even sweaty I'm sensational. I bet Harry would be man enough to help me lose my virginity. Maybe I'll just seduce him sometime, it'd serve Mabel right for being such a bitch. I bet he's got a big cock, he looks like the type. Bet he knows how to use it, too.
Inspired by these salacious thoughts and the music, she began doing a bump and grind in front of the mirror. Someday she'd do the same for Harry, at least he'd appreciate it. Lance would tell her to put her clothes on, as nice girls didn't do such things. To hell with being a nice girl! Naughty ones have more fun, they really do. Her mind's eye conjured up images of an audience of stiff-cocked men applauding her every move. Maybe I should be a go-go girl when I get older, at least then I'd get the masculine attention I deserve. Yeah, that could be fun, even if it isn't respectable. "To hell with being respectable!" She proclaimed to the mirror, smiling wickedly. "Suzy, old girl," she said to her raw reflection, "From now on you're going to have you some fun, no matter what the consequences. Maybe I am only fifteen and a half, but I've got what it takes to please a man, I really do." And she did.
Stepping into the shower, she stole one last glance at her naked self in the mirror and saw all her exercises had paid off. She easily had the best body in her class, maybe even in high school. Her skin was clear from frequent saunas and sun, her tummy flat from tumbling and her boobs big like they should be.
The water came pouring out cold onto her unprotected beauty. Goosebumps covered her naked flesh until she fought her way through the icy onslaught to find the hot water handle. Somehow it felt good to take a cold shower. It invigorated her spiritually and made her feel tingly all over. Not unlike when Lance kissed her, only better. Lance wasn't the best kisser in the world, especially when he got excited. Then he began to slobber and lose control. A real man, she'd heard, never loses control. She was sure Harry wouldn't. Any man who could keep from killing Mabel had the kind of self control it took to be a great lover.
She had to be careful who she picked for her first lover, she decided while adjusting the water temperature, else she might queer her entire love life. Lance with his bumbling might already have done that. It's about time I dumped that guy, it really is. He's such a Goody Goody, it makes me sick. I want me a man who's a man, not just an overgrown boy. Maybe Lance can catch a pass, but he sure doesn't know how to make one.
Lathering her large breasts with soap, she imagined Harry's strong hands caressing them, holding her tight, spreading wide her thighs, kissing her hotly on the lips, kissing her hotly on the cunt, thrusting his hot stiff tongue deep into her throbbing slit, thrusting his hot huge cock into her grateful womb. Oh, how wonderful it would be to be mounted by a man, to moan like her mother did when that greasy dago got going! She began to lather herself fiercely as lascivious thoughts raced through her virgin mind. It was time to become a woman, she decided, it really and truly was. Overtime. She was due for dick, overdue. As for the danger of pregnancy, forget it. She hadn't swiped those pills from her mother for nothing. I just hope I read the directions right, she reflected, trying to remember if she took one last night.
Her shower finished, she dried herself with a coarse terry cloth. Spirited rubbing of her skin increased her circulation, brought blood to the surface and desire surging through her loins, as did the heady beat of the hard rock. To heighten her exhilaration, she danced naked around the house pretending men's eyes were upon her as she played the part of shameless hussy to the hilt. In the kitchen she made herself a bloody Mary, drank it and made another. The booze made her feel good, uninhibited. She wished she had some grass to go with it, maybe even a little acid, at least speed. Then she remembered Mother's Little Helpers and went running to the medicine cabinet. Mom's diet pills, how could I have forgot them? She popped a few in her mouth and washed them down with her drink. Soon her mind began to spin from the combined effects of amphetamine and alcohol on her system. She started to feel giddy, carefree and sexually aroused as the great hot rush of speed made itself felt. She affected lascivious postures in front of the bathroom mirror, then ran and jumped on her mother's bed. Gazing upward, she looked at her naked charms reflected in the overhead mirror the dago had given her mother after their first date and saw why he'd given it to her. Her mind conjured up images of interlocked bodies as she writhed wantonly on the bed. If only a man were here to mount her, dislodge that damn maidenhead and then proceed to satisfy her in the most prolonged fashion with his hot, huge, greasy dick. Closing her eyes, she could see it plunging into her cunt as its owner breathed heavily upon, and occasionally bit into, her soft white shoulder. How wonderful it was all going to be! If only Harry were here now when she needed him most. Her body aching with balked lust, she began caressing herself in a shameless fashion. Fondling her tiny rosebud nipples, she soon had them erect and eager. Her breasts were bursting with sexual desire, her pussy pulsating with need for prick. Why am I forced to satisfy myself in such a degrading fashion? she lamented, while letting her right hand work its way downward on her delicious torso, toward the blonde tuft that had not yet been penetrated by penile flesh. When would she be rid of the organic burden blocking her way to sexual happiness? She began to cry as once again she fell into the onanistic pit. Her index finger found her damp slit and she knew she couldn't stop. Her need was too great to forbear from finger frigging, no matter how degrading the practice. Besides, all girls did it, though few would admit it. She worked her labia into a lather, manipulating her muff to the beat of a song sung by the black man on the radio. Someday she'd have one of them too, she'd heard they were really hung. Oh how good it'd feel to have a big black dick prodding her pussy instead of only the end of her lily white fingertip. As her sexual arousal grew, Suzy's face became flushed and her skin bathed in a sheen of sweat. Seeing herself writhe in the overhead mirror magnified her self-induced lust until it became almost unbearable. Her tingling little pubic mound began to undulate against her finger, pretending it was the prick it wanted so badly. If only a man were here to take that delving digit's place, but there wasn't. The petal-like lips parted to welcome the fast-moving finger, suppurating wildly as Suzy neared climax. Sweet tremors signalled that sexual release was near, and she began to moan uncontrollably as electric thrills shot through her body. Saliva dripped from her lips as she felt herself start to cum. It wouldn't be much longer before she was in ecstasy. She added another hand to help speed the process. Her slit felt on fire she was so excited. Oh, God, forgive me for what I'm doing but pleeease help me cum, pleeease! she mused, while massaging her gooey privates with a frenzy of fingering. Her solo sex act was nearing its finale. Feeling her first sweet spasm, she cried out with glee. Soon others would follow, soon....
The doorbell rang, interrupting her ribald reverie. Damn that doorbell! she cursed, reluctantly withdrawing two hands from between her parted thighs. Quickly she put on her mother's robe and marched to answer the door. Probably the goddamn paper boy, collecting. She yanked open the door with such force it almost came off its hinges and saw the tall handsome figure of Lance, who had, he explained, stopped off on his way home from football practice to see what she wanted to do tonight.
"I don't know about tonight, but I know what I want to do now," she announced, tugging at his belt. "Come on inside and I'll show you what I mean."
"B-But your mother," he protested.
"Is out of town." She held fast to his belt, dragging him toward the bedroom.
"B-But, Suzy, I'm all sweaty from football practice," he whined, wondering what was in store for him.
And I'm all sweaty from fingering myself, she almost said, but decided it would have shocked him too much. Poor Lance, I'm afraid he's in over his head, she sighed, vowing to see if he could rise to the occasion.
Once in the bedroom, Lance balked. "Look, I gotta get home, girl, I can't stay. Mom's making me dinner. I'm expected. Please don't do that, Suzy," he half protested as she ran her fingertips up and down his fly. Out popped his prick, all pink and long and stiff. Suzy's soft white hand encircled his swelling shaft, which trembled under her fingertips. Deciding to be daring, she briefly pressed her lips to his smelly foreskin.
"Oh, God but that feels good!" he cried out, covering his eyes to avoid the evil sight. "Please don't stop, please make me cum, please!" He dug his nails into the bed to brace himself for the coming orgasm.
Seeing him thus, Suzy quickly withdrew her lips from his prick. "Oh, no you don't. You're not getting off so easy. I've beat you off God knows how many times and not once have you eaten my pussy. Either you do or I don't go out with you again."
"What!" Lance sat bolt upright on the bed, staring simultaneously at his stiff prick and the saucy girl demanding he sully his lips on her slit. "Never would I do such a filthy thing, never!" he vowed, his arms crossed in a show of defiance.
"Oh, yeah?" She briefly looked up at him, then loosened the robe to give him a glimpse of her breasts. "Unless you do, buster, no more hand jobs, unless of course you want to beat yourself off." She knew that would get his goat, and it did.
"Whaddaya mean by that crack?" he said sanctimoniously, his cheeks blushing with masturbatory shame.
"This thing doesn't have a groove in it for nothing." She smiled, snapping her fingers at his bobbing cock. "Now, are you going to eat me or not?" She stood up and shed the robe, flaunting her pussy in his face. "Well, are you?"
Studying the blonde snatch barely six inches from his face, Lance begged off. "It's unsanitary. You pee with that thing. There are germs on it."
"Nonsense, I just took a shower. I'm sure as hell cleaner than you are." She pointed at his prick, which had assorted pubic hairs and underwear strings attached to its sweaty surface.
"It might make me sick," he grimaced, backing away from her bristling pubic bush. "Couldn't you just beat me off so I can go home and eat?" he queried, not knowing what to do. She literally had him by the balls.
Persuasion failing, she tried force. Grabbing hold of his hairy balls, she told him, "Either you eat me or I yank these things off."
"Y-You wouldn't!"
"Just try me," she rejoined smugly, closing her hand around his vulnerable testicles.
"Please let me go home to mother," he implored, trying to take his eyes off her snatch, but failing. Something about the dark mysteries within fascinated him. It was at once the best and worse of all possible places to be, comfy womb and smelly cunt. She squeezed his balls again and he girded his loins for the worst.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it, just please let go of my privates."
Before he knew what happened, she had leapfrogged her hairy loins onto his face, smothering him with her muff.
"I-I can't breathe!" he yelled from beneath her crotch.
"That's just too damn bad," she sneered, wrapping her legs around his neck.
"I mean it, I really can't," he said in a muffled tone. His arms began flailing about as he gasped for air and got a mouthful of slime. "It tastes terrible, I think I'm going to be sick."
"Just wait until you lick my asshole, baby, that'll give you a real thrill." She tugged on his root, spurring him to action. "Now show me your stuff, that is if you got any." She giggled, obviously enjoying his discomfort. She contemplated breaking wind to further blow his mind. Lance is such a prude. Imagine anyone as big as he is afraid of a little pussy. Hearing him gag in her pubic growth, she decided to help out and relaxed her grip on his ears so he could hear. Then she began toying with his testicles again. "Look, lover boy, you eat me good and I might do the same for you, later." She stroked his throbbing shaft a few times for emphasis. "Now start licking, or you'll be late for dinner."
Fearful of his father's wrath, Lance started licking. At first Suzy's salty taste sickened him, but then he grew to like it. Her moaning scared him, as he feared she was in pain. But as she stroked his cock to perfection, he too began to moan. Surely what he was doing was unnatural and evil and he knew he would have to confess to the priest the awful thing he had done but he had no choice in the matter, she forced him to do it, having him by the balls as she did. Accidentally he bit her cunt lip and was alarmed when she cried out with pain, but it soon became apparent she liked it. What kind of girl was Suzy anyway to enjoy such a thing? Surely she must be perverted. Nice girls just didn't go in for such things, did they? Surely his mother never did, nor did any other decent woman. What kind of female was Suzy to enjoy having a boy lick her box? Maybe she's got a social disease, there was a lot of that going around these days. He struggled to break free, fearing infection, but her legs were locked tight around his neck. She demanded he finish the job, filthy as it was. How could he tell when he was through? She'd tell him, she said, and dug her nails into his nape to spur him on. "Kiss me harder, you lazy bastard!" she yelled, bouncing up and down on his face, "How do you ever expect me to cum if you're afraid to eat me? Now get going or we'll never score that touchdown, Lance baby." In desperation, she began chanting football cheers, doing the hand-jives on his head and shoulders as she egged him to victory over her vagina. Caught up in the competitive spirit of things, he swallowed his pride and a lot of slime and put out the sort of all-out effort it took to win football games and cunnilingual contests.
"That's the spirit! Keep it up, keep it up, all the way, all the way," she chanted, feeling herself spasm. Such was the ardor with which he licked that his head began to swim, he ate and ate and ate until he got a kink in his neck and barfed and barfed, and this got her over the top.
"Oh, boy, but that feels good, Lance." she sighed hoarsely as her cunt lost control. Wave after delicious wave of total release swept her suppurating twat, as she basked in beautiful orgasm and Lance lost consciousness.
When it was over, she rolled off his face and saw it had turned a sickly green. Only then did she notice the lumpy vomit clogging her vagina, and felt sick herself.
"What kind of guy are you anyway to do such a thing? That's disgusting, it really is. If I'd have known you were going to puke on my pussy, I'd never have let you eat it."
"I'm sorry," he groaned, "I-I couldn't help it, honest." And then he vomited again, this time all over the bedspread.
"Boy, is Mom going to be bent about this!" she said, kicking him off the bed, where he continued to barf on the carpet. "For chrissakes, at least do it in the toilet." She looked away, unable to endure the sickening sight anymore.
To spare the carpet, she dragged him by the hair into the bathroom and turned the shower on him while she wiped herself clean with a washrag.
"Lance, you're disgusting, you know it? Barfing all over my mother's bedroom, that's really showing class." She shook her head in dismay, then recalled the luscious climax she'd enjoyed just before he spoiled it all by puking. "But at least you ate my box good, which is more than I expected. I didn't know you had it in you, I really didn't. You feel any better?" she asked, and he replied by barfing again.
To get away from the awful sight, she went in and cleaned up the mess as best she could. The bedspread, however, would need dry cleaning, and she told Lance he could bloody well pay for it and he agreed as he would have agreed to anything under the circumstances. Finally brought around by the cold shower, he profusely apologized and ran out the back door from whence he'd entered.
"Hope you're not late for din din, Lance baby," she chided as he bolted for home. "And don't forget to pick me up at seven for the movie, I don't want to miss it." She blew him a goodbye kiss,Sbut it's doubtful he saw it or anything else until he reached home.
CHAPTER THREE
Harry was stumbling home from Freddy's with twenty-four beers under his belt when, rounding the last corner before confronting Mabel, he paused for a perfunctory belch and was knocked flat by a berserk Lance Boyle. The boy ran right through him, offering neither apology nor aid to the downed Harry, who cursed out the younger generation as he struggled to get back on his feet. This wasn't easy, as he'd had the wind knocked out of him by a stampeding two hundred pounder. Just before he fell, Harry had caught a glimpse of the boy's face, and never had he seen anyone so wild-eyed. The guy was either on drugs or had seen a ghost, decided Harry as he picked himself off the sidewalk and headed, again, for home.
Passing the Sasse house, he saw the reason for Lance's losing it. Suzy stood framed in the doorway wearing only a smile, and a naughty one at that. She looked even better nude than clothed. Brazenly she waved for him to come in, and he was just drunk enough to accept her offer. At least it would give him a little extra time to sober up before he confronted Mabel.
"I really shouldn't," he rationalized, "But I did promise to fix your Mother's washer. Where is she anyway?"
"Oh, she's gone for the weekend."
"With the car salesman?"
"Yup. Care for a drinky winky?"
"No thanks, just had one. Sorry, I can't stay long, just show me the washer," he said, walking into a wall.
"You're in no condition to attempt anything mechanical, Mr. Putz. Why don't you just sit down while I fix you some coffee."
"Okay, but best make it quick, as Mabel's got a terrible temper and I'm late already. Also, would you mind covering yourself?"
"Why," she asked, covering her hairy cunt with crossed hands, "Does it bother you?"
"Not particularly," he replied impassively. "If you've seen one you've seen them all."
"Are you comparing me to Mabel?" she asked in an irked tone.
"All cats are the same in the dark." He yawned.
"I've never been so insulted in my life! Get out of here this instant, before I yell rape!"
"It'll be a pleasure. You know what, honey pot," he said, tweaking her flushed cheek, "Somehow you make me appreciate Mabel." Why he said that he didn't know, but it proved the ultimate in one-upsmanship, for when he'd left, Suzy felt about as sexy as a spaid cat.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked the wall. "Why don't men want to fuck me when I'm beautiful, stacked and willing? Could it be my breath? Do I have B.O.? What makes Harry think he's such hot shit, anyway? And how could he ever compare me to Mabel? Drink must have really driven him crazy to turn down an offer from me. Aren't middle-aged men supposed to go crazy over teenaged girls? Why not him?" She collapsed on the sofa to contemplate his crushing rejection of her ripe young body. The guy had to be out of his mind to do what he didn't.
Harry would have agreed with her appraisal if he were sober, but there are moments in every inebriate's life when there are things more important than sex. He had no more than made it out her door when he felt the need to green up the grass. Ail that beer had played hell with his bladder. His relief seemed unending as he tapped the keg he'd consumed at Freddy's. How could anything Suzy had to offer compare with that kind of relief?
Zipping up his fly after the flood, he saw Mabel's massive body framed in his doorway. She presented an imposing figure indeed, especially to her miscreant spouse, who grinned sheepishly as he waddled home.
"Sorry I'm late, dear," he apologized dutifully wiping his feet on the welcome mat.
Mabel stood silhouetted by the porch light. Hands on hips, thick as a fullback, she appeared menacing as any lineman he'd ever met on the gridiron. She remained silent, obviously enjoying her position of power over Harry, who groveled at her feet. Grabbing onto her stout ankles, he begged forgiveness.
Repulsed by his obsequiousness, Mabel booted him off the back porch. He was sent reeling into a bramble bush, whence he emerged scratched and not a little shocked. "Mabel, baby," he blubbered, "How, how could you do such a thing to me-your husband?"
"It was easy." She chuckled evilly. "Now get your ass inside and eat dinner. Me and Cissy have been waiting almost an hour for your arrival."
"Then you aren't mad at me?" He smiled weakly, at the same time shielding himself against further kicks.
"You're damn right I am, and so is your daughter, but since you did it every Saturday, we're kinda used to it." She gave him a hand, pulled him onto the porch, and gave him a swift kick in the behind to speed his way inside.
Examining his sullied clothes, she concluded, "So you got so drunk you passed out in the gutter, where God knows sots like you belong." She picked up a whisk broom and began dusting him off. "You sure do look like a bum, Harry Putz."
"I didn't pass out!" he protested, "I was pushed!"
"Fighting again, were you? I knew you'd be up to your old tricks, it's about your speed. Why don't you ever grow up, huh? Your football days are over, as are your days as a big stud. Why not face it, friend, you've gone to seed. Now, sit down at the table and please refrain from belching."
"Whaddaya mean, my best days are over? Why, I'm still in great shape." To prove this, he punched himself hard in the stomach, too hard. His face turned ashen, and he had to sit down to catch his breath.
"Barf on my rug and you'll clean it up with your tongue, you rummy!" yelled Mabel, gesturing with a ladle.
"Will you please not talk about such things when I'm so queasy, Mabel, it only makes things worse. Wait until you get this way, and let me bug you as you are me. Oh, I don't feel well at all, in fact I feel plain terrible. Got any alka-seltzer?"
"Cissy, get your father two alka-seltzers," Mabel ordered her pale thin daughter, who seemed the exact opposite of her florid fat self. The shy girl did as told. Her grateful father gulped down the boiling glassful and asked if she might help him to the table. Once there he violated one of Mabel's rules by belching, but was saved from banishment by a hasty and profuse apology. "I'm sorry about the way I am, Mabel baby, honest I am." Seeing her hate stare he turned to his daughter. "Doesn't anybody believe me around here?"
"I do, daddy," replied Cissy, a shy smile on her lips.
"It's good to know someone appreciates me in this house," he gushed, thrusting a napkin down his neck. Then, being diplomatic, he added, "My, my, Mabel, you certainly have made another magnificent meal."
"It's from Kentucky Fried Chicken, in case you haven't noticed," she said, gesturing with a drumstick.
"So it is, and wonderful of you to get it. You know how I simply love fried chicken." He bit into a breast to show how much.
"Will you please shut up, Harry, you're setting a bad example for Cissy."
"Aren't you, bitching at me all the time?" He burped again, barely covering it with the back of his hand.
"Would you please watch your language? There's a child present."
"Child, hell! Cissy is big enough to have babies," he snorted, making her blush.
"How dare you talk about such things at the dinner table!" Mabel rose from her chair, pointing a fork at her foul-mouthed mate. "Keep that kinda crap up, and soon your daughter will find herself knocked up!"
"Like you were with her?" he said, wishing he hadn't.
"How could you say such a thing in front of Cissy," sobbed Mabel, collapsing into her chicken. Head in hand, she began sobbing.
"Shucks, Mom, I've known that for years. Ever since I learned about the period of gestation in biology class I knew you and pop had to get married. I mean, not many kids are conceived in six months."
"And you don't hate us for it, child?" asked Mabel, a martyred look on her tear-soaked face.
"Of course not. If you two hadn't of been so hot for each other, I'd never have been born." She blushed, averting her eyes to the chicken platter.
"I-I never thought of it that way before, Cissy, but you're right," confessed Mabel, laboring the obvious.
"See, Mabel, you were making a mountain out of a molehill all these years," added Harry, glad to be off the hook for the first time in fifteen years. "If our kid ain't ashamed of us, why should we be ashamed of her? And besides," he patted his pretty daughter on the back, "love children are the loveliest, and our Cissy's no exception. Why soon we'll have to be fighting young bucks away from the door, she's so purty." He bent over and bussed her cheek, again earning Mabel's wrath.
"Don't give her dirty ideas, like you did me, I don't want her to wind up like I done."
"Oh, will you come off it, Mabel, we're not living in the stone age. These are modern, enlightened times. This is the age of the sexual revolution!" He gestured expansively with a drumstick to show his enthusiasm for sexual liberation.
"Will you quit sounding like a magazine article and sit down to dinner!" she bellowed, re-exerting her matriarchal authority. "Right is right and wrong is wrong, and nice girls don't do nasty things with boys before they're married."
"Like you didn't?" he shot back.
"Only because you made me."
"That's a laugh! Why, I've never seen anyone so eager to...."
"Harry, have you forgotten your daughter is present? Have you no shame? Has drink driven you to this?"
"Please don't fight about sex, Mommy and Daddy. It's no big deal, and hardly worth arguing about."
"And where, pray tell, did you learn so much about such an adult subject?" demanded Mabel, her eyebrows raised.
"From Daddy's Playboys, and Sex Education class at school," she said smugly, cleansing her lips with a napkin.
"See, Harry, I told you, you shouldn't keep those filthy girlie magazines around. Look how they've corrupted your daughter!"
"Oh, come off it, will you, Mabel? We ought to be proud our Cissy has developed an enlightened, adult outlook about sex," he proclaimed, digging into the cole slaw.
"Would you want your daughter to be one of those fold-outs, would you?"
"Probably not, but neither would I tell her she couldn't. That would be the surest way to make her do such a thing. Elementary psychology, my dear." He dabbed his mouth with the napkin, savoring his momentary triumph over intolerance.
"There you go, lording it over me with your high faluting ideas. Just because you had one year of college and I didn't finish high school doesn't mean I'm dumb."
"No, it just means you're a dropout."
Cissy giggled, earning her mother's wrath.
"You stop that, you impudent child! You're as bad as your father, you really are. Why must you both make fun of me when I try so hard to make you happy. If only you knew how hard." She started sobbing.
"I'm sorry I laughed, Mommy, honest I am. I didn't mean it, I really didn't."
"But I did," blurted Harry, his beer talking. "Your mother seems to take pride in being ignorant. If only she'd read something now and then other than those true romances, she might learn something." He thrust a forkful of chicken in his mouth, feasting on knowledge.
"You stop making fun of Mommy, you hear! At least she doesn't go off to bars and get drunk all the time like you do!" shrieked Cissy, sounding adolescent.
"No, she stays home and gets plastered. In my book, that's worse. At least I don't chug cooking sherry and watch soap operas all day. I work for a living."
"Big deal! Cleaning drains is nothing compared to housework. You ought to try it some time."
"Will you two please quit bickering, it doesn't help matters a bit. The problem with you two is that you don't screw enough."
A ghastly silence fell over the table as both parents stared at their child, unable to believe she had said what she said. But far from being intimidated by their dumbfounded looks, Cissy defended her position. "Familiarity without love breeds contempt. Anybody would get to hate anybody they spent all their time with unless they liked them. With man and woman, they have to have sex to get along. Tell me dear parents, how long has it been since you've done it? Well?"
This time even Harry was aghast. Turning to Mabel, he said, "Tell me I didn't hear what I just think I heard." Archie Bunker couldn't have said it better.
"You're the one who introduced her to Playboy, not me," rejoined.Mabel, equally ashen from her daughter's remark.
Harry turned toward Cissy, who seemed to be the only one present not embarrassed by what she'd said.
"There is," he paused, his throat dry, "a time and a place for everything, and the dinner table is not the place to discuss your parents' sexual practices, or lack of them."
"Why not? You do!"
"That's different, I'm an adult."
"Then why not act like one," interrupted Mabel.
"Will you two quit ganging up on me!" He looked at both of them simultaneously, Which wasn't easy since they sat at opposite ends of the table. "It appears I can't do anything right around here." Angered by their animosity, or was it rejection, he backed his chair away from the table. "I'm going to bed," he announced, turning his broad back on them.
"Pass out, you mean."
"Mother, please don't be so hard on him. Men need a drink now and then."
"There is, my dear daughter, a difference between having a nip now and then and getting plastered. Your pa gets drunk as a skunk at least three times a weekend. He's just sobering up now so he can go out later and repeat the process, while I, as a good wife, am supposed to twiddle my thumbs and put up with it. You notice how he conveniently forgot his promise to take me bowling, even though I took a shower and put on this new bowling shirt." She arched her back to show off her bowling ball breasts.
"It's very pretty, Mother, but I think there are other things more important than bowling."
"Like what?" Mabel loved bowling with a passion. "Listen, chile, the only thing that'll make your pa happy comes in a fifth. About all he does anymore is get snockered." She hesitated, a Hamm's to her lips (she too was a bit of a beeraholic) and reminisced, "He wasn't always that way, he used to be downright romantic, before he got that beer gut. Now all he does in bed is break wind, belch or steal my covers. No siree-bob, he sure ain't the Casanova he was when we were courting." Her eyes became wistful, and to keep from crying she took a sustained sip. "I sure wish those days would come again, because they sure was wonderful."
"Now, now, Mother, please don't cry." Cissy handed her a handful of Kleenex, knowing she would anyway.
Mabel blew her nose like a foghorn, then dabbed her red-rimmed eyes. "I-I don't know what I done, but he just doesn't seem to want me like he did when I was young. I know I ain't as pretty as I was then, and I've gained some weight, but I'm still me, aren't I? Sometimes I wonder if he don't have another woman, I really do." She sobbed anew, and Cissy went to get more tissues.
Handing them to her mother, the girl suggested, "It wouldn't hurt for you to shed a few pounds and maybe even buy some sexy outfits. I know for a fact he hates to see your hair in curlers, as would any man."
"Maybe you're right, chile, I could do with some fixing up. Here," she said, handing the half empty Hamm's to her daughter, "Take this away from me before I drink it. I drink too damn many of these things, and so does your dad. Both of us could stand to go on a diet. You know, when I was your age I used to be slim too, only my boobs were bigger. Oh, sorry I said that, honest. Don't worry, they'll grow."
"But then I'll have to wear a bra. Now I don't."
"You really ought to, or they'll start to sag. If I didn't wear one, they'd be down to my knees. A big bust is nice when you're young, but it gets to be a bother when you're older, so maybe you're fortunate being flat-chested. There I go again, making you feel bad. Besides, small breasted girls are supposed to be smarter, I've heard."
"They are?" Cissy seemed pleasantly surprised, both at the information and her mother's knowing it. Her past impression of Mabel paralleled Harry's.
"They don't call dumbies boobs for nothing, you know." Mabel laughed, her sorrow passing. "You know, another thing me and your pa used to do a lot more of when we was young, and that's laugh. I reckon that's one of the reasons I was so taken with him as a teenager, he made me giggle so much. He was a real joker, he was."
"I'm sure you two can laugh again, if you quit fretting over trifles. Little things just aren't worth getting upset over, they really aren't."
"'Out of the mouths of children shall come wisdom,' I think the Bible says somewheres. Yeah, I guess we should try to make it. Lord knows we're both too old and set in our ways to start over with anybody new. I'm as used to your pa as he is to me, and I guess that's part of our trouble."
"Why don't you surprise him?"
"Been a long time since I've done that. What you suggest?"
"Well, once when I was going through the attic, I found your honeymoon outfit."
"My peignoir! My, I've forgotten all about it. That sure was as sexy as anything they got now.
Why, your pa just about shot his wad when he saw me sashay into the bedroom wearing just it and a smile. Oh, I shouldn't talk such in front of you, child." She slapped herself for contributing to the child's delinquency.
Cissy excused herself, then returned from the other room with the nostalgic naughty nightie on a hanger. "I had it dry cleaned."
"Goodness, chile, but this sure do bring back some beautiful memories. Oh, if only it could be like that again."
"It can, just wear this thing to bed and see if Dad doesn't behave differently.
"I'm not sure I could get into it anymore. I'm a little bigger than I was then."
"Not really, you were three months pregnant with me on your honeymoon. It ought to fit just right."
"Shurcks, it didn't even begin to show until four months. Well," she held up the sheer black outfit to the light, "It'll be a tight squeeze, but if it can rouse your pa from his passed-out state, then it's worth it. Thanks a lot, Cissy, for finding this thing. I sure hope it works, or I'll just have to give up on the idea of again having a fun sex life. Oh, there I go again talking to you like you was an adult."
"I am, Mother, or at least I'm not a kid anymore. As Dad says, I'm perfectly capable of having babies."
"But you better not, hear me! Now you amuse yourself doing the dishes while I try this thing on." She then headed for the bathroom, her head swimming with sexy thoughts. How long has it been since he's humped me? she mused, undoing the back of her bowling shirt. It sure would be nice to cum again in a natcheral way, instead of having to use that vibrator. She blushed, recalling with shame the coupon she'd clipped from Harry's Playboy to satisfy her curiosity and then her cunt. Oh, how degrading it is, but I guess it is better than nothing.
She pulled off the bowling shirt, then discarded her double-D bra. Standing in front of the mirror, she let down her dishwater blonde hair, and assiduously brushed it a hundred soothing strokes. Wonder if I should peroxide it again? Then I might look like a movie star. Harry always did go apeshit over blondes, just like niggers do. I remember once I had it bleached and was wearing a new uplift bra and toreador pants when this big black buck gave me the eye and I pretty near came on the spot. I wonder what it's like to be screwed by a nigger, I bet it's wild. Well, if Harry don't come across, I can always get me one of them. Anything's better than that goldarn vibrator. She glanced at the drawer where she kept her toiletries, hoping it was still hidden beneath the Kotex. Best get rid of that thing before Cissy finds it, or worse yet, uses it on herself. I just hope she doesn't fall into evil ways. If she got knocked up it would kill Harry, and he might kill whoever done it. But she don't seem the type to get in trouble, she's too smart for that. Only girls with big boobs get knocked up, like me. She smiled with mingled pride and shame. Pride that she had gotten herself a man, and shame at the way she'd done it. Harry, she knew, was no different than any other man, and didn't like to be trapped. Maybe that's why he resents me, she reflected, stepping out of her cerese pants. I guess if I had to do it again I'd have done it different. I didn't really mean to get pregnant, it just happened. But I sure do love Cissy, so I guess that makes everything right.
She pulled off her faded black panties which were large as a man's swimming trunks. Maybe I ought to get me some bikini panties, they'd be a whole lot sexier. Of course, if I really wanted to be daring, I could get me some of those crotchless panties from Fredericks, but I don't know if Harry's ready for those yet. It might be too much of a shock to his system. Mabel ran five fingertips through her massive muff, her mind's eye imagining Harry's big head buried between her marshmallow thighs. How long had it been since he'd eaten her box? Too long, too damn long, she sighed, reaching for her daughter's vaginal deodorant. Giving her lush pubic growth an extended spray, she hoped it'd keep down on any unseemly odors originating in her nether regions. Who knows, she hoped, putting away the aerosol can, Harry might eat me yet.
She poured on oceans of Midnight in Paris perfume until, as ,Harry liked to put it, she "smelled like a French whore." And by golly, I'll act like one tonight, she vowed, slipping into her superannuated, too-tight nightie with lust on her mind. She'd make Harry hump her again if it was the last thing she did.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time Mabel had beautified her bloated features as best she could, Harry was fast asleep. Her dramatic, scented entrance into the master bedroom was wasted on her mate, whose snoring echoed off the wallpaper walls.
Far from being put off by his somnolence, for it was par for the course, she silently shut the door and stole toward the bed. On the way she caught sight of a numbered painting of Jesus and hoped the good Lord would help her get laid. After all, it was Harry's duty to hump her, it really was.
She pulled back the covers just as Harry broke wind. Damn him anyway, she cursed, retreating to less smelly regions where she studied the situation. After opening the window and spraying the room with a strawberry smell, she replayed the scene. Take two proved far more successful, for Harry had, in the interim, rolled over onto his back. She was glad for this, as he was hell to move when he was out. The problem now was rousing him to a state of cognizance. Otherwise all her efforts would be for naught instead of naughty. She giggled like an adolescent girl as she touched his hairy, heaving chest and began to massage the massive muscles lurking beneath a, as Harry put it, protective layer of fat.
He moaned, then rolled over so his back was to her. Why does he have to be so obstinate? fumed Mabel, wondering what to do. All the time she'd spent anticipating a revival of their marital relations had resulted in acute sexual arousal on her part, and she wasn't about to be put off by Harry's usual recalcitrance. Gritting her teeth in a show of determination, she grabbed his shoulder with her bowling grip and rolled him back onto his back. "Now stay there, hear?" she said insistently to his uncomprehending head. He tried it once again, perhaps out of reflex, and got his arms pinioned against the mattress. Mabel wasn't fooling around in her effort to get fucked, she meant business as Harry would soon discover.
Moving her muff into position astride the lump in his skivvies, she commenced to cover his hairy sleeping body with hot enticing kisses that made his alcohol addled body believe it was being attacked by bedbugs. He began squirming accordingly, even laughing when she licked his waxy earlobe.
"Will you please hold still?" she ordered, thumb pressed firmly against his Adam's apple. Unable to do anything else, he did as told. Once she had her sugar daddy docile again, Mabel pressed her painted lips to his just as he belched. She backed off, unable to believe his boorishness. Even for Harry he was awful. To bolster her courage for amatory combat with her sot spouse, she walked over to the cabinet where he stashed a fifth of cheap bourbon. She took an extended swig, then shook her head from its strong taste. Why couldn't Harry buy something good for a change? It's no wonder he's the way he is if he drinks this rotgut. She put down the bottle and went back to bed.
This time Harry was half awake. Apparently her earlier assaults were not without effect, for his jockey shorts were considerably lumpier. "You do want me!" she exclaimed, feeling his tumescence. "Oh, goody goody goody!" She covered his face, neck and shoulders with a shower of appreciative kisses.
Alarmed by the amorous attack, Harry awoke with a start. Sitting bolt upright in bed, he knocked Mabel off it. Not seeing the person responsible for his discomfiture, he wondered if he weren't going through delirium tremors again. I really must cut down on my consumption, he thought as Mabel's painted face reared its frowzy head. Her makeup was circa 1950 and rekindled many memories. He was a kid again, just barking on life instead of enduring it. Seeing Mabel as the stacked girl she used to be, he held out his strong, hairy arms and addressed her as "Light of my love, fire of my loins, come to me!" and helped her back in bed.
Surprised by his aid and change of heart, Mabel hopped rabbit-like to his side and began behaving like an adolescent girl in heat. Harry reacted accordingly, for in the dark he couldn't see her wrinkles and the aroma of cheap perfume was intoxicating to his nostrils. Who says you can't relive your youth? he thought while cupping her whale-like breasts. They're even bigger than I remembered! Peeling back the nightie as though it were a banana, he pressed his whiskery lips to her snowy heaving bosoms, the nipples of which rose to the occasion.
"Oh, Harry!" she gushed, running her fat fingers through his thinning hair, "That feels sooo good, please don't stop!" And he didn't. For the first time in years, he actually wanted to hump his wife. Not since that eventful night in the Ford when he'd forced his stiff prick past her maidenhead had he attacked her with such ardor. He just hoped he could contain himself until the right moment, such was his excitement.
Rubbing his nose between her big bosoms, Harry savored their perfumed softness. Maybe Mabel wasn't as firm as she used to be, but she sure was comfy. Like a leather chair that had formed itself to his features, she seemed made for his prick. He recalled with pleasure how good it felt to delve in her gooey warmth. Not unlike his old Buick, she was built for comfort, not speed.
Mabel couldn't believe her mate's behavior, but she wasn't about to stop it either. Harry hadn't acted like this since high school, nor for that matter had she, and it sure felt good to relive past pleasures. She lay back and groaned agreeingly as he kissed his way down her scented torso. Sure am glad I got me that perfume, she sighed, feeling his tongue describe her navel.
"You're too much, Harry baby, you really are!" She undulated her crotch to show him where to go, and he did. Finding the fringe of her panties, he playfully tugged on them with his teeth, then tore them off with a single savage pull over her stout posteriors. Her huge bush lay bare and beckoning. As he removed the panties from her toes, he studied the huge hairy puff spread before him, feeling like an explorer about to enter a jungle. What mysteries lay inside that scented muff, what magnificent unspeakable pleasures?
Starting with her ankles, he kissed his way up her phocine flesh with considerable ardor. The further upward he got, the wider apart he pried her marshmallow thighs. Upon reaching the wellspring of her menapausal desire, he paused momentarily to catch his breath, then buried his balding head in her hairy cunt.
He's going to do it! she exclaimed. He's going to eat my box! Will wonders never cease? This has got to be the greatest night of my marriage, because any husband can be hot on his honeymoon, but fifteen years later, that's something!
Her huge slit was hot, wet and salty to the taste. Harry lapped her loins like a thirsty hound, sucking in her slime as though it were Hamm's. She tasted that good, even better than she did at sixteen. For like fine wines, she had improved with age. Not that Mabel was to be compared with fine wines, but she was, at least tonight, all female, just as he was all male. Wallowing in their respective sexual roles, they played their parts with considerable enthusiasm. She wrapped her fleshy legs around his thick neck as he nuzzled her suppurating slit in the naughtiest way possible.
"Oh, you don't know what that does to me!" she giggled, grabbing hold of his sparse hair and giving it a yank. Somehow the pain spurred his efforts, for he ate her pussy all the harder. Swallowing slime, hair and pieces of spent Kotex, he gave his all to satisfy her mounting sexual appetite, definitely getting in his licks for a change.
Mabel moaned for more, and got it. Her buttery hips began moving in unison with his tongue, turning her on more than she believed possible. Caught up in the spirit of carnality, Harry licked her crack with such enthusiasm it began to snap back. To conquer her mighty cunt took more than a mere tongue lashing, it took a bull neck like his to keep constant the pressure on her snapping pussy. Naturally, the heavy thighs resting on his nape helped, as did the moist suction of her snatch. Pulled toward her pink labia by a force at least equal to that exerted by a plumber's helper, his lips became locked tight against her twat. Once this happened, her orgasm was imminent. Sweet, hot tremors raced through her privates as his stiffened tongue sank deep into her dewy slit.
"Oh, Harry, I don't know if I can stand anymore, it feels so good! Pleeease don't stop, pleeeease!" Soon her words gave way to moans and then shrieks as Harry held on for dear life. To keep from being suffocated by slime, he bit her cunt lip hard and this brought her over the brink into total unspeakable bliss. Wave after delicious wave wracked her huge orifice, hitting him in the face with the force of a football tackle. His ears were pressed flat against his skull by squeezing sweaty thighs as her body gave way to female climax.
"Oh, I never cummed so good in my life!" she screamed, cumming again when his pinched neck jerked spasmodically, triggering her twat. It was at this alarming moment that Harry became cognizant. Where in hell am I? he wondered, his eyes blinded by her box. Fearful of her flapping female parts, he suddenly became stir crazy and tried to free himself from her furry grasp. But struggle as he may, her muff was mightier. When Mabel wanted more muffing, she got it, period. Not until her nineteenth gooey climax did she relax her grip on his neck, and by then he was too tired to care. When she unlocked her thighs he just lay there, passed out against her pussy from the exertion.
"My poor baby," she sighed, patting his shiny head. Mabel then pried his lips off her slit and rolled him over on his back. Seeing he was glassy-eyed, she pondered mouth to mouth resuscitation, but decided against it. Instead she went to the bathroom and returned with a cold washcloth, which she used to wipe off his lust-sullied lips and face. Almost immediately he was coughing, then asking for more. She gave it to him, so insistent was his tone. After what he's just been through, he probably needs a snort.
Harry shook his head, attempting to clear it. He looked at Mabel, whose makeup had run, and had another drink. Still the funny taste stayed in his mouth. What have I done? Was I that drunk?
Wiggling her tangled pubic growth suggestively, Mabel moaned in an appreciative way and said, "You were fantastic, lover. Why don't you lick my snatch more often?"
"I-I did that?" he gasped, then gulped down a copious amount of cheap bourbon.
"You better believe you did, baby, and you did it just fine." She pursed her lips invitingly, then added, "And now I'm going to do the same for you, sugar."
Pushing her away from his prick, he told her to wait until he caught his breath.
"Anything you say, hubbie." Her soft, fat hand strayed downward to his crotch, where her fingertips fondled his hairy balls.
"Don't do that, it tickles!"
"I could always squeeze 'em." Her sweaty hand closed around the scrotal sac, imprisoning his testicles in her palm.
"N-No!" he "yelped, fearing for his manhood. Mabel's bowling grip was better than his, he suddenly recalled.
"I was only kidding." She let go of his balls and began softly stroking the underside of his cock, which had started to sag during their conversation. In a trice it was bobbing upward until it became bright red and rigid.
Mabel beamed at its meaty magnificence. "My, oh my, it looks good enough to eat," she said, licking her chops over his crimson drumstick. But when she pressed her painted lips to its surface, he grabbed her hair and pulled her off his prick.
"What'samadder, lover, don't you want me to eat you? I never heard of a man turning down a blowjob, why you?" Her pursed lips took on an adolescent pout.
"Did you brush your teeth?" he asked, having another nip of bourbon.
"Yup, even washed out my mouth with Listerine."
"Okay, then I guess you won't give me nothing." He let her head drop back onto his dick, then told her to get going. As her hot slavish mouth enveloped his cock-tip, he lay back against a propped up pillow and watched with approval the wanton sight of her sucking him off. At an earlier date, it had been his recurring wet dream to have Mabel go down on him. Even after he'd deflowered her she still refused this favor. When words failed, he resorted to force and she had retaliated by biting. It was only when he made eyes at a cute cheerleader that she had, as she put it, "degraded herself by doing such a perverted thing." But she had done it. After a while she had even grown to enjoy it, until he came in her mouth and she got sick. Once that happened, she refused, she refused any more such favors, especially after Cissy was born. Blowjobs were all right before one was married, she'd argued, but obscene afterward. No matter how much Harry had begged her to blow him, she had adamently refused. Pointing to Cissy sleeping in her crib, she would say, "Imagine how it would warp her young mind to see her mother doing such a thing?" And Harry had felt so ashamed he didn't ask for another for six months. Once or twice over the ensuing years she had deigned to lick his dick, but only for birthdays or because she was drunk. He wondered if she were drunk tonight, as he'd smelled bourbon on her breath, but that wasn't unusual. Mabel always had something alcoholic on her breath.
Gripping his cock firmly between her fingertips, Mabel imprinted a long hot kiss on his foreskin that had him gasping. She could feel his penis swell beneath her lips. To heighten the sensual effect, she softly toyed with his testicles and encircled the underside of his glans with her gooey tongue. Under such salacious treatment he became so big she could barely fit him in her mouth, but like her cunt, it too stretched to accommodate his swelling manhood.
Harry couldn't believe Mabel could give him such a great blowjob, but here she was, the mother of his child, doing to him what he loved her to do. If only she had done it more often over the years, they might have got along better. He had an inkling that their relations henceforth would be more amicable, if tonight was an example of what was coming. Speaking of that, he could feel semen surging up his shaft. He half wanted to tell her, but didn't want to spoil the surprise. Let's see how serious she is about sucking me off, he mused while burying himself into his balls in her mouth.
Nearly gagging on his enormity, Mabel began to turn blue as she blew him but knew it wouldn't be much longer. He always got big before he came, but never this big. Of course it had been a long time since she'd sucked his cock, and it might have grown as had his beer gut. To speed his climax, she squeezed his balls until they disappeared upward in his dick proper. Then she knew he was close and increased the luscious lingual pressure on his foreskin.
A few pearly drops signalled that sexual release was near, and she softly sunk her teeth into his foreskin to force the issue, and force it she did. Hot thick spurts of semen filled her mouth in an explosion of lust as Harry lay back against the pillow and gasped. Oh but it felt good, so good to cum in Mabel's warm, wet mouth. Harry felt better than he'd felt in years as she sucked even the final few dregs from his dick.
"I didn't know you had it in you, Mabel."
"I sure as hell did!" She spat out a mouthful of semen to show what she meant, then went to the bathroom to rinse out the rest.
Watching her naked form scurry away, he saw that in spite of her being overweight, Mabel was still quite a woman. Any female that could give him a fellatio like he'd just got was worth keeping around, even if she did bitch a lot. What's more, he decided to tell her so.
"That was sure some blowjob you gave me, Mabel, the best I ever had."
"Sorry, didn't hear you," she answered from the sink, "The water was running." She took another gulp of Listerine, then another, but still the cum taste remained. Maybe the bourbon will help, she thought, returning to the scene of the unnatural act.
"Wanna drink?" he asked, holding the bottle. "Sure do. After that, I need one." Harry looked hurt. "You mean you didn't like it?"
"Yeah, but next time I might make you wear a rubber." She took an extended gulp of rotgut and felt better. Compared to cum, this stuff's Chevas Regal, she mused, having some more.
"You mean there will be a next time, that this wasn't a fluke?" Harry's face brightened as he eagerly awaited her reply.
"Whaddaya mean, fluke? Was I that bad? What are you, an ingrate?"
"No, no, Mabel, you misunderstand me, I loved it, honest!"
"I thought so." She smiled and drops of semen dripped from the sides of her mouth. Harry was both repulsed and aroused at the sight as was she. Wiping off her lips with a Kleenex, she commented, "Forgot how messy blowjobs are." She put down the soiled tissue and saw Harry's smile. "But I guess if it makes you happy it's worth the trouble." She wiped off her lips again for good measure, then lay down beside her happy husband.
"Sure do appreciate your doing that for me, Mabel, and without my even asking for it. Why, you haven't done that in years. What changed your mind so sudden, if I may be so bold as to ask?" Needless to say, he had a big shit-eating grin on his face.
"Cissy," she replied deadpan, blowing his mind more than the blowjob had. "Come again?"
"If you want me to." She lay back and wriggled her snatch suggestively.
"I don't mean that way, stupid, I mean how did Cissy, of all people, change your mind? She used to be the one whose very presence stopped you, remember?"
"How could I forget? She didn't exactly tell me to do what I done, you know...." She blushed deeply.
"Sucked my cock. You don't have to be ashamed of it, Mabel, this is an enlightened age. Such things are perfectly acceptable between consenting adults, especially if they're married to one another."
"Quit trying to sound like a sex manual, okay? Even if it was wrong, you'd want me to do it, right?"
"YES!" He smiled evilly, making her laugh.
"Now you're acting like the Harry I had to marry. You know what I liked better than your football bod and big prick, do you?" She rubbed his hairy paunch in a circular fashion, then looked him straight in the face.
"My sensational stroke?"
"Not hardly, you were pretty bad in that back seat."
"But I got better later, didn't I?"
"Much later."
"You mean you weren't impressed by my lovemaking?"
"What had I to compare it with? You were my first and only lover."
"I thought so, it's pretty hard to fake a maidenhead, although I read in Playboy somewhere that they do in Japan."
"Will you please quit trying to sound sophisticated when you're not, Harry Putz? For chrissakes, you're a drain cleaner for Roto Rooter, not a college perfesser."
"That doesn't mean I'm incapable of improving my mind," he replied smugly, looking toward the numbered painting on the wall he'd done in his spare time.
"Just don't pretend you're sumpin' you're not, okay, 'cause I don't like you when you're like that, nor does anyone else."
"And just when do you like me?"
"When you're you, plain ole Harry Putz who's fun to be around, the guy who makes you laugh."
"You find me a joke, do you?" He crossed his arms in front of him, his lips formed in a little boy pout.
"No I don't. Honest, Harry, I never knew you was so thin skinned."
"I'm not, it's just that I don't like to be considered a joke by my wife."
"Now where did you get that idea?"
"You said you didn't like me for my lovemaking ability, or for my smarts, but because I make you laugh." He looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"And what's wrong with that? I think it's great you got a sense of humor. Why else do you think I stuck with you all these years? You ain't the easiest guy to live with, you know."
"So now I've got a rotten personality, too. Chrissakes, Mabel, you sure know how to cut a guy down after building him up. That blowjob made me feel like a million bucks, but then you gotta make fun of me. I know I got my faults, but nobody's perfect."
"Are we on different wave lengths, because I'm sure not getting through that thick skull of yours." She shook her head in exasperation.
Not wanting to pursue the argument further, Harry lapsed into silence, refusing to say another word. Seeing him thus, Mabel resorted to nonverbal communication. Where words failed her, body language won the night. She nuzzled up next to him, murmuring sweet nothings in his ear as her right hand played with His prick. Before he could shrug her off, his rod had started to rise. Once that happened the differences between them vanished, except for that one little difference that mattered.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cissy soon tired of washing dishes. What other girl her age was stuck doing housework on Saturday night? She bet.Suzy Sasse sure wasn't. Suzy wasn't known in high school as "Tits of the Party" for nothing. Needless to say, Cissy was more than a little jealous of her neighbor's success with the masculine sex. It had gotten so she hated to sit next to Suzy on the bus; all she did was brag about boyfriends. If Suzy has so many, mused Cissy, scrubbing a greasy fry pan, why can't she spare me one? I always get the losers. Linus is hardly Lance. What am I doing with dingaling Linus anyway when I deserve handsome Lance? I bet he's a great kisser. Linus, with his buck teeth, is sure lousy.
To take her mind off the drudgery of dishwashing, Cissy began dreaming about Lance making love to her. Surely she could make him happier than stupid Suzy, even if her boobs weren't as big as that scatterbrained sexpot. Why Lance put up with that babbling idiot was beyond comprehension. Maybe it was because Suzy was a cheerleader and football players were supposed to go with cheerleaders. Lance should know better, he was no ordinary jock, she decided. He was the guy most qualified to take her cherry, when the time came. She'd have to put him through certain tests first. A wicked smile played across her lips as she contemplated testing Lance.
When finally finished with the dishes, Cissy hung up her apron and headed upstairs to take a bath. Passing her parent's bedroom, she heard passion groans that made her glad to see her advice had worked, but sad that she was 'again alone on Saturday night. Linus always went to concerts on Saturday night, and he never had enough money to take Cissy. Not that she'd go even if he had. There was a time when she gladly paid her way to cultural events, but no more. Now she was tired of culturally inclined pantywaists and longed for a real man, one who would transform her from adolescent child into amorous woman. Someone like Lance who was equipped for the job. Maybe he wasn't so much in the brains department, but that didn't matter. She was weary of cerebral pleasures; visceral ones were more fun. Judging by Lance's size she bet he was really hung, though one couldn't always tell by height alone. But if he weren't what would stacked Suzy be doing with him? Cissy wished she had as many stories told about her as that girl did. Not that she believed all, or even most, of them. Suzy, no matter how energetic, couldn't have been mounted by as many males as that, nor did she seem the type. Undoubtedly she was deflowered, but hardly a whore. Her mother was more like that. The tales told about her sexual exploits would have shocked the Marquis de Sade. Ever since her husband had died in Viet Nam, Bunny Sasse had been living up to her name and then some. She had more men than most professionals, according to the local scuttlebutt.
Cissy went into the bathroom and studied herself in the toothpaste-flecked mirror. Wiping it off, she wished her mother weren't such a sloppy housekeeper. If only Mom didn't drink so much, she sighed, spraying on the Windex. Maybe after Dad diddles her tonight, she'll shape up. She wasn't always sloppy, only in recent years has she gotten that way, after the love went out of her life. I hope I never get that way.
The mirror cleaned, she smiled at her reflected self. I'm not so bad looking., she decided, affecting a number of naughty poses. She took off her glasses, but this made it harder to see. Besides, nowadays glasses were in, they made one look more intellectual. She put them back on and let down her hair. This did definitely make her look more feminine. Cissy's hair was her pride and joy. Reaching clear to her waist, it had not been cut in three years. She ran a brush through her glossy black tendrils, which she thought made her look like a south sea islander, especially in the summer when she had a suntan. Now that fall was here, her tan had faded into freckles. Some people, such as her father, said they made her cute. She'd rather be sexy. "I am sexy" she said to the mirror on the medicine cabinet, "I really am." Maybe not in the same way Suzy Sasse is, but big tits are out of style. They sag when you go braless, like I do. Suzy would look silly if she went without a bra. Her boobs are so big they'd hang clear down to her belly button. Nowadays the idea is to have less, show more, I read in Esquire. She flaunted her tiny, unbrassiered titties, their hardened nipples thrusting through her tight, sweaty T-shirt. Then to feel freer, she pulled the shirt off over her head.
Bare to the waist, she stood arms akimbo studying herself. At least I'm not fat like Mother. Cissy took solace in being a ravishing skinny. Those people were supposed to be more sensual, she'd heard, because their nerve endings were closer to the surface. She caressed her carmine nipples and imagined Lance doing the same. Oh, how wonderful it would be if she could lure him away from Suzy!
Slithering out of her skin-tight levis, she stood stark naked on the bathroom rug. Not only did Cissy go braless but pantyless. As a result, when she wore tight pants, her puff was often visible to the careful observers in high school corridors. Cissy had seen the way boys' eyes focused in on her crotch. At first it made her feel kind of funny, but then it made her feel good. When Lance looked at her with lust in his eyes, she almost came in her pants. She knew that if she could just pry him away from Suzy, he'd never go back to that boobbrain. Damn her and her big boobs anyway!
I've got better legs than her, a shapelier ass and a lots better personality. All she's got are tits, period, and a shitty personality. Ever since I've known her she's been a spoilt brat, and she still is. Thinks all she has to do is smile pretty and she can get what she wants and damn it, she can. Setting her jaw, she vowed to steal Lance away from that little bitch.
But how will I do it? she wondered, turning on the water in the tub. I know once I get him alone I can give him a good time, since I've read both Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex and The Sensuous Woman and what's not in them isn't worth knowing. It's just a matter of applying what I've read, and put it in practice. I know I've got what it takes to become a sensuous woman, I really do.
To have something in common with the hulking football hero, she had taken to watching televised games with her father, who painstakingly explained every play. At first his in-depth discussions of seemingly simple situations bored her to tears, but after a few weekends she began to see what a fantastically complex game football could be, at least on the pro level. Also, the sight of all those beautiful male bodies crashing against one another she found immensely thrilling. She figured that any man who could take and dish out such savage punishment would probably be a great lay, for was not fornication a sort of combat, too? She yearned to be conquered sexually by Lance, satisfied by the namesake he carried between his stallion thighs. Cissy thought so long and hard about Lance's prick plunging into her pussy that she let the tub run over. "Damn!" she cursed, seeing the water spill onto the floor. She tried to reach the plug to let out enough water to bathe but the water was too hot to touch. Guess I'll just have to wait until it cools off, she sighed, wondering what to do in the interim. Then she heard a passion groan from next door and knew what she was going to do. Well, she smiled wickedly, why not?
Opening the linen closet, she pushed aside towels until she found what she was looking for-her mother's electric vibrator! Once located, the object was clutched to her diminutive chest as she stole down the hall to the door of her parents' bedroom. There she squatted down and stared through the keyhole at the sordid sight within. Cissy knew it was wrong to do what she was doing, but she also knew she couldn't help but do it. How could she ever hope to learn about loving unless she watched it?
The sight of two persons fucking was even more fantastic than she had ever dreamed, and turned her on immediately even though her parents were the ones involved. Slipping the vibrator between her thighs, she touched the tip of it, on which she had smeared some Vick's Vap-O-Rub, to the soft pink slit of her virgin vagina. Then she turned on the battery-operated device and diddled herself with it as she watched Harry hump Mabel with increasing ardor. God, but Daddy can ball! I never realized his dick got so big. I've seen it a few times when he stepped out of the shower when the door was open and I thought it big soft, but hard, gosh, it's gigantic! It's amazing mother has room for his rod, the things's big as a billy club. He sure is going to town on her twat, look at the way his ass-cheeks bounce up and down!
As the vibrator stimulated her little labia, Cissy wondered if her cunt could ever handle a cock as big as her Dad's. His was awful damn big, she noticed, watching the hot greasy cannon being driven deeper and deeper into her mother's muff. If he tried to do that to Cissy, which of course he never would since that would be incest and forbidden by God's law, it would probably split her in two. He certainly had what the French call a wounding prick and he sure knew how to use it, judging from the appreciative moans emanating from her mother's salivating lips. I just hope someday I have me a man who can hump like my Daddy thought Cissy as she shoved the vibrator harder against her unpenetrated puffy slit, because I know Vd do my best to please him back. As the Vapo-Rub warmed her vagina, she began wriggling about on the hall rug. This vibrator's lots better than my thumb, she mused, moving it about in her muff until she found the most enjoyable position. Someday soon, she swore, there'll be penis instead of plastic poking in my pussy.
As Cissy's parents approached orgasm, so did she, aided by the lurid sight of their interlocked naked bodies and the wonder of modern science oscillating between her haunches. She gave a little scream as the first sweet spasms struck her palpatation pudenum, but when the big tremors hit she groaned like her mother did on the other side of the door. At first Cissy was afraid she might be heard by her fornicating forbears, until Harry's spirited screwing finale elicited frantic screams of delight from Mabel, who dug bloody furrows down his back with her fingernails, at the same time making a massive hickey on his left shoulder with her teeth. Holding on with a bulldog grip, she refused to let go until he did.
Still his hairy buttocks continued bouncing, his manly shaft shoving hard into her hot, clammy cleft as he struggled to hold back both his climax and a beer fart. Seeing the pained look on his face through the keyhole, Cissy prayed for him to cum soon, as she hated to see her father suffer. However, it was Mabel who forced the issue with a Cleopatra contraction on his lust-swollen cock with her bowling toughened pussy muscles (her vaginal grip could literally crush a cucumber) which reduced him to spurting, flatulating, gasping orgasm. Hot torrents of pent-up semen poured into her happy orifice, bringing a smile to Mabel's mouth and another climax to her cunt. "Oh, honey bunch, I'm having another one!" she announced, wrapping her huge flabby thighs around his ass to squeeze his cock dry of cum. Such was the extent of her female suction that he couldn't have escaped the loins locked on his exploding penis had he tried. Mabel, not he, was determined to have the last word regarding this rut.
In the hall Cissy also received an added thrill when slime dripping from her cunt in climax short-circuited the vibrator and caused an electric shock to surge through her nearby nether regions. Yelping like a stepped-on dog, she accidentally fell against the unlocked door. Into the hither-to private sanctum of her parents' bedroom she plummeted, her pert young shape displayed au natural to their shocked gaze.
Mabel's eyes immediately focused on the fire engine red object flapping between her daughter's thighs. "What are you doing with my vibrator?" she demanded, pointing at the plastic penis substitute. "And look what you've done to it! Why, that thing cost me $19.95, plus postage. You should be ashamed!"
"You mean you should be ashamed, not her," corrected Harry. "What's a woman your age doing with a dildo, anyway?"
"It's not a dildo!" Mabel replied emphatically, "It's a hygenic vibrator, designed to ease my aches and pains."
"In your pussy?" He laughed, earning her enmity. She shot him an ugly glance, her eyes narrowed into slits.
"How dare you talk like this in front of your daughter!" bellowed Mabel, regaining the offensive.
"Judging from her present posture, and the likely possibility that she was watching us fuck through the keyhole, I'd say she's not about to be shocked by mere dirty words."
"What kind of husband are you anyway? Worse yet, what kind of parent that you can treat this matter so lightly?" Mabel's voice had taken on a PTA tone that Harry found slightly ludicrous under the circumstances. Injured innocence just didn't befit an old bawd who'd just blown him. Irked by his smirk, she demanded an answer from her miscreant mate. "Well?" she snorted, sounding insistent.
Harry gestured helplessly. "Girls will be girls," he said, grinning sheepishly.
"Is that all you can say, worm, is it? I thought you were a man just a moment ago, before this happened," she jerked a thumb at Cissy, who was still desperately trying to shut off the vibrator, "But now I see you're nothing but a jellyfish. If you were a real man, you'd discipline your daughter for the filthy, disgusting thing she did, and is doing." She turned toward Cissy. her face distorted with rage at what the girl had done.
"You know what I think, Mabel?"
"I didn't know you could. Okay, Mister Roto Rooter, what do you think, not that it matters, you spineless bastard."
"I think you're jealous."
"Of Cissy, my very own daughter? You must be out of your cotten-picking mind. Why, she's barely fifteen years old!"
"Going on sixteen," corrected Cissy, finally free from the shorting vibrator.
"You stay out of this," snapped Mabel, peeved by the child's impertinence.
"But it's true, she is getting to be quite a young lady."
"You quit looking at her, you dirty minded man! You should be ashamed of yourself, staring at your own daughter when she hasn't a stitch on! Next thing I know you'll be kicking me out of bed and humping her!"
"And you say you're not jealous?"
"Just keep that up, smart ass, and you'll get a swift kick in the balls, see?" She thrust a fat index finger in his direction and he got the message.
"You wouldn't."
"Just try me." A bull dyke couldn't have sounded more menacing.
"Well," said Harry, his inflection conciliatory, "I'm sorry I've offended you so, Mabel honey."
"Don't call me honey, you dirty old man. Any male who would make eyes at his own daughter had better keep his filthy paws off me, or he'll soon learn a lesson he won't forget!" Mabel cracked her knuckles as though readying herself for combat.
"Come off it, will you? I wasn't making eyes at Cissy, for chrissakes! You can't expect me not to notice it when a beautiful young girl with no clothes on falls into my bedroom."
"So now it's your bedroom?" x
"Our bedroom, dear."
"Maybe you couldn't help but notice, but you didn't have to stare!" retorted Mabel, seeking to salvage her argument.
"I'm sorry if I did such a vile thing, Mabel, I really and truly am," said Harry humbly, his head bowed.
"No you're not! I know what's going through that Playboy mind of yours! You want Cissy more than me, just because she's young and beautiful!" Mabel, needless to say, began to cry.
While you're old and fat, Harry wanted to say, but wisely didn't. Instead he cradled Mabel's sweaty head against his chest, at the same time grabbing a handful of Kleenex he knew she would soon need. "Now, now, old girl, don't get so upset." He patted her well-padded posteriors, as one would a favorite horse.
"Why shouldn't I get upset, when my husband prefers my own daughter to me?" She blew her nose, then sobbed anew.
"I like you both equally," he said, hoping to soothe her hurt feelings. Even Cissy, who at first was frightened by her mother's jealousy, now felt sorry for her. Mom must be nearing menopause, she decided, to be acting so funny. Maybe she should be taking hormones, or at least tranquilizers to calm her down. Poor Daddy, having to put up with her, he looks so perplexed, he doesn't seem to know what to do.
And he didn't. Not wanting to further offend Mabel, who out-weighed him by at least ten pounds, he continued to cradle her in his arms, even when she snotted on his shoulder. He hoped she didn't get hysterical, as he didn't feel up to a scene just now. All that beer he'd consumed earlier had given him a colossal headache that was aggravated by Mabel's screams.
Stroking her frizzy hair, he asked how he could redeem himself.
Mabel paused momentarily, then glared through red-rimmed eyes and demanded he punish his daughter for the unseemly thing she had done. "If she's not taught what's wrong now, next thing you know she'll be taking on sailors in her bedroom. We've got to nip this naughtiness in the bud, before she turns into a whore and brings shame on her family, meaning us. How'd you like it if the boys at the bar talked about screwing your daughter?"
"I guess I wouldn't."
"What do you mean, 'guess?"
"Of course I would, dear. How do you suggest I punish her?"
"Like you used to, with a good spanking. That she'll understand."
"Okay, if you say so, but don't you think she's a little big for that?"
"Too big for her britches, maybe, but still a brat, and that's how she has to be treated."
Harry gestured for Cissy to come hither. Dragging herself off the carpet, leaving the vibrator behind, she shuffled toward certain punishment. Her eyes downcast in shame, the girl retained a semblance of modesty by covering her silky thatch with crossed hands, which only brought attention to it.
"Come to Daddy, you naughty little girl," he said in a condescending tone.
"Please don't treat me like a child," begged Cissy, approaching his adult presence.
"But you are one, pulling a trick like this," snapped Mabel, eager for the punishment to begin. It'd put Cissy in her place, below Mabel on the household pecking order. She had too long been her father's favorite.
"It was an accident," cried out Cissy, her lips trembling with fear.
"Are you sassing me, child, are you?" bellowed Mabel, bringing the girl to the brink of tears.
"No, Mother, I'm sorry I talked back to you, I really am."
"No you're not, you impudent little bitch! I'll teach you to sass me!" She slapped Cissy on the cheek, and would have done it again had not Harry interceded.
Staying her hand, he told Mabel, "I thought I was the one who was supposed to punish her?"
"So you were," replied Mabel with an air of disappointment. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get to it!" She lay back against a pillow, a look of anticipation on her florid features. Seeing her thus, Harry began to wonder about his wife, but proceeded with the punishment rather than further risk her displeasure.
"Cissy, come here!" He gestured authoritatively toward his knees, and the girl advanced still covering her snatch. To show her who was boss, and partly for Mabel's benefit, he jerked her hands away from her loins and pulled the girl onto his lap. Never had her father treated her in such a cavalier fashion, and it was a great shock to her system, even more than the shorting vibrator.
Lying prone across her father's firm, hairy thighs, Cissy could see why he was capable of such powerful pelvic thrusts. She found their firmness in stunning contrast to her mother's marshmallow ones, and began to better understand Mabel. The woman was obviously afraid of losing Harry to another woman, especially a young pretty slim one. No wonder she wants me punished, mused Cissy as her father studied her shapely backside.
I guess all those dancing lessons have paid off, he thought, fondling her smooth taut, tensed buttocks before bringing his palm down on them. "This is going to hurt me more than it is you," he said in preface, meaning it. Her ass was so muscular it might well hurt his hand to spank it.
"Will you quit staring at your daughter's rear end and get on with it?" Mabel poked Harry in the ribs to spur him to action.
One shapely ass-cheek gave an involuntary twitch as Harry brought his hand up, affording him a view of pubic hair protruding from her crack. He bet she had a tight little pussy, the kind Mabel used to have when she was young. Best not think about that, he sighed, bringing his hand down hard on her unprotected posteriors.
A faint shriek of physical anguish escaped Cissy's lips as his calloused hand hit her ass-cheeks. She had not felt this particular pain since she was six, for not since then had she been spanked. As her luscious little bottom became blushing, Cissy strangely began to enjoy the sting of her Daddy's hand upon her bare derriere. Back when she was six it had hurt like hell, but now it turned her on. It had a similar effect on him; the harder he hit her the harder he got, until on the seventeenth spank he came all over her cuddly bum and received a slap on the side of his head from an unappreciative Mabel, who called him a child molester as she laid into him with the fury only a mother could muster.
CHAPTER SIX
Harry awoke Sunday morning with a horrible hangover and immense hard-on. The latter resulted from indecent dreams involving his nubile daughter, whose beautiful backside he whacked black and blue in his ribald reverie. The former, however, demanded immediate attention.
Slipping away from Mabel's sweaty flanks, he stole to the bathroom carefully hiding his hardened appendage from her gaze. If she somehow caught sight of his stiffness, she'd demand he use it on her, something he'd rather not do at the moment.
To cure his massive headache, he put four alka-seltzers in a shaving mug and added water. While waiting for them to fizz, he looked at his lust-scarred face reflected in the mirror. His unshaven chin was covered with lipstick, hickeys and scratches, as were his shoulders, back and thighs. There was even, he noticed with shock, a lipstick ring around his foreskin, souvenir of Mabel's final fellatio before retiring. It had been her way of showing him what a wonderful, wonderful wife she was after she bashed him silly for cumming on Cissy. Somehow, he felt after that incident his family life would never be the same, and he was right.
The alka-seltzer ready, he quaffed it down so fast he almost barfed. I should know better than to drink so much beer, he sighed, patting his gaseous paunch to produce a belch. As he was doing this, he happened to look out the bathroom window and saw Suzy Sasse raking leaves in her swimsuit. A super skimpy bikini, it showed off her amorous assets to such good effect he got back his hard-on. God I was a fool not to get into her last night when I could. How could I be so dumb? She sure has big tits for a teenager, just like Mabel did. She'll probably start to sag in a few years too, but she sure looks swell now. God but I'd like to get into her, even if it is the sabbath and Suzy is underage.
Then he caught sight of his ugly mug in the mirror and decided she wouldn't have anything to do with him. But she sure does look good in that there bikini, he mused while making his way back to bed and Mabel.
Mabel bemoaned his bouncing on the bed so hard and he elbowed her to shut up. She elbowed him back harder, complaining he was hogging the covers which she pulled completely off his naked torso, so he said fuck it and slipped on his skivvies, pants and slippers. Then he went downstairs to get the Sunday paper before Suzy's dog ate it, as he'd done several times before. That damned mutt anyway, he cursed, seeing the Great Dane take a crap in his front yard, as he picked up the paper.
"Couldn't you have him do that somewhere else?" he complained to Suzy, who pretended not to see her dog defecating next door.
"Do what?" she answered, still refusing to acknowledge the squatting canine.
"That!" He pointed his rolled-up paper at the pooping pooch.
"Oh, that. Shucks, Mister Putz, all dogs do that. At least he's doing it in your yard, not ours. Thor is good that way." She giggled, leaning on her rake.
"Well, he damned well better not do it again, hear, or he'll get a backside full of buckshot. I'm tired of stepping in his shit every time I go to work."
"Tsk, tsk, poor man have poop on his shoe shoe," she chided, her right hand inadvertently sliding up and down the rake handle.
"You may think it's funny, but I don't" he railed against the autumn breeze, shaking his big fist in her direction. "Dog shit is unsanitary, it spreads disease and stinks like hell."
"So do you, sometimes, I bet." She giggled, recalling the lurid silhouettes she'd seen last night on the Putz's window shades. Harry should have known better than to ball between the light and the window, for it afforded Suzy a sensational show of he and Mabel screwing, which had given the scheming girl ideas. She wasn't freezing her tail on this crisp fall day for nothing.
"Aren't you a trifle chilly in that skimpy outfit, child?" he asked, changing the subject from dog shit.
"I am not a child, as you may have noticed." She arched her slender back to show off a beautiful set of jugs that had Harry bug-eyed by their shape and size.
"Yes, but you're still cold. Clear from here I can see your goose pimples."
"Care to come warm me up?" She gave him an 'I could love you to pieces' look, her hand again playing obscenely with the rake handle.
"I'd love to, kid, but Mabel might mind." He gestured upstairs.
"Well, you could at least fix my lawnmower, it's on the blink again."
"Okay, but don't try anything funny, okay?"
"How could I in the garage?"
"I guess you couldn't," he said, hopping over the hedge that divided their two houses from each other.
But she could, for little did Harry know that she had baited a trap for him. Lying on the floor of the garage was an old mattress, which he didn't see until it was too late. By then she had slammed the door shut and yanked down his pants. Before he knew what happened, she had her hand in his pee-stained skivvies and was playing with his penis. A few fast fondles and he was rampant.
Feeling his firmness, she made eyes at him and giggled, "I knew you'd want me, if I got you alone."
"Oh, yeah, how about last night?" he said, half wanting her to let go of his gland, half not.
"Last night you were drunk, today you're not." She pulled down his underwear below his balls and saw a giant, cum-encrusted cock.
"Yes, but I'm also dirty, see?" He pointed to his prick, which was not only semen-sullied but stunk.
Offended by his unseemly odor, Suzy started to back away from Harry's hard-on, but he wouldn't let her.
"I'll teach you to fool around with me, you little tease!" He grabbed hold of her yellow hair and forced her face against his smelly dick.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed, making a face, "It's dirty and it stinks!"
"Yes, and because you're such a nice little girl, you're going to get to suck it." He rammed his fetid foreskin against her repulsed lips. A few times she had kissed Lance on the cock, but only briefly and after making him wash it. This was different. Harry's cock looked more unsanitary than Thor's. Where was that mutt, anyway, when she needed him? One word from her and he'd have Harry skedaddling for home. If only she hadn't shut the garage door so soon. Of course, he could come in through the kitchen, if she'd left the door unlatched.
Her escapist reverie was interrupted by the crusty cock-tip thrust rudely down her throat. How could Harry do such a thing, he a family man and all, it just wasn't right. What had started as a dream was turning into a nightmare. Surely the awful thing tickling her tonsils would make her sick, maybe even vomit. Hadn't Lance barfed after eating her box? Perhaps this is poetic justice, she sighed, reluctantly beginning to caress his sullied foreskin with her warm, wet, lucious lips.
"That's more like it, little girl, now suck me until I cum." He began humping her head with his huge rod, ramming himself into the hairs with wild abandon. Fearing for her tonsils, Suzy bit into his member and he loved it. "That's the spirit, you spunky wench, keep it up! Suck me, bite me, scratch me, I love it!" He banged the side of her head so she'd bite harder.
Her attacks failing, she tried passive resistence, but he wouldn't go for that either. To make her suck him in a more spirited fashion, he yanked on her ears with such force she almost fainted. After that she did what he told her, period.
"Good little girl." He patted her tow head as he humped it even harder, feeling himself near orgasm. It came in hot furious spurts that filled her gullet with sticky goo that made her sick. Gagging on the viscid delivery, she almost barfed but didn't, deciding it might displease Harry, which was right. Watching her swallow his semen, and probably a few pubic hairs, he gushed, "Atta girl!" and slapped her on the back.
Looking slightly green, she lay back on the mattress and looked up at his sagging, greasy cock as it dripped the dregs of his delivery onto her face. Even now it was mammoth, far bigger than Lance's, which was supposed to be large. Harry, however, was older and had used his more which was, she supposed while wiping semen off her forehead with the back of her hand, the reason it was so bloody big.
"And now," he said, twanging his slippery member to firm it up, "I'm going to fuck you, little girl!" There was a maniacal look in his eyes that gave her a start. Inhaling deeply through distended nostrils, she shrieked with apprehension for the sexual act he was about to brazenly perform on her person.
"But, but," she protested, transfixed by the size of his expanding prick.
"Yes, my dear?" he asked, smiling wickedly as he pried apart her satin smooth, suntanned thighs.
"I-I'm a...." Again words failed her as he tore off her bikini bottom.
"A what, child?" His calloused middle finger began probing at her glossy blonde pudendum.
"A virgin," she croaked, half with shame, half fear.
"A WHAT?!" He withdrew his perch finger from her pussy as if the latter were poison.
"A virgin. I'm sorry, Mister Putz, but I really and truly am." Her tone was apologetic as she explained that no matter what he had heard, she was still pure.
"You make me feel like a child molester, a rapist." He hit himself in the side of the head.
"I'm sorry if I do, honest," she said in a little girl voice.
"I'M NOT!" he bellowed, flaunting his smelly firmness in her face, "I think it's just marvy!" And then he fell upon her, smothering her lips with halitosis kisses. His unshaven whiskers scratched her skin, and his B.O. was awesome. Even Thor when he needs a bath smells better, she reflected as she felt his hardened prick push against her impenetrated pussy. Still, he had an animal magnetism about him not unlike her dog did, and probably because of this she found herself sexually aroused by his savage stink. In spite of her usual aversion to bad breath and body odor, she found herself screaming "FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" into his dirty ears, and meant it. Not since yesterday when she had Lance steamed up had she wanted so badly to be deflowered.
"It's not going to be easy, honey bunch," he grunted in her ear. "That thing is really lodged in there tight."
"Maybe you ought to eat me first."
"Don't make me sick, child, I eat meat, not women." He punctuated this statement of policy with a gob of spit that landed near her head.
"I assure you I'm lots cleaner than you are, buddy, or Mabel for that matter."
"What makes you think I'd eat Mabel?"
"Because I saw you do it last night! Your silhouette shows up real good on the window shade."
"Why you dirty little window peeper! Spying on me and Mabel, were you?"
"Not really, only I got tired of waiting for , Lance, the jerk stood me up, and so I happened to look over toward your house and guess what I saw. At least it was better than watching Lawrence Welk."
"I suppose I should take that as a compliment," he muttered, spitting again.
"A one, a two, a three," she giggled, poking him in the ribs.
"Please don't do that, Suzy, Mabel does that and I can't stand it. I'm very sensitive there."
"You are?" She poked him again, bringing a frown to his face.
"Ah, is da poor boy angry?" She tweaked his nose, angering him further. He was about to bash her one when she again took the wind out of his sails with, "Don't you ever brush your teeth, Mister Putz?"
"Are you insinuating something?" His hangover was starting to bother him again, bad.
"No, saying it. Your breath is worse than Thor's."
"And I bet your shit stinks too, little Miss Know-It-All, so there!"
"You certainly express yourself in coarse language, don't you?"
"Smart ass little snot!"
"Garbage mouth!"
"Please shut up so I can fuck you. If you keep talking, I may not want to any more."
"What makes you think I want you to anyway?"
"You didn't lure me over here for nothing," he sneered, untying the top of her polka dot bikini.
"No, I wanted you to fix the lawnmower," she lied, "But you evidently had other ideas. Personally, I think you've been looking at the pictures in Playboy too much lately. You know I could have you thrown in jail for what you're doing?"
"Yes," he said, removing his whiskery lips from her erect nipple, "But you won't, because you want me to ball you. You know and I know that skinny boyfriend of yours isn't man enough to take your cherry."
"But you are?"
"You're damn tootin' I am! Yours won't be the first cherry I popped, not by a long shot!" he boasted, biting into her carmine nipple.
"Ouch, that hurt!"
"Wait until I pop your cherry, then you'll know what hurtin' is!" He roared with laughter, tickling her hairy twat with a couple of fingers.
"You're disgusting, you know it?"
"And you love it!"
"At least Lance has manners."
"And a skinny prick. You need a nice fat one to make you feel fine, one like mine." He flaunted his foreskin in front of her. "See, I'm not even circumcised, that makes me even bigger. Just wait until this monster gets inside your muff, you'll scream for mercy, I'll ream you out so good." Again the maniacal laugh, and Suzy began to tremble with trepidation.
"Scared, are you?" He held her quivering chin between his thumb and forefinger, adding, "You ought to be, it'll hurt like hell!"
"Please, Mr. Putz, I've changed my mind, I-I don't want to be deflowered, at least not now." She scratched at his face, struggling to free herself, but to no avail.
Easily putting down her rebellion by squeezing a pressure point, he confided, "You don't think I'd be satisfied with a simple blowjob, do you? I want me the whole shebang, baby, it's not every day I get to pop a young gal's cherry. Back when I was young, though, I used to get me at least one a week. Ah," he said, sniffing his finger, "Those were the days."
"And they're gone forever, old man. Why not face it, you're a washed up high school hero, your day has come and gone and you're a has-been who'll never graduate from Roto Rooter!"
"Sassy little thing, ain't you? Say what you wish, child, but words will never harm me."
"You're so original," she sneered.
"You're damn right I am, baby, I'm the original one who's going to fuck you!" This time the laughter ended in wheezing.
"Are you always this romantic? It's no wonder Mabel has been making eyes at the milkman."
"Shit, she makes eyes at anything in pants, that don't mean nothing. She knows I'm the only guy big enough and good enough to satisfy her. She's got a cunt big enough to handle a horse, while yours," he tickled her tiny slit again, "is nice and small and tight."
"And you better be careful with it, hear?"
"Like Lance is?"
"Does tearing him down somehow build you up, old man?"
"I'm not so old, I can still get it up. More important, I got experience, I know what to do with it."
"But you're losing your hair, aren't you?" She ran her fingers along his bald spot.
"I got hair where it counts, on my balls baby!" Want a lick?"
"No thanks, I'm not Thor. Want me to get him in here so he can do it for you? I bet that's a thrill you haven't had, being et by a dog."
"Now who's being disgusting? Sure you don't want to give me a hum job? You'll love it." He got on his knees and flopped his hairy testicles in her face. She looked away, offended by the obscene smelly sight. "I'd sooner kiss your ass than that awful thing."
Spinning around, he shoved his bunghole in her face. "Now's your chance baby! Kiss my ass and you'll love it!" And then he broke wind.
Sickened by the smelly onslaught, Suzy was now made ill by the same animal aroma she earlier found enticing. "Please get your GODDAMN ASS off my face, you PEASANT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs into his hairy cleavage.
Reminded of his roots, Harry was humbled by the girl's allegation. No matter how lowly, no red-blooded American likes to be called churl, probably because it hits home. Most people who came to this country were, like crude Harry, of humble origins, but they don't like to be reminded of it. Chastened by her remark, he began to behave better, removing his butt off her face in record time.
"That's a relief," she gasped, fanning air to clear away the awful odor of his flatulation.
"I'm sorry about that, Suzy, I really am. I don't know what came over me, I really don't. Lord knows I never done nothing like that with Mabel."
"She wouldn't let you."
"Cripes, I wonder if she's woke up yet! She finds me missing, she might come looking." He looked worried.
"Don't fret, friend, fuck."
"You mean you still want me to after all I done?"
"Because of it, Harry baby. At least you don't come on like those high school kids, who bore me silly. Like you said, you're an original. Now," she said, wriggling her tuft in a saucy fashion, "ram that big greasy rod of yours into me, okay?"
"Gottcha!" he yelled, leaping back upon her luscious young naked nubile body with middle-aged enthusiasm for same. Humbert couldn't have been more eager to lay Lolita than Harry was to hump Suzy, who had to be the sexiest girl on the block, bar none.
His cock-tip made delicious contact with her tiny moist slit and he was made aware of the firm membrane that barred his path to bliss. A few savage thrusts confirmed what he feared. "That thing is really in there, isn't it?"
"Been growing for almost sixteen years. Too long, in my estimation."
"This might hurt a little, more than likely a lot," he forewarned as his foreskin hit her maidenhead.
"I'm ready for it," she fibbed, fearing the worst.
Slowly but surely his organic sword did battle with the organic plug in her pussy, pushing its way steadily upward and inward until he could feel the thing give. "It won't be long now," he proclaimed, battering away harder at her hairy cleft. But the puffy pink folds refused to give up their buried treasure easily, no matter how hard he humped.
"Whew," he sighed, pausing to catch his breath, "This is harder than I thought it'd be. It's no wonder you're still cherry, child, no high school kid has got balls enough to get that thing out of there."
"And you do?"
"I hope so," he replied, returning to the manly task assigned him. This time he was more successful. Apparently his earlier assaults on her virtue were not without effect, for when he got his second wind he popped her cherry after only a few furious plunges. As his hot huge cock slid deep into her virgin vagina, a tiny trickle of blood oozed from her furry crack onto the mattress. Needless to say, she screamed like hell and Thor, who was sleeping outside the kitchen door, thought his mistress was in trouble. Through the screen door and into the garage he bounded to rescue Suzy, whom he found being attacked by the awful man who had shaken the rolled-up newspaper at him earlier.
Oblivious to all but the hot prick plunging in her pussy, Suzy did not see the huge dog arrive. Instead she was concentrating on the arrival of her first orgasm by fornication, which felt better than her wildest dreams about it. Short excursive exclamations escaped her salivating lips as climax overtook her and Harry in a hot gushing rush of warm sperm and delicious sweet spasms.
But it was Thor who made the deflowering memorable, for he bounded upon Harry's back with all four paws, enveloping the attacker's head in his huge mouth as he tried unsuccessfully to save Suzy from a fate worse than death.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Suzy would have liked seconds, but Harry begged off, pleading Mabel. "She'll beat hell out of us both if she finds me here," he blurted while pulling on his unders backwards.
"It's easier the other way, Harry," said Suzy, wiping off her gooey muff with a rag that had been lying on the lawn mower.
"Is that sanitary?" he asked, aghast at her hygenic practices.
"Are you? Your thing wasn't exactly clean when you stuck it in me, you know. Here," she held out the greasy rag, "Want to use it on yourself?"
"After you did, are you kidding?"
"Okay, go home to Mabel with big spots on your crotch, then see what she says."
"Knowing Mabel, she'll think I peed my pants."
"Yes, I guess that's about your speed, you big lush."
"Don't sound so superior, just because you puff a little pot now and then."
"How about now?" She reached under the mattress for her stash.
"No thanks, I don't want to do anything illegal, the company frowns on it." In spite of earlier qualms, he reluctantly wiped off his slimy root with her sullied rag, then pulled on his pleated pants.
"How can you wear those old fashioned things?" mocked Suzy as she rolled herself a marijuana cigarette.
"Well, for one thing," he said, adjusting his suspenders, "They're comfortable, especially when you're sitting down. Just try and watch a football game in tight trousers."
"Especially if you're fat." She slipped the joint between her beestung lips, smirking at him as only a svelte teenager can.
"Wait until you're old, girl, and your boobs begin to sag, then you won't be so quick to criticize." He stepped into his slippers and headed for the door, hoping Thor wasn't lying in wait for him outside.
"That's a long long time away," sassed Suzy, her voice hoarse from inhaling pot smoke.
"You'll get old quicker than you think, girl, especially if you keep using that dope. Pretty soon you'll be poking a needle in your arm, maybe even die from an overdose."
"Gawd, Harry, you are old, aren't you?"
A superior, prissy look on his unshaven face, Harry didn't dignify that remark with a reply, marching away from the young miscreant as though she weren't good enough for him.
Suzy shook her pretty head at how straight he was, in spite of his taking her cherry. In his own way, Harry was a lot like Lance, they both had that high school hero syndrome, afraid to do something that'd spoil their All American image.
But at least Harry had balled her, whereas Lance had always been afraid to deflower a virgin. Now, she mused, savoring the sweet, heavy smell of marijuana in her nostrils, maybe he'll come across in the hay. He damn well better, after all the trouble I went through getting Harry to seduce me. God, but his B.O. was bad!
As she was contemplating her carnal future, Suzy heard a car pull up in the driveway. Christ! she thought, hearing familiar voices, What is Mom doing back so soon? I thought she'd stay away at least until tonight. Hurriedly, she rubbed out the joint and slipped into her swimsuit.
"I wonder where Suzy is," she heard her mother say outside. "She must be around here somewhere. Oh, Suzy!"
Another voice joined her mother's, that of Vito, her lover. "Are you sure it's safe to leave your daughter alone when you go away? Every day I read stories about young girls getting raped or taking drugs."
"Not my Suzy, she never gets in trouble, and she knows how to take care of herself. Oh, Suzy!"
Suzy stepped out into the sunlight. Squinting her eyes against the sun, she saw her mother dressed in clothes more befitting a twenty-one year old go-go girl than a thirty-six year old mother. Wearing pink hot pants, see-thru blouse and uplift bra, Bunny Sasse hardly looked like a member of the local PTA, which she was.
"Hi, Darling, we wondered where you were," said her mother, embracing Suzy. "Aren't you chilly in that skimpy outfit?"
"Aren't you?" countered Suzy, indicating the hot pants and see-thru blouse. At least she's wearing a bra, thought the girl, thankful her mother maintained at least a modicum of propriety.
"That reminds me, I mustn't forget my coat." She reached into the front seat of the lavender Cadillac Eldorado and took out a beautiful, full-length mink. Putting it on, she spun around as she imagined a model would. "How do you like it?" she asked, her false eyelashes flashing.
"It must of cost a fortune, if it's real."
"Of course it's real," snapped her mother, putting her arms around her twenty-nine-year-old paramour. "Vito and me got married."
"You've got to be kidding. Why, he's at least five years younger than...." Bunny cut her off with a nasty glance.
"Everyone knows I was a child bride the first time," gushed Bunny, who had, decided her daughter, obviously misinformed Vito baby about her correct age. Still, thought Suzy as she saw how happy her mother looked, it's nice to see a person so old in love, even if it is a little undignified. Now it was Suzy's turn to play prig.
"Please don't look at me that way, child, I haven't done anything wrong, nor has Vito." She hugged him again, kissing his swarthy cheeks in a massive show of affection. Suzy couldn't believe her mother behaving like a teenager, or like they used to when she was young.
Vito was more restrained, as was his manner. In spite of his Italian ancestry, he was remarkably subdued in showing emotion. Suzy always thought he was a hit man for the mafia, he seemed the type. Cool, calm and detached, he didn't look like a man who'd be flustered by anything, even gunfire. Tall, dark and handsome, he had a Roman nose and perfect teeth between which there was always either a toothpick or a cheroot. Today it was a toothpick. His suits were shiny and custom made, his ties Countess Mara with a diamond stick pin, his shoes alligator, his shirts silk and monogrammed, his hats Borsalino and his car Cadillac, of course. Allegedly he was in the used car business, but it was rumored locally that he was mixed up in the mob. At least gambling, maybe even prostitution and narcotics. He didn't appear to be the type of person plagued with conscience, which was why Suzy thought him a trigger man. Personally, she didn't think he was smart enough for anything else. She didn't think he was smart enough even to sell cars. She knew why her mother was so giddy around him. He was hot stuff in bed, as she could tell at a glance. Just the way he held himself, it was obvious he got where he was by using women. But why, wondered Suzy, seeing the big diamond on her mother's finger, would he ever want to marry Mom? How can she help him rise in the mafia ranks, when she isn't even Italian? Maybe he wants to infiltrate the PTA, that's more his speed.
Deciding to be direct as only an adolescent can, she asked, "Why'd you two get married, anyway?"
"Because we're in love," replied Bunny, speaking for them both.
"Is that so, Vito baby?"
"Please don't be so informal, child! After all, Mr. Zito is now your stepfather."
"How can I be formal with a guy named Vito Zito?" she laughed, then stopped when her mother shot her another of her looks.
"It's quite all right to call me Vito," proclaimed the new stepfather to his stepdaughter. He put his arm around Bunny to show they were indeed joined together in holy matrimony.
"Where'd you two get married, Tijuana?"
"No," corrected Bunny, irritated by her daughter's insinuations, "In Las Vegas, of course."
"You don't say? Too bad I couldn't make it, but I wasn't invited."
"We got married on the spur of the moment, so to speak," sighed her mother, trying to sound like a movie star, her eyes blinking.
"What she's trying to say," interjected Vito, "is that we got drunk and thought, why in hell not get hitched, so we did. In Vegas, it's easy, you can get married any time you want, day or night," he said knowledgeably.
"Have you been married before, Mr. Zito? You seem to know so much about it."
"Once, briefly, to a chorus girl. It was annulled."
"You never told me about that, Vito lover."
"It's not worth talking about, dearest. It was mere infatuation, while with us it's the real thing."
"You two sound like a soap opera, you know it? Did you happen to see Love Story?"
"Why do you say that?" inquired Vito, still keeping his famous cool.
"Because you're acting like a couple of lovestruck teenyboppers, especially you, Mother."
"I guess it's because we're in love," she gushed, flapping around the front lawn in her fur coat.
"Happened sorta fast, didn't it, Vito baby?" asked Suzy as they both watched her mother dance around like Isadora Duncan with the dog.
"Yes, it did, my child, as love often does. One moment we were strangers, the next lovers. I knew the first time I looked at your mother that she was the woman for me, and so did she."
"But she's older than you are. Surely you know that.".
"Yes, but she's young at heart."
"It's one cliche after another."
"I know it's hard when your mother marries again, especially when your father was such a fine man. I know I never can replace him, but I do hope I can make you and your mother happy." He took a string of pearls from his pocket and put them around her neck. "Here, this is a present from me to you." he said, as usual laboring the obvious.
"Think you can buy me off cheap, huh? Still they are kinda pretty."
"They cost a thousand bucks."
"You're kidding, you've got to be kidding!"
"I am not."
She hugged him fiercely, as her mother continued to cavort with Thor. Maybe she had misjudged Vito as a cheap thug. Now she knew he was at least an expensive thug. Wait until the kids at school saw her necklace!
Bunny tired of dancing when she caught her spike heel in a pile of dogshit. As she sat on the front steps cleaning it off, she saw her daughter and new husband embracing in a too friendly fashion. I just hope he keeps his hands off her. Other women are okay, one expects that of an Italian husband, but if he lays one paw on Suzy, I'll kill him, even if he is in that mafia he says there isn't. Oh, how can I think such rotten things about such a nice guy? I should thank my lucky stars for sending me such a hot stud when I'm thirty-six. I just hope I can keep him and his talented cock. I've never met a man with a more magnificent stroke, or are all Italians that way? If so, I'll just get me another if he ever splits, which I hope he never ever does. She scraped her heel on the step to get off the dogshit, cursing her bad luck. Suddenly she remembered her late husband had bought that dog, and hoped she hadn't defamed his memory. A tear formed in her eye as she recalled the wonderful, wonderful man who had fathered Suzy. He had been so different than Vito, but somehow she liked them both.
Whereas her first husband had been big and blond, Vito was lean and dark. They were as different as a stilleto and a baseball bat, both in looks and bed. Bob balled her as though he were headed for a touchdown, while with Vito it never seemed to end. Last night his spirited sweet stroke had elicited a dozen orgasms from her pussy during the course of a single fuck. Maybe Bob had been a better father, but Vito was better in bed. If the two men were cars, she decided, Bob would be a Dodge Charger and Vito a Ferrari. Both provided thrills, but the latter's lasted longer than a quarter mile. Not that Bob's dick wasn't big, and it definitely had endurance, but unfortunately it had no style. It was a terrible, and at the same time wonderful, thing to say, but Vito humped lots better than her late husband, which was lately why she had been such a merry widow. Now she was Mrs. Vito Zito, and possessed of his good loving forever, she hoped.
Holding the bikini-clad Suzy at arm's length, Vito mentally undressed her delicious young body. "I never knew you were so grown up, little girl. You ought to wear a swimsuit more often. It certainly shows off your curves." He tried to smile paternally, but it came across pimp.
Seeing the way he checked her out, Suzy felt like a harem girl on the auction block. Vito's piercing stare frightened her. He indeed did look like a man who could kill without remorse, but he also looked like a man who knew how to handle women. She supposed that was part of being a salesman, and Italian. Wops were, she'd heard, supposed to be hot stuff in bed, just as they were supposed to be hot-tempered. Vito certainly looked like a man not to cross, she decided, carefully freeing herself from his sweaty grasp.
"I best get some clothes on before I catch cold," she said, and scurried inside to change. Vito watched with a lecher's interest her shapely bum as she bounded up the stairs. God, but that girl's got a beautiful ass on her, he sighed, mentally comparing it with her mother's more ample behind. Maybe Bunny was built for comfort, but Suzy was built for thrills. Someday he'd get into her luscious honey pot, he vowed as her delicious derriere disappeared from view.
"A penny for your thoughts, lover," boomed Bunny as she sidled up next to her new husband.
"I was thinking how much I'd like to make love to you again."
"But we did that all last night," she protested. "To tell you the truth, after the trip and all, I'm just a little tired."
"I'm not." He looked lustily into her weary eyes and she knew it was futile to resist.
"If you want'to, I want to. Just give me a little time to freshen up, okay?"
"No, I want you as you are now." He grabbed Bunny by the wrist and dragged her toward the front door.
"But my bags are in the car."
"Thor will protect them." He tore open the front door and pulled his protesting new spouse toward the master bedroom.
"You're hurting my wrist, Vito, please let go!" she pleaded, but Vito was adament. He wanted to get laid and toute de suite. Seeing Suzy in a bikini had so inflamed his passions that he had to sublimate them with Bunny, who now wondered if she hadn't married a sex maniac.
Once in the bedroom, he ripped off her fur coat and threw it on the floor. Then he silenced her protests with a kiss that changed her mind.
"Oh, Vito Baby, you kiss so good!" she gushed, peeling off her hot pants. In a thrice she was naked, as was he. Lying back on the bed with her soft legs spread invitingly, Bunny beckoned for him to fuck her.
Knowing how badly she wanted it, Vito taunted her with his hardened penis, the tip of which he placed between her big breasts. To prove she could do more than merely suck and fuck, she pressed her warm tits against his prick and began rubbing it in a most enticing fashion.
"Um, baby, that sure does feel good!" he sighed as his stiffness plunged between her luscious soft breasts. Nothing like a French rub-off to make a man enjoy himself, he mused. J haven't had one of these since I hired that black hooker in Vegas, but her boobs weren't as big as Bunny's. As good as Vito felt, he soon felt better, for Bunny, far from resting on her laurels, made the French rub-off even more enjoyable, she combined it with a fellatio. To give him the ultimate in titillation, she lovingly sucked the end of his dick as it delved between her heaving tits and her fingertips fondled his hairy testicles.
"I never knew you were so talented, Bunny," he said, just before cumming in her mouth. So stimulated was he by the action that he came for almost a minute. Bunny couldn't believe the extent of his creamy delivery, but hungrily sucked every last drop of hot sperm from his spending prick. Unlike some females, she wasn't adverse to swallowing seed. In fact, she had rather developed a taste for it. This, more than anything else, was the reason Vito had married her. He liked a woman who liked to suck him off without having to be told, it showed her devotion to him. If Bunny could make his cock happy, she could make him happy, he figured. And besides, he smiled evilly, she has that beautiful stacked daughter who one of these days I'm going to ball.
As she savored the taste of warm sperm coursing down her gullet, Bunny smiled to show she enjoyed what many women found degrading. But unlike most women, she knew how to please a man-totally. No matter what sexual favor Vito demanded, she gave it to him, and some of his preferences were pretty far out. Some would call them perverted, but he preferred to say sophisticated. After all, he had been around and was not to be satisfied in a cursory fashion. He demanded, and got, from females more than mere fornication. He got blowjobs, humjobs, rimjobs, sixty-nines, you name it and he got it from girls ranging in age from twelve to menopause, of every shape, size and color. Variety, he firmly believed, was the spice of one's sexual life. Maybe Bunny was a monogamist now, but in time she too, with a little coaxing, could be persuaded to participate in group sex, as would, he hoped, her luscious young daughter. It was only a matter of time before he would be balling both of them in the same bed. That would be a treat, he sighed, pressing his pursed lips to Bunny's slit.
"I-I'm sorry if I smell 'down there', Vito, but I didn't get a chance to douche after last night," she apologized, wishing she had sprayed herself with Pristine before the trip. "How was I to know you'd want to eat me the moment I got home?"
"You didn't, my dear," he replied, savoring the aroma of her cum-encrusted cunt.
"If you just gave me a minute, I could wash it off."
"Don't bother, I like it better this way," he replied, relishing the taste of sullied snatch.
"Are you sure? My muff is pretty sweaty."
"Quite sure." To silence her, he began sussing her puffy coral folds in earnest. Instantly, she stopped talking and started to moan. "Oh, baby, but that feels good," were her last words before she began communicating with appreciative feline purrs. If nothing else, Vito had an educated tongue, as her lipwashed vagina could now attest. He knew exactly how to elicit a cunnilingual climax from a woman and make her suffer for it. Rather than quickly produce an orgasm in her pussy, his torrid tongue-lashing got her to the brink of bliss, then sadistically held her there for a painfully long period. By the time her twat was finally rewarded with sexual release, she was begging for it. Licking Bunny's box as Thor would water, Vito quickly turned her inside out with rising sexual frustration.
"Oh, please don't make me suffer so much, Vito!" she implored, "please lick me harder, pleeeeease!" She dug her nails into his nape to underscore the point.
Pausing momentarily to catch his breath, Vito savored the intoxicating aroma of aroused vagina, then returned to sampling more of her sweet salty taste, which reminded him of pork chops. He could feel her twat throb with eagerness for his tongue, even suck his stiffened shard deep into her dewiness. Very few female parts he'd kissed could kiss back, but Bunny's was one of them. This was another of his increasing reasons for marrying her, he decided, delving further into her aching void with his curled tongue.
Soon she was on the edge and suffering. Her frustration was total as he artfully titillated her as close to climax as he could without achieving it. As far as Bunny was concerned, this was the ultimate in sadism, and as much as she hated it she also loved it. A glutton for punishment, she lay back and let Vito lick her into the horrible agony she knew would later be followed by total bliss. It wasn't long in corning. Even Vito who was getting tongue tied, couldn't hold out much longer. To save himself for further cunnilingual assaults, he granted her an orgasm which went on and on and on. Her screams were so loud they had Thor barking on the front lawn, and Vito's scratched nape attested to the intensity of her sexual release.
"Oh, God that was good!" she gasped, collapsing after her climax.
"You bet it was, baby," crowed Vito, licking his slimy lips, "Because I'm the best there is and don't you forget it!"
"Where did you ever learn to eat like that?" she asked, suddenly aware her body was bathed in sweat.
"I'll tell you one thing," he laughed, "It wasn't from Emily Post."
"I'm sure even she would appreciate an eat-out from you. Any woman would."
Many have, he sighed, and more will, starting with Suzy. As he prepared to mount her mother, he saw Suzy's photograph on the night stand. Yes, she certainly is a luscious piece of tail, he decided, while slipping his swollen dick into Bunny's slippery box, and I bet she's going to be an even better lay than her mother, once I get through with her. He then proceeded to screw Bunny and himself into total ecstasy as he contemplated the photo of her cute, stacked daughter. Double your pleasure, double your fun, he sighed, happy to have married into such an attractive family.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Monday morning Cissy was getting ready for school, her mind was still filled with the salacious sights of Saturday night. That had been a big moment in her life, indeed, for it was the very first time she had ever seen her father and mother in flagrante delicto, so to speak. She never realized that men's organs got so big when aroused. Maybe not all dicks get as large as her Daddy's, the full length of which she'd felt rise between her cuddly buttocks when he'd whacked her, and himself, into flagellistic bliss. Boy, would I like to do that again! she reflected, relishing the black and blue marks on her butt with her fingertips.
Her racy reverie was interrupted by the booming voice of her mother demanding she come downstairs for breakfast.
"Yes, mother dear, I'll be right down." She hastily hiked her mini skirt back above her bare buttocks, on which she had been fondling bruises produced by her father's palm. He's quite a man, she sighed, wishing she and not Mabel had married him. If only he weren't my father, I'd marry him in a minute, I really would. She skipped downstairs, again the innocent young thing that was Daddy's little girl.
He shot her a paternal smile as she sat down at the table, even putting down the sports page in what had to be, for him, the ultimate compliment to her cuteness. "You sure are pretty this morning," he said, as he beheld her budding beauty. "And so are you, Mabel dear," he hastily added to soothe his spouse's feelings, even though Mabel wore no makeup and had her hair in curlers. One look at her faded features and his eyes returned to the sports page. Even Howard Cosell looked better than Mabel in the morning.
There was still a conspiracy of silence about Saturday night, and Sunday morning for that matter. Nobody dared talk about sexual matters at the breakfast table, nor wanted to. It was just too difficult to discuss.
"Eat your oatmeal, child, it'll give you a bosom," Mabel advised her flat-chested daughter.
"But I don't want a bosom, and besides I hate oatmeal, especially when it's lumpy."
"My oatmeal is not lumpy! Your father likes it. And what do you mean, you don't want a bosom? Every girl your age wants one. I sure did when I was young, and I got me one, too." She proudly showed off her immense prow, parading around the kitchen with back arched to better show off her mammalia.
"I don't want to look like a cow," said Cissy, toying with a lump of oatmeal.
"What do you mean by that crack, you little brat? Did you hear what she said, Harry, did you?"
"Yes, dear," answered Harry from behind the sports page.
"You and your father are two of a kind, you both think you're better than me." Mabel began to weep.
And we are, thought Cissy as she sipped her orange juice.
To avert another crisis, Harry reluctantly put down his paper and patted Mabel on the back. "Now, now, girl, we both love you, don't we, Cissy?"
"Yeah, sure, a whole bunch," replied Cissy, her mouth full of oatmeal.
"Don't talk when you're eating!" snapped Mabel, again playing mother.
"I gotta go," mumbled Cissy, pushing her chair away from the table, "or I'll miss my bus."
"But you didn't finish your oatmeal," protested Mabel, drying her tears with a dishrag.
"My boobs are big enough already," rejoined Cissy as she ran out the front door.
On the bus she sat next to Suzy, who babbled about her mother's new husband. "He's really groovy, got a Caddy Eldorado and lotsa money. Good looking guy, fancy dresser too."
"What is he, a pimp?"
"No, he's in the used car business."
"Salesman, huh?"
"No, he owns it."
"Big deal." Cissy looked out the window, her mind on other matters.
"You don't have to look so bored. Wait until you see Vito, then you'll see what a handsome stud he is."
"Vito? What is he, a mafioso?"
"He says he isn't, but he's Italian and rich, and most of them are mafia so maybe he is."
"It's hardly something to brag about."
"Why do you always have to be such a prude, Cissy? Honestly, if you'd just let your hair down and be a little friendly, boys would be flocking around you like they do me. You've got a cute face, even with glasses, and your figure's not bad."
"Naturally not as good as yours though."
"I didn't say that."
"But you meant it. Look, big tits, I happen to like the way I am, and I don't care to be bothered by a bunch of infantile boys as you apparently do, so please bug off, okay?"
"I was only trying to help out, honest. You sure are grouchy this morning, you in your period or something?"
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Suzy, it's just that I got a little trouble at home and I took it out on you."
"I understand. You and me are still friends, though, aren't we?"
"Yeah, sure. We gotta be, we're next door neighbors, aren't we?"
"Say, that reminds me. Friday night, you and your folks are invited over to the house to meet Mom's new husband. He's really groovy, I know you'll like him."
"You already said that."
"It's true, he's handsome as a movie star, and rich. Look at this pearl necklace he bought me. Cost him a thousand bucks."
"I wouldn't say that so loud if I were you. Never know when there's a junkie on the bus. Best say you got it at Kresge's and leave it at that. Authentic pearls are wasted on adolescents."
"Not on me they aren't!"
"Maybe not, but they are on most of the creeps in our school."
"You sure are snooty this morning, Cissy. What happened this weekend to make you so stuck up? Lose your cherry or something?"
That hurt. Cissy looked out the window and wished she had. It was hell being pure, it really was, especially when there didn't seem to be any advantages. Why couldn't she be loose like Suzy and have fun, why did she have to be so stuffy and remote? She really didn't mean to be, but she was.
"I'm sorry I said that."
"What?" Cissy's mind had been elsewhere.
"About losing your cherry. If you want to know the truth," she whispered, "It was I who lost my virginity this weekend."
"Honest?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"You're kidding, you've got to be kidding. Surely you lost it long ago."
"Nope, just yesterday." Suzy blushed. "Lance?"
"Nope, somebody else, somebody better. A man, not a boy. Not that Lance isn't nice, but he's got a lot of growing up to do."
"Anybody I know?"
"You might." Suzy giggled.
"Come on, you can tell me. We're friends, remember?"
"Nope, I swore not to, and you know I could never break a promise."
"You always have. I never knew anybody so incapable of keeping a secret."
"That isn't so!"
"Yes it is, and you know it. Come on, tell me who took your cherry."
"Promise not to tell?"
"Cross my heart," said Cissy solemnly. "Yes you will."
"No I won't. Now, who is it?"
"Your father."
Cissy gulped. "You've got to be kidding. He fucked you?"
"And something wonderful!"
"You're right, you shouldn't have told me. So that's what he was doing yesterday morning, and he told us he was fixing your lawnmower."
"He was supposed to. That's how I got him in the garage, but the truth is, there wasn't a thing wrong with the mower, it worked fine."
"So you seduced him?"
"I guess you could say that, yeah." Suzy stuck some bubble gum in her mouth and began chewing.
"You've certainly got nerve, I must say that for you. Believe me, if my mother had found you two entangled, she'd have killed both of you."
"She should talk. Rumor is, she's getting it regular from the milkman."
"My mother?"
"None other. Why not, she's a woman, ain't she? By the way, who you getting it from?"
"Nobody, yet, but I've been thinking about Lance." Cissy smiled provocatively.
"Hands off him, sister, he's mine!"
"Yours and who else's? Saturday night, I saw him drive by with another girl beside him."
"That was probably his sister."
"Is she black?"
"What did you say?"
"Is she black?".
"That's what I was afraid you said. Good grief, so now he's getting them from the ghetto. If that's the case, I'm not sure I want him any more, he may be infected. Those nigger chicks are sure to have syphillis, or at least crabs. Damned if I want me a dose. Go ahead, you're welcome to him."
Cissy's fib paid off. Now she could have Lance seduce her without worry of Suzy's interference. It sure was worth it to see the look on that girl's face to tell a little lie. How could Cissy even know what Lance was doing Saturday when she was getting spanked by her Daddy? That dirty old man, screwing Suzy! How could he do such a thing? He's too good for the likes of her. Though I could see why he's attracted to her, she looks like mother did when she was young. Got the same big boobs and lack of smarts. Sort of a modern day Marilyn Monroe. Also, she's not unlike some of those centerfolds he's been slobbering over lately.
Suzy sulked in silence. How could Lance have done such a thing to her? It was the ultimate insult, dumping blonde her for a black bitch! Just wait until she saw him, would she give him a piece of her mind! No, best not talk about it, it might get around. That is, if Cissy didn't spill the beans. Damn, and I just had him on the verge of diddling me too, but damned if I'll get me a dose from that dim bulb. He's got to be dumb to chase Niggertown nooky, he really does.
Sure enough, when the bus reached school, there was handsome Lance conversing with a curvaceous colored girl on the sidewalk. One glimpse of that and Suzy was livid. When the bus stopped, she stalked past Lance without saying a word. Thinking perhaps she hadn't seen him, he ran after her, telling her to stop. But she kept right on walking. Finally he stopped her with a hand on the shoulder.
"Get your paw off me, creep, before I call the police!"
"What's come over you, Suzy, why are you acting this way?" He took away his hand as though she were on fire.
Eyes, straight ahead, she replied, "You know and I know what I mean, so don't play dumb, even if you are." She brushed his hulking body aside and headed for the school building.
"Was it because I got sick, was it? I'm sorry I did, honest, it won't happen again, ever."
"You're damn right it won't, because you won't get near my snatch again, ever."
"Was it something I did, or didn't do? Want me to make you, is that it, is it?" He chased after her like a stray dog.
"NO IT ISNT! Now will you quit bothering me or do I have to report you to your coach? I'm sure he wouldn't want you molesting innocent girls."
"Ha, you innocent, that's a laugh! You who beat me off umpteen times!"
"But no more, just touch me and you get a knee in the nuts, see?" By her look he could tell she meant business. But what had he done to anger her so? Best let her alone for a while and she'd snap out of it in time. He waved goodbye and left her fuming. Good riddance to that big jerk! thought Suzy as she let Linus open the door for her.
"It's nice to meet a gentleman." she said, allowing him to carry her books down the corridor.
Meanwhile, back at the bus, Lance stopped Cissy as she stepped onto the sidewalk. "What's the scoop on Suzy, anyway?" he asked, taking her books. "Was it because I was talking to LeRoy Brown's sister? The poor guy got busted for pot this weekend, and that means he's off the team. Our coach won't stand for that, he's a real straight arrow. Think it was that?"
"Perhaps."
"Is it another guy, is that it?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, is it? Just tell me his name and I'll beat him up! No guy is going to steal my girl."
"Do that and you'll lose her for sure. You've got a head on your broad shoulders, why not use it?"
"How?" he asked, a blank look on his handsome face.
"By making her jealous."
"How would I do that?"
"By being seen with another girl."
"Who, for instance?"
"Well, why not me? That way, you wouldn't have to worry about falling in love with me."
"Why do you say that?" he said, opening the door for her.
"Because you like girls with big boobs, and I'm flat as a pancake compared to Suzy."
"But you've got a pretty face and great legs, even better than Suzy's."
"You're just being kind," she said, her eyes downcast.
"No, really, I think you're a very sexy girl, honest. I've always thought that. Some guys may not think so, but I do. And you've got me pegged wrong as just a breast man. Legs are more important, and you've got 'em, baby." He mentally undressed her with his eyes, and liked what he saw.
"Down, boy, we don't want to get you all excited before class. You best not become too interested in me. Remember, I'm only to make Suzy jealous, not replace her."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Suzy is my true love, but you got your points, too."
"Some day I may show them to you, if you're nice, Lance baby," she winked as she took her books from him and went into class. Watching the way she shook her shapely backside, Lance began to get ideas about this girl he'd previously underrated. He couldn't think of a better girl to lose his cherry on. That way, when he went back to Suzy, he would be ready for her. And to hell with the coach and his warnings that fornication would weaken him for football. It sure didn't seem to hurt the other guys, so why him? At the very least, diddling had to be less dangerous than dope.
"Care to have lunch with me, Cissy?" he called after her.
She turned around and rewarded him with a smile. "Sure, why not?"
"See you at twelve in the lunchroom, baby."
Baby, she thought, he called me baby. I guess I am getting somewhere with Suzy's boyfriend. Shooting her out of the saddle is going to be easier than I thought, it really is. Serves her right for seducing my daddy.
Down the hall in another classroom, Linus and Suzy sat conversing in neighboring desks. As Linus was a good listener, she poured out her problems to him in gushy prose. It was almost as if she were a movie star and he her hairdresser. "I don't know what I'm going to do about Lance," she sniffed, "I suppose I still love him, but it's not going to be easy to go back after he's dated a black bitch. I know we mustn't be prejudiced, but it's hard when your boyfriend is involved."
Linus held her soft white hand in his, dutifully playing the part of father confessor. Why not, it was the best way to break down a girl's defenses. First she pours out her heart to you, and next thing you know she's taking off her clothes. At least that was the way it was supposed to work, he'd read somewhere, and he hoped to put the plan into practice with Suzy.
"You have a perfect right to be angry, deary. Lance treated you in a most cavalier fashion, the big bully." He stroked the top of her hand to soothe, and perhaps arouse, the disturbed, stacked girl. His myopic eyes focused through thick lenses on her heaving chest. God, but she's got big tits! he thought, sliding his hand up her wrist. But before he could do anything class started. Damn school anyway, he cursed, it only gets in the way of my education.
All morning Cissy found it hard to concentrate on her schoolwork, so many carnal thoughts were swimming in her head. She couldn't wait until noon, when she would see Lance again. He certainly was a gorgeous hunk of man, not like skinny Linus. This guy was built, as he darned well ought to be, being a star halfback. Some said he'd be All State this year, if he didn't get injured. Cissy's recent interest in football had given her an appreciation for the game, and admiration for those tough enough to play it. Lance was certainly no sissy. He had the kind of guts it took to risk his neck on the gridiron. She wondered if he had gumption enough to take her cherry. If he didn't, she decided, nobody did. I'll get him to hump me if it's the last thing I do, she vowed, closing her textbook as the bell rang for lunch recess.
True to his word, Lance was waiting for her in the lunchroom. He had even saved her a seat at his table. Unlike some oafs on the team, he certainly was a gentleman. That's the best combination, a guy who's both tough and gentle, she sighed, sitting down next to him.
"Care to share my lunch with me?" He handed her a banana. "Mom always packs enough for a horse."
"Let's face it, Lance, you are a growing boy." Cissy smiled as she provocatively peeled the profered banana. Taking a bite of its tip, she paused, looked deep into his bright blue eyes and said, "Wanna play hooky?"
He looked around furtively, then mischievously smiled and said "Yes, sounds like fun. Where should we go?"
"Somewhere in the country, I'm sick of the city."
"Me too. Lucky I brought my motorcycle."
They rode his Honda to a remote place ten miles out of town where his grandpa had a farm. The weather was perfect, the place deserted (his grandfather was in a rest home) and their mood romantic. After hoofing around the place, they located some hard cider and got tipsy. Then, determined to rid themselves of middle class inhibitions, they tore off their clothes and ran naked through corn fields.
Fatigued by exercise and cider, they collapsed in one another's arms under a box elder tree. There they embraced ardently, exploring the wonders of each other's bodies.
"You're beautiful, Lance, you really are," remarked Cissy as she stroked his red, rampant cock. "Let me suck it for you, let me make you happy."
"If you insist." He lay back against the tree and watched with approval as she lovingly massaged his bulbous cock-tip with her luscious warm tongue. "Um, um, that sure does feel good!" he gasped, feeling himself grow firmer under her girlish attentions. "You suck lots better than Suzy, she's always afraid to suck me all the way. Hint, hint."
"Please don't mention her name, okay?" she snapped, her reply somewhat muffled by his manhood.
"Never again!" Still, he was glad he'd said it, as now she was really sucking up a storm. His prick began to palpitate with imminent climax. Will she go all the way? he wondered, feeling her fondle his bobbing hairy balls with her upturned fingernails. "You sure do know how to arouse a man," he sighed as he shot his wad in her warm wet mouth.
Once he was again tumescent, she took his stiff prick and pulled its head flush against her pussy.
"Now, Mister Halfback, pretend my privates are the one yard line. It's the fourth down and your team is behind six points with eight seconds to go. The center hikes you the ball and its all or nothing. Your receivers are covered so you have to run it up the middle. But there's a mammoth mother blocking your path. You gird your loins and run right through him to a touchdown. That's what you've got to do to my cherry. Got it?"
"Got it!" Bracing himself on the box elder, he shoved his stiffness firmly against her female parts and pushed with all his might. It took every bit of ass muscle he had to produce the kind of pelvic thrusts it took to dislodge her maidenhead, but he did it, slipping inside heaven on the seventh savage surge. Her slippery sheath was so enjoyable he came in eight seconds, but he'd won the game. Her orgasm, which also arrived in record time, provided the extra point needed for victory.
As he lay gasping on the grass after it was over, he had to agree fucking Cissy was sure a whole lot more fun than the football practice he'd missed.
CHAPTER NINE
All school day Suzy mooned over her breakup with Lance. At first she was on the verge of forgiving him, but then she saw the scoundrel skip off with Cissy during lunch, and she hated him again. To get even, she even let Linus walk her home. Along the way she cursed her two-timing steady, using Linus as a sounding board. But rather than agree with her, he steadily defended Lance.
"Who knows, maybe he and Cissy went on a field trip together. They might be gathering wild flowers this very minute."
"More likely he's sprinkling that horny little bitch with his pollen. Oh, I'm sorry I said that about your girlfriend, I really am."
"But it's true, she is horny. Cissy constantly plagues me to pop her cherry, the silly virgin," he replied condescendingly, trying to sound like the man of the world he wasn't.
"Is that so? Yes, virgins can be so silly at times, always giggling as they do, especially when the subject of s-e-x pops up."
"That certainly is a descriptive way to put it, 'Pops up'."
"You're a clever one, Linus." She pinched his cheek, causing it to blush. Then she added, "And sexy, too." Now he turned crimson.
"You shouldn't be ashamed because you're sexy, Linus." She butted her shapely hip against his; the feel of her hot desirable flesh sent an electric thrill racing through his loins. "Actually," she said, spitting out her bubble gum, I think you're lots sexier than Lance. He's such a big clumsy oaf, while you are lean and light on your feet."
"You really think so?" he answered, tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.
"Yes," she said, stooping to help pick up spilled books. She looked deep into his myopic eyes, which were magnified by the thick lenses he wore, and told him he was a very sensitive person, and it took a very sensitive person to make love well.
"But you hardly know me," he derided, struggling to get back onto his feet under the heavy load of books, "So how can you say I'm a great lover?"
"I guess you're right. Linus, I can't. In fact, you're probably a lousy lover."
His masculine ego, ballooned by her earlier accolade, burst.
"Don't look so forlorn, Linus baby, I was only kidding." She put her hand on his boy shoulder in consolation.
He shrugged it off, "About what?"
From the glance he shot her, she could see he'd been hurt by what she'd said. She apologized, but still he sulked, refusing to speak.
"Please don't hate me, Linus, please," she begged, tugging at his sleeve.
"Will you please refrain from touching my person," he said through clenched teeth, staring straight ahead.
"I wasn't, only your shirt."
"Well, then, please do not touch my shirt."
"Okay, then, how about your pants?" She rubbed the heel of her hand up and down his thigh in a most suggestive fashion. This time he was a trifle slower protesting. When he did, she didn't stop. Instead, she teasingly tapped her fingertips on his fly.
Savagely he slapped her hand. "Don't you dare treat me thus, you prick teaser!" he screamed, at the same time covering his crotch with books.
"Me, tease? That's a laugh, it really is. I'm one girl in high school who knows the score, believe thee me."
"Maybe so, but that doesn't entitle you to play .with my manhood."
"What'samadder, don't you like me to feel your cock? Afraid it doesn't measure up to Lance's?"
"It's not how big it is, but what you do with it that counts," he quoted from somewhere.
"So it is little?" she kidded.
"It is not!"
"Prove it."
"Here, on the sidewalk? Are you that shameless?"
"Nope, silly, at my house. I keep this mattress in the garage, we can go there. Come on, I'll show you a good time." She tugged on his sleeve.
"But is it clean?"
"My thing? Sure, I douched before coming to school. You can lick it if you want."
"No, I mean the mattress. It isn't soiled is it?"
"Don't be so squeamish, you big sissy. So what if Thor sleeps on it." She tugged harder until he started moving again toward her house.
"Who's Thor?"
"My dog."
"You mean you want me to make love to you on a mattress you're dog sleeps on? Isn't that a little unsanitary?"
"Look, if you don't want to lay me, just give me my books and split, because I'm not so hard up that I have to beg boys to ball me."
"Even though you apparently do not satisfy Lance, who seems to find Cissy more attractive sexually."
"You sure do know how to hurt a girl, don't you? If you want to know the truth, Lance is frightened of me. I think he finds me too aggressive sexually. The fact is, and please don't spread this around, that he's never even fucked me."
"Not even once?" Linus couldn't believe his ears. Here he had a chance to climb aboard a girl who was too good even for a football hero!
"Nope, he was too scared to screw me. In fact," she whispered, "And this is really confidential, I only lost my virginity this weekend."
"You're kidding! But I've heard at least a dozen guys brag about how they've humped you!"
"All lies. Only one person has made love to me."
"And who was that?"
"That is for me to know and you not to find out. Quit being so nosy, will you? I mean a girl's got a right to some privacy, you know."
"I'm sorry, it's just that I have a naturally inquisitive mind."
"You mean dirty one, don't you? I've seen the way you look at me when I walk down the corridor with Lance."
"So does every guy in school. You are a very attractive girl, Suzy, in a cheap sort of way." He yawned, just before she hit him with her purse.
"How dare you call me cheap, you four-eyed freak!" She banged away at his skinny body with her heavy purse, until he stayed her hand with his.
"Now, now, girl, can't you take a joke?" He gave her blonde head a pat.
She sobbed, "No, it's true, people do think me cheap, especially other girls. They all call me slut and whore. Behind my back, naturally. None of them dares say it to my face, the cowards. They know I'd scratch out their eyes if they did." She gestured accordingly with her hands.
"I don't think you're cheap, Suzy. In fact, I find you very perceptive, even intelligent."
"You do? She dried her eyes with the back of her hand as he continued.
"Yes, and you may not believe this, but it was your mind and not your body which attracted me to you."
"Now you gotta be kidding, nobody but nobody ever called me smart, though I am, you know. Who's interested in a brainy girl anyway? All boys ever care about are boobs." She thrust out her sweatered chest to show what she meant. Only by exerting maximum self control did Linus avoid looking at "them" as she called her immense breasts. Instead, he held her soft chin in his hand, stared deep into her bright blue eyes and told her she was brilliant. Naturally, she laughed.
"Now I know you're dingy, Linus baby. I may have a few brains, but I'm no Einstein."
"But you are easily the smartest girl I've ever met."
"Even smarter than Cissy? I mean, she gets straight A's. Me, I'm lucky if I pass."
"Grades are no test of a person's intelligence," he said knowledgeably, affecting an arrogant pose.
"Then what is?"
"Well, a sense of humor for one, which you definitely have."
"I do?"
"Yes. I especially admire the way you can cut people down. That takes talent."
"Even if it does lose me a lot of friends. As you've noticed, I don't like to beat around the bush." Grabbing his thin hand in hers, she said, "Let's fuck."
"But are you sure you want me, Suzy? I mean," he gestured at his sunken chest, "I'm hardly built like Lance."
"Men's bodies aren't important, not like women's are. What counts is what you got upstairs. That's what makes for a good lover, not how big your balls are, or your jack." She smiled saucily, letting her hand linger on his thigh.
"I-I just hope I don't disappoint you," he stammered, following as she led him up the sidewalk to her house.
"Because you're a virgin?"
"No, I'm not!" he protested, in vain.
"Don't kid me, I know the score. You forget I ride to school with Cissy."
"And she's told you about me?"
"Everything."
"No!"
"Yes! Now, come on, I'm kinda horny myself." She pulled so hard on his shirt she popped a button.
"My shirt!" He started to bend over to pick up the button, but she wouldn't let him. Dragging him toward their mattress rendezvous, she conjured up carnal images of her seduction of Cissy's boyfriend. I'll show that little snip who is sexier! When I get through with Linus he'll never want to see her again. What anybody sees in that four-eyed, flat-chested female is beyond me.
As they entered the iniquitous garage, Linus asked, "But what about your mother?" as Suzy tore off his shirt.
"She's at work." Suzy tossed the shirt, from which she had popped every button, onto the greasy floor.
"But that was a brand new shirt!"
"Look, which is more important, that shirt or me?" She pulled off her sweater to bare the most beautiful set of tits Linus had seen anywhere. Even the Playmate of the Month, with whom he'd had a hot affair in the bathroom the night previous, palled by comparison. Suzy was not only stacked, but her boobs were magnificently formed. Unable to resist their ripe allure, he ran his trembling hands across her soft shapely mammaries, the nipples of which rose under his touch. As many times as he'd imagined how her boobs would look sans sweater, he never thought they'd be like this!
They outshone even his wildest wet dreams. He continued to caress her carmine nipples in a most affectionate fashion as she artfully undid his fly. When his polished cotton pants fell to his feet, she yanked down his jockey shorts and lay bare his stiff, spindly prick. She held the latter in her hot little hand, gently stroking his penile pinkness. The skinny one-eyed snake with the turtle neck sweater seemed to like her stroking, for he grew bigger under her girlish grasp.
"Um, that sure does feel good," he sighed, letting her manipulate his member in a most delightful way. She does it even better than I do, he mused as she fondled his foreskin.
Pursing her beestung lips, she asked the snake, "Want me to kiss you?"
"Only if I can kiss you back," answered its owner from above.
"You mean you actually want to eat my pussy? Lance always has to be forced to press his lips to my privates. I guess the hair gets caught in his teeth or something."
"You sure don't have to force me to eat you, Suzy, I've been dying to ever since I once looked up your skirt in study hall."
"I thought you were looking for that lost pencil an awfully long time."
"And you weren't wearing anything underneath either."
"It was a hot day as I recall."
"Boy, I sure got hot after seeing your snatch, believe me."
"Took it out on Cissy, did you?"
"Yes, and she sucked me super good. That girl sure knows how to give good blowjobs."
"I give better." She grabbed his manhood and began to munch on it in a most enjoyable fashion. Suzy's luscious lingering tongue toyed with the underside of his foreskin as her fingertips tenderly titillated his scrotum.
"You aren't bad, Suzy babes." Linus lay back on the mattress and watched approvingly as the wanton blonde went down on him. Greedily she devoured his hardened dick, which was of more manageable size than huge Harry's. Rather than gag on his-gland, she was able to suckle the throbbing thin shaft with every part of her warm wet mouth. With a little extra effort, she even got his balls between her lips. The latter proved especially exciting for libidinous Linus, who'd always dreamed about cumming in a beautiful girl's mouth. Far from being forced to perform a fellatio on his penis, Suzy practically had begged him for the privilege of sucking him off. This girl is too much, he sighed as she hummed a tune with his scrotal sac in her mouth. Nothing like a hum job to make a guy feel good! With Suzy, the proof of the pudding was certainly in the eating.
She licked his dick with not only expertise, but wild abandon. Instead of merely giving his smelly manhood a cursory kiss, she welcomed its firmness into her willing throat. The girl gobbling between Linus's lean legs was really going to town on him, and he enjoyed her attention immensely.
"Just keep it up for a little while longer, girl, and you'll have yourself a nice little snack."
Hastily she withdrew her bobbing head from his dick. "I'm tired of doing all the work," she complained, spitting out pubic hairs. "How about you eating me for a change?"
"How about us both doing it?"
"Sixty-nine? I've never done that before."
"Well, now's the time to start. Dibsie on tops."
"I always get stuck on the bottom," muttered Suzy as he cropped his dick down her throat.
"You're a girl, remember, that's where you belong." But before she could bitch he had pressed his lips to her pouty wet pussy and was frenching up a storm. Probing deep into her pungent, peach-like slit he sought out the wellspring of her desire. Upon locating her slit, he lovingly caressed its lubricious swollen surface with his tongue, and soon had her twat trembling. Suzy evidently has a very strong sex drive, he mused as his face became more and more enmeshed in her smelly muff. Douche as she had, the girl had also spent all day at school and was more than a little sweaty. Not that Linus minded, for he found her gamy fragrance intoxicating, as she did his. The two were a pair of entwined interlocking lusts and bodies, unified in the pursuit of passion. Knowing that the more pleasure they gave the more they got in return, each did his or her utmost to please the other's privates.
Needless to say, their moaning made a bit of noise. Enough to get the dog barking, which was enough to wake Vito from his nap. He worked nights, and usually had a siesta before heading for the lot.
That damn dog anyway, what's he barking at now? cursed the used car salesman as he looked out the window. It's too late for the mailman, and nobody's at the door, but he sure is making a racket. Guess I'd better see what's the matter or I'll never get any sleep, and God knows I need it after balling Bunny until six this morning. I must have fucked her fifteen times if I fucked her once. The wench is insatiable. She really is. This marriage may be the death of me yet.
He slipped on his velvet smoking jacket and headed for the door. Thor was barking louder than ever, which made Vito wonder if there might be a prowler. With all the lemons he'd sold, and diseased prostitutes he'd peddled, Vito had made a few enemies in this world, so decided to take his gun with him.
Slowly edging his way out the front door, he looked all ways and saw nothing, save Thor, who seemed to be barking at the garage. Aha! He's got the guy trapped in there! Good work, dog.
Vito advanced gun in hand toward the garage, ready to kill if he had to. Having watched hundreds of crime movies, he kicked in the door and saw the most salacious sight imaginable. Suzy was being sixty-nined by a skinny long-haired hippie freak with glasses, the lenses of which were considerably steamed up by cunt vapors.
"All right, fella, hold it right there!" Vito leveled the .44 magnum at Linus' head. The lad's tongue stopped in mid-twat, frozen with fear. Suzy, on the other hand, kept right on licking the lust-swollen love prod that was on the verge of bursting. Damned if she'd stop sucking just because Vito walked in on them. The nosey bastard anyway, who does he think he is barging in here like he owns the place. So what if he's married to Mom, that gives him no right to interfere with my personal affairs, and I'll tell him so just as soon as I finish with Linus.
Poking the pussy licker's slimy nose with the barrel of his pistol, Vito demanded to know what Linus was doing.
"What's it look like I'm doing?"
"Don't get cute with me, punk!" sneered Vito, pistol-whipping Linus across the forehead. His glasses were sent flying onto the cement floor, where Vito stepped on them with his alligator shoes, just as he'd seen done in countless crime movies. "That'll teach you to sass me, you little pervert!" Then he grabbed Linus by the scruff of the neck and pulled his naked form off Suzy's. The boy's over excited penis now freed from her loving lips, exploded in a series of sticky spurts that soiled Vito's velvet smoking jacket.
"Why you little creep, look what you've done to my smoking jacket. I had this thing custom made for me in Vegas! You'll pay for this, jerk!"
"Serves you right for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, Vito," sassed Suzy, happy to see him get his just desserts.
"You're certainly one to talk, you with your nose in his asshole."
"Tsk, tsk, such language for a stepfather to use!"
"And such behavior for an under-age girl. You'll come to a bad end if you keep this up."
"Even if I do I'll be better than you, dago. I don't know what Mom sees in you aside from your greasy good looks, I really don't.
"Well, you may see me in you if you don't watch your tongue." He dragged Linus by his long hair and tossed him naked onto the front lawn, where Thor attacked his face with slobbering tongue. A few moments later Vito threw out the boy's pants and shoes. The shirt he left in the grease where it lay. "And don't come back or I'll call the cops, understand?" Then he clanged the door shut and confronted Suzy, who answered his stare with a bog of spit.
Wiping the mess off his face with a monogrammed handkerchief, he said, "I don't know who is messier, you or your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Oh, so you've turned whore, have you? I knew it wouldn't be long before you were turning tricks for money. I saw it coming."
"But you didn't get out of the way in time, did you?" She chortled with laughter, rolling onto her bare back. Vito couldn't help but focus his eyes on her little tuft of fun. Checking his gold watch, he figured he had enough time to fuck her before Bunny came home, if the girl didn't give him any more crap. He took off his semen-soiled smoking jacket and hung it on the handle of the lawn mower, commenting, "I ought to make that little creep pay the cleaning bill. Sure hope that stuff comes out."
"Why don't you lick it off?"
"You're disgusting, you know it?"
"And I'm also pretty sexy, aren't I?" She wiggled her snatch in his direction and got immediate results. His wolf-emblazoned undershorts began to bulge as he found himself aroused by her undeniable charms. He put down his pistol and took out his penis.
"Stick 'em up, sister!" he said, pointing it at her.
"What's that?" she asked with mock shock.
"What do you think it is, stupid? It's a dick." He shook his head at her ignorance.
"Oh, it's something like a penis, only smaller."
"It is not!" Still, he looked down to be sure he hadn't sagged. "I know I'm hung good, at least better than lover boy out there on the front lawn."
"It's not how big it is, but what you do with it that counts."
"And what special thing did he do with his that so impressed you?" he asked, waving his obscene swarthy dangle in her direction.
"Well, lemme see. The thing he did with his dick that impresses me most was...." she paused to ponder the point.
"Yes?" inquired Vito, anxious to discover what pleased her most, so he could improve on it.
"I think it was when he came on your smoking jacket." She giggled, and got slapped for her impertinence. Vito, it seemed, didn't have a sense of humor when it came to sex, at least not that kind.
CHAPTER TEN
It was obvious to Vito that Suzy needed to be punished for her impudence with more than a mere slap. Otherwise her insubordination would only grow worse until the situation became impossible. Why couldn't the girl be soft and malleable like her mother, who did exactly what he told her to do. The only trouble was, he was already tired of Bunny's docility. He liked girls with spunk, if only because he had so much fun breaking their headstrong spirits. Suzy's sassiness brought back his pimp days, when he had to keep a string of girls in line with brute force and intimidation, plus a little artful prodding now and then. It was during this period in his life that he learned how to handle women and became the authority figure they all wanted. Surely Suzy is no different than those sluts, he sneered. Underneath her beautiful exterior she's just another dumb cunt. So he decided to treat her like one.
He kicked off an alligator loafer and placed a fetid bare foot on her breast. "Lick between my toes," he ordered and got a laugh in response.
"You talk about Linus being a pervert? So this is your bag, huh? A foot fetishist, that's about as way out as you can get. Does it really turn you on having your toes tickled?" She did and he giggled briefly before silencing her with a swift kick to the chin.
"Hey, that hurt!" She rubbed her jaw, then told him to get his foot the fuck off her tit. He didn't, so she told him again. Still he refused so she resorted to drastic action; she bit his big toe, hard, and held on with a bulldog grip. Desperately he struggled to free his great toe from her teeth but with little success.
"You little bitch, let go of me this instant!" To make her mind, he used his free foot to kick her in the side of the head. However, this left him unbalanced and he fell backward into the lawn mower and a gob of grease. Suzy found this so funny she let go of his toe, which he hastily withdrew from her presence so he could massage it.
"You could have injured me seriously. Did you know that the human bite is one of the most deadly? If you had broken the skin I might well have been infected with disease, maybe even have died." He rubbed the great toe he had previously taken for granted, but now appreciated.
"Really? In that case, let me bite you again. Maybe this time I can break the skin." She grabbed for his other foot but he was too fast for her. Once burned....
"Good grief, child, you've really got a problem, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, standing up, "You!"
"Me? You must be kidding. What have I done to bug you?"
"You moved into my Mother's house."
"And into your mother. What's the matter, kid, jealous?"
"I'm not a kid!"
"So I noticed. You sure got a set of jugs on you for a girl so young. Nice ass, too. But I bet you're not half the woman your mother is, or ever will be. She is one hot piece of tail, believe me, and I've been around."
"I'm sure you have. Is that why you got married in Nevada, so you didn't have to take a blood test?"
"Are you insinuating I got VD?"
"Just don't try anything with me, because I have standards."
"Yes, I noticed that by the loser who was licking your snatch when I walked in. He certainly had class."
"Linus is very sensitive."
"Most pricks are."
"You didn't have to break his glasses."
"No, but I sure enjoyed it, just like I'm going to enjoy wiping that smile off your pretty face. It's about time you learned who's going to be boss around this house." He stood up and towered over her naked body. Affecting a power posture, he was about to tell her off when she knead him in the groin. Buckled over with pain, he plummeted to the floor. But before Suzy could escape, he latched onto her ankle with an iron grip. She struggled to get free, but it was no use. Vito was super strong from lifting weights.
"I'll teach you to knee me, you slut!" He pinched her leg until it turned purple, such was his strength. "No broad kicks me in the balls and gets away with it!" He pulled her down onto the mattress and, after slapping her face a few times, slipped out of his pee-stained undershorts and stuffed them in her protesting mouth. "This'll serve as a gag so you can't scream for help." Then he bound her hands and feet and watched with approval as she writhed helplessly on the lust-soiled mattress. Never had he seen a more fetching sight than her bound, bare body squirming to get free.
Still in a somewhat playful mood, he began tickling her in the usual places to see if she was ticklish. She was, and began to giggle insanely behind the gag. When she was in the height of hysterics, he switched to pain as a punishment, pinching her nipples hard. To hurt her even more, he twisted them as he pinched. Her back arched in agony as he held on relentlessly. Only when she seemed on the verge of fainting did he let go. Then he paused for a cigarette and caught his breath. Holding her down, even bound and gagged, was no easy chore. Suzy was some strong wench, especially when angry. It took every bit of strength Vito could muster to control her outbursts. As he was relaxing, she somehow kicked him with her bound feet. At least it wasn't in the balls, or he might have over reacted. As it was, he merely touched the glowing tip of his cigarette to the bottom of her bare feet. Even through the gag her screams were audible. Afraid she might suffocate on his undershorts, he advised her he would remove them from her mouth if she wouldn't use it. After she hurriedly nodded assent to his proposal, he did as promised. Suzy, on the other hand, complained vociferously about the cavalier treatment she'd received. He listened for a few minutes, then looked at his watch and said, "If you aren't quiet in five seconds, back goes the gag." She shut up, seemingly resigned to her fate. Actually she was plotting awful revenge against her tormentor. Boy, will I fix his wagon when I'm free! At the very least I'll have his ass thrown in jail for a million years. They don't take kindly to mafioso molesters around here. He'll be lucky if he isn't casterated after I tell folks what he did to me. I'm sure Harry Putz would be glad to oblige.
Seeing her silent, he facetiously asked, "A penny for your thoughts, princess?"
"What, peasant?"
Ignoring her slur on his origins, he searched about the garage for something with which to flog her luscious female flesh. At last he found a pair of jumper cables. If only I had a battery to connect them to, I could really have me some fun, he chuckled, remembering the time he'd used a battle prod on a particularly troublesome prostitute. He wished he had one now, that'd sure bring Suzy around fast. As it was, he was forced to make do with inferior flogging equipment. Finally deciding the jumper cables wouldn't do, he discarded them in favor of a more pedestrian light cord, replete with plug.
This he dangled over her shapely smooth posterior, describing her anal cleavage with the two prongs. It was beautiful to watch her ass-cheeks twitch with fear. If only she would break wind, my day would be complete, he sighed, feeling his cock grow firm again. This, too, he rubbed along her rear, also probing with it into her tender privates. After he had deemed her properly disciplined, he decided he would celebrate with a victory fuck. That will be great fun, he mused, feeling the sweet moistness of her love slit on his swollen cock-tip.
In spite of her all-consuming aversion to Vito, Suzy found herself aroused by his vile proddings between her posteriors. Why is it, she wondered, that rat bastards always know how to turn you on? She bet he was great in bed, as her mother's orgasmic screams of the night previous could attest. But stimulated as she was by his venal attentions, Suzy still hated Vito with a passion, and vowed never to bow to his bestial will, not ever. She set her jaw in a show of determination as he diddled her derriere with his hardened dick.
Vito had planned to flog her into submission, but probing her luscious posteriors gave him another idea. Tossing aside the light cord, he untied her ankles and moved his prick into buggering position between her ass-cheeks.
As she felt his huge appendage poke at her tiny anus, Suzy, who was resigned to rape, said, "Vito baby, you've got the wrong hole."
"No I don't dearie." He shoved harder at her little bung hole, which did not seem big enough to admit a pickle, let alone his giant penis. He, like Harry, was possessed of a wounding prick.
"You don't mean you're actually going to ... "
"Cornhole you? Indeed I am, and you'll love it!" Now he began to batter her virgin arsehole with the great force necessary to breach its silky, puckered surface.
Suzy cried out with excruciating pain, for her arse hurt something terrible. How could he do such an awful thing? It was too dreadful to contemplate, let alone endure.
His cock-tip penetrated her anus perhaps half an inch, and Vito stopped to rest. "This is going to be harder than I thought," he said, resting his sweaty head on her smooth warm back.
"Then why not forget it?"
"I didn't get where I am by being a quitter, baby." Vito, like many Italian immigrants, had swallowed the protestant ethnic whole in spite of being a catholic. He blindly believed that hard work would pay off in buggery as well as business, so he forged ahead against impossible odds in seeking to force his dick up her diminutive asshole. Plunging hard into her derriere, he shoved aside shit and stretched her colon walls to the breaking point before bursting forth into her intestines. Once the passage was clear, he charged into the opening with all his masculine might, eliciting shrieks of pain from the poor callipygean (callipygean means shapely buttocks). Suzy prayed for him to cum soon so it would be over, but his staying power seemed superhuman.
"Please cum, Vito, pleeease!" she begged, "I don't know if I can take this much longer!"
"You mean you don't like it?" he asked, shoving himself into the hairs.
"I hate it! It hurts awful and I wish it would end. Please get it over with, please cum," she moaned as the pain became unbearable. Her ass began to twitch from hurt, and this probably saved her from certain hemorrhoids as the consequent contractions on his cock made him cum. Hot, gooey spurts of semen shot forth into her intestines, bringing relief to both parties.
Strangely enough, Suzy, who had hitherto hated having his prick plunging up her ass, now enjoyed it. The slippery flood of sperm transformed the buggery from ordeal into ecstasy as the fast movement of firm exploding flesh in her anus triggered a sympathetic orgasm in her twat. Wave after delicious wave wracked her womb as she too fell victim to beautiful climax. Who knows, she reflected while wallowing in the dizzying dregs of sexual release, perhaps this end justified his awful means. Just the same, I don't think I'd like to be cornholed every day. Maybe once in a while, a great while. It just hurts too damn much to be buggered on a regular basis. It's no wonder prisoners riot, they get buggered so much.
As Vito withdrew his slimy, shit-flecked dick from her derriere, he asked, "How'd you like it, baby?"
"I hated it! But I also loved it."
"That's just what I thought you'd say," he said, using Linus' already soiled shirt to wipe off his love prod. "You're no different than any other dumb cunt, just as I figured."
"What makes you say that, wop?"
"Because once you know how to handle one stupid broad, you know how to handle them all." His cock semi-cleaned of cum and feces, he tossed aside the shirt and contemplated his immediate carnal future. What next should he do to humble this still-sassy lass?
Retrieving the shirt, she mopped off her sullied muff and anus, thankful at least for not having bled. Just the same, her ass felt as though it had been reamed out by a corn cob.
"So you think you know how to handle girls, do you?"
"Not think, know."
"Modesty is apparently not one of your virtues, I see."
"But honesty is."
"How can that be, when you sell used cars."
"Touche."
"Just don't touch my ass anymore, it hurts too much."
"No," he said, rolling her over, "I think now I have something more conventional in mind. By the way, do you wish me to unbind your hands?"
"If you please. It would make it easier for me to scratch your eyeballs out."
"For a girl who's just been buggered, you've certainly got spirit."
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked as he unbound her hands.
"Most girls who've been mounted from the rear find it a humbling experience. You apparently do not."
"Humiliating yes, humbling no. It takes more of a man than you Vito, to humble me."
"Oh, yeah?" he said, flopping his prick to firm it up, "We'll just see about that."
"Playing with yourself now? I knew you were a case of arrested development. You've got the same view of sex that a twelve-year-old does."
"And you're beginning to sound like an old maid. At least your mother's a swinger, even if you aren't."
"Because she appreciates you? That's just because she's getting old, and knows her beauty is fading. What's a guy your age doing with her anyway? You a gigolo or something?"
"No, a gigolo goes after rich women, and your mom ain't exactly rich."
"Well, she ain't exactly poor, either, see? My pa's insurance paid off this house and left her with an annuity for life."
"Is that so?" he remarked, wondering how he could attach both.
"Having a little trouble getting it up, Vito babes?"
"Oh, it won't be long before junior is hard. My mind was elsewhere. Now it's getting naughty again." He shot her a lecherous look that had her squirming with disgust.
"For someone who's only twenty-nine, you certainly are a dirty old man, you know it?" She modestly covered her mons veneris from his venal view.
"For someone who's fifteen, you should talk, fucking everything in pants as you do."
"I'm almost sixteen, and contrary to what you may think, I am not promiscuous. In fact, up to this moment, I've only been laid by one man."
"Make that two," he said as his tumescence returned.
"Not with that thing you're not, buster, not after it's been shoved up my behind."
"But your bunghole gave it such a nice flavor. Care to sample its wonderful shitty taste, Suzy girl?"
"You wouldn't!" she gasped as he aimed his gamy dick at her mouth. But of course he did, in spite of her qualms, kicks, bites and scratches Vito forced her to kiss his smelly cock.
"Atta girl!" he said, pulling her hair to keep her lovely lips on his fetid foreskin. So unseemly was his, or rather what had been her, aroma that she almost vomited.
Vito was glad to see the girl suffer, for it meant she was well on her way to eventual humility. Now what else can I make her do? he wondered as he shoved his slimy shaft in to the hilt between her repulsed red lips. A rim job? Well, maybe later, I think we've had enough fun in the anal region for a while. Besides, Bunny will be home any minute, and I best not waste time on trivial matters. Lemme see, there must be something I can do to humble this high spirited girl. Then he heard Thor bark and knew.
After hastily allowing himself a gross fervid orgasm in her disgusted gullet, and making sure she swallowed every gooey drop, he yanked his cock out of her mouth before she could bite it and slipped on his smoking jacket. Unfortunately it was wrongside out, and he found himself covered in Linus' cum, Yeek! Quickly he rectified this, then ran outside to fetch the dog before Suzy could figure what he was up to and escape. He just hoped Thor remembered him.
Seeing the dog bound through the door, Suzy was elated. "You've come to rescue me from evil Vito, Thor!" She patted the huge creature on his horse-sized head as Vito slammed the door shut behind him.
"Sic 'em, Thor baby, bite his dago balls off!" screamed Suzy, now that she had her tormentor cornered. The dog, who'd not only been to obedience school but was immensely loyal to his mistress, did as told.
Vito was pinned against the door by the slobbering behemoth, who barked as he banged his big paws at the cowering Italian.
"Call off your dog!" he screamed, making Suzy laugh. This failing he tried force, but the huge canine took exception to being slugged. It grabbed Vito by the scruff of his smoking jacket and dragged his protesting body to Suzy's feet.
"Good work, Thor!" she complimented as Vito cursed.
"Watch your language, punk, there's a lady present."
"Where? All I see is a slut."
"For that you must pay, punk, First, I think you need a little cleaning up, fella, you look pretty scruffy to me. Thor specializes in lipwashing, don't you boy." The dog panted agreement, then proceeded to lick his sexual protuberances and afterward, Vito's face.
"Please call off your hound," he begged, "This is disgusting!" He tried desperately to fend off the slobbering beast, but it was useless.
"It's no more disgusting than you making me lick between your toes, Vito old boy. How's it feel to be on the receiving end for a change?"
"Just awful. I apologize for what I done. Now please call off your mutt."
"He's not a mutt, nor are you a gentleman, nor for that matter do I think you're sincerely sorry. You'd say anything to get Thor off your face."
"I probably would, but that doesn't mean I'm not sorry, Suzy," he said while struggling to avoid Thor's lapping tongue.
"I'll call him off if you do one thing."
"Just name it!" Vito was beginning to get sick as his addled mind imagined what Thor had done with his dick before licking it.
"Lick between my toes, just so you'll get a taste of your own medicine." She whistled for Thor to release his prey, and Vito leaped at the opportunity to lick her pretty feet.
"That's the spirit, Vito baby." She patted his greasy hair as she would an over-affectionate mutt. "And I don't want you to miss a toe, as I recently stepped in some dog shit." At that he balked, but a gentle nip from Thor brought him back to obedience. Assiduously he licked between each manicured toe, thankful at least it was not his foot he was bussing.
"Let's see, what else can we do? I know, let's play horsey. You be the horse." As he was already on his hands and knees, she simply hopped on his back and dug her heels into his ribs.
"Ouch, that hurt!" he said, trying to buck her.
"Just be glad I'm not wearing spurs." To keep him in line, she picked up the light cord and flogged his naked flanks with the plug. "Gettyup!" she ordered, enjoying the heady feeling of having a man between her legs. Suzy rode Vito around the garage until his knees were bloody, then returned to the mattress. What else can I do to make him humble? she wondered as Thor went back to licking Vito. The bastard deserves something awful for all he did to me, he really does. She examined the cigarette burns on the bottoms of her feet and decided nothing was too bad for the scoundrel how being slobbered on by Thor. Even if he was her mother's husband, and her stepfather, Vito had to be put in his place before things got worse. If she didn't show him who was boss now, pretty soon he'd be lording it over her, forcing her to grant sexual favors of the most degrading nature. Buggery was only the beginning, she was sure he had worse things up his slimy sleeve. Now was the time to act, and decisively.
Seized with inspiration, and hell bent on revenge, she pushed Thor aside and told Vito to close his eyes tight or get stomped in the balls. Faced with such a decision, he easily made the right choice.
"Are you sure those eyes are closed tight, because if they aren't, right in the balls." She kicked him in the side to show she meant it, as Thor wagged approval.
"They are, Suzy, honest they are."
"Well, I think you can still see, so I guess I'll have to blindfold you." She took his dirty underwear, which he had used as a gag on her, and tied it tight around his head. Too tight, perhaps, but the rat deserved it as far as she was concerned. His cruelty had begotten hers.
"Hey, that hurts, couldn't you loosen it a bit?"
"Nope, and any more lip from you, punk, and I'll tie it tighter. And don't try to escape, either, because tough as you are, you're no match for Thor." The dog barked to show he was still there, as Suzy proceeded with her chastening of Vito according to plan.
"Open your mouth wide, and keep it that way until I tell you otherwise, understand?"
"Y-Yes," he stuttered, wondering what he was in for from the vengeful female.
After a dramatic pause to heighten the effect, she squatted over his open mouth and let loose with a hot stream of piss that poured down his gullet before he knew what happened.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bunny arrived home a few moments later. Hearing her car pull up the driveway, Suzy scurried in the house to shower, not wanting to be caught in a compromising position with Vito, or by Vito, Who was hacking himself crazy when she left.
"Who's going to help me carry in these groceries?" asked Bunny from her car. No one answering, she asked louder. All she heard was a loud hacking sound from the garage, so she went to investigate. Inside she found Vito in a kneeling position apparently about to puke.
Dropping her groceries, she ran to his naked side. "What happened to you, lover? Oh, my God, look at how bloody your knees are. You're as white as a sheet. Who did this to you, the mob?"
"No," he said in between hacks, "Your daughter."
"Surely you jest. How could little Suzy do something like this to you?"
"She had help." He pointed to Thor gloating in the corner.
"Nonsense, Thor is as gentle as a lamb, he wouldn't hurt a fly. That's why I got him, because he was good with kids."
"Well, he sure as hell wasn't good with me, nor was your daughter!" railed Vito, raising his voice above the hacks.
"Don't tell me she was naughty?"
"That, and worse. The reason she did this to me, is I caught her in here with a boy. They were both stark naked and doing obscene things to one another."
"That little brat, if she gets pregnant I'll never be able to show my face in this town again. They'd probably kick me out of the PTA. Why does she do these things when she knows the consequences, why? Oh, Vito, what are we going to do with that girl?"
Vito sure knew what he wanted to do with her, but decided it best not to tell Bunny, who seemed to shock pretty easy. Instead, he murmured assent and went inside to wash. Bunny ambled after him, babbling about the "authentic Eyetalian dinner she was going to fix, complete with spaghetti, vino and everything."
"Sounds swell," he muttered, disappearing into the bathroom. Somehow I'll fix that brat, and soon, he vowed as he stepped into the shower. If I don't she may strike again, and I'm not sure I can take too many attacks like today's. In her own way, Suzy's more dangerous than the mob, because she's so damned unpredictable. And, he sighed, turning on the shower, so damned sexy. God how I'd love to plank that girl, and I will too, maybe even tonight.
Upstairs, Suzy was scrubbing down too, with the result that she played havoc with the downstairs shower. Alternately, poor Vito was chilled and scalded by her fiddling with the faucet. Finally her mother ran up to tell her to "quit that," and reluctantly she did. Besides, there were plenty other ways of bugging Vito baby. She could always short-sheet him, put sugar in his gas tank or saran wrap across his toilet seat. Reflecting on the range of revenge available to her, Suzy even contemplated introducing him to a girl she knew to be afflicted with crabs. Let him explain away those to her mother. If she ever found him so infected, Bunny'd bounce the bastard out on his ear in a second. Yes, that's not a bad idea at all. If only that girl weren't so ugly, it might work too. Unfortunately, Vito only seems to like pretty girls, like me. I'd better dissuade him fast, or he'll keep trying to fuck me. Why can't he be satisfied with mother, the oversexed bastard.
Bunny cooked up a magnificent Italian dinner that evening, one so tasty even Vito was asking for seconds.
He and Suzy stared daggers at one another for most of the meal until her mother told them to both quit acting like juveniles. They promised to be civil, but neither sounded as though they really meant it. Suzy excused herself from the table even before dessert, saying she had homework. Ordinarily her mother would have minded, but that was before she married Vito. Now that she had a man to wait on, her daughter became less important.
Vito got so tipsy on wine he decided to forget work. "Why should I bust my ass selling cars when I can be here with you, Bunny?" He kissed her cute button nose and was reminded of Suzy's. Damn her anyway, why can't I get that cunt out of my mind?
Seeing the sad look on her lover's face, Bunny asked if it were because of Suzy.
"In part, yes. You see, I'm afraid if we can't control her, and that seems a foregone conclusion, she may turn wild." He took an extended sip of Chianti apparently pondering the point, but actually plotting how to seduce the wanton girl.
"Don't fret about today, lover, she's just upset because you've become more important than her to me. Also, she still remembers her father, and it's hard to compete with a corpse. Bob was quite a guy, you know." A wistful look came into her cow eyes when she spoke her late husband's name.
"Yeah, maybe you're right, Bunny babes, she'll probably get over not liking me in time. I just hope it isn't too long, because it bothers me to be disliked. Also, there's the dog, he scares hell out of me.
"I made Suzy promise never to sic him on you again, so you needn't worry about Thor. He's really a very nice dog, everyone tells me so. And so is Suzy, once she gets to like you. The girl is just going through a phase, she'll soon get over it, just you see. Care for some more Chianti?"
"Sure, why not? At least this stuff makes me feel good, even if Suzy doesn't." He let her fill up his goblet, then began guzzling it to drown his frustration. There's got to be some way I can get Suzy when Thor's not around. Maybe I could slip a little poison in with his milk bones, that'd fix his wagon. He chugged more Chianti, contemplating the problem of how to hump beauteous Suzy without being bitten.
Upstairs, Suzy lay on her bed looking at a fly walk across the ceiling. She was so bent about Vito's unprovoked attack upon her person this afternoon, and her mother's spirited defense of same, that she was seriously considering the typical teenage escapist tactic-running away from home. If she didn't do something soon, Vito might get his slimy hands on her again and force her to do all kinds of disgusting, perverted things. Ugh! The thought of his garlic breath lips kissing hers turned Suzy's stomach. Why couldn't her mother have married a nice, clean All American guy like her Daddy had been instead of the greasy mafioso? She knew she shouldn't be prejudiced against Italian Americans, but she was, at least when it came to Vito. Damn him anyway, why did he have to interfere in my life? Things were just fine around here before he butted in. Why can't I be eighteen and free? Maybe I could hide out in a hippie commune, that might be fun. Except there's nothing duller than a drug addict, unless maybe a Jesus freak. Also, a lot of those guys got VD, and damned if I want a dose. I'd rather be diddled by somebody clean, like Lance. I know he's been unfaithful, but so have I, letting Linus lick my snatch as I did. I sure hope he didn't get hung up on Cissy, because I still love that big oaf. I guess it's because he sorta reminds me of my Daddy, kinda.
Swallowing her pride, she placed a call to Lance, who seemed surprised to hear her voice.
"Guess you didn't expect to hear from me for a while, huh?"
"Not after this morning. What came over you anyway?"
"Well, Cissy told me she saw you with a colored girl, and when I saw you with one at the bus stop, it really made me see red. I love you too much to let you waste yourself on one of them. Not that they're inferior, because look at what great athletes some of 'em are, but they belong with their own kind, just like you and me do. We're made for each other."
"Then why did I see skinny Linus coming out of your place buck naked this afternoon?"
"And what were you doing going by my place when you should have been at football practice?"
"Oh, er, I decided not to go."
"You mean, fibber, that you were with Cissy, weren't you?"
"Well, maybe, but she don't mean nothing to me, not like you do. You're my true love, Suzy gal. Cissy's just a fling. She's too flat-chested for me, even though she, oops, never mind that."
"Linus eats me better than you do, too," she sniped back. "Look, lover, let's bury the hatchet. We've both been unfaithful, but at least we're honest about it. Linus made me appreciate you, Lance baby, just as I hope Cissy made you appreciate me. Now why don't we get together and celebrate?"
"Tonight? But I got a lotta homework."
"Look, which is more important, dull ole homework or sexy me?"
"No contest! I'll be right over!" He hung up the phone, his horns already showing. Screwing Cissy had given him a taste for copulation that was not whetted by a single fuck. Having done it once, he wanted to do it again. In fact, although he had not told Cissy, all the time he was diddling her he imagined she was Suzy. How he wanted to hump that girl, his one true love!
Suzy readied herself for their rendezvous by dousing herself head to foot in French perfume she filched from her mother's dressing cabinet, then spraying her privates thoroughly with Pristine to remove all traces of Linus' lickspittle. She slipped into a skin-tight Frederick's outfit, replete with crotchless panties, and paraded past her mirror as might a parisian prostitute. She'd get Lance to lay her if it were the last thing she did.
Lance arrived out of breath, having run all the way from his house. Bunny asked as he entered if he wanted any spumoni ice cream, but he said, "No, just Suzy," bounding upstairs to see her.
"My goodness, he certainly is excited about something. Probably wants to tell Suzy some good news. He plays football, you know. The boy's as big as a mountain, and about as clumsy." She stooped to right a plant he'd knocked over when he'd run upstairs.
"So that's her boyfriend, huh?" said Vito, spooning spumoni into his face. "At least he looks more respectable than that freak I found with her this afternoon." And worse competition, he added mentally, cursing his bad luck. Why couldn't he have been born big and blonde instead of short and swarthy?
Upstairs, Lance smothered Suzy with kisses, and was about to tear off her clothes right there when she stopped him.
"Not here, silly, it's not right."
"Oh, yeah, forgot about them downstairs. But we gotta go somewhere."
"There's a mattress in the garage. We can pretend we're going out on a date, then circle back and sneak in there. How's that sound?"
"Great! Besides, I'm flat broke. Spent all my money buying Cissy ice cream after our little field trip."
"Please don't talk about her around me, okay? I'm just not in the mood to hear about your other conquests. Save them for the locker room."
"I just hope I don't get cut from the team for missing practice."
"Just tell the coach you took sick and couldn't make it. I'll forge a note from your mom."
"You will! Golly, Suzy, you're a great little girl, you really are!" He kissed her again with slavering devotion, not unlike Thor did when she gave him a milk bone. She patted him on his strong back, and found herself attracted by his animal magnetism. "You sure got a great bod, Lance baby, I'd like to see more of it," she Mae Wested.
"Oh, you feel so good against me, I can hardly wait to fuck you!" he gushed, hugging her so tightly she could hardly breathe.
"Cool down, tiger, before you get too excited. Just wait a few more minutes and we can be together in complete privacy, except for the lawnmower of course, and maybe Thor. He likes to sleep in there sometimes."
"Don't think he'll bark, do you?"
"He better not, because I've had one bad experience already when he did. Vito has this thing about burglars. Personally, I think it's because he used to be one."
"That the guy downstairs?"
"Yeah, he's my new stepfather. What do you think of him?"
"I dunno, I barely saw him. He's a pretty good looking dude."
"Yes, in a greasy sort of way."
"What's he do?"
"Sells cars."
"Oh, one of those, huh?"
"What do you mean by that? I'll have you know he drives a new Eldorado, and he gave me this pearl necklace, which cost him plenty." Suzy, in spite of her aversion to Vito, defended him from outside attack if only because he lived on her home turf.
Lance examined the necklace. "Yeah, it sure must have cost him a pile. Just so he doesn't expect to take it out in trade from you."
"He says it was a gift, but you're right about one thing, he sure makes eyes at me. Ugh! He gives me the creeps!"
"If he bothers you again, as I think he already has, just tell me and I'll punch him out good." Lance banged his fist into his hand to show how.
"Vito is tougher than he looks, since he used to lift weights. He may be thin, but he's wiry."
"If that punk lays a paw on you, Suzy, I'll bust him in half, I don't care how wiry he is!" Lance shook his fist for emphasis.
"Sure you will, my big strong boyfriend." She rubbed her hands across his stout, muscular chest and liked what she felt. "You're almost as stacked as I am, Lance baby."
"Oh, that feels too good! Come on," he said, grabbing her wrist, "Let's split, I can't wait much longer. Pretty soon and I'll have hot rocks."
"Anything you say, lover boy."
Their goodbye to Vito'and Bunny was so brusque the latter barely saw the lovebirds flash past.
"It must be nice to be young and in love," cooed Bunny as she spooned more spumoni to her new mate.
"We don't do so bad ourselves, Bunny old girl." Vito gave her an affectionate pat on her ample posteriors.
"You naughty man, all you think about is love making."
"With sexy you around, how can I help it? You're the most, sugar, what do you say we go upstairs and ball?"
"Why do we have to go upstairs when we got a hide-a-bed down here?"
"Gee, I never thought of that," he chuckled, undoing the soiled napkin from his collar. "Might be sort of fun to fuck in front of the TV. That way I won't miss Laugh In. You know, it's not every wife who can get prodded in prime time," he said, pushing her backwards onto the sofa.
Out in the garage, Lance bolted the door behind him to keep out possible intruders, then proceeded to strip in record time. Only he was in such a hurry he jammed his zipper. Suzy tried to help, but the hard-on she gave him only complicated matters.
"Damn cheap fly anyway," he cursed, finally ripping off his pants in frustration.
"Golly", Lance, you must really want to lay me bad to ruin your new trousers."
"That I do!" he agreed, slipping out of his skivvies. Out popped a huge pink hard-on that Suzy couldn't resist kissing.
"It's so beautiful beautiful beautiful!" she repeated, relishing his All American appendage with her buzzing lips.
"Oh, you don't know what that does to me, Suzy babes. I think you suck me almost as good as Cissy." He shoved his stout member further between her warm wet lips.
Suzy stopped further penile penetration with a fierce bite on his foreskin. "Whaddaya mean, 'almost as good'?" she encountered with his cock-tip in her mouth, "I suck you better than that slut ever could."
"I'm from Missouri," he announced, crossing his arms as he sat down on a sawhorse and got a splinter in his ass. He yelped with pain produced by the sliver in his rear and biting girl in front.
"Please let go of my prick so I can get this damn thing out of my butt!" he begged, hopping around the garage floor with a girl hanging by her teeth from his dangle.
"Not until you say I suck better than Cissy!"
"Okay, okay, you're the best cocksucker there is! Now will you please let go my dick and help me get the sliver outa my behind?"
"Bend over, big boy," she ordered. He did and she got a close up view of his hairy hanging balls as she searched for the sliver, a sight which reminded her of Thor somehow.
"Have you found it yet?" he demanded, pinching a finger to make him forget the other pain.
"Yeah, just hold still, will you? I don't want to break it off. Gee whiz, this thing is really big. Lucky you didn't get it in your balls." She yanked it out with such force he yelped again, but before he could straighten up she told him not to.
"Why not?" he demanded. "I mean, how can you suck me off from behind?"
"You'll see," she said, taking his hairy scrotal sac in her mouth. I'll give him a hum job that'll make him forget all about Cissy's suckoffs, she mused while caressing his rounded testicles with her mouth. As she increased the warm wet suction on his balls, she could hear him moan with approval.
"Goddamn but that feels good!" he gasped as she began to hum between his hairy posteriors. He had to admit the girl had guts to stick her nose in his ass to suck his scrotum. Not even Cissy had done that.
As good as she made him feel, she soon made him feel better. Still continuing to caress his balls with her mouth, she reached up and rubbed her soft warm hands up and down his throbbing red rod. Now he really began to gasp.
"Oh, baby, but that feels fine!" He began to hump her hand as he felt semen surge upward from his burning balls. His flaming penis exploded in an extended series of hot gooey spurts that shot clear to the other side of the garage. Never had his cock ever expended cum with such force, so aroused had he been by her luscious hum job.
His dick drained of love juice, Lance collapsed onto the mattress with a magnificent smile on his lips. "Golly, but that felt good!" he gushed as Suzy spit out pubic hairs.
Knowing it would be a few minutes before he regained tumescence, Suzy passed the time by entertaining him with a strip tease. As she did the bump and grind to a tune she hummed, he stared bug-eyed at her emerging beauty. The object being to inflame him into firmness, she became as sensual as possible while shedding her clothes. First, she let her long blonde hair down, which had been tied up for dinner. Then she undid her dress and danced for a while in bra and panties, the latter crotchless. Her blonde pubbies protruded through a heart shaped hole in the silken fabric, previewing as it were the beauty of her lubricious loins.
As Lance caught a glimpse of her snatch, he could feel a rekindled fire in his testicles, and when she went topless his limp, gooey member lifted off the mattress where it lay.
"Straighten up and fly right," she sang to the rising shaft, blowing it a kiss.
"It won't be long now, Suzy babes!" Lance proudly flaunted his firming penis in her direction, reveling in his revived virility. How good it felt to be male at this moment! He beckoned for her to join him on the mattress, and she leaped at the opportunity.
Sidling up beside her big, strong boyfriend, she let him kiss her full on the lips, then french her in a most shameless fashion. Their two wet tongues joined one another in titillating interplay, exploring each other's mouths as though they were sexual organs.
"Gosh, but you kiss good, Suzy, lots better than Cissy."
"And I also bite better, too!" Savagely she nipped him on the neck, and he endured the pain he knew would produce a great big hickey for him to show off in the showers after football practice. It sure would be nice to play stud instead of straight arrow for a change. He was through with being a goody goody. Being bad was lots more fun.
"Come on, Suzy girl," he urged, rolling her onto her back, "Let's do what we came here to do." His strong hands fondled her ass-cheeks, so she'd get the message.
"Ah thought you'd nevah ask," she replied in a fake southern accent. "You all sure you want to lay with me, Mistah Lance?"
"Ah sure am, honey chile!" he said, sliding a hand up and down her smooth, warm inner thigh.
"Don't tease me so, Massa!" She pushed away the finger prodding at her pussy. "I want me the real thing." To show what she meant, Suzy took hold of his towering cock and tugged on it.
"You sure you can handle my big thing in your little pussy?"
"Ah sure as heck kin try, Massa, just try me." She spread her white satin thighs in welcome, and into her aching void pushed his hot firmness.
"My, oh my, that sure do feel good," she exclaimed as he sunk his thick warm shaft in to the hilt in her gooey snatch.
"It feels even better on this end, honey chile!" he said as he began to hump her in earnest.
"You're the only one for me, Lance baby." She wrapped her legs around his middle to squeeze the lust out of his beautiful muscular body. Gosh I'm lucky to have a guy like him, I really am, she sighed as he came, and she came, and even though a broken spring poked her bottom, she had never felt better.
CHAPTER TWELVE
After making it with Lance, Suzy was sure he was the one for her. No more would she flit from man to man for good loving, not when she could get it from just one. Someday, after they both had their high school diplomas, they would get married, she figured. Wasn't that the way things were intended to be? Lance and she would live happily ever after as man and wife.
All week long she wallowed in bliss. Every chance she got, Suzy saw Lance. She watched him play football (and at her place she even took a shower with him), she walked with him down corridors, ate lunch with him and let him walk her home. Before they became lovers it had been okay, but now it was sensational. He made love to her every chance he got, except before scrimmage when he needed his strength. By Friday they were on the verge of announcing their engagement. Even though she was only fifteen and a half and he sixteen, they were sure they were right for each other and would be forever and ever.
Friday night, however, Bunny and Vito threw a party which was to have a profound effect upon the young couple's outlook. Lance and Suzy didn't really want to attend, as neither liked Vito, but out of respect for Suzy's mother they finally agreed to come.
Harry and Mabel arrived with a case of Hamm's as a wedding gift for the newlyweds, as did Cissy and Linus, who brought themselves. They too seemed to have effected a reconciliation, as they appeared almost as much wrapped up in one another as Lance and Suzy.
It was the "old folks," as Harry Putz put it, who set the tone for the fete. He and Vito spiked the kids' punch and waited for results. Not being used to booze as were their elders, the youngsters really got bombed. As normally all they used was marijuana, this was a new thrill for them. Not that their elders shirked their social duty, for they too became tipsy on an assortment of alcoholic beverages. Things finally got to the point where people were exchanging dirty jokes, then glances. Somebody suggested strip poker, and the adults were all for it, but the 'now generation' kids didn't know how to play.
Then Mabel suggested blindfolds be placed over everyone's eyes and a contest be held to see if the funseekers could identify their respective mates by kissing them. Harry especially went for this, until he identified Cissy as Mabel and got slapped by the latter. "Hell," he apologized, "She kisses like you used to when you were young, Mabel love," and got slapped again by his wife, who again accused him of incest.
The teenagers took a somewhat dim view of these games until they realized the one thing they had in common with their seniors-a lust for sex. This eventually proved the unifying force that bridged the generation gap which had earlier kept them apart.
The girls and their mothers joined together in a tantalizing strip tease that got a great reception from the all-male audience. Mabel naturally got the biggest hand, especially when she removed her triple D bra.
"Mama mia, such bazooms!" exclaimed Vito, rushing up to fondle them.
Harry ordinarily would have objected, except that he did the same to Bunny.
Linus and Lance, following the lead of their elders, ran up and fondled the tits of the girls they hadn't brought. As all females were still blindfolded from the earlier game, they thought it was their respective boyfriends or husbands who were pawing their boobs.
"Oh, Harry, why don't you feel me like this at home!" sighed Mabel as Vito teased her immense brown nipples.
"But I'm not Harry, I'm Vito," he whispered in her ear.
"You naughty, naughty man, please don't stop." She pulled his greasy head between her breasts and let him enjoy, enjoy.
Harry, meanwhile, had managed to undo Bunny's brassiere and was nibbling on her erect pink nipples. Maybe her breasts weren't as big as Mabel's, but neither was she as fat. He told her so and she giggled. From then on he was in like Flynn.
Linus was more a pussy than a prow man, but he enjoyed a re-exploring of Suzy's body. At first she didn't mind having her bra undone and her nipples pinched, figuring Lance, too, was having his fun. But when a skinny instead of stout member was thrust between her mammaries, she knew something was amiss. Yanking off her blindfold, she saw smiling Linus instead of lewd Lance had stuck his cock between her cuddly cleavage.
"You filthy boy, how could you do such a thing!" She hurriedly separated herself from his prick as though it were poison.
"When in Rome," replied Linus with a smirk on his face, gesturing to Lance who was lapping Cissy's cunt.
"LANCE, HOW COULD YOU?" screamed Suzy, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Don't you remember the vows we made to be true to one another for ever and ever, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, his lips slippery with cunt slime, "I do remember you said something about someday wanting to get married, but I didn't know you were serious. Besides, I'm too young to be tied down just yet. I think I'm entitled to sow a few oats first. Right Cissy?"
The lewd girl grinned, then gestured for Lance to recommence cunt licking. "What are you bitching about, girl, you've got Linus there to eat you, and I'm sure he wants to, right, Linus?"
"You betcha!" He grabbed Suzy's thighs and pried them apart, then buried his head in her blonde pubic bush. Bent backward over an ottoman, she found it impossible to escape his fiendish lapping tongue. Try as she did not to be turned on, she was. Her intention was to be true to Lance, in spirit if not in flesh, but both form and substance soon disappeared in a welter of cunt slime. "Linus," she cooed as the first of many cunnilingual climaxes overtook her, "You eat me even better than Lance."
"And I can bugger better than Vito, too!"
"You mean he told you about that?"
"No, to tell the truth I heard it from your mom."
"My mother?" she asked, aghast.
"At least she's no prude." He pointed at Bunny, who was giving happy Harry a blowjob as he chugged a Hamm's beer. Occasionally, he would pour beer on his prick and have her lap it off. Both were bombed out of their minds but having a fun time fondling. Seeing Suzy stare, Harry waved, "Come on over and join the party," he urged, but the shocked girl refused.
Pulling herself away from Linus' wagging tongue, she tried to escape from unwanted lust. Where should I go, where should I run to? she asked herself as she ran around the room. Everywhere she went were horny men and shameless women. Her mother, who now was alternately munching on both Harry and Linus' members, was one of the worst offenders of public decency. How could she do such things in front of her very own daughter? Maybe it's because she's drunk and doesn't know any better, rationalized Suzy as she began to cry again. Will nobody help save me from these evil people? She looked upward seeking Divine intervention.
Instead she got Vito, fresh from fucking Mabel, who dragged her back to the party improper. There he announced that she would be taught a lesson for being a party pooper. "But I'm not, honest," she protested, her mouth turned downward in a pout. "I-I'm just not in the mood for this sort of thing."
"Listen, you uppity bitch, if your mother's not above having a bit of fun, why should you be?" He grabbed her by the wrist and twisted until she begged for mercy. "Are you going to swing, or do we have to force you, sweetheart?" he asked, increasing the pressure on her arm.
"Lance, help me, please!" she implored, but drunken Lance was too busy laying a blonde.
Reverting back to childhood, she screamed, "Mommy, save me from the bad men!" but her mommy was the blonde Lance was laying. Alone and vulnerable to carnal attack, Suzy confronted her stiff-pricked adversary.
"So you still got spunk, huh, kid?" Vito laughed maniacally, then bent her arm behind her back and forced her to kiss him.
"God, your breath stinks!" she commented afterward, "Perhaps you would prefer my asshole, you sassy slut!"
"I may be sassy, but I'm no slut!" She stuck her tongue out at him in a show of infantile rage.
"You will be, before the night is over." He turned to his comrades, Harry and Linus, whose women were now flocking to handsome muscular Lance, and asked for their aid in disciplining Suzy.
"You still on that discipline kick? You sure got a one track mind, you creep."
For that remark she got a fierce slap across the face, then a spanking from Harry and a bite from Linus.
"Big deal!" she sneered, arrogant and beautiful as ever. "I can take anything you jerks can dish out, and more!"
"We accept that challenge, little girl." Vito bowed graciously before her nubile loveliness and got a gob of spit on his nape from the impudent miss. He retaliated by stomping on her toe, but hit Harry's instead.
"How about a gang bang," suggested Harry, holding his foot. "That might bring her around."
"Too banal," said Linus, whose sexual tastes tended to the bizarre.
"How about a sandwich?" offered Vito, "They've always been fun."
"Sure, why not," agreed Harry, polishing off another Hamm's.
"Just so I get to bugger her," said Linus, firming up his spindly pink shaft with a few fast whacks.
"You're certainly built for it, Linus baby," snorted Harry, flaunting his' stout member in front of his less-hung friend.
Linus started to say his usual retort to that remark, but his two buddies beat him to it. "It's not how big it is, but what you do with it that counts," they said in unison. Even Suzy laughed at that, though the best Linus could manage was a thin smile. Even if he weren't as big in the dick department as his pals, there wasn't much he could do about it (though he had heard some African tribes stretched theirs by tying weights on them, but he doubted this would help as his was already spindly enough. If he did that he'd end up with one like a pencil and be even more of a laughing stock). As a Hemingway character once said when looking at himself in the mirror, "You're hung as you're hung." Linus contented himself with that as he edged his thin hard shaft in between Suzy's smooth shapely buttocks.
"Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll ease off," he whispered in her ear.
"It hurts."
"It's supposed to hurt!" cheered Vito. "Buggery isn't supposed to be fun for the buggeree, only for the bugger. Go to it, Linus baby, cornhole her until she cries!" He whacked Linus on the ass to get him going, then flipped coins with Harry for the other available orifices.
"Guess you win, Vito old boy. After you, Alphonse."
Since Vito got her mouth, he had to stand on a footstool to be at the proper height to have his cock sucked by Suzy, who was grimacing already from Linus' inept buggery.
"You've got the stroke of a cornhusker and a pickle dick," she chided, wishing he would cum before her colon was permanently scarred.
"Shut up, slut!" he shot back, imitating Vito.
Vito hopped on the stool and pressed the end of his slimy dick against Suzy's repulsed lips. "If you sniff carefully, child, you can smell Mabel, Cissy and your Mother on me."
"You smell like shit, you rat!"
"And you shut up, understand? Your job is to suck, not speak, so do it!" he bellowed in a voice so authoritarian she instantly obeyed. Watching the way she rushed to get her luscious red lips around his swarthy foreskin, Vito felt for a fleeting moment as II Duce must have before invading Ethiopia. He puffed out his hairy chest with pride as Suzy swallowed hers by blowing his sullied cock. But in spite of its unseemly flavor and aroma, she strangely liked having his member in her mouth. It was as though only by having her orifices filled by firm dicks did she ever become whole. It was a chilling delusion indeed, but one which completely captivated her as the sandwich got another layer.
Down below in what were normally her erogenous zones, Harry was having himself a time. Playful as ever, he placed a couple of cold beer can tops against her sweaty tits to watch her wince, then sat down on the stool between Vito's bare feet and lowered Suzy's furry moist snatch down onto his stout, cum-encrusted cock. In the process he upset the delicate balance of both buggery and fellatio going on above, with the result that as Suzy slipped onto his dick she also freed herself from the others plunging in her mouth and arse. Perhaps due to the excitement and shock of being broken loose from her orifices in such a brusque fashion, Vito and Linus both achieved mutual simultaneous orgasm, showering one another with hot gooey spurts that left both scowling.
Meanwhile, Harry made off with the miss, both laughing insanely as they saw the sullied buddies glower at one another.
"So that's how you guys get your kicks, cumming all over each other? I always suspected you both were fairies," chided Suzy, beginning to shed inhibitions her mother, who was currently giving Lance a rim job, had long ago lost. I guess I can learn a lot from the old girl, she reflected, hearing Lance moan with delight at having his anus licked.
Some day she hoped she too could enjoy group sex without guilt, just as her mother did. Perhaps it was her protestant upbringing, or the fact that her father was so straight arrow, or that she still loved Lance. Would knowing that he had fucked her mother, Mabel and Cissy all at the same time change what they had between them? As Harry jovially got his rocks off in her tight young cunt she pondered this and other perplexing questions raised by this neighborhood orgy. Had such things happened before? Judging from the relaxed way Harry, Mabel, Vito and Bunny were behaving, odds were they'd all participated in such parties previously. Would she too grow up to be a suburban swinger who went to swap parties? If so, she was certainly preparing herself for the possibility. What kind of husband would Lance make after attending this sex party? Would she ever be able to trust him after seeing him thus? Her addled adolescent mind tried to tackle these complex problems and gave up, becoming more boggled than ever.
Seeing the frantic look on her pretty young face, Harry advised, "Suzy girl, you've got to do like the man who tied his wife's tits together."
"How's that?"
"If you can't lick 'em, join 'em!" He slapped his thigh and fell out of her gooey slit.
"Maybe you're right, Harry, I guess I am being a party pooper. Tell me, what does it take to be a real swinger like yourself?" she asked as his cum dripped out of her cunt onto the carpet.
"Well," he said, propping a beer can on his pot belly, "First of all it takes a sense of humor. If you take sex too seriously, you'll never enjoy group sex," he said knowledgeably, even though this was his very first orgy. "Because if you can't laugh at yourself you'll get all kinds of hang-ups and wind up killing yourself. Second, you gotta be a go getter. Nobody likes a girl who just sits in the corner watching. If you want to be popular at these parties you've got to get out there and satisfy everybody in sight, like your mother there." He pointed his beer can at Bunny, who was simultaneously sucking both Linus and Vito back to tumescence. Taking turns, she tried to give each equal time in her mouth, but naturally she couldn't help but favor her husband. When Linus protested, she silenced him with, "But Vito's is bigger and takes more time."
"That's another thing you've got to avoid, feeling inferior because somebody else has got better sexual equipment than you do."
"Than me?" She flaunted her beautiful female body in his face. "You must be kidding."
"Humility helps too, my child."
"I'm not your child," she said, walking across his hairy paunch. The pressure of her foot caused him to belch. "Thanks," he gasped, "I needed that."
Stalking over to Lance, she rolled whale-like Mabel off his manhood and told Cissy to split. "He's my guy, see," she pointed at herself, "And I think I ought to get a piece of him now and then."
"Anything you say, Suzy," readily agreed Cissy, slinking away toward Linus. Mabel, who had had too much to drink, passed out next to a floor lamp and began snoring. Harry contented himself with another Hamm's as he watched Vito struggle to regain tumescence. "Guess you're getting old, Vito, if you can't get it up any more."
"It's my wife's fault, she gives lousy blowjobs."
"You ought to wake up Mabel, she's great at it."
"No thanks, I'll take my chances with Bunny. Just insulting her has worked wonders. Say, what did you do to Suzy, she certainly has become the life of the party."
"While we're all fading, I'm afraid." Harry glanced down at his limp, dewy gland and shook his head. "It'll be a while before I can do anything. I guess I am getting old if I quit fucking women this early. Used to be I could go all night, but now I'm content just to drink beer and watch talk shows."
"Say," said Vito, giving up on his gland, which he decided needed a rest, "I've got an idea to liven up this orgy."
"If it involves me, forget it. I couldn't get it up if Betty Grable herself walked in that door."
"No, this is more of a spectator sport, though it does involve some exertion on our part."
"Just so it isn't sexual."
"Not by us, though we do help out."
"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, rule me out! Damned if I'll hold another guy's dick, I ain't no fairy."
"You've got the wrong idea, my friend. What I'm suggesting is we bring in some fresh blood to humble Suzy."
"Still on that kick, are you? Why not face it, she's one sassy female and always will be, just like Mabel is bitchy."
"I heard that, Harry Putz!" bellowed Mabel in between snores.
"I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean it."
"Yes you did, or you wouldn't have said it. You always mean what you say, even when you say you don't."
"Go back to sleep, will you? We've got important business to attend to, don't we, Vito? Now tell me your plan."
Vito, not wanting to spoil the surprise, whispered what he had in mind in Harry's ear. Harry brightened up immediately. "Wild!" he exclaimed. "That's fantastic! Why didn't I think of it myself? Here we've been busting our balls humping all night long when we could have called in a scrub team to handle these insatiable wenches. Help me up and I'll assist you in this outlandish proposal. Vito, old boy," he said, accepting his hand, "You've got a real head on your shoulders, I mean it."
"I'm sure you do, Harry boy. But are you sober enough to go outside?"
"Hellfire, I ain't drunk! I've driven home when I've been in lots worse condition."
"And knocked out the end of our garage each time," sniped Cissy.
"You're beginning to sound like your mother, girl," slurred Harry as he walked into the wall.
Vito helped him outside, where the cold air sobered him up toute de suite, or at least enough for him to be ambulatory.' "Sure is beautiful out here, ain't it?" He rubbed his arms to restore their circulation, and suddenly realized he was standing buck naked on Vito's front lawn. "Cripes, Vito, if the cops come by we'll get our asses throwed in jail for indecent exposure."
"Look, worry wart, even the cops aren't out this time of morning. Look at the sky, it's almost dawn, and besides, we'll only be out here a short while." He whistled, "Here, Thor, come to Vito, I've got a treat for you."
"And how!" added Harry, who was beginning to shiver in the damp air. "Hurry up, will you, before I freeze my balls off."
"I think he's coming. Yes, he is, nice doggie. Atta boy. No I'm not a prowler, I'm your friend. Will you please stop sniffing my crotch, you queer mutt?"
"Here, let me help you." Harry grabbed the dog's spiked collar and steered the giant canine inside. There he held him while Linus and Vito grabbed Suzy and bent her beautiful naked body over the sofa.
"Will you creeps let go of me!" she screamed, unable to see what was going on behind her back.
Vito signalled for Bunny to go to Harry, who told her what to do. Conditioned by Vito to be obedient, she did as Harry ordered. Dropping to her hands and knees, she played with the dog's penis until it became bright red and rampant.
"Is he ready?" asked Vito, struggling to subdue Suzy. "I'm not sure how much longer I can control this spitfire."
Harry led Thor into position astride Suzy's luscious young posteriors. When his furry paws hit her back, the nubile girl got an inkling what she was in for and fought tooth and nail to be free. However it was useless to fight three men and a dog.
When the milkman walked in a few minutes later, a considerably humbled Suzy was being humped by the Great Dane. Harry had never seen Thor's tail wag so much.
