Both Daddy And My Dog
by Gloria Foster


FOREWORD 

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. 


THE END
