Chapter 11
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.