Chapter 2
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.