Chapter 5
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.