Chapter 6

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.