Chapter 7
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.