Chapter 8
Monday morning Cissy was getting ready for school, her mind was still filled with the salacious sights of Saturday night. That had been a big moment in her life, indeed, for it was the very first time she had ever seen her father and mother in flagrante delicto, so to speak. She never realized that men's organs got so big when aroused. Maybe not all dicks get as large as her Daddy's, the full length of which she'd felt rise between her cuddly buttocks when he'd whacked her, and himself, into flagellistic bliss. Boy, would I like to do that again! she reflected, relishing the black and blue marks on her butt with her fingertips.
Her racy reverie was interrupted by the booming voice of her mother demanding she come downstairs for breakfast.
"Yes, mother dear, I'll be right down." She hastily hiked her mini skirt back above her bare buttocks, on which she had been fondling bruises produced by her father's palm. He's quite a man, she sighed, wishing she and not Mabel had married him. If only he weren't my father, I'd marry him in a minute, I really would. She skipped downstairs, again the innocent young thing that was Daddy's little girl.
He shot her a paternal smile as she sat down at the table, even putting down the sports page in what had to be, for him, the ultimate compliment to her cuteness. "You sure are pretty this morning," he said, as he beheld her budding beauty. "And so are you, Mabel dear," he hastily added to soothe his spouse's feelings, even though Mabel wore no makeup and had her hair in curlers. One look at her faded features and his eyes returned to the sports page. Even Howard Cosell looked better than Mabel in the morning.
There was still a conspiracy of silence about Saturday night, and Sunday morning for that matter. Nobody dared talk about sexual matters at the breakfast table, nor wanted to. It was just too difficult to discuss.
"Eat your oatmeal, child, it'll give you a bosom," Mabel advised her flat-chested daughter.
"But I don't want a bosom, and besides I hate oatmeal, especially when it's lumpy."
"My oatmeal is not lumpy! Your father likes it. And what do you mean, you don't want a bosom? Every girl your age wants one. I sure did when I was young, and I got me one, too." She proudly showed off her immense prow, parading around the kitchen with back arched to better show off her mammalia.
"I don't want to look like a cow," said Cissy, toying with a lump of oatmeal.
"What do you mean by that crack, you little brat? Did you hear what she said, Harry, did you?"
"Yes, dear," answered Harry from behind the sports page.
"You and your father are two of a kind, you both think you're better than me." Mabel began to weep.
And we are, thought Cissy as she sipped her orange juice.
To avert another crisis, Harry reluctantly put down his paper and patted Mabel on the back. "Now, now, girl, we both love you, don't we, Cissy?"
"Yeah, sure, a whole bunch," replied Cissy, her mouth full of oatmeal.
"Don't talk when you're eating!" snapped Mabel, again playing mother.
"I gotta go," mumbled Cissy, pushing her chair away from the table, "or I'll miss my bus."
"But you didn't finish your oatmeal," protested Mabel, drying her tears with a dishrag.
"My boobs are big enough already," rejoined Cissy as she ran out the front door.
On the bus she sat next to Suzy, who babbled about her mother's new husband. "He's really groovy, got a Caddy Eldorado and lotsa money. Good looking guy, fancy dresser too."
"What is he, a pimp?"
"No, he's in the used car business."
"Salesman, huh?"
"No, he owns it."
"Big deal." Cissy looked out the window, her mind on other matters.
"You don't have to look so bored. Wait until you see Vito, then you'll see what a handsome stud he is."
"Vito? What is he, a mafioso?"
"He says he isn't, but he's Italian and rich, and most of them are mafia so maybe he is."
"It's hardly something to brag about."
"Why do you always have to be such a prude, Cissy? Honestly, if you'd just let your hair down and be a little friendly, boys would be flocking around you like they do me. You've got a cute face, even with glasses, and your figure's not bad."
"Naturally not as good as yours though."
"I didn't say that."
"But you meant it. Look, big tits, I happen to like the way I am, and I don't care to be bothered by a bunch of infantile boys as you apparently do, so please bug off, okay?"
"I was only trying to help out, honest. You sure are grouchy this morning, you in your period or something?"
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Suzy, it's just that I got a little trouble at home and I took it out on you."
"I understand. You and me are still friends, though, aren't we?"
"Yeah, sure. We gotta be, we're next door neighbors, aren't we?"
"Say, that reminds me. Friday night, you and your folks are invited over to the house to meet Mom's new husband. He's really groovy, I know you'll like him."
"You already said that."
"It's true, he's handsome as a movie star, and rich. Look at this pearl necklace he bought me. Cost him a thousand bucks."
"I wouldn't say that so loud if I were you. Never know when there's a junkie on the bus. Best say you got it at Kresge's and leave it at that. Authentic pearls are wasted on adolescents."
"Not on me they aren't!"
"Maybe not, but they are on most of the creeps in our school."
"You sure are snooty this morning, Cissy. What happened this weekend to make you so stuck up? Lose your cherry or something?"
That hurt. Cissy looked out the window and wished she had. It was hell being pure, it really was, especially when there didn't seem to be any advantages. Why couldn't she be loose like Suzy and have fun, why did she have to be so stuffy and remote? She really didn't mean to be, but she was.
"I'm sorry I said that."
"What?" Cissy's mind had been elsewhere.
"About losing your cherry. If you want to know the truth," she whispered, "It was I who lost my virginity this weekend."
"Honest?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"You're kidding, you've got to be kidding. Surely you lost it long ago."
"Nope, just yesterday." Suzy blushed. "Lance?"
"Nope, somebody else, somebody better. A man, not a boy. Not that Lance isn't nice, but he's got a lot of growing up to do."
"Anybody I know?"
"You might." Suzy giggled.
"Come on, you can tell me. We're friends, remember?"
"Nope, I swore not to, and you know I could never break a promise."
"You always have. I never knew anybody so incapable of keeping a secret."
"That isn't so!"
"Yes it is, and you know it. Come on, tell me who took your cherry."
"Promise not to tell?"
"Cross my heart," said Cissy solemnly. "Yes you will."
"No I won't. Now, who is it?"
"Your father."
Cissy gulped. "You've got to be kidding. He fucked you?"
"And something wonderful!"
"You're right, you shouldn't have told me. So that's what he was doing yesterday morning, and he told us he was fixing your lawnmower."
"He was supposed to. That's how I got him in the garage, but the truth is, there wasn't a thing wrong with the mower, it worked fine."
"So you seduced him?"
"I guess you could say that, yeah." Suzy stuck some bubble gum in her mouth and began chewing.
"You've certainly got nerve, I must say that for you. Believe me, if my mother had found you two entangled, she'd have killed both of you."
"She should talk. Rumor is, she's getting it regular from the milkman."
"My mother?"
"None other. Why not, she's a woman, ain't she? By the way, who you getting it from?"
"Nobody, yet, but I've been thinking about Lance." Cissy smiled provocatively.
"Hands off him, sister, he's mine!"
"Yours and who else's? Saturday night, I saw him drive by with another girl beside him."
"That was probably his sister."
"Is she black?"
"What did you say?"
"Is she black?".
"That's what I was afraid you said. Good grief, so now he's getting them from the ghetto. If that's the case, I'm not sure I want him any more, he may be infected. Those nigger chicks are sure to have syphillis, or at least crabs. Damned if I want me a dose. Go ahead, you're welcome to him."
Cissy's fib paid off. Now she could have Lance seduce her without worry of Suzy's interference. It sure was worth it to see the look on that girl's face to tell a little lie. How could Cissy even know what Lance was doing Saturday when she was getting spanked by her Daddy? That dirty old man, screwing Suzy! How could he do such a thing? He's too good for the likes of her. Though I could see why he's attracted to her, she looks like mother did when she was young. Got the same big boobs and lack of smarts. Sort of a modern day Marilyn Monroe. Also, she's not unlike some of those centerfolds he's been slobbering over lately.
Suzy sulked in silence. How could Lance have done such a thing to her? It was the ultimate insult, dumping blonde her for a black bitch! Just wait until she saw him, would she give him a piece of her mind! No, best not talk about it, it might get around. That is, if Cissy didn't spill the beans. Damn, and I just had him on the verge of diddling me too, but damned if I'll get me a dose from that dim bulb. He's got to be dumb to chase Niggertown nooky, he really does.
Sure enough, when the bus reached school, there was handsome Lance conversing with a curvaceous colored girl on the sidewalk. One glimpse of that and Suzy was livid. When the bus stopped, she stalked past Lance without saying a word. Thinking perhaps she hadn't seen him, he ran after her, telling her to stop. But she kept right on walking. Finally he stopped her with a hand on the shoulder.
"Get your paw off me, creep, before I call the police!"
"What's come over you, Suzy, why are you acting this way?" He took away his hand as though she were on fire.
Eyes, straight ahead, she replied, "You know and I know what I mean, so don't play dumb, even if you are." She brushed his hulking body aside and headed for the school building.
"Was it because I got sick, was it? I'm sorry I did, honest, it won't happen again, ever."
"You're damn right it won't, because you won't get near my snatch again, ever."
"Was it something I did, or didn't do? Want me to make you, is that it, is it?" He chased after her like a stray dog.
"NO IT ISNT! Now will you quit bothering me or do I have to report you to your coach? I'm sure he wouldn't want you molesting innocent girls."
"Ha, you innocent, that's a laugh! You who beat me off umpteen times!"
"But no more, just touch me and you get a knee in the nuts, see?" By her look he could tell she meant business. But what had he done to anger her so? Best let her alone for a while and she'd snap out of it in time. He waved goodbye and left her fuming. Good riddance to that big jerk! thought Suzy as she let Linus open the door for her.
"It's nice to meet a gentleman." she said, allowing him to carry her books down the corridor.
Meanwhile, back at the bus, Lance stopped Cissy as she stepped onto the sidewalk. "What's the scoop on Suzy, anyway?" he asked, taking her books. "Was it because I was talking to LeRoy Brown's sister? The poor guy got busted for pot this weekend, and that means he's off the team. Our coach won't stand for that, he's a real straight arrow. Think it was that?"
"Perhaps."
"Is it another guy, is that it?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, is it? Just tell me his name and I'll beat him up! No guy is going to steal my girl."
"Do that and you'll lose her for sure. You've got a head on your broad shoulders, why not use it?"
"How?" he asked, a blank look on his handsome face.
"By making her jealous."
"How would I do that?"
"By being seen with another girl."
"Who, for instance?"
"Well, why not me? That way, you wouldn't have to worry about falling in love with me."
"Why do you say that?" he said, opening the door for her.
"Because you like girls with big boobs, and I'm flat as a pancake compared to Suzy."
"But you've got a pretty face and great legs, even better than Suzy's."
"You're just being kind," she said, her eyes downcast.
"No, really, I think you're a very sexy girl, honest. I've always thought that. Some guys may not think so, but I do. And you've got me pegged wrong as just a breast man. Legs are more important, and you've got 'em, baby." He mentally undressed her with his eyes, and liked what he saw.
"Down, boy, we don't want to get you all excited before class. You best not become too interested in me. Remember, I'm only to make Suzy jealous, not replace her."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Suzy is my true love, but you got your points, too."
"Some day I may show them to you, if you're nice, Lance baby," she winked as she took her books from him and went into class. Watching the way she shook her shapely backside, Lance began to get ideas about this girl he'd previously underrated. He couldn't think of a better girl to lose his cherry on. That way, when he went back to Suzy, he would be ready for her. And to hell with the coach and his warnings that fornication would weaken him for football. It sure didn't seem to hurt the other guys, so why him? At the very least, diddling had to be less dangerous than dope.
"Care to have lunch with me, Cissy?" he called after her.
She turned around and rewarded him with a smile. "Sure, why not?"
"See you at twelve in the lunchroom, baby."
Baby, she thought, he called me baby. I guess I am getting somewhere with Suzy's boyfriend. Shooting her out of the saddle is going to be easier than I thought, it really is. Serves her right for seducing my daddy.
Down the hall in another classroom, Linus and Suzy sat conversing in neighboring desks. As Linus was a good listener, she poured out her problems to him in gushy prose. It was almost as if she were a movie star and he her hairdresser. "I don't know what I'm going to do about Lance," she sniffed, "I suppose I still love him, but it's not going to be easy to go back after he's dated a black bitch. I know we mustn't be prejudiced, but it's hard when your boyfriend is involved."
Linus held her soft white hand in his, dutifully playing the part of father confessor. Why not, it was the best way to break down a girl's defenses. First she pours out her heart to you, and next thing you know she's taking off her clothes. At least that was the way it was supposed to work, he'd read somewhere, and he hoped to put the plan into practice with Suzy.
"You have a perfect right to be angry, deary. Lance treated you in a most cavalier fashion, the big bully." He stroked the top of her hand to soothe, and perhaps arouse, the disturbed, stacked girl. His myopic eyes focused through thick lenses on her heaving chest. God, but she's got big tits! he thought, sliding his hand up her wrist. But before he could do anything class started. Damn school anyway, he cursed, it only gets in the way of my education.
All morning Cissy found it hard to concentrate on her schoolwork, so many carnal thoughts were swimming in her head. She couldn't wait until noon, when she would see Lance again. He certainly was a gorgeous hunk of man, not like skinny Linus. This guy was built, as he darned well ought to be, being a star halfback. Some said he'd be All State this year, if he didn't get injured. Cissy's recent interest in football had given her an appreciation for the game, and admiration for those tough enough to play it. Lance was certainly no sissy. He had the kind of guts it took to risk his neck on the gridiron. She wondered if he had gumption enough to take her cherry. If he didn't, she decided, nobody did. I'll get him to hump me if it's the last thing I do, she vowed, closing her textbook as the bell rang for lunch recess.
True to his word, Lance was waiting for her in the lunchroom. He had even saved her a seat at his table. Unlike some oafs on the team, he certainly was a gentleman. That's the best combination, a guy who's both tough and gentle, she sighed, sitting down next to him.
"Care to share my lunch with me?" He handed her a banana. "Mom always packs enough for a horse."
"Let's face it, Lance, you are a growing boy." Cissy smiled as she provocatively peeled the profered banana. Taking a bite of its tip, she paused, looked deep into his bright blue eyes and said, "Wanna play hooky?"
He looked around furtively, then mischievously smiled and said "Yes, sounds like fun. Where should we go?"
"Somewhere in the country, I'm sick of the city."
"Me too. Lucky I brought my motorcycle."
They rode his Honda to a remote place ten miles out of town where his grandpa had a farm. The weather was perfect, the place deserted (his grandfather was in a rest home) and their mood romantic. After hoofing around the place, they located some hard cider and got tipsy. Then, determined to rid themselves of middle class inhibitions, they tore off their clothes and ran naked through corn fields.
Fatigued by exercise and cider, they collapsed in one another's arms under a box elder tree. There they embraced ardently, exploring the wonders of each other's bodies.
"You're beautiful, Lance, you really are," remarked Cissy as she stroked his red, rampant cock. "Let me suck it for you, let me make you happy."
"If you insist." He lay back against the tree and watched with approval as she lovingly massaged his bulbous cock-tip with her luscious warm tongue. "Um, um, that sure does feel good!" he gasped, feeling himself grow firmer under her girlish attentions. "You suck lots better than Suzy, she's always afraid to suck me all the way. Hint, hint."
"Please don't mention her name, okay?" she snapped, her reply somewhat muffled by his manhood.
"Never again!" Still, he was glad he'd said it, as now she was really sucking up a storm. His prick began to palpitate with imminent climax. Will she go all the way? he wondered, feeling her fondle his bobbing hairy balls with her upturned fingernails. "You sure do know how to arouse a man," he sighed as he shot his wad in her warm wet mouth.
Once he was again tumescent, she took his stiff prick and pulled its head flush against her pussy.
"Now, Mister Halfback, pretend my privates are the one yard line. It's the fourth down and your team is behind six points with eight seconds to go. The center hikes you the ball and its all or nothing. Your receivers are covered so you have to run it up the middle. But there's a mammoth mother blocking your path. You gird your loins and run right through him to a touchdown. That's what you've got to do to my cherry. Got it?"
"Got it!" Bracing himself on the box elder, he shoved his stiffness firmly against her female parts and pushed with all his might. It took every bit of ass muscle he had to produce the kind of pelvic thrusts it took to dislodge her maidenhead, but he did it, slipping inside heaven on the seventh savage surge. Her slippery sheath was so enjoyable he came in eight seconds, but he'd won the game. Her orgasm, which also arrived in record time, provided the extra point needed for victory.
As he lay gasping on the grass after it was over, he had to agree fucking Cissy was sure a whole lot more fun than the football practice he'd missed.