He hesitated, glared at her for a moment, then relaxed. She pushed him off and began puffing her panties back up.
The boy stand at her, his breath still coming in short pants. His cock still stood hard and erect out from his open fly. Suzy forced herself not to look at it. It held too much fascination far her. It almost hypnotized her with its waving motion. She was heaving and panting as excitedly as Paul.
Suzy sat up and tried to straighten her clothes and hair. She knew her face was flushed. She got up and looked down at the still-angry boy who had come so close to fucking her. She laid a hand on his shoulder and tried to tell him how sorry she was.
He glared up at her, then disgustedly began tucking the big prick back in his pants.
"Pad, I meant it," she said softly. "Another time, another place. I'm just not ready yet."
"Go to hell!"
Now, Suzanne walked back to her bedroom. She had been caressing her tits as she recalled the scene. Now she was shuddering with the surge of passion through her body. She always felt like this afterwards, after she had fought off some boy's attempt to get in her panties. She wished she could have gone all the way. She hoped Paul would not stay mad at her. She hoped to let him fuck her. Some day she would let him have her pussy.
She lay back on her bed and reached beneath her sweater. She rolled her tits about, imagining Paul's hands upon them. She could feel his lips at her nipples, kissing and sucking them into trembling hardness.
She slipped her other hand inside her panties. Her finger pressed against her clit. She rotated the clit. Suzy imagined the long, slow thrusts of the pecker into her. She could feel her cunt muscles close over it, sucking it deeper and deeper into her moist chasm.
She finger-fucked herself rapidly. She wanted it like this. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted a cock driving roughly into her cunt, filling her with a load of warm semen. She wanted to be fucked. God, how she wanted it!
"Mmmm," she sighed as the juices flowed through her pussy, as the climax built up inside her. "Oooooh, yessss! Oooooh! Fuck me! Fuck me! I need it! Ooooh, how I need it!"
Her body quivered. Her cunt closed about the finger as the sparks of desire shimmered along every nerve. Her tits swelled and rolled against her hand. She gasped and groaned in sensuous delight, her body pouring out its pent-up demand.
She knew it had to come. She had to be fucked. Her body was too ripe, too ready. She had to figure a way to get a good fuck.
CHAPTER TWO
He was drunk when he came home – roaring, resentful, antagonistic. Suzanne and Sylvia tiled to get some food in him quickly, tried to soothe his anger, tried to get him relaxed. The girls had already eaten long before Ted Morrow came storming and staggering through the front door. He knocked over a table as he made his way through the living room, then propped himself in the doorway and eyed his daughters as they rushed about the kitchen to get him a plate of food.
"Look after the old man," he muttered. "My girls always look after their old man."
He leered at them, especially at the full tits which shoved against Syl's sweater. Ted swatted her affectionately across her ass as she set his plate on the small table, then let Sylvia help him into his chair. Suzy watched the way he leaned against her older sister, watched his hand grab the slender girl along the thighs, slipping beneath Sylvia's skirt a moment before he occupied himself with eating.
The two girls left him leaning over the table, resting his elbows on either side of the plate while he loudly chewed and slurped the food into his drunken mouth.
Suzy looked at her sister, remembering the sight of her father's hand grasping up Syl's sleek thighs. Her older sister seemed not to have minded. She gave no indication of being angry at his liberties with her body. The young blonde watched her sister as they straightened up the living room. She had always thought that Sylvia was the most beautiful girl in town. The slender girl worked at a beauty shop. Sylvia had taken a course in hair styling after finishing high school two years ago. Their father had already begun drinking so heavily that it was impossible for her to consider college as she had always dreamed. The lovely girl had gone to work in Sharpsburg in order to stay at home with Suzy.
Suzanne knew that her sister had turned down excellent offers in several cities where she could have made much better money. Sylvia had refused to consider leaving Sharpsburg until Suzy had finished high school. In two more years she would be available for any good offer. Then she could simply take the luscious little blond sister with her, perhaps helping her through college.
Ted Morrow came out of the kitchen. He stepped in front of Suzy, his drunken eyes leering down at the ripe young tits. He moistened his lips as he looked down at the teen-ager's body and smiled lewdly.
Suzy shuddered as he took her by the shoulders and held her. She could smell the strong scent of his breath as she tried to twist away from him.
"Hey!" he told her. "Hold on a minute. I want to see just how much of a woman you're growing into. Damn! Look at those tits you've sprouted. I haven't seen anything as tasty-looking as that in years."
He reached down and cupped one of her tits in his large hand, bouncing it lightly while his eyes bulged at the way it heaved beneath the sweater. His hand gradually closed tighter about the breast.
Suzy was near panic as she became aware of the way his pants had begun to bulge. She couldn't believe he would actually do anything to her, not to his own daughter. Still, she felt the terror rising inside her at the way his eyes lusted after her tits and the way his pants throbbed down there in the groin.
"Leave her alone!" Sylvia hissed at him, elbowing between the two. "You keep your filthy hands off her!" The brown-haired girl faced him angrily, her body tensed as though ready to fight him off in defense of her younger sister.
Suzy watched, frozen to her spot, as her dad smiled stupidly. His eyes drifted over the softly-curving body of his oldest girl. He swallowed hard, then reached out and grabbed the top of Syl's dress. One hard yank snapped the buttons and opened the dress to expose Sylvia's pert and saucy tits in the lacy bra beneath.
"You think yours are good enough, eh?" he muttered hoarsely. "All right, baby, let's see just how good they are."
He jerked the girl against him and held her while his hand played lustfully over the tits. Suzy stood in shock as she saw him reach behind Syl and unsnap her bra. His hand pushed the dainty nylon aside and gathered in a soft, sweet globe of tit.
Still, there was an unmistakable thrill running through Suzy as she watched. Ted's cock was hunching against Sylvia's body. His leg pressed between her thighs, forcing her skirt up.
"Damn!" Suzy heard her dad mutter. "Maybe you're right, after all. I don't know when I've held such a soft bundle of fluff in my arms."
He dropped his face down onto the tits, rubbing his mouth and nose sensuously about the heaving orbs. He grabbed at the soft hair that was covered by the delicate pink nylon panties and shimmering pantyhose. His hand reached into her crotch and held Syl's pussy in a firm grasp.
Suzy remained frozen, watching in horrified fascination as he began to kiss and suck at the rising tits. She could see his tongue and lips working over one of the pink nipples as he revolved the tit lushly.
"You think you're big enough to take on your dad, do you?" he sneered, lifting his head and looking at the tense face of his older daughter. "We'll see just how able you are. Damn right! We'll see if you're half as big a girl as you think."
He reached beneath the young woman and scooped her up in his arms. He held her lightly, burrowing his face once more into her tits. He turned and started toward his bedroom when the little blonde suddenly came out of her shocked trance. Suzy rushed toward him and grabbed at his arms, struggling to pull her sister free of his hold.