Bob yanked Cassie sharply across the room. "Listen, bitch, you've been taunting me all summer long, and I'm sick of your shit! Now I'm going to teach you a lesson that you won't forget so quickly!"
"Let me go!" she said, struggling to break loose from him.
"Not on your life!" he said, kicking her down on the ground.
In a moment, he was down beside her, and ripping the flimsy silk from her writhing body.
"I demand that you let me go!" she said loudly.
"Listen to the princess! I'll let you go when I'm good and ready!" he said, and pulled off her skirt so that now only her skimpy bra and panties saved her from being completely naked.
He pulled off her bra, and ran his hands roughly over her white tits with their rosy pink nipples. His mouth came down on them greedily, and he bit one first, and then the other.
He smiled to himself as he felt her flinch from the pain of his rough caress. Yes, she was a proud bitch, but he was going to humble her. He was going to teach her a lesson that she would never forget. Not ever. His thick cock grew rigid in his pants when he thought of the form that teaching was going to take...
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CHAPTER ONE
Cape Cod was magnificent during this time of the year. The weather alternated between, blistering, hot days, and cool, cloudy ones. Even on the hottest of those sweltering days, the cool ocean breeze was always soothing and refreshing.
Cassie Marshal turned over on the thick, velour towel, so that now she could let her back get tanned to the same, golden brown as her front.
She moved down the straps of her tiny, clingy red bikini, and shifted around to get more comfortable. The radio was playing, and in a hamper near the lovely young woman's feet was a chilled bottle of white wine, and some luscious black grapes.
Cassie's father, the distinguished Mr. Everett Horace Marshal, was on the board of directors of Nabisco, and the girl had had all of the advantages and luxuries that money could provide.
She grew up with that self confident, easy arrogance that the rich always seem to have. She was, in addition to her vast wealth, quite lovely to look at.
She was very tall, with slender long legs that tapered to a fantastic pair of calves and ankles. Her body was lean and hard, made supple by years of ballet classes, riding lessons, sports at fancy boarding schools, and swimming.
Her slender hips were topped by an even more slender waist, and her tits were small, but firm and delectable, with tiny,, jewel like pink nipples.
Her dirty blond hair was as fine and soft as silk, and she wore it in a gentle page boy style, with short bangs. Her features were delicate and pretty, her eyes a bright blue, and her mouth a ripe fruit.
Snuggling her lovely young face into the towel, she sighed, and a sensual ripple ran through her body. Maybe she would let Bob, her current boyfriend, fuck her tonight.
She remembered their last date with a shudder of sensual pleasure. She had let him fondle her firm young boobs through the thin fabric of her silk blouse.
She remembered how hot he had gotten, how his breath had gasped and panted near her pretty little ears, how he had begged her to touch him, to bring him off.
"Oh Cassie, won't you touch it for me, honey!" he had begged, rubbing his own tormented meat.
"No. .. "
"Why not, baby?"
"Oh, Bobbie, honey, you know that I don't like it when you, urn, when you come all over me!"
"Then fuck me!"
"Bobbie!"
"Come on, Cassie, remember that time when we did it and you loved it so much, I had to stuff your panties in your mouth to shut you up!"
"What a way to talk!"
"Honey, don't pull this stuff! I'm aching for it!"
"Not tonight, Bobbie, tonight I just don't feel up to it. In fact, I think I need to go to bed..."
"Cassie!"
"Please take me home, Bobbie."
"Cassie!!
"I said, please take me home. Now." she said, still in her sweet tone of voice.
"Jesus Christ! What a bitch!" he muttered to himself as he started up the car.
"What's that, honey?"
"Nothing!"
Cassie was feeling a little bit sorry for what she had done the night before. Poor Bobbie was really hooked on her, she knew. He had been after her all year at college, traveling the distance from Dartmouth to Smith without complaint.
When he learned that his family had a house on the Cape that was so close to hers, he had nearly flipped with pleasure.
Cassie had to admit that it had been fun for her too. He was obviously crazy about her, the poor oaf. He called her on the phone all the time, and came to pick her up any time that she allowed it. He was always sending flowers, and sweet notes. She sighed. He was nice, but sometimes he was just a little bit of a nuisance. . .
She had started a flirtation, but only a flirtation, with the life guard who worked at the beach. She usually spoke to him when Bobbie was around, to make him jealous. It always worked.
In the middle of her pleasant reveries, she was startled to feel some icy cold water being poured on her back.
Grabbing the bra of her bikini to her body, she sat up.
"What in the world are you doing?" she asked with anger in her voice.
"Just relax! It was only a little joke!" laughed Arthur, the life guard.
"Some joke!" she said, but she really wasn't angry. How funny that he should arrive just when she had been thinking about him. His tall, bronzed body gleamed with oil, and his hair had been bleached a pale gold by the sun. His tight swim trunks revealed a thick bulge in his crotch area. She looked at it, and then hastily looked up.
"How are you doing, Cassie?" he asked, looking at her nearly naked young body.
"Fine, just fine. And yourself?"
"I'm just fine too. I saw you lying here all alone, and I thought you might like a little company, so I came to say hello."
"Well, that was sweet. But I'm not lonely."
"No?"
"No."
"Where's that guy you hang out with all the time?"
"You mean Bob?"
"Yeah, yeah. Bob. Is he your boyfriend?" Arthur asked, and Cassie detected a note of petulance in his voice.
"Sort of. .."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, he's my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean that I don't have other boyfriends too!" she said coyly, not looking at him as she spoke.
"I get it!" he smiled, showing off his bright white teeth. They really were quite dazzling in his tanned face.
He looked at her for a minute, and then very quickly leaned over and kissed her on the lips. His mouth had a salty taste, and his kiss was rough and urgent. Cassie felt her blood grow thick with desire, but she acted indignant anyway.
"Who told you that you could kiss me?"
"No one had to tell me. I could tell that was what you wanted!" he said merrily and stood up. Brushing the sand from his knees, he walked off, whistling some tune.
"See you around, Cassie!" he called to her.
"Only if you're lucky!" she said, and flopped back down on the towel. He was so cocky! But cute, too.
She closed her eyes, and soon the steady sound of the waves had lulled her to sleep.
Several hours and many shades browner, she returned home, to .the vast, sprawling old house that had been in her family for generations.
She climbed up the white steps and stood on the porch stroking the ginger cat who came out to greet her.
Then, she walked inside, where she saw her father seated at the table, pouring over the stock pages of the newspaper.
"Oh Daddy! We're on vacation! Do you have to work so hard?" she chided him, and came up behind him, and ran a hand playfully through his hair.
At fifty, Ev Marshal was . still a very attractive man. He had the same tall build as his daughter, but was a bit more massive.
His slim, still muscular body was kept in great shape by the running, tennis and swimming in which he engaged with regularity.
He had white hair, which was still thick, and with his tanned face and blue eyes, he was an attractive, confident man.
His wife had died several years before, and he hadn't yet remarried. He did, however enjoy female company, and right now, one of his lady friends was staying with them.
Cassie was his only child, and he had always doted on her. When her mother died, he grew even more indulgent, and really let the girl have her own way all of the time.
As a result, she had grown up to be spoiled, and rather narcissistic. Sometimes, when he heard her berating shop keepers, or acting haughty with her boyfriends, he wondered whether complete indulgence was really a good thing for any child.
"Daddy, you have to stop working so hard!" she repeated.
"Cassie, do you like this house?"
"Why yes, Daddy, of course I do!"
"And do you like the pretty clothes that I buy you? And the nice restaurants that we go to?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, so do I and if we want to have those things, I have to keep working hard!"
"Daddy!" she laughed, and kissed his brow.
He looked at her. She was more and more like her mother every day. Ev sighed. His wife, Julia, had died several years earlier, but her memory lived on in his mind. He was always astonished to see just how much Cassie resembled her dead mother.
"Speaking of pretty clothes, Daddy, I was wondering whether I might borrow your Visa card this week."
"What is it that you need, honey?"
"Oh, just a few things.
"A few things?"
"Yes, just a couple of things."
"The last time I gave you a charge card to buy a few things it ended up costing me three hundred dollars."
"Oh Daddy!"
"Really, Cassie, I don't think that I deny you very much. Just tell me what it is that you want, and I'll give you the cash you need."
"You don't trust me!"
"Well, let's not say that. Let's just say that I know how much you love pretty things, and that when you go shopping, you get a little carried away."
"You don't trust me! I can't believe it! I'm your daughter, and you can't even trust me!" she said, her voice scaling up an octave.
"Cassie, there is no need to raise your voice."
"I'm not raising my voice."
"Yes you are."
"All right, so I am! So what."
"This is silly!"
"Yes, it is silly when a person doesn't even trust his own flesh and blood! It's more that silly! It's downright disgusting!"
"Cassie, would you stop this infantile behavior!"
But she had already turned, and gone up the stairs to her room. He heard the door slam shut with a loud bang. He was sure that she had made the plaster rain down all around the door. It was always a waste to paint the walls and ceiling near Cassie's room, for she was forever slamming doors.
He sighed, and went back to his work.
"What's the storm about this time?" asked a voice, and Ev looked up. His current lover, Carole, had come down the stairs.
"Oh, I don't know!" he said with a sigh.
"I passed her on the way up! She nearly knocked me over! Is it serious, or will it pass?"
"Carole, sometimes I don't know what to do with that girl!"
"I know, honey, I know!" she said. She stood behind him, and put her arms around his neck. Carole was an attractive woman of about forty. She also was a widow, and she and Ev had been together for several months now.
He felt her big, full tits pressing against his body as she hugged him. He closed his eyes, and imagined his mouth sucking on her big, dark brown nipples.
He felt his cock tingling with desire.
"Let's go upstairs!" he said to her suddenly, his eyes all aflame with his lust.
"OK!" she said, surprised but pleased.
He stood up, and put his arms around her. He kissed her with rising passion, and felt the smooth curves of her still firm ass and thighs as they kissed.
They went upstairs, and he pushed her down on the big, full bed that they shared. In his haste, he forgot to secure the door shut.
Cassie was in her room, fuming and sulking. She waited for her father to come upstairs, and ask her what was wrong. He usually hated when they had a quarrel, even a minor one, and was always anxious to make up.
She filed her nails, plucked a stray eyebrow or too, and put on the expensive stereo.
But her father didn't arrive. She waited impatiently for another few minutes, and then decided to go and find him.
She slipped out of her room quietly, and was about to descend the stairs when she was distracted by a noise. It sounded like a gasp.
She turned in the direction from which it came. It was coming from her father's room.
The door was ajar, and there were no lights on in the room, nor in the hall outside of it.
She peered in, careful not to make any sound that might reveal her presence.
It was her father all right. He was lying with his arms around that woman, Carole.
Cassie could see Carole's big tits in the dim light. It seemed that her father was sucking on one of the giant nipples.
"Oh Ev, you do me so good!" she moaned.
Cassie could see how the woman parted her thighs, and drew one of her father's hands down to stroke her there.
He stuck a finger deep into her spread cunt, and Cassie heard Carole gasp with pleasure.
"Fuck me honey!" Carole begged.
Cassie watched her father as he mounted the woman, and rammed his cock deeply into her pussy. They both gasped as he penetrated her, and Carole murmured something into Ev's ear that Cassie was unable to decipher.
She watched them move together as they fucked, her father's strokes getting faster and faster, and Carole's hips bucking in time to meet them.
She heard his shuddering climax, and heard too, the soft tiny cries that came from Carole's parted lips.
Cassie stepped back into her own room, shaking and angry. She was very aroused, and could feel that her pussy was moist and dripping.
She didn't understand that she was jealous of this woman, jealous that her father should spend his time with anyone but her.
She picked up the phone with a shaking hand, and called Bobbie's number.
He answered after two rings.
"Cassie!" he said, recognizing her voice at once.
"Hi, Bobbie."
"How are you."
"Great, just great."
"Good. Say, you're not calling to break our date tonight, are you?"
"No, in fact, I had just wanted to confirm it."
"I'm so glad!"
"Pick me up at eight?"
"Sure thing!*5
"Where are we going tonight?"
"Anywhere that you want!" he said eagerly. Cassie sighed. She wished that she couldn't predict everything that he was going to say.
"Well, dinner would be nice. ..."
"Of course!"
"And I guess we'll just take it from there."
"Great! See you later."
"Good-bye, Bobbie."
She hung up. She picked up a clean towel, and went into the bathroom that was adjacent to her room.
Standing under the tingling hot water, she felt her body heat with desire. The stinging needles of water felt good on her stiffened nipples. She washed her body slowly, caressing it with the soap.
It felt good as it slid over her tits, and down over her smooth, brown stomach. She let it linger for a moment between her legs, pressing the smooth white bar against her clit.
She sighed, and braced herself by placing one hand against the cool tile wall.
She slid the soap over her throbbing clit, through that jungle of her golden blond pussy. She began to feel the familiar tingle.
Harder and faster she rubbed, delighting in the ripples of pleasure that coursed through her.
She shoved it into her cunt for a second, feeling the cunt walls tighten around it as if it had been a cock that pressed deep inside of her.
Then she pulled it out again, and put it back to her needy clit. She pushed it against that bright red knob, and waited for the spasms of orgasm to overtake her. They soon did, and she was shuddering and groaning in the steamy bathroom.
Drying off her hair and her body with fluffy clean towels, she selected her clothing for the evening with care.
A cool black dress, that tied in a knot around her long, lovely neck, and had a full skirt that moved like petals in the breeze. The dress had an open back, and so it meant that she couldn't wear a bra, and her nipples felt good against its smooth, polished cotton surface.
Nor did she bother with panties, for she didn't think she needed them. She painted her face with mascara, and some gleaming coral lip gloss. The sun had painted her cheeks a rosy color, so she didn't bother with blush. She found a white, hand made shawl to throw over her shoulders. A spray of Chanel, and she was ready.
She glanced at the clock, noting that she was actually earlier. Well, old Bobbie baby would just have to wait anyway. She didn't think that it was ever a good idea to appear eager, so she was in the habit of keeping her dates waiting anxiously downstairs.
She sat down on the bed, and started flipping through a magazine when she heard her father calling her.
"Cassie!"
"Yes?"
"Bobbie's here."
"What?"
"I said that Bobbie was here! Don't you have a date with him tonight, Cassie dear."
"Yes," but I'm not quite ready yet."
"Oh!"
"Tell him to wait, Daddy!"
"All right. But hurry! It's impolite!"
She skimmed the magazine for another minute or two, when she heard a knock at the door.
Hastily, she stuffed the magazine under her pillow, and grabbed a comb which she ran through her gleaming, silky hair. "Come in!"
"Hi Cassie, I just came to see if you needed any help." said Carole. Cassie noticed that she wore only a robe. She hadn't bother to dress after getting fucked, apparently.
"No, I don't need any help thank you." she said in a voice as cold as ice. Carole had a daughter just a little younger than Cassie, and she knew how jealous kids could be when their parents started dating people.
"Well, I brought you my pearl necklace. You can borrow it if you like. It would look really lovely with what you're wearing."
She held it out. The pearls were smooth and white as milk , and they gleamed in the dull light. They were heavy and rich to the touch, and Cassie knew how they would make her throat gleam gold in contrast to their cool whiteness.
She picked them up, and held them in her hand. Then, she remembered Carole's parted legs, and the way she whispered when she was getting fucked.
"No, I really don't want to wear them, but thank you just the same, Carole."
"Well, you look beautiful. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Good. Bob is waiting. He seems like a very nice boy."
"He's OK."
"And very crazy about you."
Cassie said nothing, but looked in the mirror as she arranged her white shawl about her tanned, slender shoulders.
She went downstairs, and found Bob waiting with a box of candy. He jumped up when he saw her.
"You look wonderful!" he said.
Cassie's father had to agree, and so did Carole. He put his arm around Carole as the two teen-agers left the house.
"I tried, Ev, I really did. But she's like ice with me. You know, she's jealous." said Carole when they were alone.
"I know, honey. But I'm not giving you up because my daughter is a little cranky. I just hope that she isn't making your life too hard. I want this to be a vacation for you."
"Oh, it is! It's just gorgeous here!"
"And Cassie really isn't too much of a strain?"
"No. Jan is about her age and I know how upset she gets when I start seeing someone with any regularity. Deaths are hard for kids, they get scared that the other parent is going to leave them too."
"You're right."
"Just give it time."
"You are a wise woman, Carole," he said, sticking his tongue in her ear. She giggled, and he bit her neck.
Cassie and Bob were seated in a posh Cape Cod restaurant, whose wide veranda overlooked the fierce, crashing waves.
He had ordered a bottle of wine to go with their lobster. Cassie was in a good mood tonight, and the boy was elated. He was crazy about her, and would do anything in the world for her, but she was so often cold, cruel and haughty.
Tonight, however, was different. She was charming and sweet, and she seemed really hot. Her hands were constantly roaming up his face, or touching her own pretty breasts which poked through the thin stuff of her dress.
Maybe she would let him fuck her tonight. ..
He ordered more wine. Cassie had stopped counting her glasses, and she only knew that her head was buzzing slightly, and that her young body burned with desire.
After dinner was over, they got into his car, and opened all of the windows to let in the cool, fresh salt air.
"Where would you like to go?"
"I don't know.. .."
"What about a movie?" he ventured to ask. "No, let's just take a drive. So we can be alone," she said with a secret, inviting smile.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had suggested a movie for the dark was always a good idea, but here she was, coming out in the open and saying what had been his deepest desires.
He started the car, and drove in silence for a while.
Cassie's hand reached out to put on the radio. The soft music drifted out. She let her hand linger on the seat, close to his thigh. She tapped her fingers in time to the music. All the while, Bob was aware of the proximity of her tanned, delicate hand.
She kept drumming on the seat, moving closer and closer to him. Her hand reached over and cupped his balls.
The sudden movement made him swerve, and he nearly ran into a tree. He pulled over to the side of the road.
The night was dark and clear and starry, and the road was empty. Cassie just melted into his arms as he greedily kissed her face, her lips, her hair.
She offered no protest when he stroked her tits, and he felt the tiny nipples getting hard as he rubbed them.
To his great surprise, she took one of his hands and placed it on the silky skin of her inner thigh.
"Touch me!" she crooned.
Bob was only too eager to obey. He rubbed the soft flesh of her thigh, and gently grazed the back of his hand along her silky pussy.
She said nothing, only sighed heavily.
He grew bolder, and began to caress her cunt, and to stroke the moist inner lips.
His cock was rigid and aching inside of his pants.
"Cassie, would you unzip my fly?" She did it, and pulled out his fat, eight inch prong.
"Oh yeah! Just rub it a little baby!"
She started to rub it very slowly, using the palm of her hand to stroke the tip.
His speed increased in her cunt, and soon, her own hand was slack, and her head was leaning back, mouth open, breath hoarse.
"Can I suck it, Cassie?"
"Oh yes, please yes!"
She positioned herself on the seat of the car so that one leg was out the window, and the other was draped over the seat. She parted her legs.
"Suck my cunt! Suck it good!" she ordered. He bent down and buried his face in her snatch.
Moving the golden hairs away, he attacked the slippery lining of her cunt, and drove his tongue far up into her. He lapped at the coral gash until it streamed with her juices, and his own saliva.
She was moaning heavily, and ran her fingers through his dark brown hair as he ate her pussy.
Her clit was bright red, glowing in the dark, it seemed, and he found it with no trouble. He chewed on it, and she began to yelp like an animal.
He gobbled away at her pussy, and rubbed his own aching cock with his hand. He didn't want to come just yet, though. He wanted to shoot a load of burning spunk down her sweet throat, or up into her pussy. He hated to waste it on his own hand.
He kept eating her, probing her cunt hole, and her asshole with his fiery tongue.
She spread her legs wider and wider, and he grabbed her ass with both of his hands.
The cheeks were firm and springy.
He loved the way they felt, and dug his nails into them hard enough to leave red half moons.
Cassie was panting madly now, the heated juices from her cunt leaked and dripped all over his face. He chewed her blood engorged clit, and used his teeth to run all around her cunt.
"Oh, that's so nice, so nice!" she gasped softly.
He redoubled his efforts, and he felt her whole body tense.
"Oh God, I'm coming, coming, COMING!" she shrieked, and her thighs locked around his head.
Slowly, he pulled his wet face away, and drew her into his arms. He kissed her, and put her hand down to his own aching meat.
"Do me! Please do me, Cassie baby!"
"OK." she said, and took his cock in her hand.
She grabbed the balls with one hand, and rolled them around as her other hand pulled on the shaft of his swollen dick.
"Bob shut his eyes, and muttered softly, "MMMmmmm, that's nice Cassie, really nice!"
Suddenly, he jerked his eyes Open when a blinding light was shone in his face. He squinted, and tried to make out what was happening.
"What the. . ."he began. , "Police, buddy!" 1
"Oh, I uh, well, I was...."
"It's perfectly obvious what you were doing! Just do it somewhere else and we won't bother you!"
"Yes sir!" he gulped, his face turning beet red.
They drove back to Cassie's house in silence. He was humiliated by what had happened, but he was still horny as hell.
When they got to the Marshal house, he turned off the ignition, and whipped out his aching, sore dick.
"Do it!" he pleaded.
She took her hands, and grabbed his cock, but there was something mechanical and passionless in the gesture.
He tried to kiss her, to get a whiff of her scent, to touch her tits, but she wouldn't let him. She only rubbed his cock in the same lifeless manner.
He was still harder than steel, though, and the feel of her soft brown hands rubbing his shaft was really good.
He put his head back, and breathed the salty air. He wanted to shoot his load all over her, and squirt it all over her face, her golden shoulders, her hair.
Suddenly, her hands stopped their caress. She was fiddling with the car door, and trying to undo the seat belt.
"Cassie, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry! I have to go in now!"
"But Cassie, we haven't finished, I mean that I..."
"I know, Bobbie, but I can't! I just can't."
"Cassie!"
"I'm sorry!" she choked, and pulled open the car door.
"But you can't leave me like this!"
"Good night, Bobbie!" she said, and slammed the door behind her. He watched her as she ran up the stairs, her white shawl fluttering in the breeze.
He looked down at his tortured, throbbing dick. He wouldn't wait another minute. With tears of shame, rage and humiliation in his eyes, he jerked off quickly, and spread his hot, thick come all over the windshield.
CHAPTER TWO
After he had come, Bobbie didn't go directly home. He sat in the car, and let the cool breeze dry his flushed and perspiring face.
Then, he got up and started to wipe off the windshield. He wandered around for a minute, looking up at the stars, and staring at the big old house in front of him.
He knew where Cassie's window was, and he looked up. The light was still on, and he noticed that she hadn't bothered to draw the blinds.
He stood staring at the window, unable to draw himself away. He really felt that he was in love with her. He was good to her, considerate and kind, and yet she continued to abuse him.
"Women are a strange breed!" he thought to himself.
He continued to stare up at the lighted window. Then, much to his surprise, he saw Cassie appear.
She obviously didn't see him, for the dark night cloaked him.
She was staring up at the stars, leaning against the window frame. He could see how she ran her hands up and down her body, lingering on her tits.
He grew hard, just watching.
Absently, she began to strip off her black dress. She wore nothing under it, and Bobbie almost fainted when he got a glimpse of her tanned, naked body.
She was golden all over, except for the skimpy bits that were covered by her tiny bikini. Her white, firm tits were pointing straight out at him, and he felt his dick grow rigid just looking at them.
He saw her touch her hands to the red nipples, and flick them gently. The sweat formed on his upper lip and brow.
Her hand went down to her crotch, and gently stroked the sweet golden patch of pubic fur, the very patch where he had glued his hot mouth only brief hours before.
She stood there for quite some time, staring at the sky, her gaze uplifted. Finally, she moved out of the square of the light, and moments later, the light itself had been switched off.
Bob was left with an erection, and a lingering sense of loss. He sighed deeply.
"Why Bob!" a voice said.
He turned, and saw Cassie's father standing a few feet away from him. Bob wondered guiltily whether the older man had seen him ogling his daughter from the window.
"Hello, sir," he stammered.
"Still here, son?"
"Yes sir, you see, I was just, that is "to say..."
"Young Romeo gazing up at Juliet's window!" he said with a laugh.
"Well, I guess you could call it that!"
"Ah youth! Tell me, Bob, how are things between you and my daughter? I don't mean to pry, that is certainly not my intention."
"Well, sir, I'm not exactly sure what you're asking me."
"It's like this. I like you, Bob, I like you very much," said Ev, placing a hand on Bob's shoulder.
"Thank you sir."
"And that's not meant to flatter you. I pay attention to the boys my daughter goes out with. And I can't think of one who is more serious, or more mature than you are. I can see how devoted to her you are."
"I really am quite fond of her, sir."
"I can see that. Do you think. . .uh, that she feels the same way about you?"
"Well, it's hard for me to say.. ."
"You can be frank with me."
Actually, Bob felt it would be a great relief to talk to someone about Cassie. His own father had died when he was a child, and he had no close friends up here at the Cape. There was only his mother. He had always like Cassie's father, and gotten along well with him. He trusted the older man, and decided to unburden himself to him.
"Well, you see, I'm a little confused about Cassie, Mr. Marshal. I am really crazy about her. I even think that I'm in love with her."
"Why, that's lovely to hear!"
"I try to tell that to her, to show her how I feel. I act glad to see her, take her out, bring her things, but somehow. . ."
"Somehow what?" prompted Ev.
"Well, it's just no good. Sometimes she can be so sweet and adorable, but other times, she's a regular vixen, always waiting to snap! She can really be cruel to me, putting me down in public, or fighting with me over nothing."
"Yes, I know it well!"
"You do?"
"I could describe my daughter exactly the way that you've described her, Bob."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. A kitten when she wants to be, but a real tigress too."
"Exactly!"
"And sometimes I think that it's my fault."
"Your fault?"
"Well, Cassie's mother and I were very much in love. When I was near her, I didn't even see other women. When she died, I thought that I would die too. I really believed that I would never get over it. Never. It took years before I could look at another woman again."
"How tragic!"
"And every day, Cassie grew more and more like her mother. I grew to equate the two of them in my mind. And I spoiled Cassie, I truly think that I did. I couldn't bear to tell her no about anything, not the smallest thing. It would have been like telling Julia no. . ."
"I see what you're getting at. . .."
"So Cassie grew up spoiled and willful."
"And now. ..?"
"I don't know, I really don't know. I love her, she's my child, and besides, she has many wonderful qualities. But I wish I knew of a way to train her. . ."
The two men were silent for a while, each thinking of the lovely young woman who was asleep above their heads in the big old house.
"Bob?"
"Sir?"
"If I could, that is to say. . ."
"What?"
"Well, you see the trouble is, Cassie has always gotten her way too much. From everyone. From her father. From the maids I used to hire for her. And I suspect she gets her way too much from you, too!"
"That's true!"
"Well, I'm thinking . . . maybe it's time to stop giving her her way!" he said stamping a fool for emphasis.
"You mean, braving her wrath?"
"I mean just that!"
"How?"
"Telling her no sometimes! Not putting up with her nonsense! Getting angry at her."
"Go on."
"Like tonight for instance. I know her little routine. She was ready when you came."
"She was?"
"God yes! She would die sooner than be caught not ready for a date! No, she made you wait on purpose!"' "Really?"
"Of course; she sits upstairs while you sit downstairs, anxiously awaiting her arrival."
"No kidding!"
"Then, when you are sufficiently anxious, she deigns to come down! And everyone can bow to the princess!"
"Well!"
"So what I'm saying is that all of that should change! We have to develop a way of training Cassie!"
"I'm with you!"
"I want you to report your progress to me. Discreetly of course. And I'll report to you!" he said, extending his hand.
"It's a deal!" said Bob, wringing the older man's hand eagerly.
"Now, how about a drink to seal it?"
"Sounds good."
They went into the house, and Bob sat down on a chair while Ev fixed two drinks.
They sat there, laughing and talking like old friends.
After a while, Carole came down the stairs.
"Hi, I was wondering where you where!" she said, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Bob and I were just having a little chat about Cassie." said Ev, reaching up and slipping an arm around her trim waist.
"Oh really?"
"Yes, and I think that I've discovered a way to handle her!"
"This sounds good!"
"Do you want to hear it now, or in the morning?"
"Oh, now, of course! I'll never sleep if you don't tell me this instant!" she said playfully.
"Watch it woman!" Ev said, pulling her down on his lap.
"So, I'm waiting to hear this plan."
Ev explained what he and Bob had been talking about.
"Sounds like a good idea, Ev." said Carole, after some thought.
"I think it might work!"
"It's true, she's been indulged a lot. And this might be just the jolt that she needs."
Bob left after a little while, with promises of talking to Ev again soon. Carole and Everett sat in the living room together, finishing off the last of their sherry. She put up a foot, delicate and its toenails shining with red polish, up to his knee.
"So, you like my little plan?" he said, stroking her leg.
"Yes, but actually, I had some other little plans on my mind!" she said.
"Aren't you amorous tonight.'"
"Tonight and every night!"
She leaned over, and kissed him deeply on the lips. Her robe gaped open, and he saw the big, full tits staring up at him in mute invitation.
He accepted their offer, and reached a hand in to fondle her breasts. Her brown nipples puckered and grew hard as he caressed them, and her arms came up around his neck, pressing her body close to his.
His hands roamed over the surface of her body, and easily opened the tie of the robe that she wore.
She was naked underneath, and his fingers moved to her belly, and to the thick patch of brown cunt hair that tickled his hands.
She began to moan. He slipped a finger in her pussy, and began to stroke it very slowly. Her cunt rapidly got wet, and the sweet juice dribbled all over his hand.
Her own hands were busy helping him to undress, and she rubbed his chest with the white curly hairs with her soft cheek.
She started to kiss her way down his body, and reached his navel soon. She dug her tongue into it like a little drill, waiting for the moan of pleasure to escape his lips.
Then, her mouth reached his cock. He waited, breath held, as she faced the red tipped beast. She kissed it hungrily, sucking on the tip in a devastating way that brought chills to his body.
Her hands grabbed the balls, and rolled them around as she continued to plant hot, burning kisses all over his cock.
He was groaning in pleasure as he rubbed his hands through her dark hair that spilled all the way down her back.
She was sucking on his cock as if it were the very staff of life, licking and sucking the head, nibbling on the smooth shaft, or gulping down the balls.
She used her hands in his ass, toying with the puckered hole, or pinching the cheeks in her fingers.
He was resting on the sofa, with his legs wide apart, draped over her shoulders.
He loved the way she gave head, loved the feeling he got watching her softly curved back bending over him, as she continued to eat his huge hunk of meat.
Her mouth was warm and soft, and the lips rubbing up and down his shaft brought tremors of delight to every nerve in his body. She took him deeper and deeper, until he couldn't imagine where she put him any more. His cock was fucking that sweet hole, driving its way further and further in.
His orgasm boiled up inside of his loins, and he could feel it racing through his body in a desperate struggle for release.
It came quickly, and he shot a steaming hot load of spunk down Carole's throat. She sucked deeply, swallowing almost all of it, and licking the corners of her lips to get the drops that she didn't swallow.
They nestled up together on the couch. His face was buried in her hair, inhaling the sweet, dryly fresh scent of her, while his hands were still occupied exploring her curves.
She was a pretty woman, and a kind, sweet, sensitive one. Ev wanted to marry her, but he was worried about Cassie.
He was still rubbing Carole's ass when he heard a noise on the stairs. He knew that it was Cassie.
He wanted to get up and pull something over him, but it was too late. She had already turned on the light.
"Daddy!" she cried.
"Cassie, I want you to go back to bed!" said her father sternly.
"But, but. . ." she faltered. "You heard me!"
Cassie was unaccustomed to her father talking to her like this, and she was very shocked to see him naked on the living room sofa with Carole curled up in his arms.
She got frantic.
"Oh God! You're disgusting! Both of you!
How could you do this here? What's the matter with you?" she screamed at them.
"Cassie!" said Ev, trying to fumble around for his clothes. Carole had put her robe around her, and was silent. She felt that Ev needed to handle this awkward scene in his own way, for Cassie was, after all, his daughter.
Cassie stood there yelling at them both. She had really lost her temper. Grabbing a vase from a chest near where she stood, she hurled it at the floor, where it shattered into a hundred pieces.
"I hate you, I hate you!" she cried, and ran up the stairs, to the comfort of her own room.
The inevitable slam came, and Ev could just imagine the shower of plaster that must have rained down around her door.
But now, he was angry, angry in a way that he rarely was with Cassie. She had humiliated him, unintentionally, but humiliated him nonetheless. And his anger was fed by the talk he had had with her boyfriend, and by her behavior that afternoon.
He dashed upstairs after her.
"Ev!" called Carole.
"That kid has got to learn some manners!"
"Everett," Carole pleaded, "She was very upset! Think of what it must feel like to see your father and some woman lying naked in your house!"
But he ignored her.
He ran to Cassie's room, and jiggled the knob. It was locked, of course. "Open up."
"No."
"Cassie!"
"Leave me alone."
"Cassie let me in."
"Go away!"
"Cassie, I want to talk to you. Look, I'm sorry that you had to see us like that. But I'm tired of your tantrums. You might as well get used to the idea of Carole being around, because I'm going to marry her, do you hear me!"
"Leave me alone!" she shrieked. "Do you want me to break the door down?"
There was no answer. Everett knew of another set of keys, and hastily ran to fetch them.
He pushed open the door, and found Cassie sitting in her bed, glaring at him.
"Now, do you want to apologize to me."
"No!"
"Cassie, I'm warning you!" She looked around, and grabbed the lamp from the side of the bed.
"You wouldn't dare!" her father breathed. "Yes I would!" she cried, and hurled it at him.
She was a poor shot, and she missed him, but the lamp broke, and the bulb shattered all over the room.
In a flash, he was beside her on the bed, and yanking her over his knees.
"Let go! Let go!" she shrieked.
"No, not this time! I've let you get away with things all too often, Cassie!"
"Daddy!" Everett was not listening.
"I want you to apologize to me! And to Carole! I've seen the way that you treat her, and I won't have it!"
Cassie said nothing, only wriggled to break free of her father's embrace. She struggled in vain, for he held her fast, but she did bite his thigh.
He grew angrier, and raised his hand above her shapely bottom. She was wearing a man's shirt, his shirt in fact, and it was an easy matter to pull it up. Her panties were white and skimpy, and he yanked them aside as well. Now, her naked ass wiggled enticingly before him.
He slapped her ass, hard enough for her to yelp, but not hard enough to leave marks.
"You beast! Let me go!"
He slapped her again, and again. Suddenly, he was reminded of Julia, his wife, and his penis instantly grew stiff.
He kept hitting her white ass, and soon, red marks crisscrossed its snowy surfaces.
She was crying softly now, but she no longer struggled against him. It was the first time in her life that her father had raised a hand to her, and she was more shamed than physically hurt.
When he had finished, he stood up. His cock felt like it was about to explode inside of his pants, and he was glad that she was crying too hard to really take notice of it.
He felt a little sorry as he watched her sitting there and sobbing. He kissed her abruptly on the forehead, and marched out of the room.
Carole was waiting up for him in bed.
"Well?"
"I spanked her."
"You what?"
"You heard me!" he said, and he turned away from her to take off his pants.
"Shut the light!" he growled.
"All right! Don't yell at me because you're angry at her!"
"I'm sorry, Carole!" he said, instantly contrite.
She closed the light, and he got into bed next to her. The big bed was already warm from her body, and his hands groped for her tits.
"MMMMMmmmm!" she sighed as he grabbed them, and started to suck them. "Feel good?" he lifted his head to ask. "Does it ever!"
"I love to make you feel good!"
He sucked on her breasts hungrily. He and Carole were really open with each other, but somehow, he didn't think that he could tell her that spanking Cassie's bare ass had such a turn on for him.
"That's nice!" she said, feeling his erect dick. They had a good and rich sex life together, but he had just come a bare hour before, and here he was, hard as a rock again. That was unusually potent. She squeezed his fat tool fondly.
"Yeah, squeeze it like that, honey," he said, running his hands through her hair.
She squeezed it some more, while his hands went down to her crotch. Her clit was already erect, and she gasped with pleasure as his fingers found their way through the forest of her pubic hair, and to the magic knob itself.
He pinched her clit, sending passionate darts shivering through Carole's body. He rolled it around between his fingers, delighting in the smooth, silky texture of her skin.
Her pussy was oozing its juice all over his hand, and he remembered that Carole hadn't come yet this evening.
His mouth moved from her sexy tits down to her stomach, and her thighs. He kissed her all over, sometimes with light, fluttery kisses, and other times with bruising ones. She was panting and thrashing about like the proverbial fish out of water when his mouth finally reached her hungry pussy.
He sucked and bit the knob of the clit, chewing on it, or swirling his tongue around its blood engorged tip.
Carole's whole body quaked with pleasure as he ate her pussy. He loved the way she tasted, like nectar, or fresh vanilla. 'A woman's cunt is one of the sweetest fruits on God's earth,' he thought, as he licked and sucked her into ecstasy.
Her thighs were trembling, and her hips swayed. Juice ran down his face like rain in a summer storm. Grabbing her ass with two hands, he held it tightly while his face was buried deep in her pussy.
She was moaning with delight, and her hands were clenched tightly around his ears. It blocked out the sound, and created the strange rush of thy sea buzzing through his head.
He increased the speed of his movements, and soon he had her coming in a series of sharp, piercing cries.
No sooner had she finished coming, than he drew his body up so that his face was on a level with her own.
He pulled her legs up above her head with one hand so that her gaping coral gash was exposed and open, like a ripe peach that had been sliced and was ready to be eaten.
He took his dick in one hand and pulled it a few times, and then he shoved it into her steaming cunt.
"Oh!" they both gasped at the same moment.
He slid his dick in and out of her slippery passage really slowly at first, and then gradually increased the pace.
This was heaven, and he knew it. To be sliding in and out of a warm, wet cunt like this, there was no better pleasure in the universe, he was certain.
He rode her wildly.
He felt how tight she was, and how hot.
"I love your pussy, Carole!" he muttered.
"And I love your cock!"
"Feels so good fucking you! So good!"
"I know!"
"Tell me!"
"I love how you fill me up! I love this feeling when you grind my clit against your body!"
"More!"
"I love it, I love your hot, big, beautiful cock filling up my pussy!" she breathed.
He fucked her steaming hole faster and harder, while she panted and groaned out her pleasure.
It was great, the friction was incredible, and she was howling like the wind on a winter night.
His cock had a driving, brilliant power all it own as it pumped harder and harder into the tight, steamy cock.
She was ready to come again, and he could feel how she grew even tighter, and her legs quivered even more. The spasms of her orgasm sent shivers up and down Ev's spine, and moments later, he shot his own boiling wad deep into her pit.
"Feels so good to come in your cunt, baby! So good!" he moaned into her ear.
He let his cock steep in her pussy for a while, enjoying the sweet mixture of the warm juices that sloshed around inside of her.
When he finally rolled over and off of her sopping body, a huge rush of fluid came pouring out of her, and stained the sheet below.
His fingers traced the profile of her face.
"Everett?"
"Mmmmm?"
"I got a call today from Lydia. She says that she'd like to come out to the house for a visit. I said I would check with you first."
Lydia was Carole's seventeen year old daughter.
"That would be lovely!"
"Do you think that she and Cassie would get along?"
"Hmm, it's a good question. Cassie doesn't have many friends who are girls. She seems to prefer male company."
"Well, anyway, it would be nice if you got a chance to meet her."
"I'd love to! Tell her to come out!"
"How would next Thursday be?"
"Fine, fine."
"I hope that she and Cassie don't quarrel."
"Don't worry."
"I can't help it."
"If they don't get along, then what."
"Well, then. .."
"You see? It would be nice of course, if they got along, but if they don't, nothing terrible will happen." he said, fondly stroking Carole's long hair as he spoke.
They were quiet for a while, and Carole started to drift off to sleep in the protective circle of his arm.
"Carole?"
"Mmmm?"
"You asleep?"
"I was."
"Oh. Sorry."
"What is it?"
"Carole, I think that we should get married."
She didn't say anything for a while, but her could hear her steady breathing as she remained next to him.
He kept his hands on her full, rounded tits, as if to remind her what they talking of.
Finally she spoke.
"OK, Everett, if you think we should."
"Do you want to."
"Yes, I do."
"Let's set a date then."
"OK. After Lydia comes. We'll tell both of the girls at the same time, all right."
"Sounds good."
They didn't talk any more that evening, but fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Cassie was sullen and silent for the next few days. She was furious with her father, and she was especially furious with Carole.
'It's all her fault!' Cassie thought angrily to herself.
It was very unusual for her father not to notice when she was sulking. Of course, he did notice, but decided to ignore her pouting ways. And this only made Cassie even more angry.
In a moment of real ennui, she called Bob.
She expected him to be the same wimpy, adoring puppy that she always knew. But Bob had been thinking an awful lot about the conversation he had had with Cassie's father. He really valued the the older man's opinions and advice, and he decided to put their plan into action. He hadn't called Cassie, even though inside he longed to, but had instead waited for her to call him. When she finally did, he was elated, but he; wouldn't show her that. Instead, he pretended to be very calm and cool.
"I haven't heard from you in days!" she pouted.
I've been busy."
"Doing what."
"Oh, things." he said airily. "What things?"
"Look, I don't owe you anything. You're one who keeps saying that you don't want to feel like we're married, and that you don't want to be tied down?"
"Yes, well. . ."
"Well, that means that I don't owe you any explanations."
"Well!"
He fully expected her to hang up at that moment, and to say that she never wanted to see him again. Then where would all of his fine plans have led to? However, she said nothing of the kind. In fact, she changed her tone of voice completely, and seemed to grow sweeter and more docile.
"Well, anyway, I've missed you." she said.
"Oh!" he said, too surprised to add anything else to that remark. It was the first time she had ever said that!
"Maybe we can get together soon?"
"Urn, I'm not sure. When did you have in mind?"
"Tonight."
"Uh, no, Cassie, I really don't think that I can.
"Please?"
"No." he said again, but he was weakening. When she poured all of that charm into her voice, it was hard to resist her.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about the last time, but I was just in an odd mood. I'll make it up to you tonight, Bobbie, I promise I will." she said, her voice dripping honey into the telephone wires.
"Well, OK."
"Great? What time?"
"Eight?"
"Fine."
"And Cassie, there's one more thing."
"Oh, what's that?"
"Be ready on time. Because if you keep me waiting downstairs, I must just get bored and decide to go home! "OK, OK!"
It was only two now. Both her father and Carole had gone to spend the day with some business friends of her father's. She had been invited to go along, but she had sullenly refused all attempts at reconciliation.
She decided to spend the remainder of the sunny day at the beach. Arthur, the attractive Adonis of the beach, was likely to be around, and he was always good for a bit of diversion.
She went up to her room, and stood for a moment as the soft summer air wafted in through the white antique lace curtains, and blew its fragrant breeze against her cheek.
Then, she stripped off her clothing, and fumbled through the over stuffed dresser drawers for a bathing suit.
Several were brought out, and then discarded, tossed to the floor like so many gaudily colored bits of paper. Finally, she chose a magenta maillot, and slipped it on her slender, lithe body.
It fit like a dream, clinging tightly to her narrow waist, and firm breasts. She brushed her hair until it gleamed like gold, and she found a big straw hat with a wide brim and placed it upon her head. Well, it certainly was an outfit that would attract attention.
She set out for the beach, radio and towel in one hand, sun tan oil in the other.
When she arrived, she found that it wasn't too crowded, despite the gorgeous weather.
She flopped down on the pale sand, and listened to the cries of the gulls, and the beat of the waves.
It took Arthur very little time to spot her, and soon he came sauntering over to where she was seated.
"Great bathing suit." he said with a smile.
"Thanks."
"See you're alone again."
"So?"
"Guess that your boyfriend has found other ways to amuse himself."
"What are you talking about?"
"I saw him here yesterday with some chick."
"Who was she?"
"Jealous?"
"No!" she exploded.
"Well, you shouldn't be. She can't hold a candle to you, kid." he said with a smile.
"Oh? What did she look like? Tell me, please!" she said eagerly, pulling on his arm.
"What a cat!"
"Oh Arthur!" she pouted prettily.
"OK. Well, she was short. And had this real frizzy hair. Kind of kinky if you know what I mean."
"Uh huh."
"Nice tits. But kind of fat around the thighs."
"I see." she said, with ice in her voice. "Hold on! Did I say that they were nicer than yours."
"No. . ."
"Well, don't get sore then! As a matter of fact, I happen to think that you have very nice tits." he said rather smugly.
"Well!" she said, not knowing whether to be angry or flattered, or a little of both.
"Yeah, I think that you're a real pretty girl, Cassie. In fact, I was wondering whether you would like to go out with me some time. Like to a movie or something?"
"I'd really like that, Arthur," she said coyly, not meeting his steady glance.
"How about tonight?"
"Mmm, I really can't."
"Oh."
"But tomorrow night would be just fine. How's that for you?"
"Great! Just great!"
"Do you know where I live?"
"You live in that great big old white house, right? The one with the huge porch and yard and stuff?"
"That's it!"
"Good. I'll pick you up at seven, OK?"
"OK.
"I'd better get back to work now. See ya tomorrow."
She smiled to herself. She knew that the cocky guy had been wanting to ask her out all summer but hadn't dared. Then she thought about Bob and the other girl. She was annoyed. She couldn't know, of course, that the girl was a cousin of his, and he had brought her to the beach with the express intention of Arthur seeing them. It was all a part of his plan. He knew that Arthur would probably tell Cassie that he had seen him with someone else. He also knew that Arthur had seen them together several times, and was always giving Cassie really lust filled stares.
She thought about Arthur, and about going out with him tomorrow. The thought filled her with pleasure, and so she abandoned her jealous thoughts of Bob and the other girl. She would fix him tonight.
She had a pleasant day. The sun was hot, but not too hot, and her tan glowed and gleamed. She got a good amount of attention from her brightly colored bathing suit, something which always pleased Cassie.
She left the beach at around five, and walked slowly home. She wasn't sure if Bob had been kidding, but she decided not to take any chances, and to be ready for their date tonight on time.
Cassie dressed with her usual care. She wore a narrow black skirt with a big slit up the front, so that when she sat down and crossed her legs, they were revealed all the way up to her golden thighs.
With this, she wore a fluid purple silk shirt, cut very low in the front. She wore no bra, so that her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of the blouse. She decided to borrow the pearls that Carole had offered her.
The older woman accepted the gesture as a mute apology, and she came in to see if Cassie needed any help.
But Cassie was not that willing to be reconciled. She sent Carole away, and the older woman sighed. She hoped that Ev's plan for taming her would work, for she was truly difficult to live with at times.
Bob arrived punctually.
Ev let him.
"Well, I'll call her. If she's not down in five minutes at the very latest, I think that you should go home!"
"My feelings exactly!" echoed Carole.
"Really, this behavior has gone on far too long! I should have done something much earlier!" continued Ev.
"Call her, Ev."
"Cassie!"
"Right here, Daddy! Is that Bob?" called Cassie in return, and the three faces downstairs were pleased to see her come racing down the steps, golden hair gleaming, and lips parted in a soft smile.
"How do I look?" she asked with a coy giggle.
"Fabulous!" growled Bob. He was unable to contain himself at that moment, for she truly was a very hot number.
They left, and got in Bob's car.
"I want a steak tonight," Bob said with authority.
"All right." she said mildly. A steak sounded good, and she really was in no mood to argue with him.
They had a pleasant dinner. Bob seemed more sophisticated somehow in Cassie's eyes. He no longer jumped at everything that she said, or kept asking her if everything was all right.
In fact, he was just a little bit cool, and aloof. But Cassie didn't want to start a fight, at least not now. She was on her best behavior all through the meal.
After dinner, they went for a little drive. Bob didn't ask her where she wanted to go, in fact he hadn't even asked her if she wanted to go at all. They drove to an empty part of the beach where there were no houses. He parked the car, and they sat for a moment looking out over the roaring waves.
Then, he put a strong arm around her, and pulled her into his arms. He pressed his mouth down on hers so hard that it drew blood.
"Ah!" she cried.
Bob ignored this, and went on kissing her, bruising her tender lips with the rough insistence of his mouth.
"You're hurting me!" she managed to murmur, trying to escape from that driving tongue.
He moved his face away from hers, and her tongue instantly went up to bathe her lips, and she licked the thin coating of blood away from them.
Bob had by no means given up there, though. His mind was made up, his resolve was firm, and most importantly, his lust was inflamed. This chick had been teasing him all summer long with her hot body, and sweet lips. He was tired of it, and he wanted to make her put out. If she didn't want to, well, there were ways....
His hands sought the opening of her blouse, and reached in to grab her firm mounds of flesh.
He rubbed them, and the nipples turned to diamonds in his palms. She had closed her eyes. She found that she liked the rough way that he was handling her body, and so she was quiet, and submitted to his caress.
His hands moved down to her flat golden belly. Stripping off her shirt entirely, his mouth came down on her throat, and he kissed her, using his teeth to leave purple and blue bruises all over the flawless skin.
He hungrily kissed her body, stuffing her tits in his mouth, and even using his teeth to chew on her hard nipples.
He heard a noise, and he realized that she sighed. She liked it! Bob felt his dick grow rigid at the thought.
He unzipped his fly, and whipped out his stiff, throbbing prong.
"Cassie, take hold of my dick!" he ordered.
"OK," she said meekly.
"Now rub it. No, not like that. Like that, yeah, ooh, yeah, like that. It feels good!" he moaned.
Her lovely young hands pulled the fat rod, toying with the pulsating tip and the balls. Soon, his cock dripped with pre-cum, and her hand became all slimy.
She stopped rubbing him, and looked around for somewhere to wipe it off. He watched what she was doing.
"No, Cassie, I want you to lick your hand clean!"
"What?"
"You heard me! Lick it clean."
"No!"
"Cassie, don't make me get mad!"
She looked into his eyes, glinting coldly in the moon light. She decided that she had better obey.
Obediently, she raised her hand to her lips, and she licked it.
"Again!" he ordered, and she repeated the action. "Now Cassie, I want you to suck my dick! Suck it real hard, and real good, do you hear me?"
"Bobbie, you're crazy! You know that I don't like to do that!" she cried in alarm.
"Tough shit! I'm sick and tired of what you like, and what you want! I want you to suck my cock, and you had damn well better do it!" he said, and a menacing note crept into his voice.
"Don't threaten me! I will not suck your filthy cock!"
"You'll suck it, bitch, "and you'll love every single minute of it, or else.
"Or else what?"
"Or else I'll push you out of the car and you can walk home!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Don't tempt me, bitch!"
"I will not have you calling me these awful names!" she cried angrily, and tried to wrest her shirt out from under his leg.
He was too quick for her though, and he grabbed her wrist before she could get it. He tore the costly garment in two.
"How dare you!" she said indignantly.
"It will be mighty tough getting home without a blouse, Cassie, won't it? Or maybe, considering what a nice pair of boobs you have, it won't be that difficult at all!" he said, and he laughed a cruel laugh.
"Bobbie!" she wailed.
"And my name isn't Bobbie, bitch! It's Bob, do you hear me? BOB!" he said, and tossed the torn bits of silk out of the window.
"Now suck it baby!" he said, and started rubbing his thick, powerful penis.
Her eyes filled with tears, but she didn't see any way out of it. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth, and brought her lips down to meet the quivering dick that Bob was offering her.
It was already wet, and slightly sticky. Hesitantly, she darted her little pink tongue out of her mouth, and ran it over the tip.
"OOOoohhh!" he groaned.
She started to lick the head since that seemed to please him. She used her tongue to bathe the tip, and to tickle the little piss slit.
"Oh yeah, that's real good, Cassie darling, real good!"
She continued to lick him in this way, and discovered that the tip of his cock was smooth, and felt good in her mouth.
"Now the shaft, angel! Suck the shaft!" he crooned.
She was a little dismayed at the prospect, for it looked so huge, but she started to lick it with the same, cat like motions of her darting tongue.
"Take it in your mouth Cassie! All of it!"
She stretched her mouth open as wide as she could, and tried to fit the huge dick down her throat. It was so enormous that she nearly gagged from it.
"I can't!" she whimpered.
"Do it!"
"Bob, I just can't! I'll lick it for you if you really want me to, but I just can't get it down my throat!"
"Cassie, I'm warning you!"
Tears were streaming down her face now, but she opened her lips again, and slid them around the huge meat.
This time, he shoved his hips a little, so it went into her mouth. He placed his hands strongly on her head, and guided her movements. He rammed his cock in and out of her mouth in time to her rhythm, and soon he was fucking her face with glee.
Her mouth was warm, slippery and wet, and his stiff tool glided in and out with ease.
She seemed to get the knack of it pretty well, and he removed his hands for a bit to fondle her wonderful white tits.
She had thought that she would throw up, for the dick went, so far down her throat, but she grew used to it there, and soon had no trouble with it at all.
She discovered, much to her surprise, that she even began to enjoy it, and started to suck away with real relish.
"Oh yeah, you do it so nice, so nice!" he moaned, and ran his fingers through her silky hair.
The spasms of delight overtook him, and soon there were no more words, only the sighs and groans of ecstasy as he surrendered to the lovely lips that encased his cock.
His come was seething around inside of him, like an angry river, waiting for a chance to spill.
He thought maybe he should warn her, but decided against it. His come boiled and churned, and he closed his eyes as he felt it rising within him. It shot out, in a series of quick spurts, filling her mouth with its sticky bittersweet taste.
"Oh sweet Jesus!" he groaned loudly.
Cassie coughed and sputtered as the huge load of come reached her unsuspecting mouth.
She had to swallow some of it, but the rest of it, she spat out the car window, coughing all the time.
"Bitch!" he yelled, slapped her across the face.
Her hand jumped to her cheek, and the hot tears splashed onto it.
"How dare you spit my come out? Who told you that you could do that? Answer me!" he baked at her.
She was crying too hard to answer him. He raised his hand, prepared to strike her again.
"No, no, I'm sorry! Really sorry!" she whimpered.
He put his hand down again.
"Well, don't let it happen again!"
"Oh no, it won't Bob! I promise you that it won't!"
"Good!"
They sat in silence for a while, and he put his arm around her again. He wanted to kiss her, and taste the traces of his come on her lips.
He pulled off his shirt, and let his naked hairy chest press against the soft whiteness of her bare breasts. The pressure of the nipples against his skin was like the sharp stinging prick of needles, and he pressed against her even harder.
"Take off your skirt!" he said roughly.
"No, I c-c-can't!" she faltered.
"You can, and you will!"
Fearful of receiving still another blow, Cassie unzipped her skirt with trembling fingers.
In seconds, it was off, and she was naked save for her skimpy white bikini panties.
"Those too!" he barked.
"Bob!"
"Take them off!"
She obeyed his command, and sat quivering before him.
His hands returned to her tits, and his mouth to her lips, and he sat kissing her as his hands toyed with the firm little mound of her tits.
She loved the way he rubbed her, and pulled on her hard nipples, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the rush of sensual desire that flashed through her body.
His hand moved down to her curly gold patch of pussy hair, and parted the fur with his fingers. She found that she was already wet, and when his fingers touched her clit, she let out a long sigh of delight.
Bob stuck one of his fingers up her cunt, loving the way the tight walls gripped and hugged it.
He thought of fucking her, and the thought alone made his pole rise again in eager anticipation.
He drew one of her hands over to his crotch, and she got the hint. Rubbing the blood engorged love stick, she sighed out her pleasure as Bob fingered her slick pussy.
He was ready to fuck her, and he knew it.
"Turn over!"
"What?"
"Turn over bitch."
"Why?" she asked timidly. "I want to. fuck you."
"But. .."
"Don't worry, I'm not in the mood to fuck your asshole tonight. It's your cunt I want, but I want to do it from behind. Now, on your knees!"
She assumed the proper position for him to mount, and she waited, trembling with fear and anticipation.
He got behind her, and found the slick coral gash of her cunt. He rubbed it a few times to get it juicy and dripping, and then he shoved his hand in her face.
"Lick it!"
She didn't move, but remained frozen.
"Lick it, I said!" he hissed.
Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, and she licked his hand quickly.
"No, I meant really lick it!" he said.
She licked his hand over and over until it had been licked clean.
He thought his prick might burst when he saw the gaping wet slash of her cunt sticking up at him, and he positioned his cock so that it was nestling against the entrance.
The tip was like a jittery race horse who was chafing at the bit. He didn't use any more restraint, but shoved his flaming cock into her pussy.
"Oh God!" she yelped.
Cassie had only been fucked a few times before, and not very recently, so she was tight.
He rammed his thick dick into her, grabbing her around the waist so he could drive it all the way.
He loved the feeling of her tight little hole, and he ignored her cries of pain as he rammed it in over and over and over again.
She thought that he must have torn something in her cunt, for there was a fierce burning pain inside of her body, and it seemed as if his dick was trying to split her in two.
He grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her body down in time to meet his frantic thrusts.
She was quivering with pain, but at some point, the fierce burning in her cunt turned into something akin to desire, and then to her surprise, it was desire itself.
Her pit hungered for his rigid shaft, and she began to thrust her hips wildly to meet his own thrusts.
"My clit, my clit!" she moaned through tightly clenched teeth.
He reached around her body, and found his way to her clit through the sopping patch of pussy hair. Finding the rigid red jewel, he began to rub it quickly.
"Oooh!" she moaned heavily.
Her whole body was covered with the sweat of her strain, arid of her passion as they fucked on into the summer night.
He reached for her tits, squeezing them tightly in his hands, and for her hair, that glinted silver in the pale cool light of the moon that shone down on them.
There were no more words now, only the inarticulate grunts and groans of their fierce passion as they fucked.
He shot the rigid piston of his dick over and over again into her well greased pussy, and they both shuddered in the unbearable ecstasy of the moment.
Cassie knew tha she was about to come, and uttered a strange sound, somewhere between the howl of a cat and the neigh of a horse.
She arched her back, and came in a violent, shuddering series of quivering jerks.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she yelped.
The quivering intensity of her movements brought Bob's own climax on, and he dumped his burning seed deep within the hidden recesses of her cunt.
They rested quietly for a while, waiting for the breeze to come and cool their flushed faces and dripping bodies.
They dressed, only Cassie remained without her blouse.
"Sorry about that!" he said with a sheepish grin.
"It's OK. I just hope I can get into my house without my father seeing me!" she said with a laugh.
They drove home in silence, Cassie keeping one hand on Bob's knee. She kissed him with real passion when they said good night, and covering her tits with her arms, she ran into the house.
Bob sat there for a while. He saw a light on upstairs, and thought that it was coming from Cassie's father's room. He was right.
A short time later, Everett Marshal himself came down the stairs, and out of the rambling old house.
He came running out to meet the car, wearing only his robe.
"Well, how was the date?" he asked eagerly.
"Great, just great!"
"Glad to hear it! Did she behave?"
"She was a pussy cat!"
"No trouble about where to go?"
"None."
"You decided on things?" Yes."
"And she listened."
"Yes!"
"Well, I'm thrilled, just thrilled! Keep up the good work. And be sure to let me know how things are going."
"Yes, sir!"
"She was right on time tonight, too!"
"That's because I told her that if she kept me waiting for very long, I was going to go home!"
"Good for you son!"
"Your advice was certainly sound, sir!"
"Glad to know it!"
Ev was silent for a moment, wondering how to phrase what he wanted to say next. Bob sensed his hesitation, and wanted to help him out.
"Sir, is there something you want to say to me?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact there is, son."
"Well, please go on.
"Well, it's a little hard to say, I mean that is..."
"Please try, sir.'
"Why don't you come in the house, my boy?"
Bob got out of the car, and followed Ev into the house.
They went into Ev's private study, and closed the old oak door behind them.
Ev got them each some brandy, and then they sat down.
"You see, son, it's just that girls, I mean women, sometimes need a hard, firm hand to help them along."
"Yes sir!"
"But I mean that quite literally."
"Sir?"
"Robert, have you ever considered spanking Cassie?" said Ev gravely, his hand toying with the stem of his brandy glass.
"Excuse me sir?" he said in a puzzled tone of voice.
"Spanking! You know what I mean."
"I do, but, well..."
"Bob, let me tell you, it works like a charm."
"It does?"
"Yes. We had a little upset here the other night, and Cassie was, well, you know how she is. Throwing things, slamming doors. I got fed up, really fed up, so I spanked her. Not hard, you understand. And she's been well behaved ever since!"
"Really?"
"Well, she's still pouting a bit, but no vases have been broken, no doors slammed, no screaming tirades. It's been a pleasure! I think that she uh.. . responded very well to it, if you know what I mean!"
"Yes, I think I do!" said Bob, and he remembered that Cassie had certainly responded quite well to his rough fucking that night. And he had even hit her. It was an idea to consider.
"You're a smart boy, Bob! Very smart! I can see that you catch on very quickly!" said Ev with an approving smile.
"Thank you sir!" he said, his eyes gleaming.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, Cassie felt raw and sore all over, but she was strangely horny, too. She didn't really understand it, but she knew that she was looking forward to her date that night with Arthur.
She was cheerful, and hummed to herself all day long. Ev and Carole were pleased.
The day was wet and sulky, and so she stayed indoors, reading a bit, but mostly dreaming of her date.
Around four o'clock, the phone rang.
"For you, Cassie!" called Carole.
She ran quickly to the telephone.
"Hello?" she breathed.
"Cassie?"
"Yes."
"This is Arthur. Listen, Cassie, it's about tonight. . ." he said, his voice trailing off at the end.
"Oh?"
"I can't make it."
"I see." she said in an icy tone.
"Aw, don't be like that. Listen, there's a real good reason for all of this."
"Oh?" she said, trying to sound indifferent.
"Listen, Cassie, now don't get mad so fast. It's my father, you see? He's real sick, and he has to go in the hospital. My mother wants to go there, and someone has to watch the other kids."
"Oh Arthur! I'm so sorry!" she said, instantly ashamed.
"That's OK. It really is. Anyway, I should be back on the beach in two or three days, and we can make plans then, OK? Because I'd really like to see you, Cassie."
"Of course, Arthur!" she said in a sweet, concerned tone of voice.
But she was cross and grumpy the whole day anyway. She knew that it wasn't his fault, so she wasn't really angry at him, so her anger became more diffuse, and generalized.
She snapped at her father and at Carole for no reason that they could see, and she was generally unpleasant to be around. Everett had a good mind to take her over his knee once again if she didn't behave.
Two days passed this way, and then it was Thursday, the day that Lydia was scheduled to arrive.
She took a bus, and her mother went in the car to pick her up and bring her out to the house.
Lydia was two years younger than Cassie, but she looked older than her seventeen years.
She was tall, with a thick mane of jet black hair that she wore loose and shimmering down her back. She was handsome rather than pretty, but there was something very striking about her thick brows, dark eyes, and straight nose. Her lips were full and pouting, ready to be kissed, or to slip around a thick dick.
She was also much more voluptuous than Cassie. Her full, ripe body was both provocative and sensual. Large, soft tits, and full, curved hips were her most striking attributes.
She had gone to a Quaker boarding school, and had learned to be hip from the sophisticated crowd that she hung out with at school. Her mother probably would have been shocked to know that she had been having an affair with her math teacher, a pleasant young man from New Orleans who had simply flipped at he sight of the raven-haired beauty.
Well, she need never know.
Lydia was fond of her mother, and was very happy to see her. She was a little shy about meeting Everett and Cassie, though.
"Everett is a pussy cat, so just don't worry about him!" said Carole as they were driving along.
"Do you think that he minds I'm coming out?"
"Honey, I told you that he can't wait to meet you! Now would you just relax."
"OK Mom, I'll try."
"Now Cassie is another story."
"Oh?"
"She's a rather spoiled and stuck up girl, although deep down I think that she's very sweet."
"You think that we won't get along?"
"If you don't, it's really not anything personal. You see, I think that she's jealous of me, and of the time I spend with her father, and so consequently, she's bound to resent you too."
"Oh boy!" Lydia said with a sigh.
"Now don't get all upset! I just want to tell you these things beforehand so that you'll know what to expect."
"All right."
Lydia was impressed by the house, and she was a little nervous about going in.
"Stop! You're being silly!" her mother scolded gently, giving her daughter a little hug.
Ev was waiting for them. He kissed Carole, and he gave Lydia a kiss on the cheek too.
"Hello, it's so good to meet you!" he said to her warmly.
"How do you do?" she said shyly.
"Here, let me call Cassie."
He yelled up the stairs, but there was no answer. He yelled again. Finally, he mounted the stairs, and knocked on her door.
"Open up!" he said sharply.
"Go away!"
"Cassie, Lydia is here and I want you to meet her."
"Too bad."
"Do you remember what happened the last time you were in one of your moods?" he said, and paused so she could remember the spanking she had gotten.
Apparently, the memory displeased her, for a moment later, the door opened and Cassie followed her father down the stairs.
"Cassie, this is Lydia." he said pleasantly.
' Hello, Cassie.' said Lydia, trying to be very polite.
Cassie just glared for a moment. Finally, she spoke, but it was sullen and unpleasant.
"Hello." she mumbled, and refused to utter another word.
The four of them spent the day together, going to various antique shops, and looking at old furniture, brass pots, hand made quilts and the like.
Everett, Carole and Lydia enjoyed themselves very much, but Cassie hadn't wanted to come at all, and she sulked all afternoon.
The weather had been bad for several days running now, and she hadn't been to the beach, and hadn't heard any word from Arthur. Nor had she heard from Bob. And the fact that Carole's daughter had been invited out to the house was, in Cassie's eyes, a very bad sign.
After the shopping trip, Cassie wished that she could go home, and lock herself in her room. But Carole and her father wanted to have dinner out, and they insisted that Cassie join them.
Her father chose a very nice restaurant that served fresh fish. He and Carole both ordered lobster, and urged the girls to do the same. He also ordered a very fancy bottle of champagne.
He rarely drank champagne with his dinner, and Cassie grew wary.
When it came, and everyone had been poured a glass, he raised his up, saying, "I'd like to propose a toast."
Everyone looked up, and raised their glasses.
"The toast is to a wonderful woman, the woman I am going to take as my wife!"
"Mom! How wonderful!" squealed Lydia, and almost upset her glass when she jumped up to hug her mother.
"Thank you darling!"
"Yes, Carole and I are getting married. We thought perhaps at the end of the summer, so both of you girls could be there. It will be a fairly quiet wedding. Just the family, and a few friends."
Carole was glad that Lydia seemed genuinely pleased. She was, for she had liked Everett's warm and easy cordiality. He seemed to treat her as a person, and have real respect for her feelings.
But Cassie didn't look too happy. In fact, she was quite furious. She said nothing for a few minutes, but her rage was churning and bubbling around inside of her.
"Well. I'm not happy!" she said very loudly.
"Sh, Cassie, everyone is looking at us!" scolded her father.
"I don't give a damn!"
"Cassie!"
"It's true!" she said, and stood up at the table, pushing away from it with such force that she spilled her champagne.
"Cassie, sit down!" her father hissed angrily.
"No, no, no! I hate you! And I hate her! Hate her! I think she's an awful woman, and I won't live in the house with her for another minute! Not another minute, do you hear?" she screamed.
By this time, everyone in the place had turned around to watch what was going on. Everett tried to grab Cassie by the wrist, and force her to sit down, but as he reached out for her, she pulled free of his grasp, and went racing out of the restaurant.
She bumped into a waiter on the way, and his tray went flying, and landed with a loud crash, spilling food all over the floor, and the nearby walls.
"Cassie!" her father called, but she was already out of the door.
He jumped up, and ran after her, but it was too late. She was already gone. He stood at the door, wondering what to do next.
Cassie had very little idea of what to do next.
She was miles from the house, and even if she had wanted to walk it alone and in the dark, she had no idea where it was from here.
But somehow, the place looked familiar to her. Yes, it really did. It was near Bob's house, she was sure of that!
She fumbled in her pocket, looking for a dime. She found one, and raced over to a pay phone that was near the restaurant. She dialed the number with shaking hands.
"Hello Bob?" she breathed.
"Cassie, is that you?"
"Yes."
"You OK?"
"No, actually I'm not!" she said in a tearful voice.
"What's the matter."
"I can't explain now."
"Are you at home."
"No."
"Well, where are you."
"Do you know a place called The Captain's Table?"
"Sure, it's five minutes form me."
"Would you come and pick me up."
"Yeah, sure Cassie, I'll be there in ten minutes!"
"Thank God!" she breathed into the phone.
She stood waiting, and was soon greeted by the familiar sight of Bob's car. He opened the door, and she slipped in. She was so glad to see him that she gave him a big kiss.
His dick responded instantly, and he began to plot a way that he could get her alone.
"I'm so glad to see you!" she said in a choked voice.
"What's going on? What were you doing there? What happened?" he demanded.
"I'll tell you everything, only let's get away form here."
"Where shall we go?"
"Your place?"
"No, my parents are home. They might wonder what's going on."
"Uh, well I don't know."
"How about a drive along the beach."
"Fine."
As they drove along, she told him the whole story about Carole, Lydia and her father. To her great surprise, Bob was not being very sympathetic.
"I think that you're being selfish Cassie." he said in a rather stern tone of voice.
"Selfish? Me?"
"Yes. Your father didn't do anything so terrible. He must be lonely. I think that it's great that he's getting married."
"You do?"
"Yes. And Carole seems very nice. She seems cool, you know? Like she wouldn't drop dead if she caught you smoking grass or something, you know what I mean?"
Cassie was silent.
"And what is Lydia like?" he continued. "Oh, she's OK."
"So then what's so terrible? You're at school all year anyway, and you won't see them so much. And it will be nice for your dad to have a family. And nice for you too, Cassie."
This was not the response she had anticipated, and she remained very quiet as he drove.
She began to wonder where he was taking her, and then she knew. It was the same empty spot they had been to a few nights ago.
"No, Bob, no!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about!"
"Tell me!"
"I don't want. . .that."
"What?" he asked, innocently as a lamb. She glared at him knowing that he was mocking her.
"I don't want to fuck you!" she spat. "Well, that's just too bad!" he snarled. "Bob!"
"You want to get out here, baby."
"Bob!" she repeated. "The choice is up to you!" He stopped the car. It was dark outside, and chilly. The waves broke and crashed on the shore, and there was no one around.
He grabbed her to him, and kissed her brutally. Despite her real anger, she found herself responding to him.
"Let's go outside," she muttered.
He opened the car door, and shoved her out. They walked over the sand together, and he fell on top of her roughly.
He groped for her tits, and pressed each one in his hands with bruising passion. He didn't bother with the buttons of her shirt, but instead, he tore it, so the buttons were lost all over the sand.
He unzipped her jeans, and stuck a finger in her pussy.
"Hot already?" he asked, feeling the sticky juice that had started to flow.
She kissed him in reply.
He fingered her hot center, enjoying the way she wiggled and writhed under his touch.
He pulled off the rest of her clothes, and in a flash, he was out of his, too.
He pushed her so that she was flat on her back, and pinned her arms above her head as he kissed her naked, enticing tits with their glowing red tips.
Her body heaved, and struggled weakly, but she was powerless, and had to submit.
His hands sought her moist wet slit, and he rubbed his rock hard dick against the gleaming gold of her tanned thigh.
He grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands, and started to kiss his way down to her cunt.
Soon, he was licking the tender lips and nibbling on the bud of her clit as she writhed and shuddered.
His tongue would occasionally probe the tiny dot of her anus, and he saw that after repeated tickling, it started to open and to expand, as if in invitation.
He started to tongue her asshole in earnest, liking the faintly spicy taste.
It welcomed his tongue by opening up, and trying to close around the pink bit of flesh.
He substituted a finger for his tongue, and was able to slide it in with ease.
"Cassie, turn over!"
She did so without any protest.
His tongue moved across the whole ass crack, and focused on the tight, hot hole.
After a few minutes of steady licking, he pressed the flared tip of his large, smooth penis against her asshole.
"Oh no!" she yelled.
"Oh yes!" he said with determination in his voice. He grabbed her around the waist, but she was as slippery as a lizard, and wriggled free.
He caught her again, and they struggled for some minutes in the sand.
She bit him, quite hard, and he grew angry, he suddenly remembered what her father had told him.
Yanking her across his lap, he smacked her hard across the ass, leaving a bright red imprint of his hand.
"What are you doing?" she cried out.
"Shut up!" he growled.
"Bob!"
"I'm teaching you a lesson!" he said, and raised his hand to bit her again.
The next blow was even harder than the first, and brought tears of pain to her lovely blue eyes.
He kept smacking her, with slow, forceful blows so that the entire surface af her ass was covered with vivid red marks.
He spied his belt only inches away. Did he dare? He did.
He coiled it in half, and cracked it down across her white ass cheeks.
"Oh God!" she howled in pain.
He smacked her several times, leaving ruby red lash marks that slowly filled with blood.
When she had ceased struggling, he released her.
"I hope that you've learned to behave now!" he said, and flipped her over. "Get on your hands and knees!" She obeyed without question, and even stuck her ass up in the air to make it easier for him.
He slicked her up some more with his spit, and then placed the tip of his burning rod against the virgin entrance to her anal chamber.
He pressed hard, and a wave of delight surged through him as he felt the tip ease in.
She bit her lip against the fierce pain, and he pushed against her, harder still.
He managed to get another inch in, and then another, and finally another. She felt as if she were splitting her in half.
With a great thrust, he pushed all the way in.
Something burst inside, and she screamed. He could feel the warm, wet trickle of blood, but he didn't care. He was in, and it felt terrific!
He grabbed her about the slender waist, and his joy ride began. He loved the deliriously tight, hot hole that hugged his prick so nicely. It was the first time he had ever fucked a woman in the ass, and he didn't know what he had been missing until now.
He loved to see her proud head, bent in submission, and her red and white ass cheeks.
He rocked and bucked like a mating stallion, shoving his fat hard cock in as deeply as he could.
Cassie was beaten, and she knew it. The only thing to do was to endure this horror, and hope that it would be over soon.
His hands reached for her tits, and cupped them as he rode her.
She had to admit that the pressure of his hands on her delicate mounds was a blessed distraction from the pain that was burning in her asshole, and she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on that.
The feeling became better and better, and soon she barely noticed the ache in her virgin ass.
Then, he stuck a finger in her moist pussy, and that really made her feel good.
His cock was grinding away at her hole, stretching and expanding the delicate inner walls to fit around his huge meat.
His fingers were busy in her cunt, and around her clit, and soon, she had her head arched back in ecstasy.
She moved her ass down to meet his thrusts, and she used her cheeks to squeeze and hold the flaming shaft.
"Yeah, that's it, bitch! That's just right."
"Oh, it feels-so good!" she muttered.
"So you like it, huh?"
"Yeah, feels real nice!"
"You like my dick in your ass, huh?" he prompted.
"Oh yes! Feels so great! I love that big dick of yours stuffed all the way up my ass!" she whispered.
He laughed, and fucked her harder still.
The wind howled all around them, and the waves beat without cease against the shore. Occasionally, there was a scream of gulls overhead. It was as if nature was responding to their brutal passion.
They rocked back and forth together, shuddering in unimaginable bliss. Faster and harder they rocked, until Cassie was coming all over the place, her body shaking, and her voice torn to shreds from her screams.
Watching her writhing, gyrating form made Bob hotter, and his come burst from him, shooting up into the innermost recesses of her asshole, and filling her totally with his creamy spunk.
When he pulled out, a flood of juices came pouring out. He flopped down on top of her, oblivious to the driving rain that had started.
It was only when they saw the sky light up up with a flash of lightning that they hurried back to the car.
Bob thought that he had better take Cassie home, and she agreed. She was a little frightened of her father, though.
"Please come in with me, Bob!"
"Well..."
"I know that he'll be a little calmer if you're there with me!" she pleaded.
"OK, OK." he agreed finally.
"Oh thank you!" she said, throwing her arms around him. Her shirt was all torn, and her bare tits grazed against him.
"Hey, not while we're driving, OK?" he laughed.
They pulled up to the house. The car was there, and there were several lights on, so Cassie knew that they were at home.
She took Bob's hand as she mounted the steps, and she knocked at the door.
"Cassie! We were so worried!" her father cried.
Apparently, concern was even more in evidence than anger.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. . ." she began.
"Sh, it's all right! Carole, Cassie's home!" he said, and gathered her up in his arms.
Carole came rushing into the room.
"Oh thank God! We were just about to call the police! Cassie, you gave us such a scare!", she said.
Bob thought that it would be all right to leave, but Everett caught him by the arm as neared the door.
"Thank you, Bob!" he said.
"Oh that's all right!"
"Is everyhting OK?"
"Just fine!"
"Good, good! Well I'll talk to you very soon. Very soon!" he said, and shook Bob's hand heartily.
"Cassie, you are all wet and full of sand! Come upstairs and take a hot bath before you catch a cold!" said Carole, leading Cassie upstairs.
Everett was left alone with Lydia.
"This has been quite a day for you, my dear!" said
"Yes it has!" Lydia agreed.
"Well, I don't think it will always be like this. Things will settle down, so don't worry."
"I hope so!"
"Oh, you can depend on that."
"Is she always like this."
"Well.. ."
Everett stopped for a moment, and stood there thinking of something. Finally, he turned to Lydia and looked at her.
"You know, Cassie's mother died when she was just a little girl. She never really knew her. And she's never been close to women. Maybe now that you and your mother will be living with us . . ." he said, and his voice was thick with emotion.
Lydia looked up at him. It seemed as if he were about to cry at any moment."
She threw her arms around him, and gave him a hug.
"Oh Ev! I know that thing will be all right!
CHAPTER FIVE
Cassie was a little bit overwhelmed at her reception at home. She had expected her father and Carole to be furious, and instead, they were worried sick over her whereabouts.
The incident in the restaurant was, by tacit agreement, not discussed by any of them. Instead, Carole and Ev went about making plans for their wedding which was to be in early September. They would occasionally ask
Cassie and Lydia their opinions about certain things. Lydia always responded with genuine emotion, and a desire to help. Cassie was always was a bit more cool and reserved, but at least she was no longer openly hostile to Carole and her daughter.
It would have been hard to be angry at Lydia. Even Cassie, who had no close female friends, found herself being charmed by the delightful spell that the younger girl wove.
Lydia was witty, clever and extraordinarily good natured. She laughed a lot, and had the ability to draw other people in to share her laughter. She could make a story out of any event, no matter how minor or trivial. Cassie was captivated by her new companion. Ev and Carole watched and waited, crossing their fingers and holding their breath. It seemed too good to be true.
Lydia and Cassie started to do everything together. Cassie forsook Bob and Arthur, and concentrated all of her attention on Lydia. Lydia was so bright, and so inquisitive about the world around her. She was a voracious reader, and talked endlessly to Cassie about the things she had read.
Often, she would read aloud from her favorite poets, or act out scenes from Shakespeare, and Bernard Shaw. Cassie listened, spellbound.
She grew to admire Lydia's looks too. Lydia was very exotic in her taste in clothing, and she disdained the kind of perfect, manicured elegance that Cassie always sought in her appearance.
Instead, she favored brilliant colors, and mixed several different prints and textures at the same time. Her jewelry was a collection of wonderful things from all over the world. She had jade earrings, a coral necklace, a cinnabar bracelet. She wore Mexican shawls, Indian saris, embroidered blouses from the Ukraine.
Cassie was content to just follow her around. But her new friend wasn't interested in exploiting her. Lydia liked people, and trusted them until they gave her reason to do otherwise. Cassie, after their initial unpleasant meeting, had been sweet and loving, and she saw no reason to be cruel, or take any unfair advantage.
One evening, the two girls were home alone in the house while Carole and Ev were out with some friends.
They had been watching television, but soon grew bored, and shut it off.
They wandered upstairs, each with a dish of fresh peach ice cream, to see how they could amuse themselves.
"You know what Cassie?"
"What?"
"I've never really seen all of this house! It's so huge, it must have a million rooms."
"Not quite!" said Cassie with a laugh. "Well then, how many."
"Maybe twenty."
"Twenty."
"Or a few more."
"Really?"
"I've never actually counted them, if you want to know the truth." she said.
"Let's do it now!"
"Count the rooms in the house?"
"Yes! It'll be fun. I'll bet that there are rooms here you haven't been in for years!"
"That's true. OK, let's do it."
They set off, starting their count on the second floor. There was actually another floor of the house, now rarely used. When they got up there, they both took time to stop, and look at all sorts of things that they found.
Cassie found toys she hadn't seen since she was a child, and things that had belonged to her long dead mother.
"Look at these hats!" she exclaimed to Lydia.
"Oh wow! Those feathers! You know, I would wear those if I were you, Cassie."
"You would?"
"Sure! They are so glamorous and sexy."
"Oh, and Lydia, look at this suit! Did you ever see anything like it before?" she said, holding up a suit from the forties, complete with shoulder pads.
"It's wonderful! Look at that slit in the skirt!" i
"I guess my mother was some dresser in her day!"
"She sure was!"
They continued on, growing more and more interested in the things they found. It was a way to trace her family, and to learn something about who there was. People's possessions can be so very revealing about who they are.
They came to another room that seemed to have a lot of her father's old things.
"Look, Lydia, here's a picture of Daddy when he was in college!" she said, holding up an old photo.
"He was really handsome, wasn't he!"
"Yeah!"
And here's, one of his graduation from Harvard."
"Look at that!"
"What's this, over here?" wondered Cassie. "I don't know. Let's explore."
"It looks like some old books and stuff."
"Let me see."
"They seem like they are text books or something."
"Not all of them. Here look. This one is called "Jennifer's Secret Life." What do you suppose that is?"
"Open it up and see."
She did, and she began to read, "Jennifer's full breast heaved and quivered as Mr. Miliken opened the buttons on her shirt. His hands kneaded the soft, full mounds, and the young woman trembled with forbidden desire. She weakly tried to push his hands way from her trembling body, but it was no use. She wanted him, and he knew it. In seconds, he had unzipped his fly, and pulled out the flaming staff of his manhood. . ."
Her voice died away.
"Cass, these are porno novels!"
"Yeah, I guess so!"
"They must belong to your father!"
"Uh huh!"
"Let's see some more!"
They picked up another book entitled, "Lizzy's Forbidden Desire." Cassie opened the book, and began to read aloud.
"Lizzy's eyes were watering with lust and desire as she stared across the room at her best friend, Jenny. The young woman's back was towards her as she stripped off her blouse and skirt, and stood clad only in bra, slip and hose.
Then, Jenny turned to face Lizzy, and Lizzy's mouth fell open when she caught sight of her friend's enormous breasts that spilled like fresh milk from over the top of her bra. Jenny began to unhook that bra, and the exquisite mounds of flesh poured out, quivering and dancing with delight as they were set free.
Poor Lizzy had to restrain herself from going over and stuffing her mouth with those delicious morsels . . ."
Cassie stopped reading. She looked over at Lydia, who had been listening as if in a trance.
"Wow! Those books are really hot!" breathed Lydia, hugging her knees to her ample tits.
"They sure are!"
"Even that last one, about those two women...."
"Lydia, have you ever done it with a woman?" Cassie said, surprising herself with her own boldness. But Lydia made it very easy to talk to her about everything, and she didn't think that the younger girl would be shocked or offended by her question.
She wasn't. Lydia was a candid, frank person herself, and she admired those qualities in others.
"No. But I'd like to." she answered simply. "You would?" breathed Cassie. "Yes. Why not."
"But, but, it's sick!"
"Says who?"
"Lydia, everyone knows that homosexuality is unnatural and perverse." she said in a stern tone.
"Forgive me for being blunt, but that's a lot of shit, Cassie, and you know it too."
"What?"
"Since when do you accept society's fucked up notion of what normal is? Can't you think for yourself?"
Cassie was shamed. It was true. She had never bothered to think about why homosexuality was wrong or evil. She had been told that, and so she believed it. But as she sat there thinking about it, all of the things she had imagined to be sick about seemed to vanish into thin air.
Lydia was looking at her very hard as she sat there and thought.
The intensity of her gaze made Cassie feel a little uncomfortable, and she wondered what was going on in Lydia's mind.
In fact, Lydia was sitting there and thinking how beautiful Cassie looked with her soft golden hair, and her graceful tanned body. She thought that she would really enjoy making love to her.
Not being one to waste time, she suddenly got up, and crossed the room to where Cassie was sitting with her long, brown legs folded up under her.
She didn't say a word, but leaned over and kissed Cassie's ripe peach of a mouth.
Cassie was startled, but as soon as she felt the cool sweet taste of Lydia's honeyed lips and tongue, she realized how good it felt, and how much she really wanted this to happen.
She kissed her back with a passion that equaled Lydia's own. Their mouths met, and joined, unable to part for a second now that they knew the joy of being meshed.
Saliva was exchanged for saliva, lips and tongues pressed, poked and explored. Cassie reached over to touch the thick, amazing mane of Lydia's hair, and couldn't get over its thick, springy waves.
Lydia was touching Cassie's face and chin and throat with an amazing gentleness. Cassie had never felt anything like it in her life before, and the little butterfly wings of desire started beating madly in her blood.
She wanted very much to touch Lydia's full tits that were straining at the seams of her Mexican peasant blouse, but somehow, she dared not.
Lydia must have read her mind, for the very next moment, she had brought her own hands down to Cassie's firm tits, and started fondling them through her thin summer shirt.
Cassie felt her nipples tighten and ache with eager anticipation as Lydia stroked and rubbed the pert mounds of white flesh.
Her hands were delicate, experienced, knowing. She moved with the certainty ot one who has learned to please, and to please well.
Cassie was panting madly now, and Lydia helped her out of her blouse so that her white tits were naked and gleaming in the light.
"Now you!" said Cassie softly, her nude torso quivering in delighted anticipation.
Lydia pulled the tight blouse up, and over her head. Her bra bound her two full tits, but she undid it in a moment, and tossed it to the floor so that the two huge mounds of flesh were stripped bare before Cassie's excited eyes.
They were quite large, and capped with pink nipples that seemed to be begging to be bit, kissed, licked and sucked.
"Let me!" whispered Cassie, reaching for one of the glorious mounds.
She took it in her hands, and kneaded it very softly. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and circled around the nipple, leaving a trail of fire behind it.
Lydia melted into Cassie's arms, and soon, the two girls were busy in exploring and fondling the mysteries of each other's tits.
Lydia's long and delicate finger nails traced their way down Cassie's neck and back, making the girl shudder and quiver with desire.
She twirled small and big circles. Then she reached Cassie's ass, and stroked the firm cheeks through her denim shorts. She reached over to unzip them, and was pleased to find that Cassie wore no panties underneath the tight shorts.
Her hands stroked the firm cheeks, rubbing and pinching, and even sliding in between the crack of her ass. Her touch was so light, so expert and infinitely subtle that she had Cassie panting and moaning already, without having touched her cunt once.
But it didn't take her long to touch it. Her hand nestled into the golden forest of Cassie's snatch, and teased the delicate cunt lips through the hair.
Finding Cassie's clit was easy, for it already was red and swollen, a dark juicy berry, waiting only to be picked.
Taking the clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, she rolled it around as if it were a precious stone.
Cassie leaned her head back, and panted out her pleasure in a series of long, drawn out gasps.
Lydia used one of her fingers to probe the moistening walls of Cassie's pussy, and then stuck her finger in her mouth, licking off the juice with obvious relish.
"MMMmm, tastes good!" she said.
"Kiss it for me, Lydia!" Cassie begged.
"I can't wait!" she said, and got to her knees before Cassie.
Parting Cassie's brown thighs, she tickled the inner surface of them first, using her long nails. Cassie was writhing around.
She opened up the pink slash, spreading the lips wide so she could see the ripe, ready cunt, waiting to be eaten, like a sliced peach, the center all sticky and glowing.
She rubbed her whole face in the spread pussy, inhaling the smell, wanting to get it imprinted in her sensual memory.
It had an aroma all its own. It made Lydia think of freshly baked bread, of the ocean after a storm, of the sweet sticky juice of a pear, of hot molasses. She rubbed and rubbed, getting her hair and chin all wet with Cassie's juices.
Then, and only then, did she begin to really lick her cunt in earnest. Her talented tongue stroked and probed the lips, and painted dazzling pictures around the bud of the clit.
"Oh God!" moaned Cassie.
"Good, huh?"
"Good?" she said nearly choking. Lydia continued her artful sucking. "Lydia, bite it, bite on my clit!" she begged. Lydia took her tongue away, and used her teeth instead for a bit. Very gently she nibbled and chewed on the throbbing clit, that quivered and pulsated under her mouth.
Cassie thrashed around on the floor, loving the talented tonguing she was getting. No man had ever done her this way before. No man had been so careful, or so loving, or had made her feel like her cunt was some gorgeous, brilliantly blooming flower.
Her timing was perfect, and she seemed to anticipate Cassie's desire before the girl's brain could even articulate the thoughts.
Cassie lost all sense of space and time, and existed only in the shadowy region of ecstasy, a realm that denies ordinary time.
She was drifting through the billowing, heady clouds of her own desire, scaling new peaks a: she was wafted along.
Her orgasm came in a series of needle sharp, stinging sprays of liquid that squirted their brilliant hues all over the dome of her mind.
When she finally returned to earth, she found Lydia's sopping face only inches from her own.
She looked at her with love and gratitude, and licked her whole face clean, getting drunk on her own scent.
Her hands went down to Lydia's giant globes, and fondled them. Her tits filled up Cassie's hands, and they were soft and comforting.
Lydia was still wearing a full, gathered skirt, which was pulled off in an instant. Like Cassie, she rarely wore panties, thinking them a nuisance and a waste of time, so she was naked underneath the cotton skirt.
Her thighs were rounded and smooth, and her ass was a marvel of plump, shapely flesh. The same jet black hair that covered her head was all over her pussy, and under her arms, too.
Cassie was always a little shocked that Lydia didn't shave there, but when she buried her face in the soft powder puff under Lydia's arm, and inhaled its strong, musky fragrance, she understood why.
She kissed her all over, her mouth stopping along the way to explore neck, shoulders, arms, wrists, knees, ankles.
She spent a long time sucking on the full melons of Lydia's tits, which made Lydia moan with delight.
She chewed on her nipples until they were stiff and sore with unfulfilled desire. Then, her mouth traveled down the smooth white surface of Lydia's body.
She kissed the white stomach, and trailed her tongue all over the lovely, ivory smooth surface of skin.
She pushed Lydia's legs wide apart, and pressed her face to the gleaming, scarlet gash of her cunt.
The tight coils of black pubic hair were springy and slightly rough against her cheek, but she liked their scratchy welcome.
The lips and clit themselves were the softest things she had ever felt or experienced in her life. The skin there was smoother than the finest silk, more delicate than the wings of a moth, as gentle to the touch as a summer breeze, Cassie spent a long time just tonguing the soft, wet skin, delighting in its slippery feel against her lips.
Lydia had her hands in Cassie's hair, and was massaging her scalp as the other girl ate her pussy.
She held Lydia's ass cheeks in her two hands, pinching them just so that she could feel their firm resistance to her hands.
She had never eaten pussy before, but she seemed to be doing it all right, for Lydia was on the floor making moans and gasps that seemed to indicate her pleasure.
Her hand slipped between the cheeks of Lydia's ass quite by chance, and she discovered the tiny hole of her anus.
Remembering with pleasure how it had felt to be fucked there, she decided to give Lydia a thrill by sticking a finger up it.
She had guessed correctly in this case, for when she inserted her finger, already well lubricated from Lydia's juicy pussy, the girl quivered and shook with unrepressed passion.
As she ate her out, she drove her finger further into the narrow anal chamber, enjoying the soft, delicate tissues that were inside of it.
She sucked that cunt as if it were mother's milk, lapping up all of the juices that poured from it over her face.
Lydia's sighs became more pronounced, and the whole room seemed to echo with her groaning.
It turned Cassie on to hear how hot she was getting, and she slipped a finger into her own cunt to increase her own passion.
Her hand diddled her flaming clit in time to the movements of her tongue as she flicked on Lydia's hot clit.
Soon, both girls were writhing away in the throes of violent orgasm.
After their passionate interlude, Cassie and Lydia becam even more inseparable.
Carole and Ev were just delighted at the way events had taken shape, and the four lived in harmony for several days.
The two girls were the best of friends. Lydia had even asked to move into Cassie's room, which shocked Ev who knew how private Cassie was, and how she was adamant in her refusal to give up her space to anyone.
They had no idea, of course, of what was really going on between the two of them.
When Ev and Carole went off to bed to find their bliss in one another's arms, their two teen-aged daughters did the same thing.
Things might have remained in this blissful, idyllic state if it had not been for a certain intrusion. The intrusion came in the form of Bob.
Following Everett's advice, he had not called Cassie, nor made any other attempts to get in touch with her since the night that he had brought her home in the storm.
But he had no way of knowing about her sudden and blinding infatuation with Lydia. He expected her to call him, and ask to see him, but she did nothing of the kind.
He fretted for days, wondering what was going on. He decided to call her.
"Cassie?"
"Yes, who is this?" she said absently on the phone. He thought that it was a bad sign that she didn't recognize his voice.
"It's me, Bob."
"Oh hi!" she said pleasantly, but he could detect the indifference in her voice. "How are you, Cassie."
"Fine, just fine."
"Everything straightened out with your dad?"
"Everything is fine," she said, and then there was a very long, awkward pause. "I miss you, Cassie."
"Bob!"
"I'd really like to see you!"
"Well, why don't you come over tonight?"
"Sure thing! Want to go out?"
"Well, Carole's planned something kind of special for dinner, so why don't you eat over here?"
"Sounds good."
"Then maybe we can go out later."
"OK. What time?"
"Six."
"Six it is."
"See you then."
"Good-bye."
Cassie was pleased at the thought of seeing Bob, but right now, she was still taken with Lydia.
Bob arrived at six sharp with a box of candy for Cassie, and some flowers for Carole.
But when he took one look at Lydia, he wanted to give both the gifts to her.
He hadn't really met her before, and her striking beauty had captivated him.
She wore her magnificent night black hair loose, so that it floated like a cloud down her back.
She was wearing a long, flowing caftan that came from Israel, which made her look like some ancient, Biblical queen.
The caftan was black, and was embroidered with several different colored threads.
Bob couldn't stop staring at her. All through dinner, he gazed longingly at her proud, spirited face, and hung on her every word. He laughed at every joke she told, and at every amusing story. He made an effort to speak to her whenever he could.
Cassie could not fail to notice what was going on, for he barely looked at her all evening.
She grew angry at Bob, and jealous of the fact that he occupied so much of Lydia's attention.
As her mood worsened, so did her behavior, and soon she was snappish and short with everyone at the dinner table, including Lydia herself.
Both Carole and Ev grew a little impatient with Cassie, but she had been so sweet tempered lately that they decided not to make an issue of it, or at least not right at this particular moment.
Bob was engaging Lydia in some silly conversation about games as far as Cassie could tell, and he made her agree to play a game of Scrabble with him after dinner.
Lydia knew that Cassie was upset because Bob was paying so much attention to her, but she didn't know the full extent of those feelings.
Not being a particularly jealous person herself, she didn't quite understand what was going on with Cassie. Also, she liked Bob. He was smart, and funny in his own way too, and not at all bad looking.
"Well, why don't we all play Scrabble?" she said, and shot Cassie a glance. --
"I hate Scrabble!" said Cassie.
"Oh come on, just this once you can play."
"No. I don't enjoy it, and I just won't do it. You and Bob go ahead, though, I really won't mind." she said in a way that was meant in no uncertain terms to indicate to everyone exactly how much she would mind.
Lydia really didn't understand what was going on with Cassie at all. She thought that she was being childish and silly. After all, why shouldn't she play Scrabble with Bob? Cassie certainly wasn't jealous of that, was she? She had just finished telling Lydia how she didn't really like Bob all that much any more. It was just that she couldn't stand to see him with somebody else, at least that's how Lydia saw it.
"All right then Cassie, if you don't want to play, we will, and when we're done, maybe we'll all go out!" she said. Lydia watched Cassie carefully.
"Suit yourself!" said Cassie in an angry tone of voice, and got up from- the dinner table abruptly. They all waited, and soon the familiar sound of the door slamming, and plaster falling met their ears.
Ev and Carole sighed, thinking that the brief mood had ended, and now they should get ready for a new set of storms.
They finished their dinner, and then Lydia and Bob went into the den to play their game of Scrabble.
Ev and Carole were going out for the evening.
"Have a good time, kids!" Ev said.
"Oh, we will!" answered Bob.
"Don't let Cassie get you down! If she won't behave, just ignore her, that's all!"
They left, and Bob and Lydia settled down to their game while Cassie remained upstairs sulking.
Bob couldn't take his eyes off of Lydia's big tits. It was evident to him that she didn't wear a bra, and he gazed with naked lust at her big nipples.
He tried to bend over and get close to her as he placed his Scrabble tiles on the board so he could get a whiff of her jet black hair.
She was a good player, he noted with pleasure. So was he. They had a challenging game, and it was a tie.
He insisted on another match, and Lydia readily agreed.
They were setting up for the new game, while Cassie was upstairs fuming. She plotted revenge, but it was all of a childish nature. It made her even more angry, for she really wanted to do something to hurt them, particularly Bob.
She thought and thought, but no ideas came to her. She decided to creep down the stairs and have a look at what they were doing. Perhaps then something might suggest itself to her.
Quietly, she crept out of her room, and down the steps. She snuck along the hall, and stopped where she was sure that they couldn't see her.
By just peeping around a corner, she could see them. They were laughing a lot, and talking. There seemed to be a heated debate going on about some word or other. She was standing too far away to hear it, but she heard the snips of their conversation.
She saw Lydia moving her hands up in the air wildly about something, and then she saw Bob grab her by the wrist. All at once, he was on top of her, his arms wrapped around her and his mouth glued to hers.
Cassie was so angry that she could have spit. How dare he? And how dare she? She wished that she could kill them both at this very moment.
She watched for a few moments as they kissed, and Bob's hands reached down for those luscious globes that Cassie knew so well by now.
How could she let him do that to her?
He was kneading her boobs now, and she had pressed his hands tighter and tighter against her heaving chest.
She slipped a hand down into his crotch, and began to rub the bulge that grew more and more noticeable, even at the distance which Cassie stood.
She saw how Lydia's hand slipped the big dick out of Bob's pants, and how her eyes gleamed as she was taking it into her mouth.
When Lydia started to suck him off, Cassie lost all of her self-control. She burst into the room, surprising the couple on the floor.
"What the hell do you think that you're doing?" shouted Bob.
"What am I doing? I'd like to ask you what you think that you're doing here!" she screamed back at him.
Lydia got up off her knees.
"Cassie, listen to me . . ."she began.
"Shut up! This is between me and Bob!"
"I think that she's right, Lydia. Why don't you go upstairs for a little while until we're through thrashing this one out?"
"Are you sure?"
"Very."
"Well, all right." she said, and she left the room quietly.
Bob and Cassie stood there glaring at one another.
"Listen, baby, I'd just like to tell you a thing or two...," he began to say.
"Shut up! I'm not interested in what you have to say!"
"Well, you're gonna be, even if for this once! You listen to me now, because it's about time that you did! I'm sick of the way you behave, of the games that you play, of the way that you treat me. You don't care about me, and you never have. I can see that now. You can't stand to see that I might be happy with another girl, that's all. But I won't stand for it any more! I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget!"
"Stay away from me!" she said, and tried to run.
It was too late. He grabbed her before she could get away, and clamped a hand down on her mouth to keep her from screaming.
He fished out his wide, white handkerchief from his pocket, and made it into a gag for her mouth.
Then, he dragged her over to the fluted wooden column that was near the entrance to the room.
Her eyes were wide with fear and terror as she watched him pull off his leather belt, and bind her hands with it.
Then, he used the ties that held the drapes back to bind her to the wooden column.
She wanted to scream, but of course she couldn't. She could only watch in terrified silence, and wait to see what he would do to her next.
He looked at her body several times, and she could see that there was lust in his eyes.
But she could also read something else there. There was a desire to humiliate, to punish and to chastise there, she could read it plainly, and it made her quiver with fear and trepidation.
She knew that she had teased him, abused him, and used him all summer long. Now, here was his chance to get revenge, and she shuddered to think of what form that revenge was going to take.
He came very close to her, and peered into her frightened eyes.
"Now you're really gonna see how it feels, bitch! I told you Cassie, I'm going to teach you a lesson tonight that you won't forget!
CHAPTER SIX
Cassie watched him with huge and horrified eyes as he came to look at her from all sides as if she were a piece of meat in a cattle show that he was inspecting before buying.
He put his hands to her throat, and began to unbutton her cotton shirt so that her sharp, firm tits were soon bared to his greedy eyes.
He cupped them in his hands, and pinched them hard, so that she winced from the pain.
The nipples tightened, and Bob thought that it was interesting that the physical response to both pleasure and pain was, in this case, identical.
He kneaded her tits roughly, squishing the firm, white flesh beneath his brutal fingers. Cassie trembled.
His hands slid down her tanned, shapely torso, stroking the smooth flesh as he did so. It felt good to his fingers.
He undid her skirt, so she was tied there wearing only the thinnest cotton panties.
He was about to take them off of her, when he saw a pair of scissors lying on a big desk that stood near a window in the far corner of the room.
He walked over to get them, and brought them close. She quaked in horror as she saw the sparkling, pointed blades. They were long and sharp, and she wondered with sick dread what he was going to do to her.
Slipping the point inside the elastic of her panties, he opened the scissors, and cut. The panties split instantly, falling away from her body like the leaves on a tree fall in a spring shower.
She was naked now, and he could see that her cunt had moistened, for the golden brown hairs were covered with her juices. He wondered whether it was fear or desire that was making her so wet.
"Now listen to me, Cassie. I'm not going to hurt you. Not badly, anyway. But I think that you need a lesson, and I'm going to give it to you!" he said, and whipped out his stiff dick.
The naked girl trembled as he came up to her, and caressed her body with rough, brutal caresses.
He slid a finger towards her pussy, and tried to slip it in. He found that she had clamped it shut, constricting the muscles so tightly that he found it impossible to insert his finger.
"Open up!" he commanded.
She said nothing, being bound, but her eyes showed an angry defiance. She wouldn't give in to his sick games, she just wouldn't!
"Cassie, I'm warning you!"
But she didn't open up a single bit.
He knew that he could pry her long tanned legs apart, and then tie them at the ankles, and so she would have no choice. But he was angry that she didn't obey him instantly.
"Well, I'm just going to have to spank you then!" he said with glee in his voice. The mere thought of spanking that firm, white ass made his dick swell and grow hard with eager anticipation.
He sauntered over to the column and then raised his arm. Dealing her a sharp blow across the face, he used her pained surprise to untie her, and bind her in a new position.
He tied her arms behind her back, very tightly so that her tits stuck out at him, begging to be touched and held. Then, he bound her ankles together while she was in a kneeling position.
This way, he could force her to stand on her knees, a very painful posture, and stick her lovely ass up in the air for him, so that he could fuck it, or beat it.
He chose the latter first. Pushing Cassie's head down so that it was on the floor, he caressed the firm cheeks of her ass lovingly, fingering the crack with infinite care.
Then, he smacked her. Hard enough to leave an angry red welt, but not hard enough to seriously wound.
He smacked her over and over again, so that the entire surface of her white, alabaster like cheeks was covered by the network of bright red marks.
He wasn't hurting her now as much as humiliating her, and Cassie's face shone with the tears of her rage and her indignation.
As he beat her, he noticed that her cunt was well lubricated, and it seemed to him that her asshole was beginning to ease up, and to open up a little bit. He stuck a finger up to it, and found that he was right. It was not too tensed up to accept that finger. He wondered what else it might be persuaded to accept.
He noticed that there was a long, wax candle on the desk where the scissors had been. It was white, and was in a pewter holder. His eyes gleamed when he saw it.
Crossing the room quickly, he fetched it, and brought it back to show the bound girl.
She looked scared when she saw it, but didn't move for fear of being hit again.
He knew that she would need some lubrication. He leaned over to lick her pink asshole, and tickle it with his tongue.
It responded instantly, and expanded to meet his probing tongue. He moved his face away, and brought the candle to the tiny anal dot. The end was rather pointed and small, so he thought that it would go in easily. The base of it was quite a good deal fatter. Well, he would just have to work at it, and he smiled to himself.
Placing the tip against her ass, he pushed gently. It met with little resistance, and he kept on pushing.
The sight of the fat white stick being slowly inserted into Cassie's helpless anus made him very hot, and he used a hand to finger his own throbbing dick.
He kept on with his pushing, and soon, half of the white, waxen shaft was buried deeply in her ass.
He found that by coming behind her, he could slip his dick in between her parted legs, and he managed to get his cock in her pussy at the same time he was violating her ass with the candle.
Her cunt was wet, hot and very, very tight, which was just perfect as far as he was concerned.
He pushed the candle harder, but now it was getting more difficult. He struggled with it for a few minutes, trying to ease his way in gently, but to no avail.
Finally, he simply shoved it in with all his might. Cassie's whole body winced and twitched with the sudden assault, and he saw a thin trickle of blood creeping from her tortured hole.
He started to fuck her ass with the candle, using the blood as lubricant. It worked, and soon he was sliding the waxy rod in and out of her spread hole with ease.
Meanwhile, he timed his thrusts in her cunt so that they were perfectly synchronized and soon, cock and candle moved out of the two holes with the certainty and precision of a machine.
He managed to use only one hand for the candle, and so the other hand was free to grab her waist, and bring her body yet closer to his, or to pinch her tits, which felt good and hard in his hot. hands.
He shoved harder and faster, growing more and more excited with each passing minute.
Cassie was beaten. Her head hung in shame, and tears glistened all over her lovely face and chin.
The pain had subsided somewhat, and now there was only a dull ache in her asshole, and the much more bitter ache of her humiliation and degradation.
He felt his orgasm approaching, and started to buck even faster.
"OH, yeah, bitch, I'm coming, coming, COMING!" he screamed loudly, and shot a steaming wad of spunk into her pussy.
Leaving the candle well up her ass, he pulled his dick out, and flopped down on the floor to rest for a minute.
The noise had attracted Lydia's attention. She had been reading upstairs, but now, she put the book down. She wondered what they had been doing downstairs, anyway. It had been quite some time since she had left the two of them alone together. She decided that she would go down and have a look.
She went softly down the steps, and crossed the hall that led into the den. She opened the door.
"OH MY GOD!" she gasped as she saw the strange sight that was before her in the room.
"Lydia, don't worry!" said Bob. She remained frozen at the door. "Come in and lock the door." he said soothingly.
She obeyed, her eyes glued on Cassie's naked, shamed body.
"Lydia, listen to me before you get all upset. I know that this looks really strange to you, but it isn't. You see, I'm teaching Cassie a well needed lesson. Everybody thinks that she needs to be taught something, even her father and Carole . In fact, I discussed this with E.J."
"You mean that he suggested that you do this to her?" said Lydia in a voice filled with shock and disbelief.
"Well, he didn't mention the particulars. But he did tell me that he thought spanking was a good idea."
"He did?"
"Yes. So I did it. And a few other things."
"Bob, I don't know! I think that it's too cruel!"
"Hasn't she been cruel."
"Well, sometimes, yes, but. . ."
"Then it's time for her to learn."
"Bob!"
"Lydia, relax. Just relax."
She seemed to notice, then, for the first time that Bob was stark naked. Her eyes fastened on his big dick, and her cheeks grew bright red.
His eyes followed hers.
"You like it?" he said shyly.
"Uh huh." she nodded.
His cock began to grow rigid under all the attention it was getting. Of course, Lydia noticed, and her cheeks deepened from red to scarlet.
"Lydia..."
His eyes were filled with longing and desire. "No, no, not here. . ." she said weakly, edging towards the door. "Why not?"
"Cassie is in here!" she said, and her gaze went to Cassie's naked, bound body. "It would be good for her."
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"Yes, but I don't know what you mean!"
"It would teach her a little humility, maybe. In fact, I think that it would do her a world of good to watch us!"
"Well..."
His hand crept up to her neck, and started to rub it gently. She closed her eyes, and submitted to the gentle caress.
His cock was rubbing her leg now, and it grew harder by the second.
"Lydia.. ." Bob breathed softly as he took her into his arms.
Cassie was now forced to watch them, both her lovers at one time, make love to each other, while she was helpless, bound and gagged only a few feet away from them. It was too much, and the tears came pouring from her eyes.
Bob fumbled with Lydia's clothes, and soon she was naked too, her magnificent body lush and ripe with passion.
He took big handfuls of her hair, and wrapped it around his wrists and his hands.
He rubbed his face in her neck, and moved to her full, swaying tits as she kissed his face and his hair.
He was sucking her tits, chewing on the rosy pink nipples as she pressed his face tightly into her ample chest, drawing him closer.
He could barely get a hand around each one of her huge globes, so full, so ripe, so ample were they.
He cradled them one at a time, fondling their white, curved surfaces as he glued his lips to the taut nipple.
He went from one to the other, giving each one his time and attention.
Lydia was on fire from the caresses, and she started to moan, a low sound that reminded Cassie of a nesting bird.
His mouth moved down her body, and his face stayed poised just above the glistening patch of her pubic wool.
"Let's both suck each other!" Bob suggested eagerly.
Cassie was forced to watch as they assumed a sixty-nine posture. Bob pulled Lydia's legs wide open, and grabbed on to the full cheeks of her ass so he could bury his face in her pink, gaping cunt.
She was using both her hands and mouth to do him, slicking up the whole dick with her spit, and then rubbing the shaft with a furious up and down motion while her tongue sucked greedily on the tip.
Cassie was in pain from the strange position she had been forced into by Bob, and the candle rammed up her ass was very uncomfortable.
But her emotional pain was far greater. They wanted to shame and humiliate her by making her watch their joy in one another's body, and she was being forced to witness it.
They were moaning in bliss now as they ate and slurped away at each other. Cassie grew horny as she saw Lydia's red, gleaming pussy being eaten and sucked. Bob had gotten the clit between his teeth, and was nibbling on it as she writhed around on the floor, her pleasure obvious.
She was sucking on his dick, drawing it deeper and deeper between her parted lips, and using her hands to stroke the fat, blood engorged balls.
"Lydia, baby, let's fuck!" Bob sighed.
"Oh yes!"
"Get on top of me, honey."
"OK!"
He stretched out on the floor, and watched with pleasure and admiration as the beautiful raven haired girl climbed on top of his excited body.
She sat down slowly.
"AH!" they gasped simultaneously as his steaming cock made the first blissful contact with her cunt.
"Feels so good going in!" she panted.
"It sure does!"
Once joined, she started rocking around and around, moving her hips in a slow, sensuous fashion.
Her big tits were sticking right in his face, and he was able to get the nipples into his mouth as she fucked him.
They were grinding away, and the sound of their passion filled Cassie with rage, and shame. She was so fucking horny! And she couldn't even use her own two hands to ease her hot cunt because they were bound!
She was forced to watch their mounting passion, and every sigh, every moan of delight tore through her again and again, making her position even more humiliating, and more painful.
Bob had cupped his hands around Lydia's ass, and was pulling her harder and harder on his throbbing dick.
She used her own fingers to part the slippery folds of her cunt, and to stroke and rub her aching clit.
"Oh yeah, baby do it! I love to watch you play with yourself!" he crooned, his eyes gleaming as she rubbed furiously.
Her hands beat out their rhythm faster and faster, and she increased the pace of her grinding and her thrusting too.
They were locked together. She gave him a wet kiss which resounded bitterly in Cassie'e ears. He was rubbing her tits, and then her clit, helping her along with her own frantic rubbing.
"MMMmmm, feels so good when you do it, Bob!" she said, head thrown back and hair spilling all over like a jet water fall.
One hand was on her tit, and the other was rubbing her clitoris.
"Feels so good to touch you, Lydia!" he answered her.
"I'm coming!" she whispered, her voice trembling from her passion.
"Yeah, come, baby, that's it!" he said, redoubling his efforts on her throbbing clit.
"AAAAHH!" she shrieked, her head bobbing up and down, her black hair whipping all over the place.
He grabbed her body tightly, and drew her to him.
"I'm gonna come now too, gonna come in your sweet pink cunt Lydia baby!"
"Yeah, yeah!" she muttered, in a passion dazed tone.
"Can you feel it?"
"Yes, yes, it's like a rock!"
"You make me so hot, baby!"
"Like steel!"
"That's it! OH GOD!" he screamed, and shot his come up into her.
They remained together for some time, her head resting on his sweaty chest, both of them breathing heavily.
Finally, they drew apart. When he removed his dick from her cunt, a rush of juices flowed from her body onto his stomach.
Without hesitating an instant, she leaned over, and her pink tongue was out and licking it up.
He then pushed her down, and cleaned out her pussy, drinking in her juices as if they were the finest wine.
After some time, they started to get up.
"Bob?"
"MMmm?"
"What about Cassie?"
They both turned to look at her. Her ass was still painfully clamped around the candle, and her arms and legs were still stretched and bound in their very uncomfortable pose.
Her face was red and flushed from shame and desire, and the tears glistened like diamonds on her cheeks.
Red welts glowed on her white ass.
Lydia's heart was melted.
"Let's untie her!" she begged.
"No!"
"Bob, enough is enough! She's learned her lesson, I'm sure! Now come on and help me!"
"Lydia, you and I are going to go upstairs and take a long, hot shower. We are going to leave Cassie here. When we are done, we will come downstairs again, and then, only then are we going to untie her. Do you understand me clearly?" he asked in a crisp, even tone of voice.
"Yes."
"Good. Now come on." Lydia shot a pitying look in Cassie's direction as she obediently followed Bob out of the room. He closed the door without once looking back.
Lydia and Bob were up in shower for long time.
Cassie heard the shouts and giggles as they soaped each other. She even heard some moaning, and some very heavy panting, which made her think that they were fucking in the shower. Her face burned all over again at the thought.
She had never been so humiliated in her whole life, not ever. But if they thought that this was going to break her spirit, they were wrong, dead wrong. When they let her go, and she knew that they would have to eventually, she would make then both very, very sorry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the next few days, Cassie was burning and seething with secret plots of revenge. She would take pictures of Lydia and Bob, and show them to her father. To his mother. She would publish them somewhere.
She would write them threatening notes. Poison pen letters. Leave dead birds and mice on Lydia's bed at night.
All of - these fantasies were not, of course, carried out. In fact, none of them were. But Cassie lived on them, they fed and nourished her for days and nights at a time.
Everyone noticed the change in her behavior, of course.
Everett and Carole, who didn't understand the cause, were dismayed and puzzled. They only saw her furious outbreaks of temper, her sullen moods, felt the lash of her nasty and sharp tongue. They sighed, and looked at each other when she would break a dish, or storm out of a room.
Lydia knew what was going on, and she tried to approach Cassie.
"Look, I know that it was cruel, but Cass, you've been awfully cruel to Bob!"
Cassie refused to speak to her, but one day, not soon after the incident in the den, Lydia found all of her things sitting in the hall in front of Cassie's door.
With a sigh, she brought them into another room, and began to put them away.
Along with Cassie's rage, there came a new feeling, and that was lust. It was not unconnected to her anger. She felt that all men were bastards, and couldn't be trusted. All that remained to do was to use them, and discard them when you were through.
She walked around like a cat in heat, thinking of sex all the time, and when she wasn't thinking about it, she was dreaming about it.
She went to the beach, in the hopes of meeting Arthur. She even bought a new bikini, a black one, that was even skimpier than anything she had worn before. It was cut so high in the front that in order to wear it, she was forced to shave off her pubic hair.
She did so, and was astonished at how sexy her bald pussy could be. The pink lips and clit were always in view, and they rubbed against her dresses and pants when she didn't wear panties in a most delightful way.
She showed up at the beach in this new suit, and everybody's eyes turned to watch her as she walked.
She went over to where Arthur usually sat. He wasn't there, but mere was a tall, muscular guy in his place who didn't look at all bad.
"Seen Arthur?"
"His dad had been pretty sick. He might be gone all this week." 'Too bad."
"Yeah." he said, and they both paused, Then, he spoke again.
"I'm replacing him right now. My name is Evan. What's yours?"
"Cassie. Cassie Marshal"
"You come around here much?"
"Uh huh."
"Your folks live around here or something."
"Yeah, they do."
She saw him looking her up and down, appraising her body. She did the same. He was tall and well formed, with thick curly hair, and a dark, thick moustache. She saw the bulge in his tight swim suit, and her eyes glowed.
"What time do you get off of work?" she asked in a low, intimate tone of voice.
"Five thirty," came the reply.
"Want to go for a walk or something?"
"Sure thing!"
"Good. Ill meet you here."
She felt his eyes burning holes in her skin as he gazed after her when she walked off.
He followed the two perfect cheeks of her ass in the tiny bikini until she was out of sight. Then, he looked at his watch. It was only three now. Shit. Over two hours to wait before he could see her again.
Cassie spent the usual day sunning and swimming. At twenty minutes past five, she headed back to the appointed place.
Evan was there, trying to look casual, but in reality, looking very nervous. He was a good looking guy, and he was used to attention from girls, but Cassie was very beautiful, and very, very bold. He had never met a girl who was so brazen before.
She came up to him slowly, and took his hand in hers. He quivered at the first touch of her fingers.
He couldn't believe how bold she was.
She reached up, on her toes, and kissed him.
His body tingled at the contact with her soft, sweet lips.
Then, she took his hand, and they started to walk along the shore.
They walked a long, long time, not saying too much. He was scared and excited at the same time. It was like a wet dream, having a beautiful woman come up and want to fuck him. And he was sure that this girl wanted to fuck him. Well, that was cool, because he wanted to fuck her too.
The sun started to go down, and the hot air cooled off a bit. The sky turned to a glowing rose, then amber, and finally violet.
"Let's go for a swim." she said, breaking the silence.
"OK."
They waded in slowly, letting the cool gray sea wash over them.
Cassie moved away from him a little, and to his surprise, took off the bra of her bathing suit, and tossed it to the shore.
Evan looked around saw that the beach was empty. He turned back to Cassie and devoted his full attention to her pretty, pink nipples, and her firm white tits.
He gulped when he saw her reach down and begin to caress them.
"You want to do it?" she said sweetly. He nodded dumbly.
"Then come over here, and give me your hands!"
He moved like a sleep walker, gliding through the unusually calm water until he was standing directly in front of her.
He paused, trembling a bit. This was all so strange.
She took his hands, and guided them to her lovely breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed as his hands ran over their white, white flesh.
Then, she opened her eyes, and gazed deeply into his.
"Feels good, huh?" she whispered.
"Very good." he answered in the same hushed tone of voice. He didn't know why he was whispering, but somehow, it just seemed like the right thing to do.
"Want to see the rest of me?"
"Very much."
"Come," she said, and took him by the hand, and led him to a shallow spot in the water.
She stripped off the rest of her bathing suit.
He took one look at her long, golden legs, and the contrast of her white flesh where the bikini had covered it, and his dick turned to steel.
She noticed his erection. 'Take that off." she said. She looked at it with hot, eager, lust filled eyes.
"Come over here." she said softly. He stood, unable to move. "Come here!"
He walked over slowly, more excited than he had ever been in his entire life.
She dropped to her knees, and kissed the tip of the huge dick. The boy's head lolled back in pleasure, and he pressed her face firmly to his throbbing groin.
She sucked on the fat tip, licking its curved surface, and teasing the tiny piss slit with her hot tongue.
He was shaking all over, and he was afraid that he was going to come right away.
She used her tongue to glide all over the surface of his long, blood engorged dick, and she would occasionally stop and use her teeth gently along the sides of it.
Her hands toyed with his balls, and soon, she had moved her face, and taken those in her mouth too, swirling them in her mouth like the beautiful, sensual fruits that they were.
Evan's eyes were closed, and he forgot where he was, who he was. He had a difficult time remembering that this was real, and not a dream. He kept his two strong, sun browned hands on Cassie's shoulders, and his breathing, hot and heavy, filled the empty shore.
She sucked with furious abandon., as if she drew the very essence she needed to live from his straight, burning rod. Her lips were like a suction pump.
He couldn't believe that her mouth was so large, and able to fit his dick in so easily. He loved the feeling of being deep in her throat, of being surrounded by the warm, pink walls of her oral chamber.
She sucked harder and faster, hands straying to the cheeks of his firm, young ass, and gently probing the asshole as she sucked.
"OOOOhhh, I'm gonna come, sugar! Gonna come in your mouth, yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he sighed, and shot a rush of boiling spunk down her throat."
He was quite amazed to see that she swallowed it with ease, and licked her lips when she was through.
He dropped down along side of her on the sand. She rolled over on her back and closed her eyes as his hands ran over her naked body.
He loved the way she felt under his fingers, the soft white breasts, the smooth flawless skin, even her shaved pussy.
He found her clit with ease, and took it between his two fingers, and started to rub it.
He knew that she liked it for he heard the sharp intake of breath that came as he touched the magic button.
The lips were pouting, and starting to part. He felt that she was wet, and he leaned over to kiss her tits.
She was salty, like the ocean.
He kissed his way down her body, lingering on her tits, and taking his time. She was moaning softly, and then louder and louder as his kissed longer, and the kisses became more searching, more passionate.
He sucked on her mouth and tongue until they were raw and sore.
"Lick my cunt!" she uttered.
He moved his face to obey.
His mouth kissed the pubic mound, and then his tongue began to tease the lips. He pushed her legs wide apart, so her thighs dripped over his shoulders, and her pink, soaked cunt was easy for him to see.
Taking the clit between his lips, he started to suck it, using his tongue to flick across it now and then.
"Oh my God!" she muttered, rolling around on the firmly packed sand.
He continued to suck her through several orgasms, each one more blinding and shattering than the one before.
His own dick grew hard again, and he finally moved his face away from her love-soaked pussy, and substituted his hard rod.
She was so wet that it slid in with no trouble at all, and she sighed as he penetrated her hot flesh.
Her cunt was warm, and embraced his dick tightly as a glove made from the finest leather.
He pinned her arms above her head, and covered her tits with bruising kisses. He. fucked her flaming twat so hard that she would be unable to piss without pain for days to come.
Her back was getting red and slightly raw from the sand, but it didn't matter. She was consumed by the big, throbbing penis that drove through her, and sent waves of hot, intense pleasure coursing through her veins.
When he came, he exploded, and the come spurted like shooting stars up into the innermost recesses of her cunt.
"OHH!" he screamed, and dug his nails into her body.
When it was over, he remained in her arms, panting heavily, and struggling for breath.
They went for a swim, letting the now cold water revive them.
He still felt shy talking to her, but he couldn't keep his hands off of her gorgeous body. He wanted to kiss, lick, bite, sniff and suck every part of her. She seemed flattered by the attention, and was more than willing to snuggle.
Finally, they put their swim suits back on their bodies.
He was shy, thinking that she would vanish like some shadow, or some spirit.
"Can I see you again?" he asked her, afraid to meet her eyes.
"Of course." -
"When?"
"I'm not sure."
"Oh."
'Take my number, OK."
"Great!" he said with a big grin. "Do you have a pen or a pencil and some paper?"
"No." he said, and his face fell.
"Well, do you think you can remember it?"
"Sure, sure!"
He walked her home, learning the way to her house by heart, and stood staring after her for a long time after she went in.
Everett happened to be glancing out the window, and saw the tall young man standing in front of the house.
"Is that a friend of yours, Cassie?" he asked.
"Where?"
"There." he said, pointing to Evan. "Where, Daddy? I don't see anybody."
"There!"
"Oh! That guy! Yes, he's friend of mine." she said, and went upstairs to put on some clothes, for the evening had grown cool.
Her father looked again at the anxious, intense face of the young man. He sighed, wondering what Cassie was doing to the poor fellow to make him have such a hopeless look on his young face.
Cassie still refused to speak to Lydia, and when Bob called her, she wouldn't speak to him, either.
Bob had a talk with Everett.
"It seems that she's worse than ever, sir."
'"Hmm."
"I really don't know what to do."
"She's been a terror at home.' "Has she?"
"Yes. And she won't speak to Lydia any more, either. I guess they must have had a fight or a quarrel of some kind. Do you know anything about it?"
"Well, I think that Cassie was a little jealous of Lydia."
"Oh! I see!"
Bob wished that he could tell Cassie's father the whole story, but he was afraid that the older man would kill him if he heard what he had done to his daughter.
Instead, Bob was silent. Something else would have to be done with Cassie. He wasn't sure what yet, but he would think of something. He realized that he still cared for her as much as he always had. He was furious with her, and the way she had teased him these past months, but he still found that her image haunted his days and nights.
Meanwhile, Cassie's bitchy moods were as erratic as ever. She would be cold as ice for days, not talking to anyone in the house. Then, she would blow up over nothing, and pull one of her door slamming, dish throwing scenes.
She found that her sexual desires became stronger and stronger, until she could think of little else.
She found that she wanted more and more sexual experiences, and she wanted them to be of a stranger, more bizarre nature.
She went to visit Evan on one his breaks at work.
He was delighted to see her.
"Cassie!"
"Hi Evan!"
"It's good to see you! I've been calling you, but you're never in it seems."
Actually, she had refused to answer several of his calls.
"Well, anyway, here I am to visit you!"
'That's great, just great!"
"I was wondering, Evan, what are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing! You want to get together?"
"Well, yes..."
"Is anything wrong?"
"I want you to bring a friend. In fact I'd like it if you could bring two."
"What?"
"Don't you have any friends that would like to meet me?"
"What are you talking about, Cassie?"
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about."
He was silent for a few minutes. He knew that this chick was crazy, but he didn't know exactly how crazy.
She saw his look, and read it in an instant.
'Think what you want. Either you show up with two friends who are hot and well hung, or our date is off."
He said nothing.
'Think it over. You know my number, and you can call me."
She turned and left without saying anthing else.
At that moment, another life guard walked into the hut just as Cassie walked out. His eyes followed her shapely body in the tiny, crimson bikini with lust and with admiration.
"Who's the chick?" he asked when she was gone.
"You like her?" asked Evan said.
"I sure do! Is she a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, yeah she is."
"You're a lucky guy!"
"You wanna meet her?"
"Are you kidding?'"
"No, I'm not."
"Well, just lead the way!"
"Are you sure? She's a very strange girl."
"I don't care what kind of girl she is. Any girl that comes in a package like that I want to meet!"
"Well, OK, but you had better sit down first, and let me tell you all about her!"
At eight o'clock that evening, a small car pulled up in front of the rambling old white house.
"You guys wait here. Ill go and ring the bell. If her old man sees the three of us, hell lock her away forever
Evan got out of the car,, slamming the door behind him. The two other life guards, Joey and Chuck, watched him as he walked up to the house and rang the bell.
Joey turned to Chuck.
"Hey man, I hope that this isn't some kind of sick joke or something, you know what I mean?" he said.
"No, this is for real!"
"And you saw the chick?"
"Yeah, I saw her today!"
"And she's not a dog or anything?"
"No, man, she is gorgeous. Tall, kind of dirty blonde hair, great legs, tits, wait until you see her!"
"This just better all be true!"
"Hey, relax!"
"OK, I just don't like to be made to look like a fool."
"Look, I'm telling you, it's all for real. Evan says that she wants to get it on with all three of us!"
"I don't know, man!"
"What's to know? Forget your head, man, it's your dick that you're gonna need tonight!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right!"
They waited for a few more minutes, and Joey switched on the radio.
Then, they heard the front door of the old house wheeze open, and Evan appeared with Cassie.
"Holy shit!" said Joey.
"Isn't she something?"
"Oh man, I must be dead, because this chick is heaven."
"She sure is."
"Here she comes."
"Move over, asshole."
"Who are you calling asshole, asshole?" Evan appeared at the door with Cassie.
"Cassie, this is Joey, and this is Chuck," he said, pointing to each of them as they sat in the back seat, trying not to look nervous, and failing completely.
"Nice to meet you," said Cassie in a calm, smooth tone.
She wore a fluid, clinging jersey gown with nothing underneath it. Every time she moved, you were aware of her pert, firm tits, with their nipples poking through, or the smooth cheeks of her firm ass.
The turquoise color made her skin and hair glow in the muted evening light.
She got in the car, and Evan got in behind the steering wheel, and they all drove off.
The guys were really silent, and nervous, while Cassie was completely calm and serene.
She looked out of the window, and changed the station on the radio. She was acting as if this were a normal date. It was in every way except for the fact that she would make it with three different guys, all in the same night.
Evan knew of a deserted strip of beach that was about twenty or thirty miles out.
He headed towards, his blood singing with fear and desire.
Soon, the houses thinned out, and then there were no houses at all. The night was cool and gentle, and the moon hung low in the sky, a fat glowing disk that spilled its silvery light down all around them.
When they reached their destination, Evan stopped the car. He waited for a minute before getting out.
"OK this is it."
They all got out.
No one said a word.
Without meaning to, the three boys moved close together, as if for support. Strange, for there were three of them, and only one woman, and yet clearly, she was the one in control.
Without a word, Cassie pulled off her gown, and stood before them, naked except for her sexy black pumps.
"Would any of you like to join me?" she said, in the same cool tone that she would have used if she were offering them a drink, or some cake.
The all hurried to get undressed, and then just stood there staring at her exquisite body in the pale, gleaming light of the moon.
She walked over to Evan, and reached up to kiss him on the lips. His dick got hard instantly, and the two others watched them kiss for a while.
Then, Cassie started to rub her ass crack, slipping a finger into the round cheeks.
Joey took the hint.
He came up behind her, and started to fondle her ass, his hands lovingly cupping the springy cheeks.
He knelt to kiss it, and soon, his tongue was in her ass, licking and sucking while Evan had his hands all over her waist, hips, tits and thighs.
Cassie's own two hands were not idle, but used to stroke on the magic wand of his huge dick.
Chuck was standing there watching the others. He was rubbing his dick, but for the first time, he was having trouble getting hard. He rubbed harder and faster, but it was no use.
Evan had moved his face down to Cassie's tits now, and was sucking upon the rosy pink nipples of her tits.
She motioned for Chuck to come over to her, and he did.
She started to kiss him, her mouth darting in and out of his, and she took his limp dick in her hands and started to rub it.
It did get a little hard, but not really, and it remained in its flaccid state. Chuck was puzzled and angry. He had seen this same chick tnai aiternoon on the beach, and his dick had sprung to attention.
Now, here she was, in his arms, and he couldn't do it. He moved away, hurt and confused.
Evan was working his way down to Cassie's pussy.
She got down on the sand, and parted her long, elegant legs so he could eat her split pussy.
Joey straddled her face, and she opened her ripe lips.
Soon, he was fucking that hole, ramming his dick in and out of her mouth while Evan was busy lapping at her cunt.
Her cries of pleasure were stifled by the dick that was plunging in and out of her sweet throat, but her whole body tensed -md quivered with delight.
She was writhing around, her hips moving wildly, so that Evan had to hold her down to eat her properly.
Her juices were raining down all over his. face, and he bit and sucked her bright red clit.
Meanwhile, her lovely mouth was providing a happy home for Joey's fat cock. He slid it in and out of her slick month, and she used her hot fingers to squeeze and pinch his hairy balls.
The spasms in her cunt told Evan that she was coming, and he continued to eat her with a fury that surprise him. He wanted her to come again and again and again, and his mouth was driving and relentless.
She sucked at the cock in her mouth with a new intensity now, and soon, it was pouring its creamy juices all the way down her throat.
"AAA!" screamed Joey as he came.
He rolled off of her, and Evan decided that the time had arrived when he should fuck that sweet twat, and so he got on top of her, and slid it in. She was soaked with the passion of several orgasms, and he slid his enormous, throbbing dick in to the hilt.
Joey watched with pleasure as Evan fucked her cunt with long, hard strokes of his powerful dick.
Chuck was still frustrated, and he came over to the wildly writhing couple on the sand.
He took one of Cassie's free hands and wrapped it around his dick.
She got the hint, and started to squeeze his meat, and to tickle his balls. It was no use. The dick was simply not going to rise.
They continued fucking, their groans filling the vast, empty space. Joey got hard again just watching them, and started to play with his own cock.
Cassie noticed what he was doing, and she had an idea.
She gave Evan a shove, and they both rolled over on their sides. Her ass was now exposed.
Joey came over, understanding what she was after, and started to tongue her asshole.
Evan took the cheeks in his hand, and spread them wide.
When her asshole was slick, he made an attempt to get it in. She strained, trying to help him.
"Wait a minute!" he said, and got up.
Going over to the car, he fumbled around in the glove compartment.
He returned to the couple, carrying a tube of tanning oil.
Slicking up Cassie's sweet hole with the fragrant coconut oil took only seconds, and then he was able to slip his dick into her anal chamber with no trouble at all.
"AAAHH!" she sighed as she felt the big dick enter her back door.
Now, she was being filled both front and back, and she was loving it. Two stiff dicks were pulsating inside of her body, filling her as she had never been filled before.
She needed only one more to make it complete.
"Chuck!" she called softly.
She wanted his dick between her lips.
He was sitting there and scowling, watching the others with a bitter, seething anger.
When he heard Cassie call his name, he was sure that she was mocking him. He wanted to kill all three of them.
Without a word, he went over to the gyrating bodies.
Cassie motioned for him to stick his dick in her mouth, but instead, he kicked her squarely in the jaw.
"AAAGH!" she screamed in pain, as the blood came rushing out.
"Hey, what the fuck. . ." said Joey.
Chuck made a motion as if he were going ot kick Cassie again. She screamed in terror.
Joey looked at Chuck's bitter, angry face. He pulled his dick out of Cassie and struggled to his feet. Before he could get up, Chuck had punched him in the stomach.
"You bastard! You planned this!" Chuck hissed.
"Chuck man, you're crazy! Look, I'm sorry you can't get it up and all but don't. . ." said Joey, but he broke off when Chuck raised his fist and socked him in the jaw.
Even pulled out of Cassie too, and stood up. He grabbed Chuck by the shoulders, and tried to pull him off of Joey, but Chuck was strong, and anger made him crazy. He kicked Evan in the balls, and while he was grabbing his crotch and screaming with the pain, Chuck attacked Cassie.
"It's all your fault, you filthy slut, you whore faced cunt!"
"Chuck, please.. ." she said, crying so hard she could barely finish her words.
"Shut up, bitch! One man isn't enough for you! Two men aren't enough for you! You have to have three, you filthy, greedy slut!"
He began to smack her, splitting her lip, and sending the blood spurting all over.
Joey had gotten to his feet, and tried to pry Chuck off of Cassie, who was screaming and sobbing as he hit her.
Chuck whirled around, and started punching Joey.
Cassie couldn't stop crying, and her loud piercing shrieks attracted the attention of a police car that happened to be passing by.
"Slow down, Sam." said one cop to the other.
Shining a high intensity flash light around, they hit upon the scene of the three teenagers..
"Jesus Christ! You had better stop the car! Some guys look like they are raping that chick!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What the fuck is going on here?" said the cop as he came upon the naked and struggling forms.
"Yeah, what is going on?" echoed the other cop.
They instantly calmed down, and stood there staring at the sandy ground. Only Cassie was making any noise, She was unable to stop the tears from coming, and her sobs were the only sound in the dark place.
No one answered the questions put to them by the policeman.
"I think they had all better come down to the station."
"I think that you're right, Sam."
They silently dressed, and the four of them went down to the police station were they were held for questioning.
The police assumed that Cassie was being raped. But when the story came out, they were all shocked.
Chuck was the one who spoke.
"It's all her fault, that little whore! She conned me and my buddies into going out with her tonight! She wanted to fuck all three of us!"
"Is that true, Miss?" the officer asked Cassie.
She -said nothing.
"What are your names?"
At first no one spoke, but finally Chuck told them everybody's name.
"Marshal, Marshal," said the officer.
'That name sounds very familiar." added another cop.
"Yeah, he's a big shot with some corporation, isn't he? Lives in that huge old place?"
"Yeah, that's him alright! Get him on the phone, would you?"
Everett was at home with Bob when the phone rang. Carole and Lydia were out at a movie, and the two men were spending some time together alone. In fact, they had been discussing Cassie.
"Mr. Marshal?"
"Yes?"
"This is the chief of police, sir."
"Yes?" he said, growing alarmed. He prayed that Carole or Cassie or Lydia weren't hurt. "It's you daughter, sir."
"My daughter?"
"Yes. There's been some trouble."
"Is she all right?"
"Yes, but we think you had better come down here anyway, sir."
"What's happened?"
"It would be better if you could come here."
"Ill be right there." he said, and put down the phone.
Bob took one look at his white face.
"What is it?" he said in alarm.
There was a pause.
"Cassie."
"Is she hurt?"
"I don't think so, but she's at the police station, I had better go and get her."
"Let me come."
"Yes, that's a good idea."
They drove in silence, and parked the car in front of the station.
Hopping out, they quickly trotted up the steps.
Cassie was waiting for them, a little calmer by this time, but still very upset. Cassie!" her father cared. "Mr. Marshal?" said the officer. "Yes!"
"I'd like to see you for a moment, if I could."
"Of course, of course!"
The officer spent about thirty minutes with Everett. At first, he simply couldn't believe the information that the police chief was reporting to him, but gradually, he came to accept. A grim expression settled on his face.
"I'm very sorry to have to tell you all of this, Mr. Marshal. Maybe the girl's mother could have a talk with her."
"Her mother is dead."
"I'm sorry."
"But this is my fault."
"Sir?"
"I've always given in to her demands, indulged her, spoiled her. . ." he said. "I'm sorry, sir."
"That's all right, quite all right. . .things will just have to change a bit, that's all."
He got up, and got Cassie. Under the circumstances, everybody thought it best not to press charges.
The three boys were released, and Cassie went home with her father and Bob.
They were all silent in the car driving back.
When they arrived at the house, Cassie went up to her room without a word. Bob followed Everett into the den.
Everett poured the drinks, and they sat on the sofa. He told the whole story to Bob. He was very upset, and needed to unburden himself to somebody.
"I just don't know what to do, Bob! I really don't"
Bob was silent.
Just then, Cassie appeared at the door. She was still wearing the gown she had been wearing earlier in the evening, and both her father and Bob could see her stiff nipples through the thin, clinging fabric of the dress.
She said nothing, but walked over to the bar to get a drink.
"What are you doing?" he father snapped.
"I need a drink!" she said calmly, looking at him with a cool stare.
"Is that all you can say?" her father choked out.
"What do you want me to say?"
'That you're sorry, that you won't do this kind of thing again.. " he said, his voice breaking with emotion.
Cassie said nothing, only looked at him with icy blue eyes.
"How can you just stand there and say nothing? After all I've done for you! Given you everything, you selfish little bitch! Money, clothes, vacations, a car, you wanted it, and I gave it to you! And this is how you repay me! This is how you thank me, you filthy slut!" he screamed, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Would you please lower your voice? My head is killing me." she said in the same detached manner.
"Your head is killing you is it? Ill show you what it is to have your head really kill you!" he screamed, and smacked her across the face, so that for the second time that evening, her lip split, and squirted her clear red blood all over.
Her hand flew to her mouth, and she tried to bolt.
"Hold her!" Everett screamed to Bob.
Bob grabbed Cassie, and pinned her arms behind her back. Everett came towards her with his fist raised.
"No, no!" she screamed, straggling vainly to break loose.
"I should have done this long ago!" he growled.
He slapped her violently across the face, splitting her top lip. Tears jumped to her eyes, but she didn't cry out this time.
He kept hitting her, enraged by her silence.
"You have no heart! No soul! You are made from stone, you filthy bitch! You dirty whore, look at you!" he said, and his eyes traveled up and down her body in the sexy, clinging dress.
"Get that off!" he screamed, and ripped it from her body.
She stood naked and brazen before him, her eyes coldly daring him to strike her again, this time on her naked, vulnerable body.
Had she screamed and cried, and begged him for mercy, he probably would have calmed down a lot faster. But her silence, and her cool, scornful stare just enraged him, and he confined to strike her in the face.
Then, he roughly grabbed her from Bob's grasp, and pulled her down over his knees.
"Give me your belt, Bob!" he said.
Bob unbuckled the thick leather belt that he was wearing, and without a word, handed it to the older man who was seated on the couch.
Everett doubled it up, and raised his arm. Then, with a cold, stinging intensity, he brought down the cruel instrument on Cassie's soft white ass.
A bright red mark instantly appeared. It was followed by another, and another, and another.
Bob watched the scene in silence, trying to ignore the fact that the beautiful bitch, helpless and beaten, was turning his prick into stone.
She didn't struggle or weep, she just endured her punishment with a cold, haughty stare.
Over and over again Everett spanked her, until her entire ass was covered with the glowing red marks.
Finally, he shoved her to the floor in disgust.
He looked at her impassive face.
"I'll give you something that will get a reaction from you!" he hissed.
He started to unzip his pants.
Bob watched, and his mouth dropped open.
"You too, boy!" he said.
"W-w-what?" Bob stammered.
"You heard me right! The little tramp wanted three men, the police told me. Well, we can give her two, can't we?"
"Sir?" the boy said in a confused tone.
"Drop your pants, boy!" he barked.
Everett unzipped his own, and his hard, red dick sprang out.
He pulled off the rest of his clothes with haste. Bob watched him, and then he too stripped off all of his clothing. His dick, like Everett's was already stiff.
Everett pulled Cassie up to her feet, yanking her arms sharply.
"Get up, you stinking cunt!"
Cassie still said nothing as her father roughly dragged her up. When she didn't move fast enough, he yanked her by the hair, tearing some of the silky threads loose in his fingers.
"Get over here!"
He threw her violently on the couch, her legs open.
"Look at her! She's already spreading her legs, the little whore!" he snarled.
Propping her head up on the arm of the sofa, he got down as if he were going to mount her. His dick was in his hand, and he was rubbing it.
"No, wait a minute. . ." he said.
He got up, and pulled Cassie by the arm so that she was once again on the floor.
"On your knees! That's it! Now, suck my dick, you filthy little bitch! Go ahead and suck your father's big red dick!"
She didn't move, but her face settled into a an expression of bitter loathing.
He grabbed a shoe from the floor and brought it up as if to strike her.
"Ill make you so ugly that no man will ever want you again!"
Cassie closed her eyes, and opened her lips. She took her father's cock in her hand, and started to suck it in a very mechanical way.
His hands were gripped tightly on her head, and his whole body was arched, leaning into her mouth.
"That's right, bitch! And the balls too!"
Bob couldn't believe it. He knew that it was crazy, but he was getting hot watching the scene between Cassie and her father.
He rubbed his own dick with his hands as he watched them.
'There's more room here, boy!"
"Sir?" Bob said, and his eyes flew open.
"You can fuck her ass while she sucks me off!"
Bob just stood there, feeling a little foolish with his big erection in his hand.
"Go ahead! That's what she wants, isn't it?"
Bob got down on his knees.
'That's right, open those cheeks up! How many men have fucked you tonight, Cassie? Will two more make a difference? How about five? Or five hundred? Should I call all of my friends to come over so that they can fuck my whorish little daughter?" he said, laughing a cruel, sadistic laugh.
Bob inserted two fingers into Cassie's asshole, and started to grease it up with some of- the juice from her pussy.
Soon, she was wet and ready, and he was able to shove the tip of his cock, dripping with pre-come, up her ass.
He grabbed her around the waist, and began to push.
Her lips were still fastened around her father's tool, and she continued to suck him.
Bob shoved and pushed, and soon he had driven his big cock deep into her ass.
He squeezed her waist, and rubbed his body sensuously against hers.
Cassie was like a robot. Not a flicker of feeling or emotion crossed her face. She performed her task as if it made not the slightest bit of difference to her what she did.
But Bob got a glimpse of her eyes, and saw the fierce hatred that burned in them.
He was ramming his dick in and out of her ass, and his teeth were biting her shoulders. He reached around to grab her tits and pinch them.
Everett was swaying and moaning on his feet.
The sight of the attractive man being sucked off by his own daughter made Bob so hot that he bucked away in a mad frenzy, and soon shot a load of steaming jism into Cassie's asshole.
Everett opened his eyes.
"Yes, that's it son! Come in her, come all over her!"
Bob pulled out, and the juices dribbled down the crack of Cassie's ass.
Abruptly, Everett pulled his dick from her mouth. His hand went to her ass, and he drenched it with the juices that were still dripping.
He rubbed her face in them, smearing it all over her cheeks and chin.
'There, slut, see how you like a man's juice now!"
Then, he kicked her again, so that she fell to the floor.
"Open your legs!"
She clamped them shut.
Bob pulled one, and Everett pulled the other. They were soon pried apart.
Everett got down between her legs, and held up his dick.
"You have a nice mouth, Cassie! Now I want to see if your cunt is as nice as your mouth!"
He took the big rod, and placed it at the entrance to her cunt. One great shove was all that he needed.
Bob watched as Everett pinned Cassie's arms to the floor and fucked her pussy with wild abandon.
Bob was amazed to feel his own cock get big again as he watched the hot scene between father and daughter.
Everett noticed the boy's big schlong.
"Do it here! In her face!" he ordered.
Bob walked over, and dropped to his knees so that his tool was inches away from Cassie's face.
He couldn't bear to look in her eyes, so he closed his own. He played with his stiff cock, rubbing and pulling on it.
He could hear the sounds of Everett's passion as he fucked his daughter's pussy.
Everett was completely carried by his rage, and by his lust. He grabbed Cassie by the head, and with every fierce stroke of his dick, he slammed her head against the floor.
Harder and harder he thrust, driving his big tool right through her body. He hadn't had such a good fuck in years.
He felt the come boiling and churning inside of his body.
"I'm going to come, Cassie! I'm going to come in your filthy little twat, do you hear me? Your father is coming, coming, COMING!" he screamed, as he jerked and shuddered, sending his hot spunk up into her.
Bob saw that, and he went wild. His hand jerked and tugged at his own flaming spear, and within seconds, he was shooting his thick white come all over Cassie's face.
They both drew away from her.
Everret was shaking, and he rolled over on the floor. Then, he got up, and left the room.
Bob looked at Cassie, and then looked away.
He took his clothes from where they had been scattered on the floor, and dressed quickly. Not looking at her, he slipped out of the room, and out the front door.
Cassie remained on the floor, without moving. She was stunned by the events of the day, and was unable to do a single thing.
She remained there a long time. After a while, her mind began to unthaw. She began to realize, slowly at first, how much she had hurt people, people who loved her, like her father, Bob, Carole and even Lydia. That she had really driven him mad. She winced to think of all the ways she had abused him, and taken advantage of him. She had even driven him to this.
Finally, she went upstairs, and got into a hot tub.
She went to bed early, before Lydia and Carole got home. Everett didn't see her again that night.
The next morning, he was roused from his sleep by a knock on the door. "Yes?"
"Daddy, it's me, Cassie."
"Come in!" he said, as he pulled the covers up, and sat up in bed.
"Good morning!" she said sunnily.
"Good morning." he said, rather uncertainly.
Carole was asleep beside him, but she opened her eyes now too.
"Good morning, Carole!" said Cassie.
"Good morning." said Carole, who was as confused as Everett.
Then Everett realized that she was carrying a tray.
"I've made you breakfast in bed!" she announced.
"How nice!" said Everett, more and more confused every minute.
She had made a lovely breakfast of French toast, freshly squeezed orange juice, bacon, rolls and hot coffee. She had even brought the paper with her, and arranged a little bud in a vase on the tray.
Then, she left them to enjoy themselves.
"What do you think that's all about?" wondered Ev aloud.
"I don't know, but let's pray that it lasts!"
It did. Cassie, it seemed, was a different person. She made up with Lydia, and the two were great friends once more.
She was sweet, kind, considerate and cheerful.
Everett and Carole waited for it to break, for the peace to end, but iy didn't.
She was no longer moody and sulky, but instead was open hearted and good tempered all of the time.
She even made up with Bob.
At first, he didn't want to see her. but after several phone calls, he gave in and came over.
"Look, Cassie, about that time with your dad.. ." he began.
"Bob, that's not why I called you."
"It isn't?"
"No!"
'Then what's on your mind."
"I want to apologize."
"You want to apologize."
"Yes!"
"What do you mean?"
"For the way I've treated you, tormented you, abused you. I know I've been very cruel and thoughtless, and I'm sorry."
"Cassie, I. .."
"I am truly sorry. Can you believe that?"
"Yes, I can."
"Good."
"Cassie, I just don't know what to say..."
"Say that you still want to go out with me, that you'll give me another chance!"
"Cassie!" he said, and pulled her into his arms for a long, hot kiss. His hands went to her tits, and started to rub them.
"I've missed you!" he murmured.
She reached down to fondle his stiff dick.
"And I've missed you!"
The rest of the summer passed in this easy, happy fashion.
Plans for the wedding went ahead, and it was set for the third of September.
The house was busy with the preparations for the wedding, and the departure of the two girls for school.
Lydia was going back to boarding school, and Cassie was returning to college.
And Ev and Carole were going to Europe for three weeks after they got married.
In the midst of all of this, there hadn't been too much time for any serious conversation between Cassie and her father.
He wanted to talk to her, for he knew that she would go off to school, and he might not see her for months.
He sought an opportunity, but none arose.
The night before the wedding was a hectic one.
There were last minute changes of plans, dresses that need to be tried on again and again, endless phone calls.
It was after two when everyone finally settled down.
Ev had been up with Carole, fucking her sweet twat into ecstasy before she drifted off to sleep. He looked down at her sleeping face, and smiled. He ran a hand over one of her full, soft tits, and she grasped it to her in her sleep.
He got up, somehow feeling too keyed up to sleep.
He went downstairs to the kitchen to have something to eat.
The light was already on, and he padded into the room, wondering who else in the house was having trouble sleeping tonight.
It was Cassie.
She was seated at the kitchen table, drinking a tall glass of milk, and eating a cookie.
There was a book in one had, and she put it down.
"Hello, Daddy," she smiled. "Hello, honey." he said, and getting a glass, sat down to join her. "Good book."
"Very."
"What is it?"
"Oh, just a romantic novel."
"Looking forward to school."
"Uh huh!"
"Good, good!" he said.
They were quiet for a few minutes, drinking their milk, and munching on the sweet, buttery cookies.
"Cassie?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"There's something I wanted to say to you."
"Yes?"
"It's not easy." He paused again.
"It's about that night, isn't it Daddy?"
"Yes."
He put his face in his hands for a moment. "Look, Cassie, I'm sorry about that. . ."
"Don't be. I'm the one who is sorry."
"You."
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"Sorry for being such a spoiled, nasty bitch. Sorry for taking advantage of you, for being cruel. I only got what I deserved."
"Cassie, I. . ."
"No, let me finish. I've been wanting to say this to you for some time now. You see, I've really changed."
"Yes, I can tell."
"And I think it was that night that changed me."
"Really?'
"Yes. I could see for the first time how I had provoked you, how I had made it necessary for you to be cruel to me, to teach me a lesson. And I learned it."
"I can see that."
"And everything has changed, everything is better. Between me and Bob. Me and Lydia, me and Carole. And me and you." she said, and she kissed him.
"I love you Cassie."
"And I love you, too."
"You know that I only want what's good for you."
"I know."
"And I wish the best for you."
"I know that too."
He kissed her again, taking her in his arms.
Carole came downstairs, into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" he said to her.
"Oh, I don't know, I just couldn't sleep. Jittery, I guess." she said, sitting down at the table and taking a sip of Everett's milk, and a cookie.
"Carole," said Cassie.
"Yes?"
"I owe you an apology."
"You don't."
"Yes I do."
"Really Cassie, I don't have any bad feeling for you."
"I believe you, but I need to say this anyway. I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you when you first came here. I guess I was just jealous and all, but I really do love you now."
"And I love you."
"And I'm glad that you are marrying my father, and that we'll all be a family again."
"Me too!" she said, and they hugged.
The only one missing was Lydia, and she appeared in the door.
"Is this a party?"
"Sort of!" they chimed. "Well, am I invited?"
"Of course, of course! Sit down, and have some milk and cookies!"
They all sat there, eating and laughing and talking. When the clock struck four, they went to sleep, for tomorrow promised to be an eventful day.
Carole and Everett crawled back into bed.
They were both in a very good mood
Tomorrow, after all, they would be married, and the day after that they would be in Europe, drinking in all that rich, European culture.
Ev was just drifting off to sleep, when Carole nudged him. "Honey?".
"I was wondering something."
"Yes?"
"What do you think happened to Cassie?"
"What do you mean?" said Ev, a little nervously. He sat up in bed and looked at her.
"What do you mean, Carole?" he asked again, fully awake now.
"Well, she seemed to do such an about face. I mean, she used to be, well, such a bitch, and all of a sudden, she turned into the sweetest, most considerate girl in the world. I wonder what came over her."
"Carole, sometimes in life it's best not to ask too many questions about these things."
"I know, but still, I wonder what could make her change so much. It's as if she suddenly realized the error of her ways and. . .hey, hey, what are you doing?" she squealed, as she felt Everett's hand creeping under the covers towards her.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he said, his hand reaching over to cup the juicy fullness of her tits.
"But it's so late!" she wailed.
"Never too late for this!" he said, and stopped all further protests by kissing her on the parted lips. When he had stuck his hand between her legs and stroked her cunt until she grew moist and creamy, she was no longer in the mood to protest, anyway.
In another end of the big house, Cassie and Lydia were snuggled up together.
Lydia was wondering pretty much the same thing as Carole, but she could be more direct and ask Cassie herself.
"Cassie?" she began.
"Yes, Lydia?"
"Now I don't want you to get mad."
"Mad about what?"
"About what I'm going to say to you." she said in a serious tone of voice. "I promise. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. But I was just wondering. . .what made you change so much? And so suddenly."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, after what happened between Bob and me, you weren't speaking me, nor to him. Then, all of a sudden, we're the best of friends again, and you're seeing Bob. I don't get it. I've tried to pump him for some information, but he's as tight as a clam. Come on now, what happened?"
"Lydia, sometimes it's best not ask too many questions in this life!" said Cassie, not knowing that her father had used those same words only moments ago.
"But Cass," Lydia started to say.
Cassie leaned over to give her new step sister a long and passionate kiss on the lips.
She reached under the blanket, and began to fondle the big tits and sweet pink nipples that she knew so well.
"Oh God!" breathed Lydia.
"You were saying?" said Cassie with a little smile.
"Nothing, nothing. . .only, suck my pussy, Cassie!"
So Cassie got down on her knees, and spread Lydia's legs wide. Putting her face between the other girl's white limbs, she licked and bit her cunt until Lydia forgot all about their present conversation.
