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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 29 (M/F) (368 lines)
January 22, 1998

This is about the 38th section.  Although this is substantially more tame than
many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 29

Susan had just come home from the very first date of her life with Will
Stockdale.  After closing the front door she just leaned back against it.
"How was your evening, Sue?" Kathy asked.  "Did you have a good time?"

"Spectacular!  The dinner was wonderful.  And Will was so nice!  Mom, I don't
think the people at the restaurant realized I was only sixteen.  Do I look
older?"

"Honey, you look magnificent!  You have no trouble holding up that strapless
dress, even though you aren't quite filled out.  Susan, honestly, your 'not
quite filled out' is better than most women who have.  You're a beautiful
girl.  What did Will think?"

Susan had worn a white strapless cocktail dress with white pumps and a single
strand of pearls.  With her flawless skin and tan coupled with her blue eyes
and golden hair, she was exquisite.  Susan giggled at the memory.  "He just
gaped, Mother.  He said I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen except
maybe for you.  We had dinner, we danced and then he took me home.  Mom, he
kissed me."

"How was it, Honey?  Did you like it?"

"Mother, I just melted!"

"Then what did you do?"

"I asked him to please stop.  And Mom...  I asked him to please be strong
enough for both of us, because I wasn't in condition to say no again.  He
stopped, and gave me the most tender kiss.  I thanked him for a wonderful
evening and for being strong enough for both of us.  Was that all right?"

"That was fine, dear.  Will is a real gentleman, and I think you said the
perfect thing.  What did he say?"

"He said he couldn't believe I was only in high school.  He said I was a
'woman growed.'  He said it was the best evening he's ever spent with a girl,
and hopes he can see me again, sometime."  Her expression changed as she
added, "Mom, Dad gets home tomorrow.  Do you think he'll be disap pointed or
angry or anything?"

"Absolutely not, sweetheart!  He'll love you as I do, probably more.  There's
just one thing I've been meaning to tell you.  Honey, your dad and I are...
uninhibited in our lovemaking.  Sue, I doubt if there's a square inch of this
apartment your father hasn't taken me on.  Once I was peeling carrots at the
sink and he came in, picked me up by the legs and entered me from the rear
while I kept trying to peel the damned carrot.  Usually, we never wear clothes
at home.  I don't know what to do about that now.  But Sue, do me a favor?  As
long as your father's home, please call before you bring any friends home?  I
know it won't embarrass us or you, but it would sure embarrass your friends.
Agreed?"

"Agreed.  Mom, what time is the ship due to arrive?  Can I come down to meet
her?  Please!"

"Of course!  Now, what should you wear?

	* * *

Susan and Kathy were watching as the Evans was nudged alongside the pier by
tugs.  Mooring lines were made fast and then they saw sailors running along
the deck getting ready to go ashore.  Kathy thought she saw Ken on the bridge
and waved.  It was a beautifully warm day in early October.  She and Susan
were both wearing dresses in the blue that matched their eyes.  It was a color
that Ken loved on her.  They continued to wait with Kathy unable to control
her impatience.  Finally, the brows were made fast, liberty was called, and
men started running down the gangways to get ashore.  The area was filled with
families and loved ones there to meet them on their return.

Finally, Kathy saw Ken and ran to him.  He dropped his bags, gathered her into
his arms and hugged.  He could feel her tears on his cheek.  Finally, he eased
her away far enough to take her in his arms in an endless kiss.  With their
arms around one another they walked over to the car where Susan was waiting
fearfully.  When he was still about fifty feet away, he looked at Susan and
then down at Kathy.  "Honey, would you excuse me for a second while I greet
our daughter?"

Ken sprinted the last few feet, grabbed Susan around the waist and lifted her
high in the air.  Like her mother, Susan was weightless in his arms.  He set
her down, embraced her and kissed her lovingly.  Then he just held her tightly
in his arms until he heard her sobbing.  Stepping away, he held her at arms
length and saw that tears were rolling down the girl's cheeks.

"What's wrong, Susan?  What did I do?  Did I hurt you?"  His concern was
evident in his voice.  Susan just shook her head from side to side, then
rushed back into his arms and held him close.  He held her and stroked her
hair the way he did with Kathy who was standing close by, saying nothing.
Finally the sobbing died away and the tears stopped, but still she held him
tightly.

At last, she pushed away and looked into his eyes.  A brilliant smile started
to form and she said, "Hello, Dad!  Welcome home!  I'm your daughter, Susan."
She grabbed him and gave him a huge kiss.

He eased her away and gave her a big grin while winking at Kathy.  "Ease up,
Honey.  You'll make your mother jealous!"  He then took Kathy in one arm and
Susan in the other and tried to kiss them both at once.

When they were back in the apartment, as soon as the elevator door closed
Susan disappeared into her room leaving them alone together.  Kathy stripped
off her dress and was nude except for her pearls and her pumps.  As he was
taking off his tie and shirt, Kathy was on her knees working on his belt and
pants.  She let them drop, along with his shorts revealing his sex.  She
caressed his balls, kissed his magnificent weapon and was rewarded with a drop
of juice.

"Ken, darling, I missed you so much!  My cunt aches for you!  Please, Darling.
Put it in now!"  She lay on her back and lifted her hips to make his entry as
easy as possible.  He had shed all his clothes now, and quickly entered her
warm grotto.  Almost immediately he could feel her pelvis start to take on a
life of its own as it jerked spasmodically in her first orgasm.  It triggered
his orgasm, but barely slowed him down.  For what seemed like hours, they made
love together on the floor.  Finally, they got up and went to the bedroom
where their lovemaking continued.  At last they paused and just lay in each
others arms, softly kissing any part of the other within range.

Kathy was just looking lovingly at Ken, when, following a knock on the door,
Susan came in carrying a large tray.  She put it on the dresser and quickly
left again to return with a bottle of Dom Pérignon and two glasses.  The tray
also held a full kilo of beluga caviar in a bowl of ice surrounded with all
the trimmings: the finely chopped onion, chopped egg whites, chopped egg
yolks, and toast.  "Welcome home, Dad.  With the exercise you and Mom have
been getting, I thought you might need something to eat.  I'll pour the
champagne."  Ken looked at Kathy who nodded.

"Susan, where's your glass?  Aren't you going to have a drink with us?"

"Please, Susan?" Kathy urged.

She went for another glass and was back in a wink.  She poured a glass for
herself and sat in a chair in the corner.  Meanwhile, Kathy's hand was
exploring under the covers.  It found Ken's cock which hardened instantly at
her touch causing the bed covers to rapidly tent because of the pressure.  He
felt his wife's hairless mound and gently ran a finger up and down her slit.
Then he rolled over and found that her legs were already spread wide to
welcome him.  This time was as gentle as the previous ones had been violent.
Their initial passions had been satiated so Ken entered her and nearly
withdrew as he moved in her with long strokes.  As he moved he could feel the
walls of her vagina constricting like tender lubricated hands on his sex as it
went in and out in slowly accelerating tempo.  By this time they had forgotten
the girl sitting silently in the corner.  Kathy could feel herself rising to a
peak.  She had already had several small orgasms with each more powerful than
the one before.  She could hear the passionate sounds she was making as if
they were coming from someone else.  Finally, they reached their peak together
and she erupted like a volcano.  Kathy lost consciousness at her peak in a
sensory overload.  When her eyes opened, she was looking into Ken's face.
Then she realized with a start that Susan was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Mom, I only hope that will happen to me someday.  While you were out, I was
telling Dad about me... about what I had to do.  Now I know the difference
between lovemaking and fucking.  It was so beautiful!"

Kathy sat up in bed with the covers falling to her waist.  Ken pulled her up
so she was resting beside him against the headboard of the bed.  "Susan, why
don't you bring that luscious caviar and put it on the bed.  Let's all pig
out!"

The family sat on the bed, two in and one on, eating caviar and drinking
champagne.  When the caviar had disappeared, Susan removed the tray and went
to the kitchen to start preparing dinner while they went back to their
lovemaking.  Later, Susan returned to the bedroom.  "Mom and Dad," she
announced, "dinner's ready, but would you do me a great favor, please?"

"Of course, Honey," Ken replied, "What is it?"

"Dad, Mom says you almost never wear clothes in the apartment.  That's true,
isn't it?"  Ken reddened slightly but said it was true.  "Well, Mom and I
don't either when you're not here... and... and... you're not dressed now.
And I used to work in a whorehouse, too.  Daddy, all kinds of creeps used to
handle me.  I can see how you and Mom adore each other.  Well, instead of you
two getting dressed, could I take off my clothes instead?"

He looked at Kathy who was busy studying a spot on the blanket.  He just
stared at her, and she could feel it.  "I love you, darling," she whispered.
"It's what happens when your lovely new daughter is 'born' at the age of
sixteen!  Honey, she's absolutely gorgeous, and I think she's being very
honest.  She *was* forced to caress men while they were plugging girls much
younger and smaller than she was.  She's still a virgin, but she's the most
sexually experienced virgin alive!  I'm just happy about one thing.  I have no
pubic hair, while she does.  It's a good way to tell us apart.  And Honey, in
a year or so, it may be the only way!  Whatever you decide is what we'll do,
but my vote is to let her."

He took his wife in his arms and softly kissed her lips.  Again, he could feel
her melt.  He called out, "Okay, Susan.  We'll see how it goes."  Then softly
to his wife, "Are you ready for dinner?  What are we eating?"

Kathy looked at him quizzically.  "I honestly don't have the faintest idea.
Sweetheart, I hope you ate well aboard Evans, because this is going to be a
sixteen-year-old's idea of haute cuisine.  It could be pizza, hamburgers,
potato chips, or all of the above.  You can't believe how excited she's been,
or how desperately she wants you to like her.  I guess you know by now that
she's madly in love with her father?"

"You're serious, aren't you, Kathy?  She's really afraid I might not like her?
My God, she is a living, breathing doll!  She's your twin sister about ten
years younger, but there is no such thing.  My God, I adore you and she's a
younger replica.  Incidentally, what do my mom and dad think about their
granddaughter?"

"Honey, Susan just cried.  She was so happy, and they love her so much.  But
let's move.  Our pizza burgers are going to get cold!"  She hopped out of bed,
followed by Ken, and went into the dining area.  Susan was standing at the
table, as if she were ready to be inspected by her father.  He just looked at
her and then looked at Kathy.

"My God, you're right.  Susan, don't you dare do anything to your pubic hair.
It *is* the only way I'll be able to tell you and your mother apart!"  He ran
his right hand up Kathy's flat belly, and could feel her muscles ripple as his
finger tips moved across it.

She whispered in his ear, "Just wait!  I promised myself I was going to drain
your balls dry in less than forty-eight hours.  I sure hope you got plenty of
sleep!"  She grinned at him as he gave her a light spank on her tight little
ass.

"What's for dinner, Sue?" Ken asked.

"Just sit down, please, parents.  This is mine, and I'll do it all.  Mom and
Dad, I know I'm only sixteen but... but could I have wine, too?  Just this
once because Dad just got home?  And he's meeting me for the first time.
Please?"

"Susan Stark, am I being conned?" Ken asked with mock severity.  "I think I
see your glass already on the table, so I guess so."  Kathy hadn't said
anything, but she squeezed his hand and winked at him as soon as Susan's back
was turned.

Susan brought out the first course, carefully serving her mother first, then
her father.  She brought out her own plate, and sat down.  She had made a
magnificent lump crab meat cocktail, flanked with Chincotegue oysters served
with a marvelous cocktail sauce she had created.  Ken looked across the table
at Kathy, then at Susan and started to laugh.  Both girls looked at him,
wondering what was happening.

"You should see yourselves.  Here a sailor comes home after six months of not
seeing a woman.  Then he sits down to dinner and what does he see?  Two of the
most magnificent pairs of tits in the world, with their nipples staring at
him.  Is that fair?"

Kathy just grinned, and Susan looked down at her chest.  "Do you really like
my tits, Dad?  Mine aren't quite as full as Mom's yet, but they're getting
there.  I waited dinner so you could get the edge off your sexual appetite.  I
know Mom's cum at least a dozen times already.  But I hope you enjoy the
dinner."

Ken looked at her and smiled.  "I'm teasing you, Honey.  Would you like me to
pour the wine?"

Susan jumped up like she'd been shot.  "Oh, good heavens!  After getting
permission, and everything, I forgot to pour it!"

Moments later she was back with Kathy's best and favorite Chablis.  She poured
a tiny bit in Ken's glass and waited for him to taste it.  He nodded, and she
filled Kathy's glass, then filled Ken's and finally poured some for herself.

Kathy offered a toast, "Welcome home, darling!"  She and Susan drank and Ken
acknowledged it.  Then, with a whoop Susan went back to the kitchen.

The couple sipped their wine as they waited.  Ken smiled at Kathy and said,
"Pizzaburgers?  Maybe I've been away too long, but this isn't starting off as
a fast-food special."

Kathy returned the smile with a brilliant one of her own and said, "Darling,
please don't laugh.  Whatever happens, don't laugh.  It would absolutely
destroy her."

Susan reappeared with salads.  Ken tried his and savored it.  "Susan, what is
this dressing?  I don't think I've ever tasted anything quite like it."

The girl looked at him anxiously, "Do you like it?  I've been experimenting
with a lot of different ingredients.  Since Mom hates me to waste anything,
I'm turning into a rabbit eating the darned salads I make just to experiment
with different dressing recipes."

"Honey, it's glorious!  Bottle it and you make a fortune."

Susan disappeared and minutes later, reappeared.  She placed plates in front
of Kathy and then Ken, and returned to get her own.  She had made Ken's
favorite, tournedos Rossini with foie gras and truffles, sauce Périgord.  The
older two cut into the perfectly-cooked meat which was surrounded by
beautifully prepared and presented vegetables, while Susan watched.  They
tried it, and savored it.  "My God, she not only looks like her mother, she
cooks like her, too!  This is absolutely magnificent, Honey."

Susan had just one bite and retreated for the wine.  The wine, a grand cru
Bordeaux from 1959, had been decanted earlier.  She poured and served the
classic wine.

Ken, feeling very expansive by this time, asked, "Honey, how long were we in
the bedroom, anyway?  We start with caviar and champagne, move on to crabmeat
and oysters, a glorious salad, and then to tournedos.  The meal is exquisite.
Now I would like to offer a toast to our beloved daughter, Susan: Darling
Susan, as your new father, I want you to know I could not possibly be happier.
Your mother wrote and told me what you said to the judge in the courtroom on
the day you were adopted.  How children are born by the thousands every day,
and their parents -- for good or ill -- are the luck of the draw.  You said
you had chosen us.  Honey, I don't know how I could be happier.  Susan, to a
long and happy life, and a welcome from your parents who adore you.  Thank you
so much for choosing us!"

Kathy and Ken drank the toast to Susan, who just blushed.  Kathy could see
tears in her eyes.  She went to her father and gave him a warm loving kiss.
"Thank you, Dad.  Thank you for having me!"

When the main course was finished, Susan cleared the table and wheeled in a
cart with a chafing dish.  She prepared and flamed crepes Suzette and
carefully served them to her mother, father, and finally herself.  Ken was
amazed at her deftness as she handled the flaming dish.  Finally, she served
coffee and poured Kathy's finest cognac for her parents, while she just drank
coffee.  With the cognac she offered cigars which the two took.

Ken leaned back in his chair and savored his dinner.  He turned to Susan and
smiled, "Honey, that absolutely could not have been better.  It's as good as
your mother could do and that's high praise indeed."  He grinned across the
table at Kathy and said, "Susan, your mother told me we were going to have
pizzaburgers.  Instead, I get a magnificent feast.  Thank you!  I'm really
happy to be home!"

Kathy smiled at Susan fondly and said, "Susan, I did tell your father that.  I
had no idea you were going to prepare such a meal.  He's wrong about one
thing, though.  I couldn't do it nearly as well."

Susan sat in her chair and blushed.  Ken choked off a grin as he watched the
blood rise through her breasts, up her neck and to her face.

The next morning, the older two were in bed when they heard the sound of a
splash in the pool.  Kathy gave him a tender kiss and snuggled even closer.
"Honey, how do you feel?  Would you like to see something funny?"

Ken had just had one of the most joyous nights of his life with his lovely
wife.  He just grinned and said, "Provided all I have to do is watch.  Okay?"

She threw off the covers and ran for the door to the deck.  She arrived at the
end of the pool as Susan was starting her fourth lap.  As Susan completed her
racing turn, Kathy cut the water in a dive and started speeding down the
course with her.  Ken pulled up a deck chair to watch.  As they completed lap
after lap looking like a pair of porpoises and moving as smoothly through the
water, he had an idea.  As usual, the two girls were stroke for stroke, so
they made their turns together.

Ken had done some serious swimming at the Academy.  As they turned again, he
knifed into the water and was off in a 100-meter sprint, four lengths of the
pool.  The girls had been in a distance stroke and had already covered almost
two miles.  Nevertheless, with the new challenge they simultaneously shifted
to a sprint stroke.  Ken wasn't in quite as good shape as the women, but he
hadn't swum two miles either.  He beat them by a length, hauling himself out
of the pool and sitting on the edge.  With their golden hair plastered around
their heads, no makeup, and their bodies still in the water, he honestly
couldn't tell which was which.  He extended a hand to each, and they popped
out of the water.  Both of them were grinning at him and at each other.

"When you two get in shape," he said, "Let me know.  Then we can have a real
race!"  He covered himself as two beautiful bodies began to pummel him
furiously.  Finally Susan got up and pulled up three mats for them to lie on.
Kathy was still breathing hard as was Susan.

"How do you two do it?" Ken asked.  "I'm just asking, not complaining, you
understand.  I hope you know it's not the neatest thing for an old man to come
out to the pool and see the two women he loves most in the whole world
pounding up and down the pool like a couple of trapped porpoises."

"It's the same as usual, Dad," Susan said.  "Mom won't allow herself to be
beaten by a young squirt in her own pool and I won't allow her to see her
daughter quit.  She's going to lose one of these days, though.  You really get
the drive from your legs, and the legs go first."

Kathy looked down at her beautiful legs and carefully lifted them up together
from the mat.  "Ken, do you think I have two or three more months before I'm
in pieces, ready for the retirement home?  They don't look *that* bad, do
they?"

Ken just grinned down at her and Kathy said, "Honey, why don't you start
breakfast?  Your father needs some help.  We'll come in a few minutes."

"How do you spell 'come' Mom?  With an 'o' or a 'u'?"

"In this case, both.  Now get your fresh tail back in the kitchen!"

As Susan left, Kathy spread her legs.  "Kenneth, you've been holding out on
me.  I thought I drained you dry last night, but either I missed or your
powers of recovery are better than I thought!  Come here."  she said softly.
Ken rolled over and got between her warm thighs and slowly entered her.  As he
slowly moved in and out in her moistness he ran his fingers over her breasts.
She heard herself making small cries of pleasure as she felt herself taken
higher and higher until she was gasping and shaking her head from side to
side.  Finally, she achieved her release.  She held him close while her
vaginal muscles squeezed him dry.

"Are you happy, Honey?" she whispered.  "I hope Susan wasn't too big a shock
for you.  You *do* like her, don't you?"

"Nope, sure don't."  he replied softly, watching a tiny element of fear enter
Kathy's eyes.  "I love her almost as much as I love her mother.  'Like' as a
word just doesn't do it!"  He kissed her softly on the lips while his now-
softened weapon remained inside her.  As usual, though, her kiss was like a
jolt of electricity to him.  He could feel himself becoming rigid again, and
Kathy could feel it, too.

She grinned at him.  "Maybe it's something in the pool water.  Do you think
so?"

He had just reached another orgasm, bringing her with him when they looked up
as a shadow reached him.  Susan was standing there smiling warmly.  "Boy," she
said, "Wait until I tell the kids at school.  I work my fingers to the bone
slaving at a hot stove and what are my parents doing?  Fucking like bunnies,
for gosh sakes."

She came around so Kathy didn't have to strain to see her.  "I'm sorry, dear,"
she said in her haughtiest voice.  "It's your father.  I can never get him to
do me when I need it... in the theater, a restaurant, while we're driving.
He's very old-fashioned that way.  But you know how it is with the older
generation," she grinned at the girl.  "By the way, is our breakfast ready?

"Of course, dears," Susan said, imitating her mother's voice perfectly.  "It's
on the table, getting cold."

Ken eased out from between Kathy's thighs, running his hand lightly over her
breasts as he did so.  Kathy murmured with pleasure and stretched, finally
bouncing to her feet.  They went in to the huge breakfast Susan had prepared.

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