Chapter 1

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.