Chapter 2

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.