Chapter 3

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.