Chapter 4

The next day, Cassie felt raw and sore all over, but she was strangely horny, too. She didn't really understand it, but she knew that she was looking forward to her date that night with Arthur.

She was cheerful, and hummed to herself all day long. Ev and Carole were pleased.

The day was wet and sulky, and so she stayed indoors, reading a bit, but mostly dreaming of her date.

Around four o'clock, the phone rang.

"For you, Cassie!" called Carole.

She ran quickly to the telephone.

"Hello?" she breathed.

"Cassie?"

"Yes."

"This is Arthur. Listen, Cassie, it's about tonight. . ." he said, his voice trailing off at the end.

"Oh?"

"I can't make it."

"I see." she said in an icy tone.

"Aw, don't be like that. Listen, there's a real good reason for all of this."

"Oh?" she said, trying to sound indifferent.

"Listen, Cassie, now don't get mad so fast. It's my father, you see? He's real sick, and he has to go in the hospital. My mother wants to go there, and someone has to watch the other kids."

"Oh Arthur! I'm so sorry!" she said, instantly ashamed.

"That's OK. It really is. Anyway, I should be back on the beach in two or three days, and we can make plans then, OK? Because I'd really like to see you, Cassie."

"Of course, Arthur!" she said in a sweet, concerned tone of voice.

But she was cross and grumpy the whole day anyway. She knew that it wasn't his fault, so she wasn't really angry at him, so her anger became more diffuse, and generalized.

She snapped at her father and at Carole for no reason that they could see, and she was generally unpleasant to be around. Everett had a good mind to take her over his knee once again if she didn't behave.

Two days passed this way, and then it was Thursday, the day that Lydia was scheduled to arrive.

She took a bus, and her mother went in the car to pick her up and bring her out to the house.

Lydia was two years younger than Cassie, but she looked older than her seventeen years.

She was tall, with a thick mane of jet black hair that she wore loose and shimmering down her back. She was handsome rather than pretty, but there was something very striking about her thick brows, dark eyes, and straight nose. Her lips were full and pouting, ready to be kissed, or to slip around a thick dick.

She was also much more voluptuous than Cassie. Her full, ripe body was both provocative and sensual. Large, soft tits, and full, curved hips were her most striking attributes.

She had gone to a Quaker boarding school, and had learned to be hip from the sophisticated crowd that she hung out with at school. Her mother probably would have been shocked to know that she had been having an affair with her math teacher, a pleasant young man from New Orleans who had simply flipped at he sight of the raven-haired beauty.

Well, she need never know.

Lydia was fond of her mother, and was very happy to see her. She was a little shy about meeting Everett and Cassie, though.

"Everett is a pussy cat, so just don't worry about him!" said Carole as they were driving along.

"Do you think that he minds I'm coming out?"

"Honey, I told you that he can't wait to meet you! Now would you just relax."

"OK Mom, I'll try."

"Now Cassie is another story."

"Oh?"

"She's a rather spoiled and stuck up girl, although deep down I think that she's very sweet."

"You think that we won't get along?"

"If you don't, it's really not anything personal. You see, I think that she's jealous of me, and of the time I spend with her father, and so consequently, she's bound to resent you too."

"Oh boy!" Lydia said with a sigh.

"Now don't get all upset! I just want to tell you these things beforehand so that you'll know what to expect."

"All right."

Lydia was impressed by the house, and she was a little nervous about going in.

"Stop! You're being silly!" her mother scolded gently, giving her daughter a little hug.

Ev was waiting for them. He kissed Carole, and he gave Lydia a kiss on the cheek too.

"Hello, it's so good to meet you!" he said to her warmly.

"How do you do?" she said shyly.

"Here, let me call Cassie."

He yelled up the stairs, but there was no answer. He yelled again. Finally, he mounted the stairs, and knocked on her door.

"Open up!" he said sharply.

"Go away!"

"Cassie, Lydia is here and I want you to meet her."

"Too bad."

"Do you remember what happened the last time you were in one of your moods?" he said, and paused so she could remember the spanking she had gotten.

Apparently, the memory displeased her, for a moment later, the door opened and Cassie followed her father down the stairs.

"Cassie, this is Lydia." he said pleasantly.

' Hello, Cassie.' said Lydia, trying to be very polite.

Cassie just glared for a moment. Finally, she spoke, but it was sullen and unpleasant.

"Hello." she mumbled, and refused to utter another word.

The four of them spent the day together, going to various antique shops, and looking at old furniture, brass pots, hand made quilts and the like.

Everett, Carole and Lydia enjoyed themselves very much, but Cassie hadn't wanted to come at all, and she sulked all afternoon.

The weather had been bad for several days running now, and she hadn't been to the beach, and hadn't heard any word from Arthur. Nor had she heard from Bob. And the fact that Carole's daughter had been invited out to the house was, in Cassie's eyes, a very bad sign.

After the shopping trip, Cassie wished that she could go home, and lock herself in her room. But Carole and her father wanted to have dinner out, and they insisted that Cassie join them.

Her father chose a very nice restaurant that served fresh fish. He and Carole both ordered lobster, and urged the girls to do the same. He also ordered a very fancy bottle of champagne.

He rarely drank champagne with his dinner, and Cassie grew wary.

When it came, and everyone had been poured a glass, he raised his up, saying, "I'd like to propose a toast."

Everyone looked up, and raised their glasses.

"The toast is to a wonderful woman, the woman I am going to take as my wife!"

"Mom! How wonderful!" squealed Lydia, and almost upset her glass when she jumped up to hug her mother.

"Thank you darling!"

"Yes, Carole and I are getting married. We thought perhaps at the end of the summer, so both of you girls could be there. It will be a fairly quiet wedding. Just the family, and a few friends."

Carole was glad that Lydia seemed genuinely pleased. She was, for she had liked Everett's warm and easy cordiality. He seemed to treat her as a person, and have real respect for her feelings.

But Cassie didn't look too happy. In fact, she was quite furious. She said nothing for a few minutes, but her rage was churning and bubbling around inside of her.

"Well. I'm not happy!" she said very loudly.

"Sh, Cassie, everyone is looking at us!" scolded her father.

"I don't give a damn!"

"Cassie!"

"It's true!" she said, and stood up at the table, pushing away from it with such force that she spilled her champagne.

"Cassie, sit down!" her father hissed angrily.

"No, no, no! I hate you! And I hate her! Hate her! I think she's an awful woman, and I won't live in the house with her for another minute! Not another minute, do you hear?" she screamed.

By this time, everyone in the place had turned around to watch what was going on. Everett tried to grab Cassie by the wrist, and force her to sit down, but as he reached out for her, she pulled free of his grasp, and went racing out of the restaurant.

She bumped into a waiter on the way, and his tray went flying, and landed with a loud crash, spilling food all over the floor, and the nearby walls.

"Cassie!" her father called, but she was already out of the door.

He jumped up, and ran after her, but it was too late. She was already gone. He stood at the door, wondering what to do next.

Cassie had very little idea of what to do next.

She was miles from the house, and even if she had wanted to walk it alone and in the dark, she had no idea where it was from here.

But somehow, the place looked familiar to her. Yes, it really did. It was near Bob's house, she was sure of that!

She fumbled in her pocket, looking for a dime. She found one, and raced over to a pay phone that was near the restaurant. She dialed the number with shaking hands.

"Hello Bob?" she breathed.

"Cassie, is that you?"

"Yes."

"You OK?"

"No, actually I'm not!" she said in a tearful voice.

"What's the matter."

"I can't explain now."

"Are you at home."

"No."

"Well, where are you."

"Do you know a place called The Captain's Table?"

"Sure, it's five minutes form me."

"Would you come and pick me up."

"Yeah, sure Cassie, I'll be there in ten minutes!"

"Thank God!" she breathed into the phone.

She stood waiting, and was soon greeted by the familiar sight of Bob's car. He opened the door, and she slipped in. She was so glad to see him that she gave him a big kiss.

His dick responded instantly, and he began to plot a way that he could get her alone.

"I'm so glad to see you!" she said in a choked voice.

"What's going on? What were you doing there? What happened?" he demanded.

"I'll tell you everything, only let's get away form here."

"Where shall we go?"

"Your place?"

"No, my parents are home. They might wonder what's going on."

"Uh, well I don't know."

"How about a drive along the beach."

"Fine."

As they drove along, she told him the whole story about Carole, Lydia and her father. To her great surprise, Bob was not being very sympathetic.

"I think that you're being selfish Cassie." he said in a rather stern tone of voice.

"Selfish? Me?"

"Yes. Your father didn't do anything so terrible. He must be lonely. I think that it's great that he's getting married."

"You do?"

"Yes. And Carole seems very nice. She seems cool, you know? Like she wouldn't drop dead if she caught you smoking grass or something, you know what I mean?"

Cassie was silent.

"And what is Lydia like?" he continued. "Oh, she's OK."

"So then what's so terrible? You're at school all year anyway, and you won't see them so much. And it will be nice for your dad to have a family. And nice for you too, Cassie."

This was not the response she had anticipated, and she remained very quiet as he drove.

She began to wonder where he was taking her, and then she knew. It was the same empty spot they had been to a few nights ago.

"No, Bob, no!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about!"

"Tell me!"

"I don't want. . .that."

"What?" he asked, innocently as a lamb. She glared at him knowing that he was mocking her.

"I don't want to fuck you!" she spat. "Well, that's just too bad!" he snarled. "Bob!"

"You want to get out here, baby."

"Bob!" she repeated. "The choice is up to you!" He stopped the car. It was dark outside, and chilly. The waves broke and crashed on the shore, and there was no one around.

He grabbed her to him, and kissed her brutally. Despite her real anger, she found herself responding to him.

"Let's go outside," she muttered.

He opened the car door, and shoved her out. They walked over the sand together, and he fell on top of her roughly.

He groped for her tits, and pressed each one in his hands with bruising passion. He didn't bother with the buttons of her shirt, but instead, he tore it, so the buttons were lost all over the sand.

He unzipped her jeans, and stuck a finger in her pussy.

"Hot already?" he asked, feeling the sticky juice that had started to flow.

She kissed him in reply.

He fingered her hot center, enjoying the way she wiggled and writhed under his touch.

He pulled off the rest of her clothes, and in a flash, he was out of his, too.

He pushed her so that she was flat on her back, and pinned her arms above her head as he kissed her naked, enticing tits with their glowing red tips.

Her body heaved, and struggled weakly, but she was powerless, and had to submit.

His hands sought her moist wet slit, and he rubbed his rock hard dick against the gleaming gold of her tanned thigh.

He grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands, and started to kiss his way down to her cunt.

Soon, he was licking the tender lips and nibbling on the bud of her clit as she writhed and shuddered.

His tongue would occasionally probe the tiny dot of her anus, and he saw that after repeated tickling, it started to open and to expand, as if in invitation.

He started to tongue her asshole in earnest, liking the faintly spicy taste.

It welcomed his tongue by opening up, and trying to close around the pink bit of flesh.

He substituted a finger for his tongue, and was able to slide it in with ease.

"Cassie, turn over!"

She did so without any protest.

His tongue moved across the whole ass crack, and focused on the tight, hot hole.

After a few minutes of steady licking, he pressed the flared tip of his large, smooth penis against her asshole.

"Oh no!" she yelled.

"Oh yes!" he said with determination in his voice. He grabbed her around the waist, but she was as slippery as a lizard, and wriggled free.

He caught her again, and they struggled for some minutes in the sand.

She bit him, quite hard, and he grew angry, he suddenly remembered what her father had told him.

Yanking her across his lap, he smacked her hard across the ass, leaving a bright red imprint of his hand.

"What are you doing?" she cried out.

"Shut up!" he growled.

"Bob!"

"I'm teaching you a lesson!" he said, and raised his hand to bit her again.

The next blow was even harder than the first, and brought tears of pain to her lovely blue eyes.

He kept smacking her, with slow, forceful blows so that the entire surface af her ass was covered with vivid red marks.

He spied his belt only inches away. Did he dare? He did.

He coiled it in half, and cracked it down across her white ass cheeks.

"Oh God!" she howled in pain.

He smacked her several times, leaving ruby red lash marks that slowly filled with blood.

When she had ceased struggling, he released her.

"I hope that you've learned to behave now!" he said, and flipped her over. "Get on your hands and knees!" She obeyed without question, and even stuck her ass up in the air to make it easier for him.

He slicked her up some more with his spit, and then placed the tip of his burning rod against the virgin entrance to her anal chamber.

He pressed hard, and a wave of delight surged through him as he felt the tip ease in.

She bit her lip against the fierce pain, and he pushed against her, harder still.

He managed to get another inch in, and then another, and finally another. She felt as if she were splitting her in half.

With a great thrust, he pushed all the way in.

Something burst inside, and she screamed. He could feel the warm, wet trickle of blood, but he didn't care. He was in, and it felt terrific!

He grabbed her about the slender waist, and his joy ride began. He loved the deliriously tight, hot hole that hugged his prick so nicely. It was the first time he had ever fucked a woman in the ass, and he didn't know what he had been missing until now.

He loved to see her proud head, bent in submission, and her red and white ass cheeks.

He rocked and bucked like a mating stallion, shoving his fat hard cock in as deeply as he could.

Cassie was beaten, and she knew it. The only thing to do was to endure this horror, and hope that it would be over soon.

His hands reached for her tits, and cupped them as he rode her.

She had to admit that the pressure of his hands on her delicate mounds was a blessed distraction from the pain that was burning in her asshole, and she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on that.

The feeling became better and better, and soon she barely noticed the ache in her virgin ass.

Then, he stuck a finger in her moist pussy, and that really made her feel good.

His cock was grinding away at her hole, stretching and expanding the delicate inner walls to fit around his huge meat.

His fingers were busy in her cunt, and around her clit, and soon, she had her head arched back in ecstasy.

She moved her ass down to meet his thrusts, and she used her cheeks to squeeze and hold the flaming shaft.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch! That's just right."

"Oh, it feels-so good!" she muttered.

"So you like it, huh?"

"Yeah, feels real nice!"

"You like my dick in your ass, huh?" he prompted.

"Oh yes! Feels so great! I love that big dick of yours stuffed all the way up my ass!" she whispered.

He laughed, and fucked her harder still.

The wind howled all around them, and the waves beat without cease against the shore. Occasionally, there was a scream of gulls overhead. It was as if nature was responding to their brutal passion.

They rocked back and forth together, shuddering in unimaginable bliss. Faster and harder they rocked, until Cassie was coming all over the place, her body shaking, and her voice torn to shreds from her screams.

Watching her writhing, gyrating form made Bob hotter, and his come burst from him, shooting up into the innermost recesses of her asshole, and filling her totally with his creamy spunk.

When he pulled out, a flood of juices came pouring out. He flopped down on top of her, oblivious to the driving rain that had started.

It was only when they saw the sky light up up with a flash of lightning that they hurried back to the car.

Bob thought that he had better take Cassie home, and she agreed. She was a little frightened of her father, though.

"Please come in with me, Bob!"

"Well..."

"I know that he'll be a little calmer if you're there with me!" she pleaded.

"OK, OK." he agreed finally.

"Oh thank you!" she said, throwing her arms around him. Her shirt was all torn, and her bare tits grazed against him.

"Hey, not while we're driving, OK?" he laughed.

They pulled up to the house. The car was there, and there were several lights on, so Cassie knew that they were at home.

She took Bob's hand as she mounted the steps, and she knocked at the door.

"Cassie! We were so worried!" her father cried.

Apparently, concern was even more in evidence than anger.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. . ." she began.

"Sh, it's all right! Carole, Cassie's home!" he said, and gathered her up in his arms.

Carole came rushing into the room.

"Oh thank God! We were just about to call the police! Cassie, you gave us such a scare!", she said.

Bob thought that it would be all right to leave, but Everett caught him by the arm as neared the door.

"Thank you, Bob!" he said.

"Oh that's all right!"

"Is everyhting OK?"

"Just fine!"

"Good, good! Well I'll talk to you very soon. Very soon!" he said, and shook Bob's hand heartily.

"Cassie, you are all wet and full of sand! Come upstairs and take a hot bath before you catch a cold!" said Carole, leading Cassie upstairs.

Everett was left alone with Lydia.

"This has been quite a day for you, my dear!" said

"Yes it has!" Lydia agreed.

"Well, I don't think it will always be like this. Things will settle down, so don't worry."

"I hope so!"

"Oh, you can depend on that."

"Is she always like this."

"Well.. ."

Everett stopped for a moment, and stood there thinking of something. Finally, he turned to Lydia and looked at her.

"You know, Cassie's mother died when she was just a little girl. She never really knew her. And she's never been close to women. Maybe now that you and your mother will be living with us . . ." he said, and his voice was thick with emotion.

Lydia looked up at him. It seemed as if he were about to cry at any moment."

She threw her arms around him, and gave him a hug.

"Oh Ev! I know that thing will be all right!