Chapter 2

"What in God's name were you thinking of?" Talbot McKnight asked his attractive young daughter. "Do you realize what might have happened out there?"

Susie looked dutifully repentant. Really, this was a bit much! She didn't know why, but she really hadn't expected her father to make such a fuss.

"So, next time I'll take a bus and sneak in the back way," Susie said, definitely in a snit.

"Good," Talbot said, having taken his daughter's statement literally. "Those men out there are really animals. There's nothing they would like better than somehow getting to me through you."

"Why don't you just give them what they want?" Susie asked. She had a good view out through the Venetian blind to the main gate. She had seen Jim Folesom's big hand move twice to his crotch and she wondered if he had an itch.

"My dear daughter," Talbot said finally. He had frankly been flabbergasted by Susie's last remark. "Why don't you just continue to spend the money and let me worry about making it."

"Or, why not close the mine down?" Susie suggested, not yet willing to give ground. "You certainly aren't the picture of a typical coal mine owner."

"You're purposely trying to vex me, aren't you, Susie?" Talbot asked, telling himself not to get angry. Susie was simply trying to provoke him. She had obviously inherited the trait from her dear, departed mother. Susie's mother had had a way of bringing out anger in Talbot at a moment notice.

Susie was still watching Jim through the window. She had expected him to go back to the gate. He hadn't. He had headed off toward a group of buildings and disappeared behind one of them.

"Let's don't fight," Susie said, turning back to her father. "I'll even concede that I made a mistake in driving up like Marie Antoinette. And I really could care less if you keep the mine, sell it, or scrap it."

"I wish you had more sense of family history," Talbot said, not quite yet ready to make peace.

"Do please spare me the stories of great-granddaddy down in the bowels of the earth," Susie said.

"If it weren't for that man and his rise to prominence in this very mine, none of us would be where we are today," Talbot said. God, he wished Susie would get married, settle down, have grandchildren. Eighteen wasn't too young to get started on the baby-making, especially not when you were as mature as Susie was-in mind as well as body.

Susie turned from the window, still strangely curious as to where Jim Folesom was off to. She didn't know why, but she had always been somehow attracted to Jim; although, she certainly wasn't about to admit that to anyone, Jim, after all, certainly wasn't anybody the daughter of Talbot McKnight could be outwardly interested in. Jim was really only a step above those roughnecks out beyond the gates. He was only a little bit better than those creeps holding their placards and beating up anyone trying to get in to put forth an honest day's work.

"So, tell me," Susie said, sitting down in one of the chairs facing her father's desk and crossing one shapely leg over another, "am I going to be spending my whole summer at home while you remain ensconced here?"

Talbot sighed audibly, seeing what Susie was now trying to do. She was out to make him feel guilty for ruining her vacation. When, in reality, Susie had spoiled her own holiday. She had only come home because of that ridiculous fight with Roger. If Susie and Roger hadn't quarreled, Susie would even now have been in Europe, traveling with Roger Rutledge and his parents.

Talbot, were the truth known, had to admit that he had been overjoyed that Susie and Roger had split. Roger, as far as Talbot was concerned, just wasn't the kind of man his daughter needed. Oh, Roger's family credentials were impeccable. Actually, the Rutledges were more blue-blooded than the McKnights could ever possibly boast. The Rutledges had come over on the Mayflower-or maybe it was the ship that came second. Whatever, they had been in America for one hell of a long time. The problem was that Roger was the end result of some several marriages within the family structure. Cousin had married cousin had married cousin. Roger Rutledge, Talbot suspected, just didn't have that certain something any man would need to control Susie McKnight.

In a way, Talbot wished his coal business hadn't cropped up now. He would have liked taking Susie off on a trip somewhere, off to a place where she could meet some nice man with a bit more balls than Roger.

However, this mess at the mine had happened; and, there was just no way Talbot could get away, especially since things were bound to come to a head at any moment. The union was running out of money, the miners didn't have food to fill either their bellies or their families' bellies. Pretty damned soon, the men were going to have to come around or literally starve to death.

"You know this trouble was in progress when you came home," Talbot said. "It isn't something that just popped up in the last few days. It has been going on now for six months. If you didn't want to spend time alone, you should have gone off with Roger and his parents."

"I thought you didn't like Roger," Susie said, giving her father a small grin.

"He's very well connected," Talbot said noncommittally. Talbot had determined early never to give Susie the satisfaction of his telling her directly that he didn't care for Roger. Talbot had always suspected Susie would have taken his disapproval of Roger as additional incentive for a quick marriage to him.

"That didn't answer my question, did it?" Susie persisted.

"You are the one who would have to live with him," Talbot said, still evading the issue.

"His father says their family could well use the new blood I would be bringing into it," Susie said.

"Roger's father is probably right on that count,"

Talbot said.

"How about the blood Roger would be bringing into our family?" Susie asked, her amused smile growing wider.

"What do you care what I think?" Talbot asked, standing. "You didn't ask my opinion when you got engaged to him. Nor did you ask for my opinion when you suddenly broke off your engagement. Nor do I think you're really all that much interested in hearing what I have to say now. So why don't you go off and tour the premises and let me get back to my work? You did say you were stopping by the mine for some kind of grand tour, didn't you?"

"Can I have Jim Folesom show me around?" Susie asked as nonchalantly as possible.

'Take whichever of the men you want," Talbot said with a shrug. "I would think anyone of them would be thrilled at the prospect of showing the boss' daughter around the place. I imagine they get quite bored exchanging insults with the scum on the other side of the gate."

"Okay then," Susie said standing, "I'll let you get back to your all-important work."

"And drop by before you decide to drive on out of here," Talbot said. "I'll see if I can't make some kind of arrangements for getting you out with a bit less fanfare than accompanied your arrival."

Susie gave her father a smirk and headed for the door.

"And Susie?" Talbot said, watching as his daughter once again turned to face him. "Next time you come here, do wear more than just a sweater, won't you?"

"Oh, daddy!" Susie said, embarrassed to realize she was blushing.

"You, my dear, are obviously use to far more sophisticated company than the blue-collar workers you'll find around here. I'm having enough problems without everyone getting hot and horny because of my own daughter."

"How crude?" Susie exclaimed. Then to prevent her father from seeing her blush even redder, Susie opened the door and stepped outside. She banged the door shut behind her.

Susie was afraid her summer vacation was going to really turn out to be a bummer if it kept up at its current rate. Maybe she should have made up with Roger and gone to Europe with him. The problem with that was that Susie didn't know if she wanted to make up with Roger. He was really not much of a lover. Susie had gotten more pass-ion out of her own fingers than she ever had out of her fianc'.

Susie stepped down off the small front porch and headed off in the direction she'd seen Jim taking a few minutes before.

It was warm outside. The sun was hot, made hotter by the fact that there was very little shade to be had anywhere. What shadow there was could be found only along the edge of the buildings. There were no trees.

The place looked pretty much deserted-which it was. There was only a skeleton management staff on hand. There was a work shift down below composed of "scabs" and strike breakers who had risked life and limb to cross the picket line.

Susie stopped, trying to get her bearing. She began to wonder if she hadn't come the wrong way. There certainly didn't seem to be any sign of Jim Folesom.

Susie decided to look a bit further before turning back. Then if she didn't find Jim, well, maybe she would just head on back to the house. At least there was a pool there. There was nothing here but sun and coal dust and piles of discarded mine tailings. So, why had she even come? Frankly, it had been a simple case of boredom. Roger might not have been the most passionate companion a girl could have; but, he was usually fun to be with otherwise.

Susie stopped once again. She listened intently, wondering if she was really picking up sounds. Yes, they were sounds. But what kind of sounds; and, where were they coming from?

Susie almost called out for Jim. For some reason, the noises sounded masculine-if rather guttural and breathless in the bargain. And since Susie had seen Jim heading in this direction, she could naturally assume it was Jim.

Susie began a slow walk.

Susie decided the sounds were coming from one of the small buildings a short distance off to her right. The door to the building was open; but, it was impossible to see much of what was inside. The way the sun was shining, Susie could see nothing but the darkness beyond the door.

Susie moved off to one side. She couldn't see in; but, that didn't mean Jim-if it was Jim-couldn't see out.

What was he about?

There was a window at the side. Susie headed for it. She felt silly and guilty at the same time. How ridiculous to be creeping around like a young girl playing games. God, she was a grown woman. She was acting like a common sneak thief.

Still, there was something Susie felt intuitively, something that told her the sounds she was hearing weren't meant for her ears. If she would have only allowed herself, she would have recognized the noises for what they were. But there was simply no way Susie was going to admit to the obvious. After all, those kinds of noises certainly weren't indicative to this place, to these surroundings, were they?

Yet, Susie continued to feel guilty. In fact, she felt so guilty, she stood for a good thirty seconds beside the window before she got up guts enough to take a peek inside.

When she did look, she couldn't believe what she saw. For some reason her brain just wouldn't let her register what was there-what was right in front of her eyes-separated from her only by the glass of the window.

Jim Folesom was standing, his buttocks leaning against the side of a desk. His cock was sticking out of his pants. His cock was hard and fist-wrapped. Jim was pumping his cock. He was masturbating. Right there. Groaning softly as he did so.

Oh, my God, what was Susie doing! What was she doing?

She should have left. She should have run and not walked back to her father. So, why didn't she? Why was she standing there, watching? Why was her gaze locked to that big hunk of male meat stuck free of Jim's fly and into Jim's hand? Why couldn't she pull away from the up and down movements of Jim's fingers along the length of his large cock?

Susie felt her mouth go dry. She felt the tendons in her throat go tight. She felt her stomach muscles knot.

She had to go! She had to leave!

It wasn't that Susie was completely ignorant of the male anatomy. She had certainly seen cock before. She had even touched it on occasion. But the cock she had seen had always belonged to boys. Susie had seen Roger's cock; but, she had always thought of Roger as a boy, too.

But this was a man's cock. There was no way Susie-or anyone else for that matter-could have argued that point. It was a monster cock, so thick that its girth couldn't completely be encircled by Jim's gripping fingers. It was obviously uncircumcised, since each upward stroking of Jim's hand brought on a cowling of excess skin over Jim's heart-shaped cock corona.

Jim wasn't aware of Susie's presence. Because, by that point in time, his building pleasure had narrowed his universe to his hand, to his cock, to his escalating ecstasy.

Jim had come here after his lewd thoughts regarding Susie had hardened his cock to a point that was almost painful. Rather than return immediately to the front gate where his tumescent cock could have been noticed by everyone, despite its concealment in his trousers, Jim had decided the fastest and best solution to his problem was masturbation.

Jim had come to this office because he often came here when he wanted to get away for a few moments. He had the key.

Jim had expected only to pull out his cock, beat it quickly to climax. However, just as Jim's imagination had taken hold of him out front just after Susie left him, so he had found his thoughts returned to those same fantasies once he had his cock pulled out and fisted.

Jim just couldn't get Susie out of his mind. Her luscious breasts, nipples jutting to convex buttons beneath her gray sweater. Her skirt hiked up to reveal dimpled knees. Her panties. What color?

"Oh, baby.. . oh, baby," Jim groaned, bringing his hand up once more and then dropping it back along his blood-engorged cock. Up and down. Up.. . down. "Oh . . . baby . . . baby . . . baby."

Jim's eyes were shut. His mind had Susie back again, held pinioned to the ground. There were men holding open Susie's legs. There were other men holding down her arms.

And Jim was buried between Susie's thighs, his bone-hard cock meat rammed deep inside of Susie's desperately clutching pussy.

'Take it.. . take it.. . take it," Jim moaned. He was loving Susie. With his hot mouth, kissing her full lips and her swan-like neck. With his chest, his hard nipples colliding against hers. With his cock, his erection buried to his balls inside of her.

Jim dropped his left hand to his crotch. His hands found his balls, cupping them, playing with them in a firm but gentle manner. A dull aching resulted inside of his gonads, that aching fanning outward and upward into his lower belly.

Susie watched through the window. Shocked. Embarrassed. Mortified. Fascinated. Appalled. Excited. She wanted to go; she wanted to stay. She wanted to stop looking; she wanted to look on forever.

Susie was a voyeur, receiving pleasure from the very fact that she was spying. She was a female Peeping Tom, deriving her vicarious thrills from what she was doing.

Susie had never seen a man masturbate in quite this way-alone without a woman, his mind playing out what kind of fantasies? Oh, Susie had seen boys stroking their cock-s. She had even caressed their hard meat for them. But this was different. Jim wasn't playing out his show for anyone but himself. And Susie was suddenly a part of Jim's most private of moments. Yes, Susie was here-watching. And, she was excited by her watching.

Oh, why couldn't she pull away? What lewdly obscene fascination held her rooted to the spot like some iron filing rooted to a magnet?

"Fuck you . . . fuck you . . . fuck . . . your . . . juicy . . . clinging . . . cunt," Jim grunted.

Susie could hear only sounds and not distinct words. The meanings were scrambled as they passed through the wood and the glass of the building. But Susie could sometimes read Jim's lips, sometimes assigning definitions, whether right or wrong, to his sounds. Like when Jim ovaled his mouth and grunted: "Oh, God!" Or, when Jim threw his head back, his mouth opening, shutting, opening again: "Baaaaa . . . byyyyyy!"

Susie was wet between her legs. Her cunt was soppy with her leaking natural lubricant.

My God, what was wrong with her! She was sick to be doing this! Sick . . . Sick . . . SICK!

She had the irresistible urge to touch herself. No, she couldn't possibly do that. What if somebody would come? What if somebody would see? What would they think? How would Susie be able to explain?

Still, the men were all out at the gate. They wouldn't leave their post as long as there was the chance the picketing miners would cause trouble. And the men down in the mine wouldn't be up for hours. And the office staff was occupied at the main headquarters. And her father was busy. Who was there left to stumble on Susie McKnight, her eyes focused through the window, her hand shoved up beneath her skirt, her fingers touching her . . .

"Ohhhhhh," Susie sighed involuntarily as her fingertips touched the delicate pink material covering the delicate slicing of her cunt mouth. Her sounding, so soft as to be almost inaudible, went undetected in the room beyond the window.

What. . . oh.. . what.. . was . . . she.. . doing?"

Susie laid her right palm flat over her hair-fringed cunt. Her middle finger crooked slightly, her fingertip indenting the pink nylon of her panties. The feel of her touching sent a tingle of electricity through her, trembling her flesh, making her legs go weak.

"Ohhhhhhh," Susie moaned again, deciding that she no longer wanted the nylon separating her fingertip from her wet pussy lips.

Susie moved the flat of her hand upward to her belly. She slipped first her fingertips and then her whole hand down beneath the white lacy waistband. Her fingers glided over her blonde pubic hair.

"Ohhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh," Susie groaned despite all of her efforts to control any sounds which might betray her presence.

Jim, through, was no more aware of Susie now than he ever had been. And his chances of discovering her got less and less as his pleasure welled higher and higher.

Jim was close to orgasm. Jim was very close. His cock was wet with those pre-seminal juices which had leaked from his cock and then been smeared along Jim's cock shaft by the man's steadily stroking fingers.

Jim's hirsute scrotum was contracting, yanking upward into a compact ball of prune-like flesh at the roots of Jim's large cock.

"Chew it, pussy . . . chew it . . . chew it," Jim mumbled. His eyes were still shut. His mind was still fantasizing Susie sprawled and naked on the pavement, her cunt at work on Jim's cock. Jim's hips were giving small bouncing movements that flattened his muscular ass buns against the side of the desk. On each downward stroking of his fist, Jim's hips pushed his big cock forward. On each upward stroking of his fist, Jim's hips pulled his big cock back. His fingers were webbed with his translucent leakage. His cock was drooling even more.

Susie had hooked her middle finger in between her cunt lips. Her pussy flesh was oily from her own vaginal oozings. Her cunt skin was velvety slick as Susie's fingers penetrated even further.

"Ahhhhh . . . ugh . . . ahhhhhh," Susie groaned as her fingertips touched her budded clitoris which had erected beyond the soft flesh which usually enclosed it.

Oh . . . what.. . was . . . she . . . doing? What.. . was . . . she . . . doing?

Susie had always felt a little guilty about masturbation, even when in the process of fondling her cunt in the privacy of her own bedroom. Yet, this obscene thing she was doing now was twice-even a hundred times-as bad. It was shameless. It was wickedly horrible. But, she couldn't help herself. She really couldn't.

There was simply no way Susie could have remained where she was without touching herself. There was no way Susie could have pulled herself away from the window without watching the show inside brought to its finish.

Susie played with her clitoris, working the taut little nub back and forth between her pinching thumb and forefinger. More fluids drained down over her fingers. Her legs went weaker.

Susie blinked, trying to clear her vision. Her eyes were dilating, blurring with a swelling pass-ion.

How quickly Susie was flying high? How . . . fast

. . . her . . . fingers,. . . had . . . brought.. . her. . . to.. .

"Agh, agh . . . aghhhhhhhh," Susie sighed, her middle finger petting her raw-red pussy folds while her thumb and forefinger continued to caress her over the brink of orgasm.

"Oh . . . shit.. . take . . . my . . . fucking . . . load!" Jim grunted gutturally. His fingers clamped down hard over his penis. His cock swelled bigger within his fist.

Jim's white, creamy cum erupted from his cock. Thickly heavy wads of his sperm spurted free, trailing opaque streamers behind them.

"Oh . . .Jesus.. .Jesus.. .Jesus," Jim moaned, his fingers smearing his cock with his exploding juices.

Susie watched Jim as another explosion went off between Susie's legs. Susie's wet fingers sunk deeper into the pink pussy flesh that was sucking at her hand.

It couldn't be happening. It couldn't. . .it couldn't . . .IT COULDN'T!