Chapter 1
Maggie Cartright stood at the window watching the young couple in the pool. It brought back memories of her own relationship with Bill Woodson, a relationship that was no more. That was her reason for being here, with her older sister, to get herself together. But she didn't think that she would ever be the same again. After two years together, then to find out that Bill was married, she doubted that she would ever want a man in her life again.
She couldn't help but notice her sister's stepson Kevin out in the pool with his girl friend. She had only met him the evening before, and even though he had impressed her as good-looking, she noticed now that he was really a hunk. His bronzed body flashed through the blue water, and his skimpy swim suit displayed the huge bulge in his crotch. At another time she might have felt that old familiar itch, but there was little there today. She watched casually as the two young, brown bodies frolicked in the cool water.
She went about her business of unpacking and thinking how nice it was that Tracy had offered to let her come and stay until she felt better, however long it took. Tracy was six years older than she, and at twenty-eight was in the middle of her own life with a husband much older than she and a step-son almost as old as Maggie herself.
Maggie went back to the window, as if drawn by the innocence of the young people, but she dropped her comb and brush when she looked out. Bouncing up and down on the diving board was Kevin, completely nude. His girl friend stood on the side pointing at his long, limp cock that swung up and down in a looping arc. Maggie bit her lower lip and stepped back from the window so she wouldn't be seen. But instead of backing away, she leaned over carefully and opened the window a crack. Since her room was so close to the pool, she could hear every word they said.
"That things's almost long enough to play jump rope with, Kev," said Stacy.
"Yeah, maybe, but I can think of a lot better use for it."
Maggie crouched down and inched closer to the window. Rolling the inside crank several more turns, she widened the gap between window and jamb. Not only could she hear better, but she could see without the glare of the glass.
Stacy had just unhooked her top and it hung limply between her big, white tits. She unfastened the bow and the top felt into a crumple of blue at her feet. She kicked the material into the center of the pool and dove in after it.
"Jesus, Stacy, you got a great set of tits, I ever tell you that?"
"Yeah, Kev, just about every time you see them. I'm not complaining, though. I like compliments." Her tits floated in the water, full and globe-like swelling up out of the water, their large, brown nipples bobbing up and down, appearing and disappearing at the water's surface.
"Well, I like more than your tits, that's for sure. I'm especially fond of that ass of yours."
"I like your ass, too," she said, jumping out of the water so that it rushed down her huge tits.
Kevin turned around and bent over so that she could see his ass. Hanging between his legs were the biggest set of balls Maggie had ever seen. They swung back and forth and jiggled up and down as the board continued to spring.
Maggie couldn't believe what was happening. She knew that Tracy was in the house, for she had talked with her only minutes before. How could she not be aware of what was going on out in the pool-her son nude with some half-nude girl, talking that way about tits and asses. Maggie caught her breath in a gasp. She had been unaware that she had been holding her breath. Her heart, too, was beating irregularly. Her pulse raced. Surely it was because she was still so emotional over her own unhappiness.
"Come on, Stace, off with them drawers. I want to see that cute pussy of yours." He continued to bound high up in the air, cock stretching down as he rose, and then it would fling itself up into the air as he descended.
"Look! Up in the sky! It's Super Cock," said Stacy, slipping off her bottoms as she sat on the pool's edge.
"You better believe it," said Kevin, catching hold of his long, limp prick in mid-bounce and shaking a handful of it at her."
"Mmmmmm, yum, yum, yum," she smacked her lips.
When she stood up Maggie could see that her sandy, red hair was natural, and she sprouted a thick, flaming bush of the same colored hair around her cunt. The girl was very tan to have such red hair, and it made her all the more delicious-looking. She jumped up and down on the edge of the pool and her great, white tits heaved in the opposite direction from her body.
"I can do it, too," she said with a broad grin on her pretty face. Her short hair showed off her fine features, her high cheekbones and good brow.
Maggie was amazed that she was so aware of how pretty the girl was. There burned within her a small flame that she thought had been completely put out.
"Tell you what, Stace, you get this thing hard, and you can do it with what you will." He still held his cock which seemed to Maggie to have gotten harder as he talked.
"You got a deal, Kev." She dove into the water and surfaced near the diving board. "Sit down so you can hang that monster over the edge of the board. Let's see if you can catch a fish with that beautiful bit of bait."
He sat down on the very end of the board and spread his legs so that his cock and balls hung over the end of the board. Stacy got just below them and with a powerful kick of her legs and downward thrusts with her arms, rose out of the water enough to snap at his cock with her mouth.
"Jesus, Stace, you almost bit the thing off." He jerked his cock back up and looked down at her.
"No, I didn't. I took out my teeth," she said smiling her perfect, white smile. "Really, I'm not gonna bite that lovely cock, don't worry."
Kevin dropped it back over the edge of the board and Stacy made another lunge for it. This time she got the head in her mouth and pulled his cock taut before she let it slide from her mouth as she fell back into the water.
"My god, Stace, you are something else. I never met a girl as wild as you. Well, almost never," he corrected himself.
"I'm just a fun lovin' thing, Kev, and you know how to have fun. That's what I like about you. You aren't uptight like a lot of guys."
She lunged again and got more of his cock, but it was harder, for Kevin's prick no longer hung down. It stuck out over the end of the board like a bent fishing rod.
Maggie felt almost dizzy as she watched Kevin and Stacy. She couldn't believe all the mixed feelings that stirred within her, feelings that she thought she would never have again, and really didn't want, at least not now, not yet. She reached down and felt the hint of dampness in the crotch of her shorts. She snuck a finger up the leg and felt the dampness of her panties. Her body didn't seem to share her turmoil. It knew exactly what it wanted.
"I can't reach it anymore," said Stacy. "Anyway, it's hard enough for what I want." She swam to the edge and pulled up her compact body in one water-shedding whoosh.
"And what is it that you want, my lady?"
"I want yu to fuck me on that diving board, my prince. I've never done it on a diving board, and it looks like it might be fun."
"Jesus, that would be great. Come on," he said, getting up and walking off the board to meet her.
"Holy Jesus," Maggie said out loud, clamping her hand over her mouth after the words had escaped and scuttling back away from the window. But the two young people hadn't heard, or if they had, they didn't care.
Maggie moved back to the window quickly, motivated by what she didn't know. She only knew that she didn't want to miss what was about to happen on the diving board.
As she got to her previous spot, Stacy was just laying down on her back with her head to the end of the board, her legs spread and dangling over the edges. Kevin was poised between her legs with his long cock idling as he stroked it with his hand. Maggie didn't want to, but her hand went back to her pussy all on its own, the finger snaking up her leg and rubbing across the front piece of her silky panties. The finger rubbed in quick, little circles that quickly heated up her already warm cunt. "Aaaaa, Christ," she said to herself. Her finger stoked long, dormant fires and her pussy began to throb like it had once long ago.
"Get in there, you monster, you," Stacy said, guiding in Kevin's long, rigid cock. "Got you," she finally said, the head having u apparently penetrated her pussy lips, though Maggie couldn't tell for sure, for she couldn't see anything except the root of Kevin's cock as he reared above her body. Stacy's hands moved to her large tits and worked them, flattening them against her body and then pulling them up by the nipples until they stretched like white, brown-crowned tents on her chest.
Maggie could feel the old, familiar pull of tit and cunt. She had always told Bill that she had an invisible string that connected her cunt to her nipples, and every time he pulled at a nipple, or sucked at a tit, there was a tug at her cunt. Now she could feel the tugging even though the nipples being pulled were not her own.
"Ah, fuck me, Kev, fuck me, honey," begged Stacy.
Maggie's finger found the space between her flimsy panty leg and her pussy. It quickly darted up the hot, creamy cunt. "Ooooooh," she moaned, not paying any attention to whether anyone had heard her or not.
"God, Stacy, I love your cunt, your tight fuck hole, baby. I can't get enough of your pussy, honey. Spread that cunt and fuck."
"What a cock, Kevin. Fuck me with that great cock, Kevin, fuck me silly."
"I'm trying, I'm trying," he said.
Maggie saw him pounding into Stacy's pussy, the board bouncing up and down wildly, Kevin's cock pulling out almost all the way, glistening in the sun, glazed with Stacy's thick pussy juice.
Maggie's own fingers dripped with her own pussy juice. She had sneaked a second finger up her cunt and worked frantically at her swollen, little clit, stroked it fervently as she watched Stacy and Kevin bouncing up and down on the diving board.
"Oh, my god, Kev, oh my god, so close, fuck me, honey, so close." Stacy clutched at his ass and pulled him against her. She bucked up off the matting of the board and thrust against his plunging tool. "Shit, fuck me, baby, fuck me . . . fuck . . . fuck me." Her head thrashed from side to side, and she arched her back far off the board.
"Christ, Stace!" cried Kevin, fighting to stay mounted. He reached down and held to the edges of the board. "Fuck, Stace, fuck."
"Aaaaggghhhh," came the gargled sound from her constricted throat.
"Aaaaaahhhh," came the soft sounds from Maggie's throat.
"I ... Oh, I . . . Oooooohhh," cried Stacy, pounding on Kevin's back with her tight, little fists and her ass exploding up off the board in rapid thrusts, vicious little convulsions that slammed against Kevin's downward motion.
"Eeeeeeiiiiii," her scream echoed across the water and bounced off the brick walls that surrounded the pool.
"Fuuuuuck," sighed Kevin, his own come following hers with quick, stabbing thrusts as his long cock pinned her against the board and sent her arms and legs flailing helplessly as he plowed into her wet cunt.
"Oh . . . oh . . . uuuuu," said Maggie, trying to catch the words behind her bitten lower lip, but they escaped. "Uuaaaahhhh," came the long cry as her climax danced on the ends of her fingers.
Maggie lay on the carpet, fingers still stuck up her throbbing pussy. She couldn't believe what had just happened. How could she have been turned on by such a thing. She had been overwrought, that was all. Her emotional distress had made it possible. She hadn't wanted such a thing to happen. After Bill the thought of sex was repulsive. She removed her fingers. She felt somehow that her body had betrayed her.
She got up and adjusted her shorts. Her pussy still ached happily after its satisfaction. Out on the board Stacy and Kevin were still locked in their embrace, the board bouncing up and down slowly, ebbing away as was their own happiness.
Maggie tried to collect her thoughts, thoughts that ran in every direction. Should she tell Tracy? Why hadn't she seen for herself-Kevin and the girl had certainly been brazen enough. Surely Tracy could have heard the noise. But why hadn't she done something? Maggie didn't have any ideas. Her pulse still raced and her heart beat wildly. If she did talk to Tracy, it would have to be later, much later.
She lay down on the bed and tried to rest, but she could hear the two young people beyond her window. They were at it again, but she tried to shut it out and rest. Wasn't that what she was supposed to be doing there, resting, not banging away at her own pussy while two kids fucked on a diving board. Shit! she said to herself, relax. "Fuck me," yelled Stacy and Maggie heard the board pounding against its support. Rest, she told herself.
Tracy sat on one side of the table and Maggie on the other. Tracy's husband, John, sat at the head, and Kevin at the other end. Tracy had cooked roast beef and mashed potatoes for Maggie, her favorite meal.
"I thought it was men who were meat and potatoes people," said Kevin, "not women." He didn't seem to be saying it to be mean.
"I don't know, I've just always liked meat and potatoes, of any kind," she said, shrugging. She wore a pink half top that bared her brown, flat belly and suggested that her tits were large for her size. Her dark skin and raven-black hair contrasted with the pink of her top.
"Hey, that wasn't a put down. I like a woman who eats. Mom is afraid she'll turn into a hippo if she eats potatoes. Right?"
"I think that is a bit of exaggeration, Kev." She smiled at him and his eyes flashed back.
Maggie could tell that they had a good relationship, even if she were his step-mother and had only lived with him a few years. She had second thoughts about saying anything to Tracy about the incident of the afternoon. Her fork hung in mid-air as the thought crossed her mind.
"Anything wrong?" asked John. "What?"
"Anything wrong. You have a funny look on your face."
"Oh, no, nothing. I'm fine. Just one of those stray thoughts."
He smiled at her. He was a handsome man, and she could see where Kevin got his good looks. But John was good-looking in a different sort of way. He was less pretty, and more powerful. His blue eyes sparkled with intensity and his firm jaw suggested more to Maggie than she wanted to know about the man in her present state. She was happy that Tracy had such a husband, and she tried to take heart in that. But as her eyes strayed back to John's, a sudden uneasiness crept over her and a chill ran up her spine. Something behind his flashing eyes and half smile signaled a warning.
"Hey, I'm sure glad you decided to come and stay for awhile. Things get a little dead around here sometimes," Kevin said.
"Now don't forget that Maggie is here to rest, not serve as your entertainment, young man."
"Gotcha, Mom," he said, displaying that same closeness that Maggie had picked up before.
"Tracy tells me that you work for an ad agency in San Francisco, Maggie." John's voice was soothing and disturbing at the same time. Maggie couldn't put her finger on the problem.
"Well, I'm only a secretary, but I would sure like to work in some place of advertising or personal relations."
"Hey, I'll bet you could do a gang up job in personal relations," he said, that same half smile playing around his mouth. His lips were sensual, she thought, not quite like the rest of his face, sensitive,Tike Kevin's.
"No kidding," said Kevin, "a bang up job in personal relations," and he winked at his father and gave what looked like a sly look to his step-mother.
Maggie noticed that Tracy shook her head as if to caution him and he just shrugged and cut into his roast beef.
"Well, I know that you will enjoy your stay. Get lots of sun and just do what you want. Kevin will be glad to drive you where you want. Right?" John said. He shot his son a stern look, one eyebrow raised.
"You bet, Dad, anywhere she wants. The beach is only about twenty minutes from here. You like the beach?"
"Sure, who doesn't?"
"Great, but Mom for one doesn't dig the water."
"It's not the water, Kev, and you know it. I don't like crowds, honey. Ask Maggie. Even when were were younger, I never hung out with the gang."
"I know, I know," said Kevin, still smiling. "Mom is into small groups," Kevin said, looking first at Maggie and then at his step-mother.
The wink again.
"You're too much," she said smiling back at him.
Maggie felt as though she were not fully understanding what went on between the mother and son, the father and son, or the husband and wife. She dismissed it as more of her emotional distress and returned to eating her rare roast beef.
"God, I like rare meat," said Kevin, as though reading her mind.
Her body tingled as he looked at her with his father's blue eyes, deep, intense.