Chapter 1
Tom Eastwood decided that Suzy was deliberately taunting him. Why, he didn't know. Suzy Rogers was only twenty-two--young enough to be his daughter. It didn't make sense, but what other explanation could there be?
"What are you doing?" he finally asked, as he watched her bend over to reach the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. Her short black skirt rode up, treating him to a tantalizing view of her lovely sleek legs all the way up to the tops of the black stockings that sheathed them.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking innocently back over her shoulder, with her rump higher in the air than her head. An inch of smooth skin was visible between the black elastic top bands of her stockings and the lower edge of her skirt.
"It's not natural for a woman to bend over that way, Suzy, and you know it. Damn it all, I can almost see your bottom."
She grinned and stood up. "I love the way you express yourself, Tom. Any other man in Mason
Creek would have said 'ass' instead of 'bottom.'"
"Ass, butt-what difference does the word make? It's your actions that require an explanation, young lady."
She grinned and smoothed the skirt of her black knit dress back down over her thighs. The lower hem just barely covered the top band of the net stockings that hugged her trim legs all the way down to the shiny black high heels that added three inches to her height. A black velvet choker accented the whiteness of her skin. The outfit was a sexy complement for her shiny, black hair, and he was unable to keep his prick from responding with interest inside his pants.
"I'm bored, Tom," the young woman said, giving him a pouting look as she sank down into the chair beside his desk.
"Bored?" His mood softened. "From the way you were behaving, I'd say horny was the better description."
"You're very perceptive," she said with a sigh. "How long has Johnny been gone."
"Three months now."
"You'll get over it," he said unconvincingly. "Not by myself I won't."
He attempted to turn his attention back to the file that was spread out on his desk. "Well don't go looking to me for help like that. There's a dozen young studs in this town that would be more than happy to scratch your itch. Just give them the same peek that you gave me."
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked with a sly smile.
"You've got lovely legs."
"I meant my ass."
"I, ah, didn't actually get that good of a look."
Jumping back up, the young woman turned and hiked her skirt up.
"Holy Jesus, Suzy!" His eyes widened as he stared at her full, white-fleshed thighs and her exposed rump. The thin band of her lacy, black bikini panties was pulled tight around the rounded, white curves of her ass cheeks.
"So, whadda yah think?"
He gulped and ran a finger under the neck of his shirt, loosening his tie. "It's a nice...ass."
"Johnny thinks it's my best feature. He made me decorate it with a tattoo." Holding up her skirt, she jerked down her panties and wiggled her rump. A tiny, green, four-leaf clover ornamented her left ass cheek. "See?"
He nodded, speech failing him, as his eyes darted, registering every tantalizing detail of her creamy-fleshed ass rounds.
"He always starts by kissing the green for good luck." Ass swaying, she pressed back toward him. "Whadda yah think, Tom," she teased. "Wanna get lucky? Huh?"
His resistance breaking, the older man pushed back from the desk and bent toward the young woman's ass.
The sharp tinkle of a bell in the other room announced someone entering the outer room.
"Shit!" the secretary muttered, pulling up her panties and dropping her skirt. "It always happens at the worst time, doesn't it?" Tail twitching, she rushed out to greet the intruder.
Tom let out a deep breath and collapsed back into his chair. He had to adjust his position to make room for the hard-on that was stretching his trousers uncomfortably.
A hard-on, for chrissake! He thought he was beyond that. He hadn't had a decent boner in ages-not since Nancy had left. But now the truth came rushing out. No, he wasn't beyond sex. It was just that he wasn't interested in the few women his own age that were available in Mason Creek. Hags, every one.
The Mason Creek Crier was only a small-town weekly, but as editor and owner of the paper, he was considered a pretty good catch-for a one-night stand, or even for keeps. But the few middle-aged women who were attractive were all married-and he had no desire to mess up somebody's marriage-that is, if any of those women would even give him a second glance. At forty, he probably wasn't exactly a dashing, sexy, picture of fitness and well-being himself. But as editor and owner of the Mason Creek Crier-even though it was only a small-town weekly-he was considered a pretty good catch-for a one-night stand, or even for keeps.
But his sexy young secretary sure had put the spark back where it belonged...and she was a woman young enough to be his daughter.
Damn it all, now there he was thinking about Katy again. His daughter! And he certainly shouldn't be thinking about his daughter and sex at the same time.
But the idea of even having a daughter was something he was still trying to get used to. The young woman was still a stranger to him. Since first seeing her two weeks ago, he had been constantly amazed that such a beautiful creature could be the product of the rutting of his loins. And beautiful she was, too-far lovelier than his sexy secretary. A smile came over his face as he considered that. And his dick hardened even more.
"Shit!" he murmured, shaking his head to dispel the image of the young woman he had been contemplating. A man shouldn't be thinking things like that...not about his own daughter.
At that very moment, Tom's daughter was thinking of him. It had taken her two days to get up the courage, but she was finally daring to venture into the piney woods that surrounded her father's house. It wasn't quite as formidable a forest as it looked, she finally decided, as she found a footpath that eased her way into the dense wilderness.
She still couldn't quite picture Tom as being her father. From what her mother had told her, she had always imagined him to be a wild, rangy, aging relic of the hippie generation with a mangy beard and maybe a guitar strapped over his shoulder as he moved from handout to handout. To find that her father was actually a rather staid man-the owner and editor of a small town weekly newspaper, no less-had been quite a shock to her. In fact, she was a little disappointed. There was something romantic about the irresponsible image she had clung to while she was growing up that was lost in the light of reality.
Not that Tom wasn't romantic-looking. He was certainly better looking that the two men her mother had married after he left her with the unborn child that was destined to be herself. She had always thought that she would never forgive him for that, but now that she had actually come face to face with him, she found that she didn't really care. She had grown up without him and she had no idea what it would have been like otherwise. So, what was past, was past.
The fact was, she thought with a chuckle, he was in great shape and a kind of sexy guy. She wondered what her mother would think if she could see him now. There must have been something between them years ago-she was living proof of that. She couldn't imagine her mother spreading her legs on a whim, and Tom hadn't been the success he now was in those days. There must have been at least a trace of love between the two of them, something that she doubted had ever existed between her mother and her other two husbands. No, those matches had been based on money and status.
A sound broke the forest stillness and she started. Then, as her breath returned, she heard the sound again. Laughter. There was someone ahead of her.
Dodging roots, she moved cautiously, slipping through the trees until she came to the edge of a clearing were the waters of a small pond glistened in the sunlight. Two figures were on the grassy bank less than a hundred feet away from her.
A man, and a woman...both completely naked.
Katy caught her breath and faded back into the shadows of a loblolly pine. Feeling safely hidden, she allowed her eyes their freedom. They turned to the male figure and traced the lines of his thighs. They were thick and hairy, but his ass was starkly white. The woman had long blonde hair that trailed down below her shoulders, the ends curling over the tops of her tits where a pair of nipples stood out like a couple of hard acorns. With her body turned toward Katy, she unwittingly offered a complete view of herself and Katy felt her blood warm as she studied the dark, curly hair that shadowed the other woman's cunt.
The pair appeared to be about the same age as Katy-give or take a year of two-and they obviously thought they had complete privacy as they laughed and joked together, naked in the sunshine. Every instinct told Katy that she ought to turn and leave the couple to their...whatever.
But there was no way she could pull herself away from the erotic spectacle.
She slipped to the ground and pressed close to the base of the tree, staying hidden in the shadows.
Suddenly, the man reached out and gave his naked partner's ass a swat.
Letting out a shriek, the woman ran away from him and jumped into the water. She went under. A second later, her head shot back up with water swirling around her golden tresses. Her naked breasts bounced in the water.
The man jumped in the water with a shout and Katy muttered a curse. Darn it, she had missed a chance to get a view of his front. He probably had a great big hard-on, and she had missed her chance to see the damn thing!
Conflicting emotions tore through her. Which was she most interested in seeing-the lightly-haired curves of the woman's cunt or the harsh lines of the man's jutting cock? God, she wished she could get those feelings sorted out. That had been the whole purpose of her trip down here. She needed to give herself some space, some time to think things through.
At home in Newport, Katy had a pair of friends that were openly lesbian. Although they had never put any pressure on her to join in, she was finding herself more and more curious about their lifestyle. Her experiences with men hadn't been all that great. She had been fucked exactly twice-by two different guys. All in the past year. Neither time had set bells to ringing. Her mother's experience with men certainly hadn't reassured her. She doubted that there was any passion at all in her marriages. Her mother used men for wealth or position. Certainly not for love.
And now, her body was reacting to the sight of the two lovers as they played in the water. But which had set her juices to flowing? Had it been the guy's lean, naked flanks? Or had it been the soft curves of the woman's cunt?
She sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her, parting her thighs to ease the heated pressure that was building under her shorts and inside her panties. The pair were laughing and splashing each other, and she felt quite sure that the other woman was much more comfortable than she was with the cooling water sloshing up between her cunt lips.
What the heck? She was alone, wasn't she? The amorous couple certainly weren't looking for spectators-and, besides, she was well-hidden. She glanced around, then bit her lip and reached down to whip her shorts and her panties down below her knees. Fresh air wafted across her pussy and it quivered. With her legs spread just enough to release the pressure on her crack, she could see tiny beads of cunt juice glistening in the straggly curls of pussy hair that shrouded the twin lobes of her cunt.
She looked back up as the laughter ended. The woman waded toward the shore, turning when she was knee-deep in the water. Heavy sheets of water dripped from the man's body as he slowly emerged from the water, following behind her. Katy got just a glimpse of the hard cock that arched sharply before him as he stepped into the woman's embrace.
Katy's nipples became taut and swollen and her cunt quivered as she tried to imagine the feel of that hard cock pressing tightly into the woman's softness. Giving in completely to her feelings, she shot a hand up under her blouse and pushed her bra cup away to free her right tit. While she caressed her nipple with one hand, she rubbed a finger from the other across her clit.
A shudder shook her and she groaned softly. Dipping a finger into her wet cunthole, she stole juice to rub over her clit.
In the water, the blonde lifted a leg and wrapped it around the man's waist. His hands cupped her ass cheeks to support her and she lifted the other leg, locking both legs loosely behind his back. He lifted her, and then let her drop back down. Katy let out an audible gasp. She could almost feel the slide of the guy's swollen cock as it slid snugly inside the woman's body. The woman's head dropped to the man's shoulder and Katy saw her teeth take a firm hold on his soft flesh.
Holding her close, the man walked with her out of the water and laid her back on the grassy knoll that surrounded the pond. His ass rose in the air and he began fucking her, slowly and steadily.
Katy's finger moved in and out of her juicing cunthole-slowly, at first, keeping time with the man's strokes in the other woman's body, but gradually increasing speed as her pounding pulse became more demanding. A second finger slipped inside her cunthole, then a third. Twisting them around, she worked them rapidly in and out of the juicy slit.
The woman on the beach wasn't content to lie still and let herself be fucked as Katy had been in her own sexual encounters. With her knees drawn up and spread wide, she pressed upward, grinding her moist mound against the downward-plunging shaft of male flesh. Doubling over her, the man's mouth had found her tits. Cooing encouragement, she squeezed a gob of tit flesh in each hand and positioned her tits in turn so that he could suck on one nipple and then the other.
Katy groaned as she finger-fucked herself with fervor. God, why couldn't she be so lucky? Both guys who had fucked her had been wimps compared to the stud she was watching. And to think she had considered becoming a lesbian! God, all she wanted was to be fucked vigorously by a big, hard-cocked man like the virile specimen she was watching. Her finger plunged in and out of her cunthole, driving herself ever closer to the climax that she craved, but one that she knew would be only a pale imitation of what the woman on the bank was experiencing.
"Fuck me!" the woman shouted, loud enough for Katy to hear clearly. "Fuck me now! Fuck my cunt!"
"Take it this way you little bitch!" he hollered as he jerked upward, pulling himself away from the woman's loins. Free of the clutching confines of a cunt, the immense prick lurched and showered the woman's belly and tits with a spray of white jism. The glistening cock recoiled and discharged another load of cum onto her soft-looking, white belly. Then another. And another.
The watcher reacted. Cunt juice suddenly gushed out of Katy's pussy as her body pulsed and thrashed, her bare bottom grinding into the dried leaves at the base of the tree that concealed her. Time stopped, and for a short eternity she was the lone occupant of a world of pure pleasure. It was a long moment before her body stopped spasming and she was able to breathe again.
She looked back at the couple on the bank, expecting to see them as totally exhausted as she was. But that wasn't the case. The sexy stud who had just showered his lover's belly and tits with his sperm was now hunched over the woman licking and sucking those gunk-soaked titties. The woman's moans were strong enough that they singed Katy's ears a hundred feet away and sent a shiver of excitement through her.
God, she had never seen anything like this before! If everybody went about it like this couple did, no wonder fucking was such a favorite pastime. God! What had she been missing? She touched her clit with her finger again.
"Eat me!" The woman's impassioned cry mingled with the sound of the birds chirping in the trees. "Eat me, you fucking bastard!"
Katy heard a guttural chuckle that was muffled almost immediately as the man buried his face in the woman's belly. The woman giggled, and the teasing lips moved lower. For a moment, his face was hidden by the woman's thigh. But then she arched upward, pushing her hips toward the man's face.
Katy could clearly see the way his tongue was playing in her pussy...probably licking her clit.
God, it was so erotic! Her friends had talked about such things, but she had always though they were exaggerations. Just the idea seemed so filthy-so vulgar! But watching it actually happen-God!-it was the sexiest thing imaginable. She'd give anything to have that guy's face plastered to her cunthole right now.
Her finger rubbed rapidly against her clit, maintaining just enough pressure to keep her passions piqued. But when she heard the woman's sharp scream of ecstasy, she pushed herself to the height of pleasure. A split second later, waves of joy washed over her.
This time as she recovered her senses, she noticed that the guy was changing his position again. Supporting himself on one arm, he used the other hand to guide his monstrous cock to the center of his lover's sex pit. As Katy watched his hips start pumping she realized that all the preliminaries had simply been foreplay.
God! It was too much!
The pair seemed insatiable, but she'd had about as much as she could stand. Her poor heart was pounding. Trying to ignore the fucking couple, she wiped her cunt juice-sticky fingers on her clothing as she pulled her shorts and panties back up snugly around her waist. With her vagina covered, it became a little easier to ignore. She wanted to leave, but she didn't dare for fear that she would be discovered. So she lay still with her eyes closed and tried to pretend that she was alone.
But that wasn't possible. Besides the grunting and the groaning of the fucking couple, the lewd sound of the slapping of their wet bellies had become strong enough to reach Katy's ears. Listening was pure torture.
It seemed like forever before she heard the excited sounds of their mutual orgasm.
The lucky bitch, Katy thought. Lucky, lucky bitch!