Chapter 14

Labor Day. And the end of a perfect summer, Katy thought with a sigh. It was a summer she'd never forget. But now it was over, and next week she would be returning to Newport. Back to her real life, and her summer in the South would become nothing more than a "once upon a time" memory.

"Anybody for a swim?" Maggie called out.

The two families-Maggie and Randy, and Tom and Katy-were celebrating the last holiday of the summer together with a picnic beside the secluded swimming hole that joined their properties. The swimming hole where Katy had caught her first sight of her Adonis.

"We didn't bring suits," Katy's father responded from where he was working, firing up the grill to cook the burgers and wieners they had toted out into the woods.

Maggie tittered. "Whatsa matter, hon'? Afraid we'll shock the kids? My son's all grown up-but I'm not sure about your pretty daughter."

"No need to worry about Katy," Maggie's son chuckled. He was lying back on the grass, at ease, chewing on a long straw of grass. "She's been around the block a time or two."

"Why, you!" Katy sputtered, giving him a good-natured swat.

"Well, I don't know about y'all, but I'm going to jump right into that water!" Maggie tugged at the knot of her halter and it came apart, uncovering her breasts.

Katy's eyes widened at the sight of the woman's big tits. The huge, pendulous globes jiggled and shook as she moved, the nipples rosy and erect.

"Go ahead and join her, Daddy," Katy encouraged. "Randy and I will watch the fire."

"You talked me into it," said Tom, tearing at the buttons of his shirt as he eyed Maggie. "I suppose I could use a cooling dip."

"Hon', that water might warm up a tad when we get in it," the big-titted woman giggled as she stripped down her shorts and panties. The heavy sprinkling of curls that surrounded her cunt caught the sunlight. They were as golden as the hair on her head.

A moment later, Tom was naked, too. His spare build and firm muscle tone matched the woman's shapely, but sturdy, physique. His daughter's gaze moved to her father's long prick with its smooth, red, bullet-shaped tip and heavy-hanging scrotum. It wasn't quite as immense as Randy's, but it was just as attractive. In fact, Katy mused, the men were about equally matched. And both very good as lovers.

"Quite a pair, aren't they?" Randy said beside her. as they watched their parents run to the water and hit it together like a pair of cannonballs, sending a shock wave that lapped high up on the bank

"Actually, they make a nice couple," Katy responded.

Randy chuckled. "Kinda like us?"

"Kinda like that." Katy smiled, but her expression stiffened as he pulled open his shirt. His naked chest was covered with matted curls the same dark color as the hair on his head. She clutched her fingers, resisting the urge to run them through that lush mane of chest hair.

"Let's join them," he said, as he reached down to unzip his fly.

"The fire...." Katy protested, watching his fly widen enough to expose the thick, hairy root of his sex organ. Randy wasn't wearing any underwear.

Randy glanced at the crackling coals. "It'll be okay."

"If you say so," Katy said, as her fingers started working, releasing buttons, removing her brightly patterned top, and finally the culottes that had seemed so sensible for the warm Southern day. She hesitated for a moment when she was down to her bra and panties. Then they, too, were gone, and she was bounding down the hill, to leap into the water in a naked barrel roll, just as the others had done.

The water was cool and refreshing, and as she went completely under and came back up, it was as if all the troubles she had brought with her when she came to this place had disappeared. There was just now, this moment, these people, and this delightful place. As she stood, laughing, in waist-deep water to wipe her eyes dry, she was suddenly enveloped by a heavy spray raised by the others. She tried to splash back, but someone tugged at her ankles and pulled her under. She struggled and played, her bare body rubbing delightfully against other naked flesh.

"Race you to the other side," Randy challenged.

"You're on!"

They splashed their way across the water and pulled up on the opposite bank. Neither claimed the victory, both just being content to sit side-by-side, their naked bodies touching, with their feet dangling over the edge of the bank and the sun gleaming on their wet flesh. On the other side, Tom and Maggie left the water and headed toward the big tree she had hidden behind that day she had inadvertently spied on Randy and Cora. That seemed so long ago...as if it were in a different lifetime entirely.

Katy lay back on the grass to let the sun dry her off. Randy settled down beside her. For a little while longer, she could be content. At peace with the world.

She was about to drift off to sleep, when the rising sound of delicate gasps and heavy breathing began to overpower the delicate harmony of the birds and the bees. Katy pushed up on one elbow to look across the pond. Not quite far enough away to be out of sight, her father was humping between Maggie's spread legs. The woman's moans were becoming increasingly intense as their bodies rippled together.

"See, didn't I tell you?" said Randy. "They do make quite a pair."

"My God! My dad and your mother! Did you know about this?"

"I kinda suspected it."

"I had no idea!"

"I think it's kinda neat."

"Yeah...." She turned to him with a twinkle in her eye. "I hear your mom's a pretty good fuck."

"Who told you that?" he asked, eyeing her questioningly.

"Oh, a little bird," she teased. He broke into a grin. "Yeah, she is." Katy chuckled. "So's my dad."

They turned and looked at each other, then they both laughed.

Sobering, his dark eyes held hers for a moment. Then her gaze trailed downward, past the thicket of curls that covered his chest to the thicker mass of dark hair at his loins. His penis was long and thick and draped lazily over his thigh. The glans looked soft and velvety, her interest causing the tip to twitch.

"So," he whispered, "you've been fucking your dad. Who do you prefer? Him or me?"

"You want me to be totally honest?"

"Totally."

"All right." She dropped her hand over the end of his dick and felt its warmth. "I think you have a lovely prick." Then, she pressed her hand to his chest, her palm light and warm over his heart. "And I think you've got the sexiest looking chest I've ever seen," she said, trailing her fingers through his chest hair.

"That's not an answer."

"Is this?"

She pressed closer, her mouth tilted toward his. He gave up and pulled her to him, kissing her lips. His hand skimmed over her belly, his fingers moving downward to tug at the curled tendrils of her pubic hair. One finger slipped between her legs and stretched along the hairy mouth of her cunt. Her sex lips cuddled it snugly.

Kissing her neck, he whispered, "I love the way you're so totally female."

His words weren't quite the ones she longed to her. It was an honest compliment when she yearned to hear expressions of love. But it was just as well. They would be parting soon, and there was no need to complicate that. They were just two healthy people hungry for each other, nothing more. Allowing herself the same freedoms he was taking, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around the supple length of his prick.

"I like you, too," she whispered truly.

His lips found her nipples, and they began to tingle. Her breasts felt swollen. The tip of the finger between her legs dipped into her interior to find her wet. It came back out and rubbed the slippery juices over the inflated bud of her clitoris.

She caught her breath.

"Are you excited?"

"Yes."

"How excited."

"Very...."

He stroked her faster. Desire welled up within her. A shudder shook her body as he brought her close to a climax. A brief moment later, her belly heaved and her hips jerked against his hand. She cried aloud as an explosion brought a warmth to her loins. He cradled her body and kissed her, then laid her back on the grass as her senses recovered from their quiet ecstasy.

"I guess I owe you one," she said with a smile.

"I'll collect later."

"Later?" Her disappointment showed.

"My condoms are safe and dry in my pants pocket on the other side of this damned pond."

"Oh, God," she moaned.

"Wanna risk it?"

"What if I get pregnant?"

"Then I guess I'd just have to marry you."

His joking words were so close to her thoughts that it gave her a giddy feeling inside.

"A fate worse than death?" Her fingers reached down and found his rampant organ. He was as anxious for her as she was for him. His maleness was huge, overwhelming, the wiry curls brushing the back of her wrist, the heavy testicles rubbing against her knuckles, the long, hard shaft throbbing in her fist. "I won't hold you to that," she whispered, as she pulled the tip close, working the head into her slippery heat, then settled it firmly in the mouth of her soppy vagina. "Make love to me."

He made a slight movement and his prick entered her. She closed her eyes and held her breath as his cock sank fully into her warmth. Her thighs wiggled into the grass, pinned firmly to the ground by his plummeting weight.

She knew she should feel like a whore. The things she had done this summer had been so brazenly wicked. She had indulged her passions to the fullest. Male... female...and she had fallen in love.

She was no longer the Katy she used to be. She no longer had any inhibitions at all. She had given in to her senses, and she had become a complete slave to her sexuality. She would never, ever be able to go back to being the woman she was before.

Her juices were flowing copiously, and their organs squished an erotic accompaniment as he churned within her. The orgasm he had already given her had done nothing more than whet her appetite. She squeezed her own breasts and teased her nipples while grinding her hips around the marauding staff of his manhood.

His stiff prick stroked steadily, stoking the fire in her belly and raising her excitement to a heated intensity. The slick shaft rubbed against the tip of her clitoris, making it taut and tense, until it ached for release.

"Oh Randy...."

He gasped, his own excitement evident as his hairy buttocks bobbed up and down, his thick dick plunging rapidly in and out of her soppy socket. A contraction began deep in her belly, and her pussy tightened around the shaft of his prick and squeezed its swollen knob. His hands gripped her hips, his strong fingers pulling her clasping sex more tightly to him. Then, with a sudden hoarse cry, he rammed forward and began cumming within her. The warm jets of sperm started her own paroxysms of pleasure.

She felt calm, later, as she lay resting with her head nested in the hollow of his shoulder and her fingers combing gently through the hair on his chest. She really didn't want to leave this man. But then, as her eyes focused on the sleeping bulk of his penis, still wet with their mixed juices, she realized it didn't really matter. A tear came to her eye as she realized they hadn't made love; they'd only had sex, sharing themselves for a few precious minutes. Nothing momentous; nothing earth-shattering. Although it had seemed that for a single brief moment.

She wiped the moisture from her eye with the back of her hand, then stretched upward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"I have something for you," he said softly. Taking her hand in his, he slipped a tiny ring on her finger that he had fashioned out of a blade of grass. "This is for you."

"Thank you," she whispered, staring down at her ring finger and the green band that decorated it. Tears began to well up again in her eyes. She pulled away and slipped off the bank and into the water.

An hour later, they were all enjoying the picnic lunch they had brought with them into the woods. They had dressed again, simply, the men still bare-chested while the women had both put back on their tops.

"Hey, girl!" Randy's voice barked. "Hand me those fuckin' wieners!"

"Who, me?" asked Katy.

"Who else?"

She tossed him a package of hot dogs. "I'm a woman, not a girl."

He gave her a leering grin. "Yeah, I noticed that a while ago."

"That's the way, hon," Maggie encouraged. "Stand right up to him."

"Oh, Randy's just joshing."

"That may be so. But here in the South, we believe a lady deserves respect. And that's the way I brought my son up." I

"Well, you've done a great job, Maggie," Katy said, regarding the other woman warmly. "Your son has never shown me anything but respect."

Randy had come up behind her and he was holding her hands behind her back while he nibbled at her neck. The intimacy right before his mother embarrassed Katy, and she tried to draw her hands away. But he held them tight.

"Randy!" she protested.

"Why don't you show her the ring I gave you?" he whispered in her ear.

"The ring? Oh, you mean that." Randy released her hand and she smiled as she held it out to show Maggie and her father. "Look at what Randy gave me."

"Honey! Oh that's wonderful!"

"Congratulations!" her father said, beaming warmly.

Puzzled by their reactions, Katy looked down at her finger. The green band she had expected to see was no longer there. In its place gleamed the most beautiful diamond Katy had ever seen in her life.

"Oh! My God!" Katy pressed a hand to her heart as it skipped a beat. Randy had to grab her to keep her from falling. "Oh, my God, does this"-she sputtered-"does this mean-is this, I mean, what-"

Randy squeezed her tight in an embrace.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Yes, Randy, yes!"

Late that night, Maggie lay quietly in Tom's arms. He was in her bed, for the first time. He would spend the whole night, there. And maybe even the next. There was no need for secrecy anymore.

He had abandoned his own house to Katy and Randy. Now that they were going to get married, they deserved their privacy. He wasn't jealous of Randy, or even envious. He and Katy had shared a time together when they needed each other. But now she had Randy, and his shoulders were broad enough to carry her.

And he was content.

He could feel the warmth from Maggie's naked body beside him. He reached over and took her hand. "Aren't you tired, hon?" she whispered to him.

"No."

"Neither am I." Her hand glided over the hair on his chest and belly and her fingers settled around the thick base of his cock. He had been aroused, earlier, but as they had talked in the darkness his organ had grown soft and spongy. But she could feel its warmth and the pulsing of the blood just below the quiescent surface.

"Thinking about the kids, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"So am I."

"Do you think they'll be happy?"

"Sure they'll be happy. Katy's got Randy wrapped around her little finger already. He adores her."

"It'll be quite a change for her."

"Not really, Tom. She's been changing all summer. I've watched her."

"I suppose you're right."

"And they love each other. I saw it in their eyes long before they knew it themselves."

"You can see things in people's eyes."

"Any mother can."

He leaned over her. His bulk was only a shape in the darkness, but his eyes reflected just a glint of light. "Can you see things in my eyes?"

"Yes," she said, quietly. "I can see things there, too."

"like... what?"

"That's for you to tell me, Tom."

He was quiet for a long time. But, then, he said, "Maggie, I was wondering if you'd even consider marrying me?"

"I'd consider it," she replied practically, her heart thumping. "But I get along quite well. The last thing I need in my life is another man."

"Oh."

The silence stretched again, longer this time.

"Maggie...would it make any difference if I said that I love you?"

"Hon," she said gleefully. "That would make all the difference in the world."

She kissed him while her fingers curled around the shaft and gently massaged it back to hardness. Her own breath quickened as the tubular muscle filled with life and the bumps and the ridges came into prominence. Then his fingers were competing with hers, and he stretched a condom over his hardness.

They rolled over together and he slipped easily inside her. His penis stretched her vagina, and she gripped him with her legs. The day's earlier passion had extended his endurance, and he rode her for the longest while. Afterwards, he fell asleep straddling her body, with his prick still cuddled inside her.

Time passed before she joined him in slumber.

In another bed, scarcely a quarter mile away, her future daughter-in-law was lying, still awake, with her head nestled on her lover's chest while the low, rasping sounds of his snores soothed her. Would she always find those sounds so gently satisfying? Or would the day come when she would find them a source of irritation?

Who knew the future?

Who could have ever guessed the course her life would take when she picked up the phone less than six months ago to call the father she had never met.

But, for now, it was a dream. A dream come true. This day had been a day like none other for her; a day full of sensual pleasures as well as emotional delights. A day she didn't really want to end. Not ever.

It was as if Providence had been looking out for her. For the first time in her life Katy wondered if God might be a woman.