Saturday, August 10, 1968
Dear Mamó,
I’ve been secretly loosening my asshole over the past couple of weeks, starting with a finger, then working up to a carrot, then finally a banana. I figured it’s already pretty pliable because I take such big dumps, but I wanted to make sure it can handle an input as well as it can handle an output. Won’t Kevin be surprised when I tell him he can jam his dick in my ass!
In other news, I found a way to do multiplication without using multiplication. Imagine that no civilization ever thought of multiplying two different numbers, and the only concept remotely connected to multiplication was squaring a number. Well, you can multiply by squaring and subtracting instead.
Suppose you want to multiply 17×23. The number halfway between them is 20, and each of them is 3 away. So the answer is 20² – 3² = 400 – 9 = 391.
Or say you want to multiply 14×32. The number halfway between them is 23, and each of them is 9 away. So the answer is 23² – 9² = 529 – 81 = 448.
It’s trickier if one of the numbers is even and the other number is odd. I’m still working on the best way to handle that.
That’s the kind of stuff that’s been stretching my brain lately. Well, enough math for now; I’ll let you know how it goes when Kevin stretches my asshole!
Love,
Cassie ♡
Huddling under a wool blanket, Cassie extinguished the kerosene lantern and looked out the window, where the sun was rising over the lake and illuminating the vapors of fog floating above the still surface. Somewhere out of sight, a loon emitted a haunting whoop. Removing the wool blanket from around her shoulders, Cassie slipped into a gray MIT sweatshirt and her thong sandals before silently moving to the opposite side of the main room where she lit the propane stove and set a kettle of water on the burner. Easing the front door open, she crept around the side of the cabin, hugging her arms around herself, and dashed to the outhouse.
Shuddering partly with cold and partly with disgust, she entered, whipped down her undies, and perched on the cold wooden bench, flexing her abdominal muscles so that her bare ass peeked its one eye down into the cavernous pit.
“Ugh, if I owned this place, indoor plumbing would be number one on the list,” she grimaced as she squeezed and prepared to go number two.
Cassie quickly finished her business, hearing a distant thud below, and wiped herself thoroughly before pulling up her panties and scurrying back into the cabin. In the kitchen, she turned off the gas and brought the kettle of warm water to the sink, where she soaped up her hands. Pulling down her underpants and kicking them and her sandals aside, she ran a hand up and down the crack of her ass, working up a lather, then inserted a forefinger into her gasping pink pucker and began working herself into a lather.
“Ooh,” she cooed and bit her lower lip, slowly pumping her finger in and out of her slippery shitter.
Realizing that she might get carried away, she abruptly stopped, slipping her finger out and wiping her crack with a brown hand towel she had set aside. “Next on the list after indoor plumbing would probably be a set of matching towels,” she giggled to herself as she mopped up the soapy suds. Tossing the towel on the floor, she washed her hands again, dried them with a clean kitchen towel, and picked up the bar of soap and a faded orange beach towel.
“Ivory soap, ninety-nine and forty-four one-hundredths percent pure,” Cassie thought with an impish smile as she tiptoed to the bedroom door. “It’s the other fifty-six hundredths you have to watch out for.”
In the cramped bedroom, Kevin was sleeping on his back and snoring lightly. Cassie admired his spray of curly brown hair and handsome jawline before her eyes drifted southward. Eyeing the bulge of his cock tenting the quilt, Cassie licked her lips in anticipation and placed the towel and bar of soap on the side table. She quickly slipped under the covers, wearing only her sweatshirt, and cuddled up next to him.
“Hmm,” he mumbled, dimly aware of her presence, then immediately alert as Cassie began rubbing his stiff dick. “Cass, don’t,” he laughed. “I have to pee.”
“I know,” Cassie whispered. “That’s what I want.”
“But not in the bed,” Kevin countered with a creased brow.
“I want your dick,” Cassie purred.
“Cass, a piss boner isn’t like a regular boner,” Kevin explained. “As soon as I go pee, it’ll get soft. That’s the proe-cess,” he added with an apologetic smile.
“Kevin,” Cassie said in a firmer tone. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Kevin raised one eyebrow. “Well, it better be quick.”
“You know I want us to have sex before the summer ends, I do. I’m still not ready for you to put your dick in my pussy, but…”
“But what?”
“But, I’m ready for you to put your dick in my butt.”
Kevin’s eyes boggled. “Jeez! Now?”
“Now. I want your piss boner in my ass, right now.”
Kevin was at a loss for words, but his dick twitched under the blanket.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Cassie smirked. She laid the orange towel on the bed, then whipped her sweatshirt over her head and flung it across the room, revealing her pert tits, erect nipples, and smooth tummy. She got on all fours and then reached back, rubbing the sudsy soap bar all along her crack and jamming the corner into her asshole and twisting it around.
“Holy shit,” Kevin whispered as he sat up and watched her.
“Hopefully not,” Cassie giggled. “I just took a big shit to clear out some space. It should be open seas for you, matey.” She flicked her eyes behind her. “So let’s set off on our maiden voyage, shall we?”
Kevin positioned himself behind Cassie with his knees between hers, and rubbed the head of his cock along her soapy crevice.
Cassie looked over her shoulder. “Take it slowly at first, but once the head is in, it’ll be smooth sailing.” She cocked one eyebrow before continuing. “I’ve been, uh, sounding the depths on my own.”
Kevin nodded solemnly and followed orders. He spread Cassie’s cheeks apart with his hands and placed the tip of his dick against her captain’s wheel, then eased forward until the crown was nestled behind her sphincter.
“Ooh,” Cassie huffed. “You’re doing great. Now dive to six fathoms,” she tittered.
Kevin sank his cock all the way into Cassie’s uncharted waters with a long groan.
“How does it feel, Kev?”
“It’s amazing, Cass, but I really have to pee.”
“Well, that’s the idea, silly,” Cassie replied playfully, then her voice sank to a throaty whisper. “I want you to pee inside me.”
“Holy effing shit,” Kevin exhaled in amazement, then gained control of himself. “All right, Cass, you want this?”
“Yes, I want this. I want you to piss in my ass!”
“You really want it?”
“Yes! Yes, I want it!”
“Are you sure?”
“Goddamnit!” Cassie roared. “Piss in my fucking ass, sailor; that’s an order!”
“Aye, aye, cap’n!” Kevin barked, burying himself in her bunghole and plunging his cock into her briny deep. He closed his eyes and let go, filling Cassie’s capacious colon with his boiling bladderful of bilge. Cassie shuddered with excitement as she felt the hot pee enema filling her hold.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpered, burying her face into the pillow.
“Oh damn, Cassie!” Kevin groaned as he continued to drain the Spanish Main into her anus.
After half a minute, Kevin finished and his dick began shriveling up. “Cass, I think I’d better pull out; I’m afraid the hull might spring a leak.”
“All right, fine,” Cassie pouted as Kevin popped his prick out, leaking a small amount of pee onto her prim pussy. “Can you portage me into the kitchen? I think I need to open the locks and drain my canal into the sink.”
“Aye, aye, cap’n,” Kevin said softly, kissing Cassie’s shoulder and hopping off the bed. Scooping her up into his arms, he carried her to the kitchen and gently sat her on the edge of the zinc countertop with her ass hanging over the sink, which was cast iron coated with porcelain enamel.
“Yipe!” Cassie yelped. “That’s cold.”
Kevin stood in front of her and held her at the waist with both hands, licking and sucking her pretty titties while Cassie fidgeted and squirmed.
Kevin looked up and said with a nipple in his mouth, “Problems?”
“It’s a really weird feeling, having to piss out of my ass.”
“Well, I’ll close my eyes and give you some privacy,” Kevin offered as he went back to licking Cassie’s ripe tits.
Cassie closed her eyes as well, and finally let go. The hot liquid tickled her sensitive rectum as it gushed out, and the piquant odor stung their nostrils. “Mmm,” Cassie sighed as she opened her eyes and rolled them into the back of her head, her lower eyelids fluttering. “Eau de toilette. Looove it.”
“Peace and love, baby,” Kevin murmured as he nuzzled Cassie’s chest. “Peace and love.”
“Piss and love,” Cassie corrected him with a laugh, then booped him on the nose. “Now if you can hoist the mainsail again, sailor, I’d like you to shoot a cannonade of cum into my ass.”
“Aye, aye, cap’n!”
☮☮☮
Thursday, August 29, 1968
Dear Mamó,
Well, today’s my birthday! Sweet nineteen and never been kissed, haha. Tonight will be my last night in the cabin before I have to drive back down to Cambridge and start school again. I love it here and wish I never had to leave. I know, I know—I can’t just hide out here while the rest of the world burns. The Russians invaded their “ally” Czechoslovakia last week, France detonated an H-bomb over the weekend, and I heard on the radio that last night the Chicago police and National Guard were tear-gassing demonstrators while the Democrats nominated Humphrey. What a mess! As I start my sophomore year, I hope I can use what I’m learning to bring good to the world, not contribute to this ongoing clusterf—.
Kevin arranged to knock off work early today so we can celebrate; of course, I’ll give you all the juicy details in tomorrow’s letter. That will be the last letter postmarked Center Ossipee, unfortunately, but I’ll keep writing every day when I’m back at school. I think it’s pretty special that I can keep a diary and have someone actually read it and write back!
Love,
Cassie ♡
Cassie sat back in her chair and sighed, thinking about all the lasts that were quickly approaching: the last morning watching the sun rise over the lake, the last drive into town to see Charlie and Gladys, the last goodbye kiss with Kevin… On the other hand, she considered, there were some lasts that she wouldn’t miss: the last time crapping in that vile outhouse, for instance. And of course, there was a first she was looking forward to that night.
As she had done every day of the summer excepting Sundays, Cassie slid behind the wheel of her VW Beetle and drove into town, pulling up in front of the store and cutting the engine. Loping up the steps, she opened the screen door and heard it slam! behind her. She cocked her ear like a dog, trying to identify the source of her unease. Aha, she snapped her fingers as she approached the counter. No creak.
“Charlie, did you oil the door hinges?”
“Ayuh, I sprayed ‘em with dubbaya-dee-fawty,” Charlie confirmed.
Cassie thought for a second, converting his New Hampsha Yankee dialect into Standard American English. “WD-40,” she translated. “I dunno, Charlie, the creaky door seemed like a good early warning system,” she added with a sly grin. “So you don’t get caught with your pants down.”
Charlie gurgled a phlegmy laugh. “You may be right, Miss Cassie. You may be right.” He had a habit of making his declaratory statements twice.
“Still thinking about my cum-covered tits while you jack off every night?”
“Ayuh,” Charlie admitted with a bashful smile. “Yaws, yuh grammaw’s, Maureen O’Hara’s…”
“Who’s she?”
“Any damn fool knows Maureen O’Hara! The actress with the red haih? The Queen of Technicullah?”
“Boy, Charlie,” Cassie laughed. “You sure have a thing for Irish chicks, don’t you?”
Charlie shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.
“Well, here, take another look,” Cassie told him as she pulled her t-shirt up to her sternum, revealing her small but succulent tits. “I’m leaving town tomorrow, so you’d better get it while you can.”
Charlie drank in the sight, registering it in his memory banks for the next thirty years, while Cassie peeked over her shoulder to make sure no customers were silently approaching.
After a moment, Cassie slowly lowered her shirt again, her eyes twinkling.
Charlie sighed. “Leavin’ tomorrow, yuh say. Big plans fuh tonight?”
“Yep,” Cassie replied. “Today happens to be my birthday; Kevin’s coming over for dinner, uh, supper.” Cassie had learned that suppah was what you ate every night; dinnah was served on Sunday afternoon, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. “And then after that…” Cassie cast a conspiratorial glance each way before stage whispering “…I’m going to fuck him. First time,” she added, holding up one finger.
Charlie coughed out another gurgling laugh. “Well, good fuh you, Miss Cassie. I’m shaw that will be quite a sight.”
“That it will, Charlie,” Cassie giggled as she imitated his speech pattern. “That it will.”
Cassie turned to leave, then as she reached the door, she stopped in thought, wrinkling her brow. “Say, what time do you close, Charlie?”
“Six o’clock shahp.”
“Huh,” Cassie replied casually. “That’s right around when we’ll be finishing our supper.”
At the post office, Cassie waved hello to Gladys, who was busy with another customer, then slid her letter through the out-of-town mail slot and left again. Upon returning to the cabin, she puttered around restlessly, tidying up the kitchen area, folding and refolding blankets, sweeping the floor, glancing at the clock. Around 4:15, she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Ugh!” she groused. “I need to relax.” She stormed into the bedroom and changed into her green bikini, then got out her stash of grass and rolled a small joint. Grabbing a towel and a book of matches, she headed out to the back deck and descended the wooden stairs to the water. She tossed the towel on a rock and stood and stretched in the sun like a cat, then lit her joint and took a deep drag. The faint sound of shrieks carried over the water. Shading her eyes with her hand, she could make out a canoe being rocked from side to side in the middle of the lake. Exhaling, she blew a plume of smoke that hung in front of her face for a moment before dissipating.
All the summer camps had closed the previous weekend and the children had gone home. Kevin had been busy shuttering windows and draining water lines, buttoning up the camps for winter. There was plenty to keep him occupied this week, but he would have a lot more free time on his hands after tomorrow, Cassie noted with a pang in her heart as she took another hit and held it in her lungs. Stubbing out the joint on the rock, she blew out the smoke and watched through the haze as the canoe capsized and the shrieking was replaced by thumping and splashing.
Cassie waded into the water until it was up to her neck. Pulling her feet up and treading water with her arms, Cassie turned to look at the cabin. It wasn’t beautiful, but it had become home to her. She had visited it once before, when she was eight or nine years old, but she hadn’t paid it much attention. But now, even that creepy, disgusting outhouse carried fond memories. “Pee on me, Kevin! Get it on my face!” Cassie reminisced with a wistful smile. Turning back to face the lake, she saw that the seafarers had managed to right their ship and begun swimming to the opposite shore with their stricken vessel in tow.
Figuring that it might be her last chance, Cassie stood on the lake bed, then pulled her bikini bottom to the side and closed her eyes. With a groan of pleasure, she peed in the water, reveling in the warm cloud of urine that enveloped her. “Ooh,” she giggled aloud as she began treading water again. “I think I might be getting stoned.” The bright sky illuminated her eyelids to a pink so intense that it exploded and turned black.
“Cassie!”
Cassie’s eyes opened slowly and she paddled her arms lazily to turn herself back towards the shore. Kevin was standing on the strip of sand at the waterline, shielding his eyes from the glittering surface.
“Oh, hey, Kev.”
“Should I come in and join you?”
Sure, if you want. I haven’t been out here too long. Oh, and there’s a J on the rock there.”
Kevin lit the joint and took a couple of tokes before setting it down again. He shucked off his t-shirt and undid his belt as Cassie put her feet down again, settling in to enjoy the show. He held up one finger—hang on a minute—while he bent down and unlaced his All Stars. Removing his shoes and socks, he stood up again and resumed his striptease performance, unzipping his fly and pulling down his Levi’s to reveal his plaid boxer shorts.
“Woohoo!” Cassie hooted, splashing the water.
Kevin grabbed the joint and took another hit, then turned his back, glanced over his shoulder with a rakish grin, and whipped his boxers down to expose his white ass.
“Careful, you’re gonna blind me with that glare!” Cassie catcalled.
Wriggling his feet free of his remaining clothes, Kevin turned and displayed his cock to Cassie and anyone else who might have happened to be on the lake. He took one more hit off the joint, then began stroking his cock in full view.
“Jiminy Crickets, get in the water!” Cassie laughed.
Kevin tossed the roach, then splashed in and dove under the water, resurfacing in front of Cassie and shaking his wet hair out of his face.
“Oh, I, uh, just peed…
