Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: Not With My Daughter!  
Part: 21
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie and friend Barbara begin to enjoy their French vacation
while Brenda gets attention from her young suitors.
Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibition, b+/g, MF

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at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so.  Similarity to
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Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it
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This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My
Daughter!, Parts 2-20" which can be found at "Spunk's Place", see at
bottom.


Not With My Daughter!  Part 21
by Spunk N. Wagnels


"Hey Barb, what are you doing awake so early?"  Marnie asked noticing the
time, 6:30. 

"I'm sorry Marnie, I didn't mean for you to have to wake up too.  I just
couldn't sleep any more."  Barbara said. 

"What's wrong?  Didn't yesterday's event take the load off your shoulders?"
Marnie asked. 

"Yes, thank you.  I feel better about all of that."  Barbara said. "It's
just that I am feeling strange down, ah, well you know, down here and
here."  She said, referring to her crotch and rear holes. 

"Felling kind of stretched, worked over, a little tender, maybe even a
little itchy?  Tension building up because you can't do much directly about
it?"  Marnie asked knowingly.  Barbara nodded embarrassed. "I've got that
too.  Maybe today, certainly tomorrow, we are going to have the hornies
real bad."  Barbara looked on worried as Marnie continued.  "That's what I
was telling you about.  What happened to us was like pulling that train
thing.  A thorough work over down there can have a profound effect on your
sex drive.  That's why I was asking if you thought you could handle the
tiger." 

"What do you do about it?"  Barbara asked meekly. 

"We're gonna have to feed the tiger, Babe.  That's all there is to it."
Marnie said with authority. 

"Oh my god, how am I going to do that?  George is thousands of miles away."
Barbara exclaimed with panic. 

"Well, it's not like this place is without its possibilities."  Marnie
offered. 

"What are you saying?" 

"Well, let's just get up, be first in line for breakfast, and join some of
the sporting events.  We can attack it from the standpoint of getting
ourselves exhausted first."  Marnie directed. 

"Okay."  Barbara responded tentatively. 

***** 

"Hey Paul, where have you been."  Brad said, referring to the time 9:45. 

"Hi Brenda.  I got a little tied up.  I'm glad you waited."  Paul
explained. 

"Are you sure this is going to be okay?"  Brenda asked. 

"We won't be able to stay very long, because if someone stops and looks in,
they will see us if they stand over there."  Paul warned. "I don't think
our dad would appreciate our doing this behind his back."  Brad nodded his
concordance. 

They went over to the machine and Paul turned it on.  He leaned on a
counter and smiled at Brenda as the machine got itself up to speed. "I hope
you still like me after you see what is on those pictures. They are more
than snapshots."  Brenda warned. 

"You've had me dreaming about them, ever since you asked me to do this
earlier today."  Paul said. 

"Looks like it's ready."  Brenda pointed out to the distracted Paul. 

As the first pictures started to roll out, they all squeezed in tight to
see.  Jimmy had trouble getting a view so Brenda took batches and handed
them to him.  "Why do we need four copies of each shot?"  Jimmy asked. 

"We all get a set, don't we?"  Paul responded. 

"Yeah, we're all partners remember?"  Brad reminded. 

Brenda glanced down and smiled to herself when she noticed the bulge Paul
was adjusting in his pants on the sly.  Jimmy was in seventh heaven not
only because he had new pictures for his book, but also that everyone acted
as if they liked his photography, the real appreciation being somewhat lost
on him. 

"Golly, Brenda.  You had sex with yourself in front of Jimmy?"  Paul asked,
as the dildo shots started rolling off. 

"Cool!"  Brad added. 

"Well, yes.  We were following the action on a video."  Brenda said, now
embarrassed with Paul saying it out loud.  "It is a natural thing. Why
shouldn't he be able to see it?"  She added defensively. 

"Yeah!  We were being professional.  Right Brenda?"  Jimmy voiced up in her
defense. 

"I don't know, it's just that we could all get in trouble from these, I
think."  Paul said. 

"If everyone keeps the partnership quiet and the pictures private, what
could go wrong, right?"  Brad asked. 

"So Brenda, you got a boyfriend or what?"  Paul asked. 

"No one special, how about you?"  Brenda replied. 

"Yeah, he's got one.  Miss Prissy.  If she ever saw these, she'd bust a
gasket."  Brad interrupted. 

"I suppose I do.  Her name is Donna, but I've been thinking about cutting
it off."  Paul said sheepishly. 

"Are you sure?  I wouldn't want to be responsible for any trouble in your
situation, after you have been so nice to help us out."  Brenda said
flirtatiously. 

"When are you through looking after Jimmy here?"  Paul asked. 

"The Crandels get back in tomorrow night.  We have to pick them up at
5:30."  Brenda explained. 

"What are you doing after that?"  Paul probed. 

"My mom is overseas, and my dad is home alone, so I guess I could do just
about anything I wanted." 

"Would you like to get together later on Sunday evening?"  Paul asked. 

"Sure that would be okay.  Call me at Crandel's tomorrow."  Brenda said. 

Jimmy and Brad were busy dividing up the pictures in equal piles while
Brenda and Paul talked.  "Well that's it."  Paul finally said.  "Time to
get the hell out of here." 

"Hey Jimmy, is it okay if I spend the night?  Brad asked outside the shop. 

Jimmy wanted a valid reason to say "no" to come to him.  Short of that, he
wanted Brenda to say "No" for him.  He was looking forward to having time
with her alone.  He looked at Brenda hoping she would save him, while
trying to appear to Brad that he was advocating for it to happen.  Brenda
was not happy about Brad inviting himself over, nor the extra
responsibility, but offered,  "If you mind me and do exactly as I say, when
I say it, no fuss, no argument, I guess it would be okay.  Just remember,
if you don't mind me, I'll take you home right away.  Is that agreeable to
you?" 

"Cool.  Yeah you can be the boss again."  He conceded. 

Jimmy was disappointed, but as long as Brenda and Brad were at peace,
"things might be fun." He thought. 

Once back at the house Brad asked, "Can we watch that video you guys were
talking about?" 

"Which video, the ones we modeled or the one we made of the modeling."
Jimmy said, not realizing he was spilling beans. 

"You two made a video?"  Brad said enthusiastically.  "Let's see that." 

"Jimmy."  Brenda said sounding disappointed in him.  Jimmy looked sorry for
letting it out.  "You've seen the pictures.  It's the same thing." 

"No it's not the same.  I am a partner that couldn't be there for the
shoot.  You have a video of the shoot right?  Well, this gives me a chance
to be part of the shoot."  He argued. 

"That score was settled at the mall, remember?  You had me naked in public.
That was a big price to let you in on this."  Brenda argued back.  Then she
called his bluff,  "If you see the video, you see me naked more times than
is necessary, so the only way you can even it out is if you watch it
naked."  She offered, thinking it was an offer he would have to refuse. 

"Sure, no problem, Jimmy go get the tape."  Brad said, to Brenda's shock,
as he began unbuttoning his shirt. 

Jimmy ran upstairs and brought down the camera, which he plugged into the
television.  Brad sat on the couch with his hands over his crotch as the
tape began.  Jimmy monitored Brenda and Brad's reaction to each other.
Brenda was not getting the level of humiliation and embarrassment from Brad
that she would have hoped for.  "So Brad, why don't you take your hands
away, it's not being truly naked if you keep parts of you covered up." 

Brad slowly and sheepishly put his hands at his sides.  He was starting to
get pubic hair and his cock and balls were already maturing.  He tried to
watch the video, but Brenda kept on distracting him.  "Nice equipment you
are starting to get there."  She said, to get a reaction from him.  "What's
that I see, is it straightening out? Is it coming to attention?"  She began
taking off her blouse.  "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"  She said.
"Jimmy, you may get that lesson you've been waiting for, tonight," She
said, removing her clothes down to just her bra and panties.  "Jimmy, why
don't you 
advance that tape to some free space, and let's make some more video, an
instructional video." 

Jimmy did as Brenda suggested.  Brad was turning red.  He was fixated on
the sensuous movements of Brenda's body as she moved around him on the
couch, gliding an index finger around his face and up and down his arms and
his legs.  His cock was fully engorged and he wanted someone, something to
touch it.  Despite the embarrassment of his situation, he wasn't about to
touch it himself in front of Brenda.  Jimmy had run for the tripod while
the tape was advancing.  When he was all set up, Brad was positioned
mortified in the middle of the couch, practically sitting on his hands to
avoid the urge to touch his penis and end the frustration and tension built
up in his groin. 

When Jimmy gave Brenda the sign that he was ready to roll, Brenda gave him
a nod and began to speak when she saw the red light,  "We are here on the
set of JimBren Instructional Video Enterprises, hey Jimmy that spells
'JIVE", . . . bringing you today the lesson on 'Young Male Sexual
Function'.  Meet our subject Brad."  Brenda was narrating as she signaled
Jimmy in for a close up of Brad on the couch.  "As you can see, Brad has
the common condition in young boys called a 'boner'. Brad would you like to
say anything to the audience?" 

Brad looked up at the camera meekly, forced a shy smile, and gave a feeble
wave.  "Brad here likes to touch peoples' crotches, I know. Most of all, he
likes to touch his own, but we'll get to that later." 

"No."  Brad protested, but went immediately back to smiling for the camera.

"The first part of this lesson is exploring the sensitivities of the male
reproductive organs."  Brenda said sidesaddling up to him on the couch and
pointed as she narrated.  "First we have the nipples here. They are
sensitive and can give both pleasure and pain due to this sensitivity.  See
here."  She coaxed them erect, and then she pinched and twisted them. 

"Ouch!  What are you doing?"  Brad said angrily. 

"See what I mean?  They are very sensitive and often overlooked on the male
animal.  Next we have the penis.  Yes this stiff appendage poking out at
you here."  She said touching the very tip with the pad of her index
finger.  Then she traced her finger down the underside to his balls, which
she hefted and held to the camera in her open hand.  "It is attached by
tubing inside to these called testicles or balls or nuts, whatever.  These
hold what will make this boy a man.  Why these sensitive numbers are on the
outside, we'll never know."  She flicked a finger into one of them.  Both
Brad and Jimmy winced in pain.  "You see, they are the weakest link in the
male body."  Brad sat with his eyes rolled back under closed lids to will
away the pain, breathing deeply, not breaking from his position sitting on
his hands.  "But, they can also be the seat of intense pleasure, you see."
She said as she started to gently and sensuously massage the danglers.
"Now for some demonstrations of the pleasure zones."  She said, then to
Brad she instructed,  "slouch down and let those knees hang apart."  She
reinforced her stage direction by placing his feet apart. 

Brenda walked around the room picking up things after telling Jimmy to
pause the camera.  Brad was content to wait in position and merely
following her movements around the room with his eyes as much as he could.
She left briefly to the kitchen and returned with several items she kept
hidden behind her back.  "Okay Jimmy, you can roll again."  Then to the
camera, "Okay Ladies and Gentlemen, it is all about touch.  Not touch as in
'touch something to it' like this."  She said as she pulled out a
fly-swatter and placed it both as a pointer and as a toucher, partly on his
balls, but mostly on his cock.  "Does that do anything for you?"  She asked
Brad.  He was actually excited by the whole thing.  "Well I guess a little,
but a sudden touch like this," she swatted his balls and the underside of
his penis, "is definitely out."  Brad leaned forward making an "O" with his
mouth. "It's really about touch with movement to create friction."  She
said moving the swatter up and down over the area, bringing Brad's
enthusiasm back. 

Brenda then chose a glass egg from Mrs. Crandel's crystal collection. "Now
the touch can be too hard like this."  She said as she rolled the heavy egg
around the area, causing Brad to wince each time it pressured his own eggs.
"Or it can be too light, like this."  She said as she took a feather duster
to it.  This she kept up to torment him, to make him beg for relief.  Brad
lurched his hips up into the duster in futile attempts at increasing the
pressure and sensation. Finally, when he was sweating, and precum was
apparent, she said, "Then there are his fingers, which are just right." 

She took his hand from under his butt and placed it on his cock.  He was
mortified.  He was embarrassed.  He was about to go insane from needing to
relieve himself.  "Now there are two ways to get relief in this situation.
You can start to rub it like Brad is about to do, or you can just cut the
problem off with something like this."  She said brandishing a chef's knife
from the kitchen for the camera. 

That was all the incentive bread needed.  He started wanking his cock, with
the camera rolling, oblivious eventually to it and the others in the room.
Brenda sat beside him and nonchalantly held a tray of butter, in case he
wanted some.  He was about to cum, opened his eyes, and without skipping
beats, absentmindedly grabbed some butter and slicked up just in time to
erupt a young horny lad's rope of cum at the camera, almost hitting it. 

Several lurches later, Jimmy exclaimed,  "Ooooo Brad, what a mess!" 

Then Brenda placed herself in front of the camera again.  "And there you
have it, that's the way it is done, the young man sexual response right
before your very eyes."  Then she stepped out of the camera's way again to
allow Jimmy to capture a closing shot of Brad dazed and confused on the
couch.  "Cut."  Brenda finally said.  "It's a wrap." 

She sat next to Brad and patted his leg.  "You're star material, great job.
Now why don't you take a shower and get ready for bed.  I'll see if there
are any bedclothes you'll be able to borrow.  Jimmy, I think it is time for
us to get ready for bed too.  Why don't you go take your bath."  She said
with a wink.  "I'll be up to help if you need it." 

While Jimmy drew the bath and brushed his teeth, Brenda looked and found
some pajamas of Mr. Crandel's and took them to the shower, but Brad wasn't
there.  She went back down stairs and found him huddled up in a fetal
position fast asleep, so she took a clean sheet and a couple of blankets
and covered him up for the night.  When she got back up to the bathroom,
Jimmy was stepping in.  "Does my favorite young man to sit for, need any
help?" 

"I sure do.  Tonight I think I need help all over." 

Brenda took off her bra and panties and stepped into the tub.  "What about
Brad?"  Jimmy asked. 

"Fast asleep downstairs, I'm afraid."  Brenda related. 

Jimmy beamed as Brenda was on hands and knees facing him, reaching out with
a washcloth to wash him starting at the neck.  Jimmy went straight for the
jets on the Jacuzzi.  "You devil you."  Brenda said surprised but pleased.
She was making little pretense now about wanting to stay in the path of the
jet aimed at her nether region. She closed her eyes, dropped her head, and
when Jimmy started to play with her nipples with his toes, she did nothing
to stop him.  She reared her head on occasion, and on one such moment,
Jimmy slid forward, put his shoulder up under her chin and locked in his
neck to her neck, as he rested his head on her shoulder.  With her heavy
breathing, he cupped his hands on her hanging breasts.  As her chest
heaved, he stroked her nipples as they pressed into his fingers.  He took
one hand and reached down along her cleavage trying to reach the curly
hairs he had stroked the day before.  Brenda's hips were moving and jutting
back into the jet so much, that he couldn't quite reach his mark, so he
amused himself by gliding his straight arm back and forth across her
breasts and stomach.  Brenda was now undulating. Jimmy couldn't keep
constant contact with her front, so he contented himself with just holding
on to her nipples while she went through the throes of her orgasm. 

He found himself supporting her listless head on his shoulder; then he
started to realize that she was sobbing.  Jimmy moved his head away, held
her by the shoulders and said earnestly,  "Brenda I'm really sorry.  I
didn't mean to hurt you.  Really I didn't." 

Brenda pulled herself together to sidle up close to hug him, "Jimmy, you
didn't do anything wrong, you're sweet to me.  I don't think you could ever
hurt me.  It's just me; I'm the one who is wrong.  I hope some day I'll be
forgiven." 

"Brenda, you're my angel you don't need to be forgiven, you're the best." 

"Thank you Jimmy.  Let's get you to bed." 

"Are you going to make me start off in my own bed again tonight?" Jimmy
asked. 

"Kinda silly hunh.  We both know where you are going to end up, don't we." 

Jimmy nodded with a smile. 

"You hop into bed.  I've got to check in with my dad on the phone and clean
up that mess on the carpet before it's totally dry." 

***** 

"The food is good around here don't you think?"  Marnie asked. 

"I'm so hungry today, I feel like I haven't eaten in a week."  Barbara
replied. 

"So there are two ways we could go.  We could take the boat to organized
games on another island, or we could just put in our own workout here with
swimming, tennis, and who knows."  Marnie offered from the booklet. 

"Let's do the organized games for today, and then workout on our own
tomorrow.  Does that sound okay to you Marn?" 

"Works for me."  Marnie replied.  "So what do you think about these
costumes we're given to wear?" 

"The good thing is that we don't have to compete for attention with our
clothes.  Somehow it is more natural this way.  The bad thing is that the
only avenue left to play with is how we wear them to reveal more to the
eye."  Barbara said. 

"The way I see this place is, that it's patronized by pretty uninhibited
people in the first place, given the costumes, the fantasy offerings, the
open and friendliness of the other guests.  If you wanted to go around buck
nekked, it would pass here."  Marnie said. "Let's take a better look at
this brochure. . . Hmmm, says here there are two levels of participation,
Class A and Class B.  We must have missed that part in the orientation." 

"What's the difference?"  Barbara asked. 

"Well the Class A involvement includes all levels of participation, which
is a different level of games, soirees, and some fantasy packages are not
available to Class B participants. 

"What does it cost for the Class A participation?"  Barbara asked. 

"There's no cost, just a medical exam."  Marnie reported.  "With a Clean
Health Certificate, we get access to all events.  We just need to report to
the medical office.  No appointments necessary, apparently, shall we?" 

"Sure, why not.  If it opens up more options, then we will have more
choices, right?"  Barbara suggested. 

At the medical office, they were greeted warmly and only had to wait five
minutes before they were led to examining rooms.  The usual vital signs
were measured, blood was taken and each received a thorough gynecological
exam looking for warts, lesions, etc., including sensitivity testing in the
area.  Marnie asked,  "What is this all for?" 

The Dr. replied,  "It is for your protection.  All participants at the
Class A level are free of all known STD's and other communicable diseases,
as best as we can determine.  If you want to have relations with anyone
while you are here, your best bet is to be sure they are Class A with a
CHC, or you run greater risks." 

"When will we know your findings?"  Marnie asked. 

"What are you doing today?" 

"We are taking the outing boat to the Island Games." 

"We'll be able to let you know by then.  Everything looks good so far.
Subject to the serum tests, I'm sure you are a Class A participant." 

Marnie thanked the doctor and met Barbara in the reception area. Walking
back to their room Barbara asked,  "Did you find out what this is all
about?" 

"Yeah, it's a determination of our fuckability." 

"Marnie!" 

"Sorry.  Basically, if we plan to do anything extracurricular, we need to
make sure it is with a Class A guest." 

"I don't plan to cheat on George here." 

"It also affects the groups we can join and fantasy packages we can take
advantage of."  Marnie explained. 

"Oh, okay."  Barbara said. 

"Why don't we get some sun before the boat leaves." 

"I'm game."  Barbara said. 

"Shhh, don't let any sex crazed hunters around here hear you say that."
Marnie said jokingly. 

"Marnie, you're getting pretty horny, aren't you?" 

"It's been setting in.  I'm afraid you're going to be next." 

"I know.  The Dr.'s probing down there almost made me have an orgasm right
there in the stirrups."  Barbara confessed. 

"Barb, guess what.  I did." 

"Oh my god, wasn't that embarrassing for you?"  Barbara asked 

"Yes, but I know that we are going to have to get it where and whenever we
can, or we're going to go nuts."  Marnie advised. 

"Marnie, you're scaring me." 

"Don't worry Barb, I'll look after you." 

***** 

"Aren't you asleep yet?"  Brenda asked. 

"I was waiting for you."  Jimmy replied. 

"Now I promised your folks you would get plenty of sleep."  Brenda said, as
she was getting ready for bed. 

"Are you soft on Paul?"  Jimmy asked. 

"He's handsome and seems nice.  He's older than I am, and he's got a job.
These are all good points in my book."  Brenda replied. 

"Will you still like me if you start going out with him steady?" Jimmy
asked sadly. 

Before Brenda could get something on, she decided he needed a hug and
climbed into bed,  "Jimmy, you're always going to be a special person in my
life, no matter who I am dating, okay?"  She said while hugging him tight
to her body. 

"I love you Brenda."  Jimmy said teary-eyed, hugging her back. 

"That goes back from me to you."  Brenda said, holding him close until they
were both asleep. 

***** 

"You know, it said on the tags that these are those suits that tan you
right through them."  Barbara said, as they lay down by the long meandering
pool. 

"That is how you explain the fact that you get home without any tan lines,
or haven't you noticed that we're practically the only broads pool-side
with our tops still on."  Marnie said. 

"Now that you point that out, it makes me feel kind of like on the plane.
I guess I'm taking mine off."  Barbara said as she pulled the top off over
her head. 

"Keeping right with you Barb."  Marnie said doing the same.  "You see what
I was telling you about this place, half of the men and women don't have
their bottoms on either.  That's Europe for you.  I'm losing mine, rather
than go through the agony of debating it.  I'd probably lose the bottoms
eventually anyway."  Marnie added, removing her bikini bottoms. 

"Okay, you win, I'm going for it too."  Barbara said, removing her bottoms
stealthily, not wanting anyone to notice. 

Helping each other with the tanning lotion was a new thing for each of them
and their relationship.  Although both of them would do anything for the
other, applying lotion to the other's body, when they weren't wearing a
suit, somehow brought the relationship to a new level.  As they sat back,
Marnie noticed some men looking at them and talking to each other.  She
tried to scope them out behind her sunglasses to see if she would even
entertain any advance they may make.  "Hey Barb," she was saying softly,
"incoming torpedoes at two o'clock to your right." 

"What?. . ."  Barbara sat up and looked around.  One of the men smiled at
her when he thought she was looking at him.  "Marnie!  I think those guys
are coming over." 

"Yeah, be cool." 

"Marnie!  We're Married." 

"Yeah, and horny too." 

"Marnie, what's gotten into you?  You've changed.  You've changed a lot.
It's that Larcher guy isn't it?"  Barbara said, then went red, realizing
she may be letting it out that she knew more about the blackmailing from
Larcher than Marnie thought she had known. 

Marnie's reverie as a horny single girl was shattered by Barbara's
question.  "What are you talking about?"  She asked buying time to
inventory her defenses. 

"Oh nothing.  I just mean that you have been making a lot of changes over
this summer, and the only thing that I can tell that I'm out of the loop on
is that guy Larcher, that's all." 

"Why would you think of Larcher on the other side of the world like that?
My idea of a vacation is not to have to think about the likes of a low life
like him." 

"Well, he is partly the reason we are here, he sure had a hand in the
events at Roger's party, and you told me the night of the contest not to
ever mess with him.  It just seemed . . ."

"Hello Ladies."  One of the two suitors broke in. 

The ladies shielded their eyes and looked up at the silhouettes of two well
proportioned men in their thirties standing before them. "Hello."  Marnie
said back. 

"Are you ladies about ready for a dip in the water?"  The second one said.
"My name is Henri and this is Claude.  We were hoping we could persuade you
two to join us for a tour of the pool. 

"Barb?"  Marnie asked awaiting Barbara's answer.  Barbara took the man's
hand and stood up.  "I guess we are."  Marnie said doing the same. 

The men wore nothing but a necklace with a shimmering emerald colored disk.
They eased themselves into the water.  It was just cool enough for the
balmy heat of the air.  "Let's head down this way first." Henri suggested.
The quartet swim-walked down the narrow pool until they came to a section
with a sign saying, "Swim under to your right to pass."  What they were
being detoured from was the end of a long meandering slide through lush
tropical plantings and rockwork that emptied the rider into a widened
section of the pool at that point. As they swam a little further, they came
up to a bar in a cave cut into the side of the pool where the swimmer could
sit on stools in the water and have their drinks at a counter just above
the water. 

"Will you join us in a beverage?"  Claude asked. 

"I don't think we should, this early in the day."  Barbara said. 

"You're on vacation right?  I can understand not doing it regularly at
home, but if you were ever to do it, it would be here at a place like this,
right?"  Claude retorted. 

"Marnie?"  Barbara asked to see if she was going to. 

"Sure, we'll join you."  Marnie said. 

They got their drinks and Marnie asked,  "So, you men are fit, what exactly
do you do?" 

"We're in 'international relations'."  Henri said, which seemed to satisfy
Barbara. 

Marnie, however, was more insistent,  "What does that mean, exactly, the
State Department of your country or what?" 

"Think of it like public relations, but more one on one, rather than for
the masses."  Henri replied. 

Marnie decided to go for more clarity later, if she was interested in them
further.  But, she was still curious about the green disks on the
necklaces.  "Why are you both wearing the same green medallions around your
necks?" 

"That is a sign that we have submitted to the CHC exam and passed." Henri
said with an expression that could be likened to a knowing wink. "How about
you two?  Are you planning on doing it?" 

"Oh, I get it.  You're Class A guests here.  We've been through it and
should hear in, gosh, an hour or so.  We're going to have to cut this short
in a few minutes.  I didn't realize the time." 

"What are you ladies planning?"  Henri asked. 

"We have to make the Island Games Boat pretty soon."  Marnie said. 

"We do too, right Claude?"  Henri said. 

"Right."  Claude said smiling at Barbara. 

Back at the room Marnie and Barbara debriefed the encounter.  "Marnie, we
were one-on-one naked with a couple of handsome strangers and I didn't
flinch." 

"You're coming along girl."  Marnie said. 

"What do you really think they are all about?"  Barbara asked. 

"They weren't specific and were responding in code, I think.  Let's see,
"international relations" and "public relations one-on-one".  My guess is
that if they don't ask us for money, then they are hired by the resort to
keep the unaccompanied ladies happy."  Marnie surmised. 

"Do you think they would do that here?"  Barbara asked 

"I wouldn't put anything past this place.  Too bad if they are, though, I'd
like to think the young bucks were attracted to us for us and not our
possible money or their paycheck."  Marnie replied. 

"I would have thought you'd come out saying just the opposite, that we
could have fun with good looking hunks, and not have to carry any of it
home as baggage."  Barbara stated. 

"I like the way you are starting to think Barb, because frankly, I could
use some kind of action between my legs at this point, how about you?" 

"It is starting to get to me too and I'm getting worried." 

"This is the place to have that problem, if there ever was one." Marnie
said. 

There was a knock at the door and they were greeted by a young man who
asked them their names to make sure he had the right room.  Then he
attached the CHC necklaces with tamperproof latches to prevent them from
being transferred.  "I'd give you a tip, but they have our money locked
up."  Marnie said to the man. 

"No need Ma'am, there is no tipping, they just want you to enjoy
yourselves.  Bon jour."  He said before leaving. 

Marnie and Barbara had to look at the other's necklace because the chain
was so snug.  They looked at each other, smiled, and high-fived in
celebration. 

They put on their suits, a floral wrap-a-round sarong, and a beach robe
provided for the short boat ride.  On the boat, Henri and Claude said "Hi"
but were equally occupied with other guests.  One man in particular,
however, on the trip, was constantly staring at Barbara. He tried smiling
when her eyes met his, but she was too embarrassed to reciprocate. 

When they arrived at the island, a lady holding a clipboard and four
strapping young men all in Speedos greeted them.  "Welcome," the lady said,
"to island games.   This is a Class A events day. Anybody, who is here by
mistake, please see me after introductions." 

After introductions of the staff, the group was led to a beach set up with
a bar, chairs, and various apparatus along a leveled stretch of sand.  They
were encouraged to get something to drink to have plenty of fluids in their
bodies for the fun and games.  The choices, however, were alcoholic
beverages, unless someone would like plain tomato, pineapple, or orange
juice, milk, tonic, club soda, or seltzer water.  Everyone began with a
mixed drink, for what would turn out to be a drunken orgy. 

The activities started out with relay races to build camaraderie and to get
the juices flowing.  One of the first was a bat race. Contestants were to
run a stretch of beach, take a shot of tequila, pick up a bat, stand it on
it's end, place their forehead on the handle and run around in a circle
three times, drop it, then run back to the end of the line.  After the
second round, the staff started pulling down the suits on the people who
still had them on.  By the time this event was through, nobody seemed to
care that they were without their suits. 

The over and under passing the large water balloon was arousing, maybe more
for the staff than the participants, because the lewd display of breasts
when women passed the floppy balloon back over their heads and back between
their legs alternately was quite a sight.  The men in line were
particularly amusing as the balloon was passed between their legs, as the
recipient behind them would reach in to get a good enough grip on the
balloon so as not to let if fall or break. 

With erect nipples and cocks, the games moved on to "pass the oranges."
The object was to pass an orange down the line from one person to the next
holding it in your neck with your chin, but without using your hands or
arms in any way.  People started to pass them by leaning their bodies away,
but the penalty of a dousing of cold water when an orange was dropped, had
them squeezing their bodies together to insure that the oranges stayed in
place until the recipient got a good hold. 

With the drinking and playful games, the group became fairly familiar with
each other.  So the final game was one of Blind Man's Bluff.  Each
participant was securely blindfolded and they were contained in a space
roped off by the staff.  Participants moved around and bumped into each
other.  They could stop or move on.  The object was to convince another
party to participate in some level of sexual encounter that would hopefully
satisfy each other's aroused state. This required sensitive and responsive
foreplay, imagination, and boldness.  The staff enforced anyone saying
"No", so everyone was participating at the level they enjoyed.  In Marnie's
case, she had two male suitors at once.  In Barbara's case, she was pretty
sure that the gentleman from the boat had worked his way over to her,
because the person adroitly stimulating her nerves to an unbearable
condition was rather hairy like he was.  She wanted to say "No" oh so
badly, but the booze, the others moaning and making sounds of joy, got her
so wound up with reckless abandon, that she let nature take it's course and
allowed the suitor to rut and screw her royally. 

Another day, an earlier time, Marnie would have never thought she would
anonymously do two men at the same time.  While one filled her nether hole,
the other filled her mouth.  She switched them to experience an orgasm with
both of them.  She and Barbara were satisfied for a while and silent on the
trip back in the boat, like most of the others were. They all looked around
and imagined whom they partnered with in the mutual horn clipping.  Marnie
was pretty sure 
Henri and Claude had fucked her.  They were staring back at her smiling.
"Oh course," she thought, "they would know if they did me, these rings and
bald pussy are dead giveaways.  Well, no, everyone would know that.  Who
were they anyway?  It has to be those two guys, they're still smiling and
staring . . ." 

***** 

Brad woke up early on the couch, dazed and still mostly asleep.  He went
upstairs to Jimmy's room.  Then he went to the guest room and the office.
Finally he looked into the master bedroom.  There was Brenda hugging Jimmy
to her bosom asleep.  Emotion overwhelmed him and he lifted the covers and
slid in to the bed and up against Brenda's back, spooning her in an
embrace.  Brenda vaguely woke up, realized that it was Brad hugging her
from the rear and decided to leave it alone.  His warm skin felt delicious
against hers, and he had paid his dues to be close to her.  "Here I am with
my two boys.  This is so nice, so nice to be loved.  Let's enjoy this while
it lasts."  She thought to herself. 

As morning broke enough for her to wake up, she found herself lying on her
back with the boys as bookends lying at her sides with their heads on her
arms, one hand hooked onto her shoulders from underneath and the other
unconsciously on her breasts.  They each had a leg draped over one of her
outstretched legs.  She felt open and spread-eagled. She imagined one of
them, both of them reaching down and stroking her smooth pussy lips,
exploring her femininity for the first time, educating them as they held
her captive for the lesson.  She started to imagine the scenario as if it
was actually happening.  Her body started to move to the imaginary touches.
Then, as if a dream coming true, Brad's hand left her breast and trailed
down to her cunt, as if by her will, since he was still asleep, dreams
merging.  Jimmy's hand went to the breast Brad's left and started
massaging.  He was unconsciously playing with her nipples as she
orchestrated their movements with her mind, they responding to her body,
it's warmth, heart beats, vibrations, micro-muscle contractions, sounds,
smells, and all manner of sensualities until she started to glisten in
perspiration, going wild with this rare moment. 

She was building up to a fever pitch and decided she had better stop. When
she started to will her body to stop and tell the boys to rest, she grew
fearful she wouldn't be able to stop the train.  Her body was undulating
then it was beginning to stiffen.  "Oh, no," she was saying now out loud,
"no, we have to stop.  Oh god, we have to stop. . ." 

And the boys started to wake up.  They pulled their hands away.  "Oh no!
Don't stop!"  She said, as she physically took Brad's hand and placed it
back on her cunt and directed its motion to rub her clitoris.  Then she
took Jimmy's hand and held it to her breasts, trying to smile at him
between bouts of nearing climax, biting her lips, sniffling in gasps of
air.   "Ohmygod, ayeeeeeeoow oh no, ayyeeeeeeeeeoooooooo, oh my god that's
it, ooooooooo" she was saying as she tried to close her legs on Brad's hand
to stop him from continuing his relentless assault on her most sensitive
area, but the boys were leaning up to look at her and it had the effect of
holding their legs down upon her legs.  "No Brad, stop now."  She pleaded. 

"Hey, pretty cool."  He said teasingly as he kept up the assault. 

"Brad, please stop.  No, don't, no more.  No Brad, stop.  Yes thank you,
that's it."  She said her legs flopping momentarily from shudders, as she
caught her breath. 

"Look Jimmy, she wet the bed."  They both got up and were sitting on her
legs, staring at her glistening pussy.  She tried to sit up.  "No, just a
second."  Brad said, holding up his hand in a running-back's stiff arm,
sending her back down to the bed.  Brenda had little energy to fight him at
the moment, and lay with her arms flopped above her head.  "Is this where
it goes?"  Brad said sticking one then a couple of fingers into her cunt. 

"Where what goes?"  Jimmy asked. 

"You know the man's wiener when you make babies."  Brad said.  "Reach me
that white thing will ya?"  He said referring to the vibrator beside the
bed.  Jimmy reached and retrieved it, managing to keep a leg over hers.
"How do you turn it on?"  Brad asked.

"Like this."  Jimmy demonstrated. 

"No boys, we need to get up."  Brenda insisted. 

"Okay Jimmy, I'll do the bottom part, you take care of the top." Jimmy
looked lost.  "Suck on her nipples."  Brad directed. 

Jimmy looked at Brenda.  She knew she could tell them stop in a way that
they would, but she merely bit her lips, eyes wide waiting to see what
Jimmy would chose to do.  He climbed up close to her looking at her for a
definitive signal to stop.  She stared at him until Brad, now kneeling
between her legs, placed the vibrating phallus lengthwise along her cunt,
causing her to close her eyes, giving Jimmy free passage to her nipples. 

Jimmy sucked with eyes closed, opening them every once and awhile to
monitor whether his mouth was welcomed or not.  Brenda's moans and stroking
the back of his head encouraged him to continue. Brad was finding the
opening and experimenting with sticking the white vibrating phallus in and
out.  He mentally inventoried the places and motions, which created the
greatest reactions from Brenda.  He was enraptured with this beautiful
teenager's sexual response.   He thought of the video she made of him, and
decided that one day, he would make the "young female sexual response
video" with her.  But, for now, he needed to see how it all worked. 

Brenda started writhing.  Jimmy moved with her.  Brad stepped it up. Brenda
tried to close her legs as she arched up, but Brad's positioning kept her
legs apart.  Brad started to use the fingers and thumb of his free hand to
stimulate her clitoris and lips around the vibrator, driving her insane
with desire to climax.  Finally, Brenda held Jimmy tight to her breast,
stiffened against Brad's manipulations and screamed a deafening aria of
pleasure and bliss. 

"Ohmygod, come here." She said to Brad, who came up close to her as she had
asked.  Brenda squeezed the two boys together in a forceful hugging
embrace, while the boys looked at each other, faces only inches away from
each other, and snickered.  "Take it out.  Oh god, I can't take any more."
She pleaded to Brad. 

"You're gonna have to let me go first."  He said. 

Brenda released her iron grasp on the two boys, and Brad pulled the
vibrator out and turned it off.  She worked her way over to her stomach and
put her face into the pillow.  Her legs were wide, and Brad laid his hand
flat on her sopping pussy.  "Here Jimmy feel this." He said, as he wiped
his hand off on her ass cheek. 

"Oooo, you're really gooey Brenda."  Jimmy said, wiping his hand off on her
other cheek. 

Then she closed her legs together, popped her head up, and said, staring at
the headboard,  "No one must ever know about this.  It wasn't right what we
did." 

"Jimmy, you're not gonna tell, are you?"  Brad asked. 

Jimmy shook his head.  Brenda turned around to look him in the eyes to
confirm his reaction. 

"And I'm not gonna tell, that is if you let me be the boss today." Brad
said. 

"I let you be the boss today, just today, and you promise to never tell?"
Brenda asked. 

"That's the deal, and my lips are sealed."  Brad said. 

"Okay, but we have to get this linen washed, and the house straightened up
today first."  Brenda said. 

"That's okay.  You can fix us breakfast and do what needs to be done like
that . . . only, don't put any clothes on, until I tell you." Brad said
taking charge.


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