Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: Not With My Daughter! 4
Part: 4
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie's torment continues when the son tries his hand at blackmailing 
control, only to have the tables turned by a mysterious, hypnotic woman in the 
end.
Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibitionism, hypnosis, M+/f, F/fm


The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at
their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so.  Similarity to persons,
living or dead is coincidence.  The author reserves all rights.  Permission is
granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge,
and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer.

This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & 
"Not With My Daughter! Parts 2-3"; see at the bottom:


Not With My Daughter!  Part 4
By Spunk N. Wagnels

Marnie was a happily married housewife, with her husband, Roger and her
daughter, Brenda, until the Larchers came into her life.  They were blackmailing
her, originally with the threat of defiling her daughter if she didn't
cooperate.  Over time they had other things to lord over her to enforce her
cooperation.  Marnie never knew when they would surface in her life again, or
what humiliating and degrading drill they would put her through.  One such
occasion was at Brenda's school.

She left Brenda off, and lingered, watching lovingly as her daughter walked up
to the door, attracting friends like a magnet whom greeted her as she entered
the school for classes.  

Suddenly, without warning, before she could pull away from the curb, the Larcher
kid, Jeff, opened the passenger door and slid in.  "Hey pretty lady.  Care to
come out and play?"  He said, looking directly at her breasts.

"How dare you, you creep.  Get out of my car!"  Marnie said with indignant
authority.

"Now is that anyway to treat an old friend, I mean a young old friend, no, I
mean an old young friend.  Oh hell with it, drive!  I'll tell you the way as we
go."  He said, as he reached out to cup the front of her right tit.

Marnie slapped his hand hard and fast.  "Are you crazy!?  Right in front of my
daughter's school?"  She said scoldingly.

"Just for that Lady, I want you to unbutton your blouse all the way down."  He
said, now sitting sideways facing her, his left leg on the seat, and his left
arm on the backrest.

"You insolent brat!"  She said as she pulled away from the curb, recognizing she
may have to do it for the creep.

"You know, if I have to help you with it, you might loose the buttons."  He
said, opening a clip knife with one hand.

Marnie took one look at the pocketknife and unbuttoned her blouse as she drove
through the school's neighborhood.  The Larcher kid closed the knife and clipped
it back in his pocket.  

"Head for the highway going north."  He said, trying to make out her nipples
through the lace of her bra.  When they got to the onramp, he asked her to pull
over.  Then he told her to undo her bra.

"Oh, please don't make me do this.  This is out in the public.  Why, we could be
arrested."  She implored him.

"Who me?  I've never seen you before.  Why you were like that when you picked me
up hitchhiking.  I got in your car because you looked so 'Hot'."  He said in a
devilish tone.  "Now I could help you if you like, but I'm a practical guy, and
the tit holsters may not work right afterwards."  He said, opening the clip
knife again.

Marnie reached back and unclasped the strap, looking around for any cars.  Then
she worked the straps off her arms in a way that dazzled the kid, because she
didn't remove her shirt.

"Okay, drive."  He said, reaching up to finger the close nipple.

"Pull around that truck ahead and pace it in the left lane, until I say to pass
it."  He said, looking ahead at an eighteen-wheeler.

Marnie got up to the truck and pulled alongside, only to discover the kid's
motive, to have her flash her tits to the driver when he rolled back the
sunroof.  Marnie looked up sheepishly into the face of a trucker that could have
been a woman or a man; it was hard to tell.  When she heard the loud horn blast,
she instinctively accelerated ahead.

"I didn't tell you to pass yet."  The Larcher kid pointed out.  "Pay attention
to what I say this time for that truck there." He said, pointing to another
truck ahead of them.

Marnie pulled alongside again.  When she looked up this time, she saw a grimy
looking fortyish guy in need of a shave and a buddy trying to gawk across the
driver's front at her, almost causing the driver to lose control of his vehicle.
Jeff lifted her right breast with his left hand and yelled at the truckers,  "Do
you like?"

They whistled and tooted their horn.  The kid then pulled her skirt up showing
all of her upper legs.  The truck slowed down and sped up to get the whole
picture through the sunroof.  Marnie and Jeff could hear hooting and hollering
from the truck.  A rest area road sign was coming up and the truck driver
pointed to his right.  Jeff responded with a thumbs-up.

"Pull over at the next exit for the rest area.  You'll need to pass and get in
the right lane."  He instructed.  "Okay, park here."

Jeff took the keys and left the car to talk to the truckers who were coming over
from their parking area.  He had conversation with them and followed them back
to their truck.  They came back to the car with two boxes, that Jeff put into
the trunk.  "Come on Lady we're all going for a swim."  He said, opening her
door and guiding her out with a firm grip on her upper arm.  

While he was gone, she had put on her bra and buttoned up her blouse again.  The
four of them walked into the woods a little ways and down an embankment to a
stream.  Marnie looked back with dread up through the trees to discover that
nobody from the rest area could see them, unless they were exploring away from
their cars.  The foursome stopped by a pool of water created by a large tree,
which had fallen across the stream, backing it up a bit.

"Okay Lady, you first; test the water for us."  The driver said.

"I can't go swimming, I didn't bring a suit."  She said, knowing deep down it
wouldn't make any difference.  

"Well take off anything you don't want to get wet then, and jump in." He
retorted.

Marnie chose to remove everything except her bra and panties, and waded in the
chilly water to the deepest part, which brought the water up to her panty crotch
making it wet.  The wetness wicked up the front and back to reveal her pubic
mound and rear crack through the sheer material.  Goosebumps covered her body
and she hunched her shoulders, pushing her breasts together.  The guys were
taking off their shoes and boots, like they really intended to go in.  

"Okay, all the way under."  The driver ordered.

"It's too cold for that."  She pleaded.

"Nonsense.  Do it in the interest of scientific discovery.  We need to see what
the human body can withstand in the  way of chilly waters.  You'll be a
pioneer."  He said sarcastically.

Marnie knew the game was hopeless, so she lowered herself into the water to the
top of her shoulders.  Then she jumped up and hugged herself shivering.

"All the way in there, Lady."  The other trucker piped up.

Marnie held her nose as she lowered herself back down and arched back into the
water putting her breasts and pussy on temporary display.

She hurriedly tried to get her feet back under her so she could get back up with
her hair now plastered straight back on her head.  She covered her breasts with
her forearms as she squeezed the water out of her eyes.

"Can I get out now?"  She asked, her whole body shivering.

"Sure, why not.  Looks too cold for us anyway."  The driver said as he met her
at the bank and held her hand to steady her as she stepped out of the water.

Everyone noticed her nipples pushing out the sheer material of her bra, as the
driver continued to hold her hand out to her side.
  
"These look like they want to be free."  He said hefting the closest breast with
his other hand.  "Let's have them come out and play."

No sooner had he said this, than the Larcher kid was fumbling with the clasp of
her bra.

"Hey boy, let the lady do it.  She does it all the time."  The driver told Jeff,
as Jeff backed off, embarrassed by his fumbling.

Marnie reached back and undid the hooks and let the bra slip down her arms.
Then she hung it on a waiting branch that currently had sunlight shining on it.
She went to cover her breasts and rub some heat into her chilled arms at the
same time, when the driver said, "We can warm those up for you Lady."

The two truckers squatted in front of her on either side and rubbed their hands
on her legs while licking and sucking her nipples.  When they both started to
trace the contours of her rear, they simultaneously had the notion to lower her
panties. They had her step out of them, and handed them to Jeff, who dutifully
hung them in the sun as well.  As they reached her pussy lips with their hands,
still stimulating her nipples, Marnie was on tiptoes, fighting the urge to back
away, or push them off of her with her hands.  The driver stood up and hugged
her from behind with his hands on her breasts.  The other trucker moved to in
front of her and took one leg and lifted it to his shoulder, while he stroked
her pussy with his tongue.  Marnie put her hands on his head to be ready to push
him off if he got a little too aggressive down there.  She was actually getting
turned on by these two, despite their rough manner.  When she was getting a
little weak in the knee responding to the stimulation, she started to hop on the
one leg to keep from falling.

"You know guys, she really likes to suck and take it in the back chute."  Jeff
said from his experience.

"No I don . . ." Marnie started to say, but thought better of it. She didn't
want this situation to take an ugly punishing turn.

Both truckers pulled their pants and underwear down and off.  Marnie waited like
a defeated, nearly drowned mouse anticipating the next torment the captor cat
had up its paw.  She was sopping between her legs and her nipples were pulsing
and erect.  The second trucker lay down on his back with his head between her
legs looking up at her wet snatch.  The driver sallied up behind her and guided
her to bend over with his hand on her back.  "All the way down and suck it."  He
directed.

Straddling the trucker on the ground, bent at the waist, legs spread and
straight, being held up by the driver's hands on her upper thighs. She was
forced to hold a kind of push up position, to suck the prone man's cock.  The
driver dropped spit onto her anus, worked it in with his finger, then repeated
the procedure a couple of times until he had her as lubricated as he could with
saliva.  He had a little trouble at first, getting the head in, so he lubricated
the head of his cock as much as possible, before slipping it past her stretched
elastic sphincter.

He eased it in little by little with slow and careful thrusts, not wanting her
to fall over and injure his buddy.

Meanwhile, his buddy was having a field day with his cock in her mouth,
experiencing her moans, and playing with her hanging tits.

Marnie was in a state of suspended glee as the pain in her rear eased into one
of longing to be thrust into harder and faster.  She was brought to the point of
needing to cum, but held there awaiting the first domino to fall.
  
The driver was reaching his release.  He was thrusting deeper, harder, and
faster.  His hands were like hooks in a death grip around her lower abdomen
holding on for dear life.  He was desperate to cum and was not going to let her
bottom go away from his cock for anything.

He slammed into her rear a couple of times shooting his warm jizm deep into her
entrails.  After a few dry thrusts, he pulled out and collapsed on the ground
exhausted half watching, as Marnie bent her knees and straddled the trucker on
the ground, leaving her pulsing pussy inches from his face.  She started
earnestly sucking, trying to bring him off, while wiggling her hips a bit as an
invitation to the man to stroke her.  He was too lost in the ecstasy at his
groin to open his eyes to notice.
  
When he was about to cum, Marnie luckily got her mouth off of his cock just in
time to avoid taking it in her mouth, and worked the cum out of him with her
hand.

"Aw Lady, you should have taken the cum when you had the chance."

Larcher's kid said.  "You've made my friend here all messy.  Now you're gonna to
have to lick him clean."

The trucker looked at Jeff, winked, and gave him a thumbs-up.  Marnie wanted to
throw-up at the prospect of what she was about to do.  She licked all around the
man's belly, cock, and balls to clean up the sticky goo, while he explored and
played with her gaping cunt with his hands.  When he was all clean, the two
truckers got up, got dressed and thanked Larcher for the morning break.  Marnie
watched, padding in place, wanting to cum but frustrated.
  
As the truckers were about to leave, she leaned over to Jeff and asked in a half
whisper,  "Isn't anybody going to help me cum?"

The truckers heard the gist of it and turned to hear Jeff's answer.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lady.  We'll wait while you take care of that, won't we guys?"
Larcher said.  Then they all sat down five-ten feet in front of her.

Marnie was lost for words.  Here were the three of them sitting, waiting for her
to put on a show out of her desperation to cum.  They were expecting her to clip
her own horns right in front of them.  She didn't feel as naked with all of the
manipulations, sucking, and fucking, as she did at that very moment.

"I think I'd better be going."  She said, removing her arm from her breast and
her hand from her pubic triangle to retrieve her bra and panties.  Then she
proceeded to dress.

"Your choice Lady." The driver said, as he hit his buddy's arm with the back of
his hand, as a signal to leave.

The truckers disappeared over the bank before Jeff and Marnie headed back to the
car.  Jeff let her in the passenger seat and he got in the driver's seat.
Marnie tried to covertly slip a hand under her skirt and stroke herself, but
couldn't get past Jeff's watchful eyes.
  
"You had your chance back there.  Now stop that, and I'll give you another
chance in a little while.  But first, I need you to do me."  He said as he
pushed the seat as far back as he could go and still reach the brake if he
slouched.  He looked around for cars and pulled down his zipper and fished out
his semi-hard uncut penis.  Marnie lowered her mouth to the task with a
disgusted look on her face and started to suck on his cock.  She stayed at it
except for the one time Jeff swerved to avoid having an accident, and she sat up
to see the aftermath.

"Maybe we should wait until you've stopped the car."  She said, concerned.

"Finish me off now, or I will wreck your car."  Young Larcher said pissed and
frustrated.

Marnie, sensing a minor victory, decided to concentrate on prolonging his relief
by a combination of switching from mouth to hand and a subtle pinch at the base
here and there.  It worked because he got to his destination before she let him
cum.
  
"Up! Up!"  He said as one of his neighbors was approaching to say "hi" and to
find out, if he had bought a new car.  He just got himself stuffed in and zipped
when a neighbor lady, he had the hots for, approached his window to talk.  All
Marnie could see was her bare midriff and 35C breasts on display in her peach
colored cut-off tank top.
 
"Hi Beverly."  Jeff said, like a schoolboy with a crush on his teacher.
  
"Get new wheels, Jeffrey?"  She asked.

"No, this belongs to this lady here.  I drove it for her because she didn't know
the way."

"Oh, hi Miss."  She said as she bent down to look in, while revealing an
opportune view down the tank top of her young firm breasts to Jeff and Marnie.
"This your mom, or something?"  She said, quizzing him.

"No, ah, she, ah, is going to clean my apartment."  He said, making things up as
he went along.  "Yeah, she is from one of those services that cleans in the raw.
You might want to come in and join me while she works."  He said hopefully.

"Just might at that.  What a novelty.  My, Lady, you've got guts.  I don't mean
the naked part either.  I'm just imagining the job, cleaning up Mr. Clean's
apartment here."  She said teasing.

Jeff blushed, got out of the car and opened the trunk.  "Here Lady you take one
of these."  He said, referring to one of the boxes.

When Marnie saw what he had traded the truckers for, for her services, she was
appalled.  She was carrying in a case of pork and beans and Larcher was carrying
in a case of canned corn.  Larcher opened the door for Marnie and Beverly,
picked up the case he was carrying, and followed them in.  Marnie put the case
on what little counter space there was in the kitchen.  Beverly went over to the
couch and peeled off a bedspread like covering and all of the dust and trash
with it.

"Wow Jeffery, you really need this cleaning woman today.  Do you have a CLEAN
covering I can put down in place of this?"  She asked, as she held the covering
out away from herself toward Larcher.
 
"Errr, I think so."  He said as he disappeared into another room.

When he came back, he was tearing open a package with a brand new set of sheets
in it.  He handed Beverly a sheet, which happened to be the fitted one.
  
Beverly put the sheet on the couch and sat down with her arms and legs crossed.
Her tanned legs looked mighty inviting framed by her short cut-off jeans and
sneakers without socks.  She shoved the cluttered coffee table out away from her
in front with her foot, so she could swing her leg up and down, while she waited
for the show to begin.

"So Lady, do you just take off your clothes and get to work, or do you make a
show of it first?"  He said to Marnie, more or less pleading with her to play
along.

Marnie was relishing having this power over her tormentor.  "Thank god for
Beverly."  She thought.  "You know, with this much work to do here, I don't
think there will be time for the build up show."  She said playing along, while
letting him down in one swipe.

This made Larcher look a little mousy as he was tongue-tied and out of his game,
with the object of his fantasies finally sitting in his living room.  Beverly
sat mildly amused.

"So Mr. Larcher, where do I find your cleaning supplies?"  Marnie asked, as she
took off her clothes unceremoniously, and folded them neatly on a barstool at
the eating counter between the kitchen and dining area.  She noticed a
brightened expression on Beverly's face indicating she was pleased or impressed
with what she saw.

"Uh, I think there is something under the sink in the kitchen there." He said
hopefully.
 
Marnie held up a mostly empty Windex bottle in one hand and a bottle of dish
soap in her other.  "I don't think this will cut it."  She said, with a gloat
inside.  "Can you rustle some things up if I make a list for you?  I can start
picking up while you get the things on the list."  She directed, as she happened
upon a pen and some scrap paper that would do the trick.

"I'll be right back.  Don't go away."  Larcher said, in a worried tone looking
at Beverly with yearning and then at Marnie with suspicion.
  
They could hear him running to the car and speed out of the parking area to the
store.  Marnie looked at Beverly, relatively unconcerned at this point that she
was naked in front of a stranger and started to pick things up and throw things
away.  Beverly watched Marnie's more mature body work for a bit.  She noticed
the sway in her breasts, the slight jiggle in her hips, her strong back and legs
as she bent and strained at the task.  Eventually, she got up and started to
pitch in and make conversation.

"You're not from an agency, are you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"There's something going on between Jeffery and you, I can tell."

"What gives you that idea?"

"It's the way you can talk to him like you're his mother, or something."

"I assure you, I am not related to the boy in any way."

"What is it then?  Are you a lover he is embarrassed to let people know about?
Or, is this some kind of game?  Come on tell me.  What is it between you two?"
Beverly insisted.

"Nothing really, at least that I am liberty to talk about."  Marnie finally
said.

Beverly was more curious now than when she started the third degree. She stopped
helping and watched Marnie's breasts move as she took broad sweeps with her
hands to gather up crumbs on a table.  

"You're in pretty good shape for maybe a thirty-five year old?"  She said,
continuing to pry.

"Thank you.  You are perceptive."  Marnie said, soaking in the built in
compliments.

"Well, I hope I look as good as you when I'm that old.  Those breasts, did you
have them done?  They look great and barely sag for the size." She asked Marnie,
uninhibitedly.

Marnie's nipples began to get erect with the attention drawn to them, and wanted
to cover them, but didn't see the gain in doing so at that point.  "No, they're
all me.  Just lucky, I guess."

"Would you mind if I felt them?  They are so tantalizing even to a woman."  She
said, and noticing Marnie's polite reluctance, continued. "You wouldn't have to
worry, or anything, I'm not gay.  I just can't believe they are real."

Marnie didn't respond verbally, she just stopped what she was doing and stood
with her head turned and her hands behind her back.  Beverly took that as an
invitation and put her hands on Marnie's ample breasts.  She hefted them, then
she kneaded them, and finally she circled her areolas with her fingers, paying
particular attention to Marnie's hard nipples. 

"I just can't believe how nice these are.  I hope you don't mind my feeling
them.  It looks as though big breasts like yours are just as, or maybe even
more, sensitive than smaller breasts like mine.  You can feel mine if you like.
I wouldn't mind."  She said, as she took her hands from Marnie's breasts and
pulled her tank top up, revealing a firm pair of young breasts without any sag.
Her whole body was in perfect tone and she didn't have any tan lines on top.
"Here, see what these feel like to you."

Marnie didn't have sexual feelings for her at the moment, the way she would with
her husband, Roger, but as she gazed upon those firm tan nubile breasts jutting
out from the young woman's chest, she did have an urge to sense what they would
feel like.  She reached up and cupped them with her fingers spread across the
top outsides and her thumbs on the inside and squeezed and pulled to feel their
firmness.  She could feel the warmth radiating and Beverly's heart beating, from
under her chest.  Marnie seemed to go into trance as she began stroking up with
her thumbs across Beverly's nipples to feel the hard nubs pushing out at her.

"Wow!  We'd better stop this before you make me forget about men all together."
Beverly said, as she backed up half a step and pulled her top back down, right
as the door opened.

Jeff walked in with supplies and scoped out the two ladies near each other,
wondering what they were up to.  Then he noticed the erect nipples on each and
felt a wave of confusion wash over him.  Beverly sat back down and Marnie began
to unpack the supplies.  Jeff sat down on the couch as near to her as he felt he
could get away with to watch the show.

"You know Jeffery, this lady has been working awfully hard for you while you
were gone.  I hope she gets paid a lot for this.  How much are you paying her?"
She challenged.

"Err, ah, fifty bucks?"  He replied.

"That's not fair of you.  For that amount, I think you should be helping her."

"But, . . ." He started to say.

"Not only is what she is doing for you hard work, but she has to do it in the
nude too.  I think it is only fair that you take off your clothes and help her
out."  She said with insistence.  "What do you say?  Are you a fair-minded
person?  That's something I look for in a man, fairness."  She said, sensing she
had successfully set the hook.

"But, I  . . ." He tried to say but was at a loss for words, confused, and mixed
with emotions.

Beverly slid over next to him and started to unbutton his shirt.  "See, it's as
easy as this."  She said as she pulled it open and off of his arms.

"But, what about you?"  He finally got out.

"Oh, I've seen it all before.  There is nothing on you that I haven't seen
thousands of times at the nude beach on other guys."  She said dodging his
objection and now beginning to undo his pants.

"Beverly, . . ." He started to say, but she now had his pants and underwear down
to the floor.

Marnie covered her laugh with a rubber-gloved hand holding a paper towel.
Beverly pulled the pants out from under Jeff's feet; he covered his groin with
both hands, and she gave him a swat on his butt.

"Now go over there and help her.  Just do everything she asks you to do, she's
the professional."  Beverly insisted.

Meanwhile, Marnie had filled a bucket with water and Spic n Span.  Jeff stood
waiting for instructions, still holding his hands over his genitals. Beverly was
enjoying the red mark she left on his butt.  

"If you'll give me a minute here to sweep this floor, I'll have you scrub the
areas that won't come clean with just a mopping.  How's that?"  Marnie said, and
then looked over at Beverly with a smile.  When she finished the sweeping, she
gave Jeff the bucket in one hand and a scrub-brush in the other, which required
him to expose his half erect uncircumcised penis to Beverly's view.  "Now there
really isn't anyway to do this other than getting down and putting a little
elbow grease into it."  Marnie instructed.

Jeff looked a little sheepish and slowly went down to his hands and his knees,
dipped the brush in the solution and started to scrub.  His balls were hanging
and swaying between his legs for Beverly to watch as he put some effort into
working off the accumulation of stuff on the floor.

"Good job, Jeff.  I think you'll be pleased with how nice your place is going to
look."  Marnie encouraged.

"Yeah, way to go Jeffery.  I admire a man who isn't afraid to get his hands
dirty."  Beverly said, but saved her snicker for when Jeff was looking away.

Jeff took these words as encouragement and actually lost himself in the task,
but didn't lose the hardon he was sporting.  The constant swaying of his cock
and balls had brought back the state of arousal Marnie had left him with in the
car on the way there.  Marnie brought in two baskets of laundry, which looked
like they had been cleaned but in need of folding.  

"Good job Mr. Larcher.  I'll mop it all clean now and you can fold these, since
you know where they should be put away."  Marnie said supervising.

Jeff reluctantly stood up to go to the baskets of towels, sheets and things set
down in front of Beverly.

"On my, Jeffery, it's going to be tough folding those towels with that sensitive
tip getting in the way.  You'd better give it some relief now, and get it down,
so you can get on with your work." Beverly said, with almost convincing concern.

"What me?  Here?  Now?  In fron . . .?"  He said embarrassed.

"It's a natural thing that guys need to take care of from time to time.  Don't
try to tell me you've never put your hand on it and brought it off before.  I
think I've even seen you do it when you've looked at me through the windows."
She said, calling his bluff.

Jeff turned deep red and fought the instinct to hyperventilate.

"Come on.  Show me you are a real man, and do it right here, right now, proud of
this phenomenon, which only Men can do, to keep the entire human race alive."
Beverly said, in her best motivational tone.

Jeff was kind of mesmerized by this approach and slowly placed his hand on his
cock and held it there, staring at Beverly's tits through her cut-off tank top.
With her left arm up on the back of the couch, just the beginnings of the round
bottoms of her breasts had come into his view.  Marnie was so happy with Beverly
right now, she could have walked over, grabbed her head with both hands, and
given her an appreciative smack on the lips, but she stayed out of Jeff's
consciousness as much as possible.

"That's it.  A little motion should do the trick now.  That's it.  A little
faster now.  Imagine me changing my clothes, oop.  I think I'll take a shower
first.  Now you have me in your sights with my clothes off, walking around
trying to decide what to wear, what would turn Jeffery on as I leave my place.
That's it, faster now.  Now you have to use your imagination for a few minutes
because I'm out of your sight in the shower.  But it is easy to continue to view
my naked form in your mind.  You have it memorized.  That's it faster, faster.
Now I'm out of the shower and I have walked into your sight drying my hair,
exposing my breasts to your view.  But you suddenly realize, faster, harder,
that soon, very soon, I will have my clothes on.  You must cum now if you are to
do it while you can still see my naked body.  Oh yes!  You've done it just in
time.  Oh, aren't those after surges wonderful memories of the blissful
explosion you've just had." She said, having orchestrated his solo effort in
front of an amazed Marnie.  "Oh, boy, now some of those things are going to have
to go through the wash again."

Jeff, who had been bucking and lurching wildly on tiptoes, was forcing open his
eyes and gasping for breath as his shuddering wound down to almost total
relaxation, just enough to keep him standing.

"Now, don't you feel better, getting that out of your system?  You came like a
real man."  She said patronizingly.

Jeff really didn't know what to think, feel, say, or do at that moment.  He was
so sufficiently confused by what he just experienced, that he just sat down at
the other end of the couch from Beverly, with his hands between his knees, and
just stared at the floor with his mouth open for a while.

Marnie and Beverly talked by the kitchen for a while.  Marnie felt the rushing
blood around her pussy tingle every nerve there.  She was taken back to the
truckers and her moment, where she was asked to fly solo in front of an
audience.  She needed to cum now too.  She needed to leave so she could get back
to her life, take care of her needs and be with her family.  Her nipples were
erect again.  The inside of her legs were glistening from the moisture there,
and the unmistakable scent of a woman in heat was wafting up from her crotch.
Beverly started to stare at Marnie as they spoke, looking for ways to calibrate
what she was sensing about her then.

"You know, I think it is time for me to go.  It has really been interesting, to
say the least."  Beverly interjected.

"No!"  Jeff piped up.  "Don't go.  Please don't go.  Ah, you know, ah this lady
here needs to cum really bad too.  You could make her do it too."  Jeff said in
desperation.

Beverly stared intently with questioning eyes at Marnie, while she answered
Jeff,  "And, how do you know that?"

"Uh, I don't know, but I know she does, ask her."

Now burning holes into Marnie's being with her questioning looks, she said,  "Is
that right?  How can he be so sure?"

Marnie just looked down submissively.  And didn't answer.

"Mind if I check something?"  Beverly said as she put her hand between Marnie's
legs, in a bold move to test her excitement level.  Still staring,  "Jeffery,
come over here."  He stood with them to make a trio.  "I'm going to give you a
chance to touch my body, the body you try to watch at night."  

Jeff was falling back into that trance-like state, from this unexpected turn by
Beverly.

"If you were to imagine that this beautiful woman here, now, was me, then you
could have a chance to feel and touch me right here, right now, like you dream
of doing when you look at me through the windows, like you do when you sleep at
night.  Now, hold out your hand to her, who is now me.  That's it.  Now, you
would treat me gently and respectfully, now wouldn't you?  Yes of course you
would, or I wouldn't let you hold my hand like this.  Now, you might guide me
over to the comfortable bed you've made for me out of the couch, yes gently like
that.  Now, you may have me lay down comfortably on this beautiful bed you have
prepared for me.  Yes like that.  Now, that you have me comfortable and safe in
your place, you would probably try to further relax me by gently caressing me
all over my body.  Yes that is nice.  You are nice to me.  My breasts, Jeffery,
my breasts are very sensitive.  You can get me all excited if you tune into my
enjoyment while you try to maximize my pleasure with my breasts."  

Marnie was beginning to get into the trance so she could get past the fact that
the Larcher kid was sensuously groping her.  She slid down into he couch a bit
finding a more comfortable position amongst the cushions.  Then she parted her
legs.

"Now, you might show how much you appreciate my letting you touch me so, by
kissing my breasts.  Yes sucking works too.  Oh, your tongue is so nice.  Now I
might turn over on my hands and knees to let the air cool my nipples, that you
have warmed up with your mouth."

Marnie followed suit, by getting on her hands and knees.  The more she allowed
Beverly to be in control, the more she was enjoying the sensations.

"Your lips and tongue are exquisite.  Before I would let you kiss my most
private part, I would have you prove your devotion to me by having you kiss my
anus.  No, you wouldn't hesitate; you would rush to do it to prove to me that
you really do appreciate what I am going to let you do.  Yes, like that.  Your
tongue would lick it clean, would set my nerves on edge so you could ravage me
later.  Yes.  Now you would force your tongue in to test the tightness.  Yes in
and out, imagining what it would be like someday, if I allowed you to place your
love tool in there.  For now, your tongue is your love tool working the hole
into a frenzy.  Your taste buds provide just the right amount of friction to
almost send me over an unbearable brink. Yes you want to send me over that
brink.  You want to see how unbearably pleasurable you can make it for me, to
drive me mad with lust for you.  You see, I am ready for you now, as I swing
around to the edge of the bed, my legs spread up in the air.  I am ready for you
to come to my love center.  No, not with that, with your tongue, that wonderful
tongue.  You trace my love center all around with your tongue.  You learn about
it, the taste the texture the scent, the ridges and valleys.  Yes that's it.
You enter that sacred tunnel with your tongue.  You learn what it will be like
someday to be in it with your love tool.  No, don't cum yet.  Oh, I want to cum
very badly.  I almost can't stand it, but you haven't explored the little spot
that, when you suck it, and flick it, and lick it, yes, oh yes, I won't be able
to resist, oh my, now I don't think I can hold out any longer. Now I am going to
have to cum.  NOW the floodgates have opened and the waters are raging.  They
are taking all of the tension, the pent up urges, the frustrations and
disappointments with them as they gush out of my body.  Yes you have done it.
You have given me the wonderful gift, of your loving attention to my needs.  I
hug your head to my breasts in appreciation, then let you sit beside me, but not
touching me so I can luxuriate for the moment.  By not forcing yourself on me
before and now, I will appreciate you and want to explore moments again with you
in the future."

Marnie and Jeff both just sat slouched with their legs apart on the couch
staring sort of blankly at Beverly as she blew them a kiss and let herself out
the door.  Jeff's hardon was not going to go down soon and Beverly had mentally
handcuffed him from forcing Marnie from doing anything about it now, if she
didn't want to.  Jeff sat with his memories of his mythical lady, with throbbing
cock, while Marnie basked in bliss she had never experienced like this before. 

When she realized where she was, who she was with, and what she had been doing
in reality, she snapped to, sat up on the edge of the couch and said,  "Mind if
I go now?"

Jeff sat blankly on the couch and shock his head almost imperceptibly answering
that he didn't mind.  Marnie got up, put on her things, scrounged around and
found her keys, took one look at Jeff's place, then a look at Jeff, and left.
She couldn't help but feel that she had come out a winner in some fashion that
day.  She had new feelings about passing trucks on the highway, and haunting
memories of the young mystery lady, Beverly.


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