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 Author: Spunk N.  Wagnels
Title: Not With My Daughter!  8
Part: 8
Universe: Not With My Daughter!  Saga
Summary: Marnie continues to be humiliated, embarrassed, and bound as
she is

   taken to a nude beach against her will.  Keywords: blackmail,
humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage

   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 2-7" To read the others, see at bottom.

   Not With My Daughter!  Part 8 By Spunk N.  Wagnels

   "Roger, Honey, Brenda should have been home hours ago.  She left from
the picnic before we did, and we've been home several hours.  What should
we do?" Marnie said, beside herself with worry.

   "They probably stopped for something along the way.  If she doesn't show
up in the next half an hour, we'll call, and report it, okay?" He said,
trying to disguise his own worry from his wife.

   As Roger gave her a hug, the front door opened, Brenda walked in,
slammed the door, and went straight upstairs, with a curt, "Hi."

   "I'll go upstairs and see what's eating her." Roger said.

   Marnie sat down in the living room staring anxiously at the bottom rung
of the stairs, which was all she could see of it from there.  "Oh no, what
if they told her about me!  Oh god, what if they did the same to Her!  Oh
what am I going to do?  What is going to become of us?" Marnie thought,
torturously wringing a side pillow, sniffling back tears.  "The clock on
the mantle, it never made that ticking sound out loud before, did it?  Oh,
what is taking them so long?"

   As Roger entered the living room, Marnie got up and reached for him. 
"Is she okay?"

   "Of course she's okay.  Why would you ask that?  Don't you want to know
why it took them so long to get back?" He said.

   "Yes, that's what I meant.  What happened to her, them, that took them
so long to get back?" She asked clinging on his every breath.

   "Well, Mr.  Larcher, Sr.  needed to check in with his crew chief at the
office, he works at our building you know, and showed her around the place.
That's something I should have done a long time ago.  Where has the time
gone?  I never even had the time to show my own daughter the ins and outs
of where I work.  I guess I was just too busy or maybe she just wasn't that
interested in . . ." He was saying until Marnie cut his pining short.

   "Did she seem upset, angry, withdrawn, anything unusual, when she talked
to you?" Marnie interrupted.

   "No just frustrated that it took so long to get home, I think.  But, now
I'm beginning to worry about you.  You were acting concerned about Brenda
earlier, and now you're acting like you believe something bad has happened
to her.  Are you all right?" He asked.

   "Do you think I should go talk to her?" Marnie said, looking around his
shoulder at the stairs.

   "Suit yourself.  She's fine, really.  Why don't you relax a bit.  You're
the one that had the eventful day.  I'm concerned about how stressed out
you've been getting these days.  Why don't we go straight to bed and warm
each other up, so we can sleep nice and cozy.  Sound good?"

   "That always sounds good, Dear.  I suppose it can wait until morning."

   "That's my girl."

   The next morning Marnie awoke to find Brenda rummaging around in
Marnie's walk-in closet.  She was leaving out the door with a pair of her
mother's high-heels and a couple of her more slinky dresses.  Then Marnie
woke up completely, realizing that Brenda was leaving her room with some of
her things.  Now was a good time to have that talk with her.  Roger was
asleep, so instead of calling out to her, and risk awakening him, Marnie
got up, peed, grabbed a light robe, and went looking for her.  Brenda was
no longer upstairs so Marnie went down and found her on the front porch
with the items in a paper grocery sack, that had been placed in a plastic
grocery bag so it could have handles.

   Marnie confronted her with, "What do you think you are doing with my
things, and without asking first?"

   "Oh, you were asleep.  I didn't want to wake you." Brenda answered
matter-of-factly.

   "What is that supposed to mean, and what are you doing out here?" Marnie
asked, worried, concerned, and annoyed.

   "I'm being picked up for a photo shoot.  I'll have these back to you
early this afternoon."

   Marnie nearly fainted.  This was so unexpected.  "Let me see what you
have in here." She said as she pulled out the garments and found the heels
at the bottom.  You're not taking these to be photographed in.  What are
you taking about?  Why are you doing this?  Who's doing this shoot?  What
is it for?" Marnie said peppering the questions at her.

   "Geesh!  You don't even give me a chance to answer.  Oh, here's my ride,
gotta go." She said as, she took the garments back from Marnie, who was now
frozen in a trance of horror seeing the Larcher mobile pull across the
driveway.

   Marnie didn't snap to until Brenda was almost at the car.  "Brenda! 
Wait!" She said running after her.

   Brenda was in the car sitting down in the back when Marnie reached her.
"Brenda get out of there this instant." Marnie said as the car started to
pull away with the door open that she was holding.

   Marnie jumped in and closed the door so she would not fall out of the
accelerating car.  In her hasty entrance, her mid-thigh robe and short
nightie were scrunched all the way up her legs and she found herself bare
bottomed in the filthy back seat on some old magazines with naked women
featured in them.

   "Stop this car this instant!  This instant I tell you!  You're not going
anywhere with my daughter!  Do you hear me?  Right now!" Marnie screamed,
red-faced, the veins in her neck and temples throbbing.

   "Nice to see you too, Missy." Larcher teased.

   "Where are you taking us." Marnie said more reasonably, recognizing how
much power she actually had in the situation.

   "We're headed to the beach to catch the sun before it gets too high in
the sky.  But don't worry," he said, looking over his shoulder at her
trying to pull her robe down and unstick the magazines from her bottom,
"you'll fit right in."

   "What do you have planned there?" Marnie continued with cautious
anticipation.

   "We're going to capture some sun for photos, Missy.  We'll take some of
you too, now that you're here."

   "Don't give me that.  You're not a photographer.  Turn around now, this
is illegal.  You'll be put away for this, you pervert." Marnie fought back.


   Missy, Missy, Missy.  Such language in front of Brenda, and so
belligerent too.  Don't you think you owe me an apology?" Larcher said
calmly, knowing how it would torment her.

   "Let us out of here now you Bastard.  This is kidnapping." She accused.

   "I didn't ask you to get in this car.  You forced yourself in.  Here,
you can get out." He said, as he pulled over to the curb in front of a
large cathedral taking in parishioners for the early service.

   Marnie was about to get out.  "Come on Brenda, you're coming with me."

   "No Mom, this is my chance."

   "Larcher, what is the meaning of this?  What are you planning to do with
Brenda, my child?"

   "Mom, I'm not a child, I am a woman.  I have breasts like you, I have
pubic hair like you, and I can have babies.  That makes me a woman like
you, only Walter tells me I'm better looking." Larcher smiled.

   "Brenda, Honey, you don't know what you are saying.  You are still a
child.  You are turning into a beautiful young woman, yes, but you are
still only a child right now, nevertheless.  Come with me now." She said,
holding out her hand to Brenda, opening the door, and stepping one foot
out. She pulled it back in when she got stares from the couples passing on
their way to church.  "Larcher, can't you let us off some place else?"

   "Missy.  You want out?  Get out.  Otherwise, you're riding with me.  Get
it?"

   Marnie pulled the door shut, folded her arms, pouted a second, and said,
"Brenda, Honey, you don't know what you are doing."

   Larcher drove off.

   "Brenda, tell me, what do you think you are doing with this man?"

   "Walter said he has connections.  He's going to get me a modeling
contract.  If I'm lucky, maybe even a spot in a movie."

   Oh god, Brenda, don't!  This isn't the sort of thing for you.  Believe
me."

   "What would you know.  Have you ever posed for a camera?  Have you ever
been in a movie?"

   Larcher looked over his shoulder at Marnie, smiling at the irony.

   Marnie was about to talk more, but looking at Larcher, she decided to be
quiet for a while.

   The beach was a nude beach.

   "Larcher, we can't go out there, there are naked people all around."
Marnie protested.

   "Yeah, so what's your point?"

   "I can't have Brenda seeing this."

   "What's your problem?  There are all ages, all types, all sexes, and
they're all undressed.  It's legal, it's healthy, and you shouldn't knock
something unless you try it.  You should get naked in front of someone
other than your husband sometime.  It might do you some good.  I can't
believe how uptight you are.  Live a little." Larcher argued.

   "Yeah, Mom.  Give it a try."

   "Oh, Brenda, please!"

   "Com'on, we're supposed to meet him at the old jetty." Larcher said,
trying to hurry things along.  It was still early so the only people they
saw were a man and a woman with a lot of gear for the beach.

   "Look Mom, that set up is for me." Brenda said, excited to see the man
and a woman with cameras on a folding table under an umbrella and other
equipment to diffuse or reflect light.

   As they approached, Larcher introduced Brenda to photographer Kenneth
and his wife assistant Maggie.  "And this is her mother, who thought she
might like some nude shots, if that's okay.  That's why she's dressed like
this."

   "No he . . ." Marnie started to say, as Kenneth took her hand in his.

   "Glad to meet you.  My wife, Maggie.  Well let's get started shall we?
We want to minimize shadows on the face as much as we can with natural
light, before the sun gets too high.  Dear, let Maggie fix your makeup
quickly and we'll start with just some headshots.  So, Brenda's mom, . . ."


   "You can call her 'Missy'." Larcher piped in.

   "It's Marnie." Marnie corrected.

   "Yes.  Marnie.  I could take some of you while we are waiting."

   "No, I . . ." She started to say, but got distracted by Larcher undoing
her robe.  He managed to get it open and slide it off her shoulders. 
"Let's just do her in the gown first, so she can get used to doing it in
front of strangers, okay." Larcher said, holding the robe down her back, so
she could not sling it back up.

   Before Marnie could mount a full protest, Kenneth shot off several shots
with his motorized camera, moving around her front for some ninety degrees
of shots before coming up for air to ask her to re-pose.  He wanted her
looking at him with her chin tucked in her left shoulder, and her left leg
bent.  She was still holding her robe around her butt, bunched up at her
wrists.  Her breasts, curves, and crotch were plainly visible through her
sheer nightgown.  She reflexively followed his direction to pose, as he
gave them with such authority and poise.  She started the pose, until some
sunbathers approached, and set up camp within eyeshot to watch the goings
on.  She broke the pose, and then she put the robe back up.

   "Brenda, I just can't have you doing this.  Trust me, please." Marnie
said, approaching Maggie and Brenda by the umbrella.

   "Oh, Mom, why do you want to spoil this for me, my big break.  Look,
this is a professional shoot.  What is your problem with it?  I'm old
enough to make these kinds of decisions for myself.  Please just be
supportive or go and enjoy the beach for a while.  You have been really
uptight lately.  Like Walter said, it might do you some good."

   "Com'on Missy," Larcher said, grabbing her by the arm.  "Let her have
her moment." They started to back away.  "Brenda, you go ahead and have a
good time.  Your mother and I are going to explore the beach.  See you
later." Larcher reassured her.

   Larcher walked Marnie away, back toward the car.  Marnie struggled a
bit, but not too much, because her robe was open and the struggling made
her breasts bounce and sway more than they already were from just the
walking.  When they got to the car, Larcher opened his trunk.  He pensively
surveyed the items and grabbed, rope, a bag, a marker, and some signs from
work, which read "Reserved Parking" on one side.

   "Oh no you won't." Marnie protested, "You're not tying me up on this
beach!"

   "No.  How could you think of such a thing.  We'll find a nice secluded
place off the beaten path.  Don't worry.  I'm going to make sure your
daughter has her day."

   Marnie followed in tow, tits flapping about uncomfortably, as she tried
to keep up with Larcher who had shoes on.  They connected with a path in
the tall grass and low bushes frequented by gawking pervs with telephoto
lenses.  This area, with grasses, bushes, and scrub trees, ran along the
edge of the beach between it and the road.  When they came to a clump of
scrub trees that formed a domed patch of vegetation, he entered it with her
to find a clearing in the middle.  Once inside they found it littered with
stray pieces of toilet paper, indicating it was used by bathers that were
too lazy to use the furnished port-a-potties by the parked cars.

   "See, Walter always looks out for you.  This place is nice and private."
He said, as he fished out some padded leather cuffs from his bag.  "I think
you'll appreciate that I am using these instead of just rope when I'm
done."

   The cuffs were two inches wide and had rings attached.  He had the same
for her ankles.  When the cuffs were in place on her wrists, he hooked them
together, then tied a rope through a ring and down to the base of a scrub
tree.  Marnie got the full effect of this bondage when he started tying off
her legs apart to other trees, so she had very limited movement in them
forward and back, but none together.  In this bent over position, she had
her breasts hanging lewdly under her nightgown, which had fallen forward
leaving her ass completely exposed.

   "Larcher, why a nude beach?"

   "The sun, the backgrounds, and costume changes are no big thing.  So,
are we comfy?  I'm just going to add a few things, and I'll be on my way."

   "Your not going to leave me like this, here, all alone." Marnie said in
panic.

   "No, I'm sure you'll have company."

   "Larcher, no . . ." She started to say until he succeeded in putting the
ball gag in her mouth.  She tried to watch Larcher behind her, but could
not quite get her head around with her arms stretched out in front.  She
could hear the uncomfortable sound of the felt-tipped marker on the backs
of the signboards.  The smell wafted up to her, which smelled better, for
the moment, than the faint odor of urine.  Larcher came up to her, when he
was done with what he was doing, and inspected his ties.  Then he started
to rub her cunt with his fingers.  Marnie got wet almost instantly.  These
days, she was craving all the attention she could get down there.  He kept
at it until he thought she might be ready to release her flood, and
stopped, leaving her pussy gaping and contracting like a goldfish's mouth.
He patted her rear, put on a blindfold, saying it was to protect her eyes
from the sun, and left with, "I'll be back," in a lousy Arnold impression.

   Little did Marnie realize, but he had made several signs, one on the
path that pointed to the clump of scrub trees which read, "Get Your Rocks
Off Here" with an arrow.  Another inside next to Marnie read, "My husband
says he'll whip my butt if I'm not full of cum when he returns." Then
another sign closer to Marnie said, "Please cum and help me save my butt."

   It was probably a half an hour before the first curiosity seeker entered
the domed clump of shrubs.  He was all alone and looked around scared.  He
left and came back with a tall stalk of grass.  He traced it up one of her
legs to see what kind of reaction he'd get from her.  Marnie struggled in
her bonds.  Then he traced it up the other.  Marnie tried to turn her head
to see the perpetrator but could not because of the blindfold.  Then the
young man reached from between her legs and tickled her breasts and nipples
with the grass, getting a good look at her waiting pussy.  He dropped the
grass and put an index finger daringly on her vulva and started going side
to side across her clitoris.  When he saw she could do nothing to resist,
he stood up and pulled down his pants.  He jerked himself to hardness,
while resting his other hand on her rear, moving his thumb up and down on
her clit.

   When he was raring to go, he looked around a last time and plunged it
in. He started pumping fast, worried he'd get caught by the husband, a
sunbather, or another gawker.  He pumped fast and furiously.  He would
close his eyes to concentrate on, and bask in, the sensation.  Then, he
would open his eyes, like a frightened animal scanning the surroundings for
danger.  He repeated this a few times until he finally came so hard he
almost threw his back out.  He quickly got his pants back up and started
shooting a whole roll of pictures of Marnie from all angles.  Then he snuck
out to continue his day's adventures not quite believing his luck.

   It was warming up more, even in the shade there, and more and more
bathers had come to the beach.  Marnie needed a good fucking; the last one
left before the job was done.  The bondage, the anonymity, the
helplessness, the uncertainty, all weighed on her less, because she needed
to cum so badly.

   After a few minutes, a couple of kids came in, saw her and almost went
out right away, when one of them said, "Look, it's okay, she has her eyes
covered." So, they started to pee several feet on either side of her. 
"Let's get Doug.  Maybe she needs help."

   Moments later one of them was heard to say, "See right there.  Do you
think she needs help or something?"

   "You two run along, and don't leave our spot until I get back.  Do you
hear?  You do and I'll pound you.  I'll help this lady here." He said to
the boys, as he craned his head to read Larcher's crude signs.

   The boys ran off leaving the twenty-five year old man with Marnie alone.
"Humm." He said, as he walked around her with his hand on the middle of her
back, inspecting the situation.  "Humm." He said, as he crouched down with
his face inches from her cunt.  "Humm." He said, as he stuck a couple of
fingers in to sample her entrance.  "Seems to already be a deposit here. 
But I'll be glad to help you out, though, too." He said with his hand
resting on her flank, and talking around her butt, as if directly to her.

   Then he stood up.  She felt him rest his semi hard prick along the crack
of her cheeks.  He put a hand over it to hold it in place while he sawed
along the crack for stimulating friction, to get himself hard and ready to
fuck.  'Oh, god, please.  Don't let him do me in that hole!" Marnie thought
to herself, worried he might prefer her backdoor.

   She worried for naught, as he entered her cunt, pumping in full strokes
dangerously losing readmission a couple of times by careless targeting on
re-entry.  "If I could only move a bit, I could get it just right with him.
That long, thin, straight cock of his isn't doing my sides enough.  Oh to
just be able to move a little." She thought of the experience.  She was so
slippery from her natural lubrication and the previous deposit of cum that
this long thin cock slipped in and out with frustrating ease.  "How can I
cum?  I've got to cum.  Oh this is so maddening.  It is better he stop than
to continue this torture." She whined inside.  "Somebody, something touch
my clit now, oh please somebody rescue me from this torment."

   He came.  She whined through her gag.  "Come back here, you prick.  Get
back to work.  Don't leave me like this.  Don't go.  Oh god.  I can't take
this sexual torture anymore.  Larcher cut me down!  Free one hand.  I'll do
myself in front of you, just let me finish." She screamed in her head.

   Her internal rant ended when the next visitor entered the dome, and she
heard a female voice say, "Oh, excuse me." Then after a brief pause, "What
the hell?" and she heard her leave.

   Moments later a couple of men entered, with that female voice, it turns
out.  "Boy Hun, this couple is kinkier than we are." A man said to the
lady.

   She heard another male voice say, "Who are we to deny a lady in need."

   Then the female voice said, "Get to it boys, I'll milk these."

   Marnie started to struggle in her bonds again.  She wanted someone to
make her climax and ease her tension, but not three at once, and not a
strange woman.  Her concerns were eased a bit though, when she actually
felt the sensations.  These people were a little more in tuned to her
pleasure than the last one, although, the lady wasn't too far off when she
said she would "milk these." She was actually squatting beside her, after
moving her nightgown up over her head and arms.  She was pretending she was
squatting by a cow and milking Marnie's tit with her fingertips, instead of
her whole hands, just to get a laugh.  The second man squatted down on the
other side roughly milking the other, mimicking the woman, and getting into
the fun.

   The first man was standing between Marnie's legs, with his good sized
cock was at her gate.  The man slipped it in with one smooth motion and
held it momentarily to the hilt.  With the smell of suntan lotion, these
must be bathers she thought.  As he started a slow in and out motion,
Marnie's juices started flowing.  She was lubricating this exciting piece
of meat and she was juicing to dilute the sting of the suntan lotion
irritating her sensitive skin.  The man gripped her hips with his fingers
pressing into her flesh at the top of her legs like hooks, keeping her in
place while he orchestrated the right kind and amount of sensation to have
a climax to remember.

   His pumping and sawing increased steadily in tempo.  Marnie's arousal
increased along with it.  The distraction and the humiliation of the other
two joking around with her tits blurred into oblivion.  She was nearing her
conclusion.  She hoped to climax away her frustration with the world.  She
could not express the feelings, sensations, the emotions boiling inside of
her, she was bound gagged and blindfolded.  Her experience had to go within
herself, privately, with no one the wiser, or to appreciate it with her.

   She came.  He sensed the moment and drove her hard and fast, not letting
her come down from the peak she was at, until he could not hold out any
longer and pumped his man juice into her snatch with stiff lunges.

   "Hey Roger buddy, go for it." He said, as he stepped back and aside,
manually squeezing the last drops out and Marnie's juices off.  "Phew! 
Nice fuck." He exclaimed as he got down at Marnie's side and put his
slippery hand on her left tit, where the other man had been.

   "You'd better have more of that for me later, or you're in big trouble
Mr." The lady warned, as her hand now glided up and down Marnie's body from
her pubic mound to her throat.

   The other man was already in her, and was not as big as the first.  "Did
he call him Roger?" She thought to herself.  "No.  Of course, it couldn't
be.  Now don't let your imagination get the better you.  Just try to enjoy
it.  You can't do anything about it.  God, you need it, you need it bad,
anyway.  These people are okay.  They haven't hurt you.  You'll be all
right.  Oh, when is this going to end?" She pined to herself.

   The second man was more frantic than the first, who had been deliberate,
and built up to where he knew he wanted to be, steadily, with
self-assurance, and finesse.  This guy did not know if he wanted to do it
fast, slow, or random.  Marnie just could not get a sense for where he was
going with the dance.  If it were not for the expert hands of the lady
keeping her at a fever pitch of arousal, Marnie would just be enduring this
second man's onslaught without the possibility of conclusion.  The man was
kind of bouncing around her opening that she couldn't close against him. 
She wanted to talk to him, calm him, coach him, guide him, but being
restrained she was prevented from doing so.

   The man came in a very strange way.  He went sort of up and down with
his spasms instead of inward thrusts.  He lost hold of Marnie and she went
crashing to the sand on her knees stretching her crotch wider.  The man and
woman at her sides sat back out of the way and burst out laughing.  The
second man started to get embarrassed when his buddy exclaimed, "What was
that, butter fingers, or should I say 'butter dick'?"

   The second man said, "Come on, let's get out of here before the old man
shows." Then they all went back to the beach.

   No sooner had they left, than Marnie felt a wet nose sniffing her left
breast, then under her belly to her pubic mound, and finally around back to
her snatch.  "Oh god," she thought, I've got to get back up." But, try as
she might, with her legs pulled far apart, she could neither stand nor roll
over to her side.  She tried to scream at the creature through her gag, but
it just got it more excited.  She felt a broad rough tongue glide the full
length of her pussy several times, then she felt it curl and try to lap
inside.  She was frantic.

   She wanted to cum, but not like this.

   Then she heard, "Oh, Buster, (whistle), here boy.  (Whistle).  Come on
boy." The sound grew louder as the person neared, then grew softer as the
person passed.  When the person was near, Buster stopped what he was doing.
When it passed, he went back to licking.  When Buster's coast was clear, he
went up on Marnie's back, hooked his front paws around her hips and started
to hump her ass.  His dick was riding in the crack, not entering any
openings when she heard an uproarious laugh.  It was Larcher.  Marnie tried
to scream at him, but he stood with a Palmcorder taking in this humorous
site.  Marnie shook her whole body violently, flopping her breasts wildly,
which got the attention of the dog for just a second, and he plunged at her
again, this time he was knocking at her anus.  Buster was pushing but
Marnie fought the attack, clamping down.

   Then she heard, "Okay, you mangy critter, you've had your fun." Then
there was a kicking sound and a dog's plaintive yelping fading off into the
distance.

   Larcher untied her legs first.  Marnie rolled over to her side and
brought them together, thankfully, at last.  Larcher took off the blindfold
and assessed her level of anger before deciding to release her hands,
leaving her gag for last.

   "How could you do this to me, you fucking bastard.  I could have been
killed, injured, or . .  ." Marnie unloaded at him, as she broke into
tears.

   Then it occurred to her that Larcher did not have any clothes on.

   "Let's go.  They're done photographing.  They're just relaxing waiting
for you to return." He said, helping her up.  "I'd lose the nightgown, if I
were you, you'll have everyone staring at you like that.  Nobody wears a
nightgown on a nude beach."

   "What about my robe?" She asked.

   "I'll carry that for you.  I'll even carry the nightgown hidden inside,
so it's not so conspicuous."

   "Thanks for small favors." Marnie thought, sarcastically to herself.

   Larcher had Marnie walk in front of him on the trail.  He wanted to
admire that firm ass on the 39 yr.  old, her strong legs, and sensuous
back. He gave her directions, and when they turned, he delighted in the
sides of the large breasts, as they would bounce into view.  When they got
to the beach, Larcher walked beside her on the waterside so the sunbathers
could admire her exceptional body.

   At first Marnie wanted to cover herself as they walked, but instantly
discovered that she was more embarrassed covering her nudity than just
being natural with it.  By the time they were getting close to the shoot
Marnie asked, "Mr.  Larcher, can I have my robe back please?" She did not
want her daughter to see her naked.  Brenda and her mother had not seen
much of each other naked for years.  She wanted to be spared this one
humiliation, even if it meant greater humiliation from the other bathers,
but Larcher ignored her request.

   They were within eyesight of the jetty and all she could see was someone
siting down in the sun in a beach chair.  As they got closer, she realized
that Kenneth, Maggie and Brenda were all sitting out in the sun in beach
chairs, nude.

   "My god, there is my daughter nude, with two total strangers, as if
there was nothing wrong.  I can't help being nude, I'm being forced.  But,
she's doing it by choice.  Where did I go wrong with her." Marnie was
brooding as they closed in.

   "Hi Mom," Brenda said cheerfully, "been having fun on the beach?  You
don't look burned, but you never know.  Here, let Maggie and I put some
lotion on you."

   Marnie just stared dazed and confused.  Then she realized the crusty cum
all up and down her legs.

   "Oh, I think I'll dip in the water first." She said, in hopes of
cleaning up first.

   "That's the spirit, Mom." Brenda encouraged.

   Marnie went in and started to luxuriate in the deep blue, as she got
used to the temperature.  It was nice to go out far enough to tread water,
have her legs move freely without restraint.  It was different than wearing
a bathing suit.  Although there is only a square foot or two difference in
skin exposure, the areas usually covered by a suit felt delightful in the
water.  She thought back, as she bobbed in the water, "Have I ever skinny
dipped?" She could not remember a time except in fantasy.

   Then she noticed people in the water around her.  No one cared that she
was nude.  She stopped caring that they were nude.  Everywhere she looked,
people were nude and did not care.  "What was my fuss, anyway.  This is
really no big deal.  It is kind of the ultimate acceptance in a way, to be
naked in front of all of these people and no one cares.  They'd only care
if I wasn't naked" She pondered.  "Then there's Brenda.  How did she get so
free with herself?  My, she's beautiful.  How did she discover this before
me?  Where have I been?  Am I just too narrow to appreciate these joys? 
Roger.  Oh, he'd never do this.  What if we went as a family?  No, Roger
and Brenda naked in front of each other, it could never be.  I could come
back here.  Maybe just Roger and me.  Would he?  What would he think if I
asked . . ." Marnie's reveries were interrupted by Brenda who came up
behind her and tickled her sides.

   "Having fun?" She asked.

   "Oh, Brenda, you startled me.  Come here.  (Kiss on the cheek) You've
taught me something about myself today."

   "What's that Mom?"

   "Like Larcher said, 'don't knock it unless you try it'.  It took me
being here with you, seeing you free with yourself, my own daughter, to
learn how to be a little freer with myself." She confessed.  "I don't know
how I feel about all of this yet, but I do sense I have jumped a hurdle in
my life, thanks to you."

   "Hey Mom, I just get it from you."

   They hugged as best they could in open water.

   "But Honey, just trust me when I tell you to stay away from Larcher.  He
looks like he is trying to help you, but deep down, he's no good.  You just
have to believe me when I tell you this." Marnie implored her.

   "Oh Mom, I can take care of myself.  Com'on, I'll race you in." Brenda
challenged.

   They sprinted back to shore and ran out of the water together, up to in
front of the three watching them.  They came to a stop panting, mother and
daughter, hands on knees laughing, happy, out of breath.

   "My this is a picture," Kenneth said, "the two prettiest ladies on the
beach laughing together." Maggie turned and backhanded his upper arm. 
"Except my lovely wife here, of course." He added as he rubbed off the
sting.

   "Yeah, why don't you do another shoot, this time with Missy, here."
Larcher said, standing up at her side facing Kenneth and Maggie, putting
his arm across her back.

   Marnie stood up to shrug off Larcher's touch.  "No I really don't think
so." She said.

   "Com'on Mom, it would be cool.  You'd look great.  Dad's birthday is
coming up.  You'd have his present already for him.  Kenneth and Maggie are
really good." Brenda assured her.

   "You know Marnie, I have the stuff I need in the van to do some boudoir
shots right out here.  I'd use the sun overhead by shooting from my
stepladder.  You have a nightgown and robe.  We could do some great things
with this combination.  You really should consider it." Kenneth added.  "We
have the best makeup artist this side of the Mississippi to doll you up, so
that you'd be really proud of the results.  Anything you don't want to give
to your husband on his birthday, you can save for another time, when you
feel he may deserve them." He said with a gleam in his eye.

   "She'll do it." Larcher said.

   "Hey Mom, remember our little talk out in the water.  Give it a try.  I
did and I'm glad I did.  You'll look great, really." Brenda said doing her
best at convincing her.

   "Okay, just a few." Marnie conceded.

   "Okay then, Walter, maybe you'd help me with things in the van.  Marnie
I leave you in Maggie's care.  Brenda, well you just stay as cute as you
are, no you can come with us, I could probably use another pair of hands."
Kenneth directed around the group.

   Brenda put on her mom's robe, and the men put on pants to walk back to
the van.  Marnie sat in the shade under the umbrella and let Maggie do her
magic.

   The three came back with some cloth, poles, a ladder, an ottoman, and
other miscellaneous things.  While Marnie was getting the treatment, the
three put up a set over the sand.  There was a large piece of white
material, which lay along the sand and was held up in back as a nondescript
backdrop.  The ottoman was set center stage covered with a black satiny
cloth that spilled over onto the ground away from the ottoman.  The black
and white contrast set off spot colors on Marnie, like her deep blue eyes
and now red finger and toenails, nipples, and lipstick covered lips.

   When everything was ready, they all turned their attention to Marnie,
and were all impressed with how well Maggie had turned her out.  It looked
like she had used body blush in spots, and added extra color to her nipples
and aureoles.  Marnie was now keeping herself shaved all of the time, and
while this was not rare at the beach, it made her more noticeable to any
passersby.

   Kenneth had her put her nightie and robe back on.  Marnie actually felt
uncomfortable wearing clothes, when all around her were not.  He posed her
in straight and provocative poses in each stage of dress and undress.  By
the time she was posing in her nightie, the people walking the beach
stopped to watch, rather than just rubber neck and keep on going.  Marnie
was lost in the moment, nourished by Kenneth's praise for her looks and
performance, and thrilled by stretching the edge of her envelop.  She did
not notice the magnitude of the crowd that had gathered, until Kenneth
broke to get a couple of other cameras that were loaded with new film.

   Fifty-sixty people, all nude gathered to watch Kenneth have Marnie get
cutesy and kittenish with the camera.  He had her accenting her breasts,
accenting her hips, her ass, come hither looks, I want you now looks, let
me give you what you need looks, and so on.  Marnie was getting really hot
playing to the camera, by Kenneth seducing her mind for the shots, and from
periodic glances at pricks and breasts all around.

   "Oh what am I going to do now?" She thought, "I'm getting it bad again.
I could fuck every guy in this crowd on the spot.  Oh god, where is that
Buster now, just when I need him." She finally thought jokingly, to cut her
tension with a bit of inside humor.

   The nightie was to come off.  Where she had felt uncomfortable nude when
she got there, then felt uncomfortable with clothes back on, was now full
circle to being self-conscious of her nudity again, being posed, openly
displayed, and watched intently by over one hundred eyes.  Brenda stood to
the side silently cheering her mother on.  Marnie was embarrassed to be
posed sitting back on the edge of the ottoman, arms straight, hands back
supporting her from the other edge, her head back looking almost behind
her, her breasts jutting up to the camera, her knees falling lazily to the
sides.  She could not even look back at the Brenda and the people looking
at her cunt and breasts.  Waves of humiliation were washing over her; her
cunt was glistening its moistness in the sunlight; but she was used to
riding these waves of humiliation lately.  She could do it again.

   Then suddenly she sensed a mass change in the onlookers, as if everyone
was holding their breath at the same time.  Then she felt a lick up her
cunt.  She broke out of her trance and snapped her head up to stare in
horror at a mangy excuse for a dog sniffing and licking her snatch.  Then
from the crowd a voice, BUSTER!  COME HERE!  Leave these nice people alone!
Come here boy.  No!  No!  No!  No!"

   Marnie looked at Brenda, who was snickering, but trying to hide it with
her fingers.  She looked past her at the onlookers smiling, laughing, and
now, audibly talking amongst themselves.  Marnie did not know whether she
was going to laugh or cry, but something was about to overtake her, so she
forced it to be a laugh.  This gave the signal for everyone to laugh, and
for a few minutes, it was a party.

   When the laughter died down, people started, slowly but surely, to move
along on their ways.

   Kenneth said, "That's going to have to about do it.  I think I'm
basically out of film for this."

   On the ride home, Marnie and Brenda sat close in the back.  Marnie had
her arms around her and Brenda had her head on Marnie's shoulder.  Larcher
said, after a long stretch of silence, "So Missy, I think you're happy you
came after all, am I right?"

   Brenda's head turned to look at her mother for her reaction.

   "I guess you win, it had its moments." Marnie conceded causing Brenda to
smile.

   "So, don't you think an apology and a 'thank you' is in order?" He
asked.

   Marnie looked at her daughter, "If only she knew the real story." She
thought.  "Yes Mr.  Larcher, I enjoyed much of it, I am sorry for what I
said to you earlier, and thank you for doing this for us." She complied. 
"There I said it you pig!  Go crawl back under the rock you came from and
leave us alone." She added in her mind.

   "Oh, you can call me Walter, Missy.  Brenda does."

   "Thank you W a l t e r.  You can call me Marnie, that's my name."

   "Oh, 'Missy' works for me."

   They rode the rest of the way home in silence.

   Marnie wore one of the sexy numbers Brenda had brought, for the way
home. The sexy number, the nightgown and robe, it was all the same, she
didn't want Roger seeing her in either one.  She would have a lot of
explaining to do as it was.  "Brenda, Honey, how about you go in the front,
take your dad into the kitchen and distract him for a few minutes while I
slip upstairs.  Do you think you could do that for me?"

   "Sure Mom.  I've got him wrapped around this one." She said, holding up
her right pinkie finger.

   "Yes Dear, I know.  Now go."

   Marnie heard them talking faintly.  "Didn't you read my note?  I left it
in plain view in the kitchen . . ." She snuck in and hurried upstairs,
grabbed some clothes and changed in the bathroom.

   "Marnie?!" She heard Roger calling.

   "I'm upstairs in the bathroom.  I thought I was going to burst.  I'm
coming right down." She yelled back.

   Marnie joined her family in the kitchen as quickly as she could.  "Mom,
did you do something with the note I left Dad right about here?"

   "Is that what that was.  I thought it was my marketing list, it was
folded, I couldn't tell."

   "So what have you two been up to today.  I've been worried sick." Roger
demanded.

   "Well, Mom's been working on a surprise for you for your birthday, and
if I tell you what I was up to, it will give you too many clues to your
surprise.  You'll just have to wait to see for a couple more weeks." Brenda
concocted.

   "Brenda, Dear, is there a friend you could look up on short notice to
hang out with for a while?  I think I owe your father a back rub, or
something, to ease the tension and anxiety we put him through today."

   "Sure Mom, I'll take care of it.  Just give me half an hour and I'll be
out of your hair." Brenda said happily.

   For the interim they grazed and nibbled on their individual favorites in
the kitchen together.  The doorbell rang and Brenda got up saying, "That's
for me.  You lovebirds sit tight."

   "So how about that 'or something?'" Roger asked amorously.

   "Sure thing Lover." Marnie served back.

   Then they kissed across the corner of the table, just as they heard from
the hall, "Hi, Jeff.  Thanks for picking me up."

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