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NWMD08.TXT -- 8/19(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 8
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"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. We'll call, and report our
concern, if she doesn't show up in the next half an hour, okay?" He said,
trying to disguise his worry from his wife.
As Roger gave his wife 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 step 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, sniffing 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"Did she seem upset, angry, withdrawn, anything unusual, when she talked to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 piped in.
"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 posed.
"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 her 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 still 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 had 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 peppered 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 to 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 she was holding.
Marnie jumped in and closed the door so she wouldn't 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 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 with.
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 kidnaping." 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 I'm
told 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 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 the way to church. "Larcher,
can't you let us off some place else?"
"Missy. You want out, get out. Otherwise, your 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." Larcher
presented her such.
"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 head shots. 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 couldn't 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 sun bathers approached, and set up
camp within eyeshot to watch the goings on. She broke the pose, then she put
the robe back up.
"Brenda, I just can't have you do 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 to much, because her robe was open and the struggling made her breasts
bounce and sway more than they already were just from 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, which read "Reserved Parking"
on one side, from work.
"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, that was most frequently used by gawking pervs with telephoto
lenses. This area, with grasses, bushes, and 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 with stray pieces of toilet paper, indicating it was used by
bathers that were too lazy to use the furnished port-a-pottys 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 the ball gag was lodged into her
mouth.
She tried to watch Larcher behind her, but couldn't 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 sign boards. 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, that 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, and another inside next to Marnie which 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
dome. 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
couldn't 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 furious. 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 didn't weigh on her like it might have, 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. 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 whinnied through her gag. "Come back here, you prick. Get back
to work. Don't leave me lick 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 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 finger tips, 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, and a good sized cock was at
her gate. The man slipped it in with one smooth motion, holding it momentarily
to the hilt. With the smell of suntan lotion, the ease with which he entered
her, 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 in tempo steadily. Marnie's arousal increased
along with it. The distraction of the other two, joking around at her expense,
blurred into oblivion, as she neared the conclusion of her travails at
climaxing away her frustration with the world. She couldn't 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.
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 couldn't 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 was deliberate, and built
up to where he knew he wanted to be, steadily, with self assurance, and
finesse. This guy didn't know if he wanted to do it fast, slow, or random.
Marnie just couldn't get a sense for where he was going with the dance. If it
weren't 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 was restrained 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 he sand on her knees. 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, lets get out of here before the old man shows."
And, 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 didn't 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 its
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, for a 39 yr. old, strong legs, and back. He gave her directions, and
when they turned, he delighted in the sides of the large 38D breasts as they'd
bounce into view. As they got to the beach, Larcher walked beside her on the
water side so the bathers 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. But then, they were getting close to the shoot. "Mr.
Larcher, can I have my robe back please?" She asked nicely. She didn't want
her daughter to see her naked. Brenda and her mother hadn't seen each other
naked for years, well before Brenda entered puberty. 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. Even though 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 couldn't 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 didn't 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 miss 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 both sprinted back to shore and ran out of the water together, up to in
front of the three who were 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 back handed 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' 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 step ladder. 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."
"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 laid
along the sand and was lead up in back as a nondescript backdrop. The ottoman
was set center stage covered with a black satiny cloth that spilled over unto
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 wasn't
rare at the beach, it made her more noticeable to 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 so lost in the
moment, nourished by Kenneth's praise for her looks and performance, thrilled
by stretching the edge of her envelop, that she didn't 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, Kenneth seducing her mind for the shots, a periodic glance 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, right here, right
now. 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 couldn't even look back at
the Brenda and the people looking at her cunt and breasts. Waves of humiliation
were washing over her, her cunt 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 didn't 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 came up to look at her mother for her reaction.
"I guess you win, it had its moments." Marnie conceded. Brenda smiled.
"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 had worn 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 next while 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 love birds 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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