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NWMD07.TXT -- 7/18(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 7
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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It was that time of year again for the company picnic. Roger worked for a
large company and their picnics were huge. They were usually at a state park
out of town that the company could reserve the space needed on a particular day
for the occasion. These were camaraderie building events and the employee's
entire family was invited. This year Marnie felt uneasy about going. It had
been rough so far after running into the Larchers. Now that Larcher was
working at her husband's building, Marnie really wasn't as enthusiastic about
Roger working there as she once was.
"Come on, you and Brenda will have a great time. Business is up and I think
they are planning this to be a bigger bash than last year. I get to make you
one of those Roger Burgers you like so much." He pressured playfully, giving
Marnie a hug and a kiss.
"Well, all right. But, if I say to go will you honor that and leave
immediately? I need you to promise. I just don't feel up to it this year like
I have in the past. If we can go, if and when I say, I'll go with you to it."
"That's my gal." Roger said happily, as he gave her another hug and kiss.
On the day of the event, they packed up the usual things for the company
picnic, suits and towels for the lake, baseball mitts and Frisbee for the
games, changes of clothes for the sun and cooler evening, and plenty of
sunscreen. Roger was like a kid anticipating all the adventure the day would
bring. Marnie couldn't shake the anxiety and foreboding she was feeling about
going to this company event. Brenda was acting bored, until they rolled into
the parking lot and she saw some boys without shirts playing catch with a
hardball.
"Please stay where we can see you, Dear. This is a big place and I wouldn't
want any crazy stuff happening to you like we hear about on the news." Marnie
said to Brenda, before letting off on her own.
"Oh Mom. I can take care of myself. Bye." Brenda said as she ran to a knoll
where she could see the boys again.
"Do you think she'll be okay honey?" Marnie asked Roger concerned.
"What's gotten in to you? You haven't been this protective of Brenda since she
was a toddler. Relax, she'll be fine. One day soon, she'll be out on her own,
and there'll just be you and me. Let's start today by having our fun and let
her have her fun. Okay?" Roger said to cheer her up.
Marnie leaned to her side, hugged Roger's arm and stared off into space.
At the picnic site, Marnie started to relax a bit, as she talked with Roger's
secretary, and some of the wives of the other salesmen. She lost herself in
helping prepare and setting out the food for the lunch. Roger was joking with
some of the guys by the barbecue wearing his apron and chef's hat for the
effect. People of all ages were buzzing about, going to or coming from
swimming, playing volleyball and checking into the food area for a snack or
something to drink, recruiting players for a softball game that wasn't
scheduled until later, and just mingling.
There was a lot of flirting among people who didn't see each other, except for
this event and the one at Christmas. Marnie retreated from the advances and
the temptation to flirt back, with Roger so close. By all appearances, she had
become an introverted busybody, with her lack of eye contact and her fussing
with the food.
Marnie was in a bad state at this party. Due to recent events in her life, she
had become horny all of the time, and her crotch ruled her thinking sometimes.
Here, at the picnic, there were men and women in their summer finest, which
meant skimpiest in many cases. Many people were there with the intention of
showing off their efforts throughout the year at the gym, the fat clinics, and
sunbathing. If she looked around too much, it intensified her urges. For her,
it was a tightrope walk between being appropriately sociable and keeping her
sexual tiger caged.
A couple of hours into the party, the greatest number of people were hungry
from all of the physical activities. Marnie stood behind a long table and
offered to help anybody with getting the food they wanted on their plates when
they had both hands full. Marnie looked at plates and the food on the table as
much as possible. She didn't want to field passes, compliments, or involved
questions. When Brenda came through the line, she had to put her face down by
the food to get a "Hello" from her mother.
"Could you give me a little of that Jell-O, please? There's always room they
say." She asked of her mother, then looked at the lad next to her in line.
"I'll have what she's having." The voice next in line said.
Marnie froze into a trance and had a flashback, at the sound of the voice.
"Mom. Hey Mom! Are you all right?" Brenda said, trying to snap her out of
it.
When she snapped to, she answered Brenda, "Oh fine. Yes fine, Dear."
She looked up at the person in line next to Brenda, then she became pale, as if
she'd seen a ghost. There was the Larcher kid, Jeff, as snively as ever,
smiling a shit eating grin.
"You remember Jeff, Mom. He and his dad were the ones that helped us with the
car a while back."
"Yes of course. Nice to see you again, and thank you so much for your help."
Marnie said pleasantly for appearances.
"Nice to see you too Miss." Larcher replied.
Marnie watched intently as the two sat down under a tree and ate their lunch
together. She resolved to trust her intuition better in the future. She knew
this picnic would lead to no good. Now, her daughter was getting familiar with
Larcher's kid. If Roger only knew what this company event could be doing to
their family, he probably would have been the first to decline the invitation.
"Oh god!" Marnie was thinking, "where there is smoke, there is fire. The dad
must be here too." She feared. She continued to survey the grounds until she
grew tired of the vigilance and let her guard down somewhat, as she was brought
into a conversation next to her.
When she looked back at the tree where Brenda and Jeff were sitting, they were
gone. Leaning up against the tree with arms and legs folded was Larcher
staring back at her. She grew a little faint and her legs weren't a hundred
percent for a moment. She started to look back at Roger, but thought better
than to ID her husband to Larcher.
Larcher beckoned her to him with his index finger. Marnie put some random food
on a plate and walked it out to him. "What are you doing here. This is a
company picnic." Marnie challenged.
"Nice to see you too, Missy." Larcher said with false hurt feelings. "You
forget Missy, I work for the building that your husband's company occupies.
I'm moonlighting to provide security to keep each and everyone of you safe
here." He said in a cutesy way, ending with a pat of his index finger on her
nose. He looked down at the plate. "You sure aren't concerned about my health,
though. There is nothing but grease, sugar and salty foods on this plate."
"Larcher, I mean Mr. Larcher, please don't play with me or my daughter here.
Not today, please. This is an important event for my husband. It's the annual
company picnic for god's sake. Please." Marnie begged.
"What ever do you mean? I don't play with you, I give you what you need. I
bet you need me right now, don't you?" He said, looking at her knowingly.
"Can't we just have a truce for today, please." She pleaded
"You haven't answered me. You need me right now, don't you? I've been
watching the way you have been avoiding getting involved at this picnic. My
guess is you are fighting the temptation to rape every man here. Am I right?"
Marnie looked down at her fingertips, red with embarrassment, "Mr. Larcher,
please."
"Just as I thought. So are you shaved for me today?" There was a pause with
no answer. "Are you going to tell the answer or show me the answer right
here."
"Yes, I've kept myself shaved." She confessed.
"Good. I'd like to see that bald pussy of yours right now, but I'm going to
try to honor your request and let it pass. I'd like you to do something for
me, though."
"What would that be?" Marnie asked with trepidation.
"What kind of swim suit did you bring? One piece or two piece?"
"Ah, one piece."
"With your figure, it should always be a two piece. Well then, I'd like you to
go into that bathroom there and take off your bra and panties, stuff them in
your sneakers and walk your sneakers back out to me here." Larcher instructed.
"I can't do that here. Look, you can see the outline of my bra and panties
through this blouse and shorts as it is." Marnie protested.
"You ask a big thing of me, which is against my nature, and in return you
refuse a small little thing that is probably more in your nature now than when
we first met. Now, don't you think you should reconsider?" He said, giving
her another chance to follow his directions.
"Damn you!" Marnie said under her breath as she turned toward the bathroom
facilities.
It was a busy place, with all of the people in attendance and so few stalls.
Marnie waited in line for a stall to open up. She took off the under things
and replaced the sleeveless white blouse and the pale yellow shorts. She tried
to look at herself in the stall before exciting, but couldn't get the whole
picture. With the women and girls standing in line for the stalls and mirrors,
she thought better than to check herself out in the mirror before leaving.
There were looks enough just walking out of the restroom barefoot with her
shoes in her hand.
As she walked across the grass to where Larcher was waiting, she realized how
vulnerable she was barefoot. Any twig, pebble or rough piece of litter caused
her to flail her arms around for balance, as her tender feet rejected her full
weight on them. This caused her larger breasts, now unencumbered to flail
about under the blouse as well. About twenty feet from Larcher, she stepped on
something painful and she dropped the shoe with the bra tucked most of the way
into it. She had to scramble to stuff it back in before anyone was the wiser.
As she approached Larcher, he looked pleased with his choice. "See, its a good
thing you stay shaved for me, the only dark things that show through this way,
are your nipples."
Marnie looked down and wanted to drop her shoes and cover her breasts with her
arms, but that would draw more attention to her. She did realize, though, in
looking at herself, that with the sun moving from directly overhead to down in
the west a bit, meant she would have to stay in the shade and in front of dark
backgrounds to avoid having her 38D, fairly firm for her age, breasts on full
display for everyone down-light from her.
"Can I go now?" Marnie asked defeated and annoyed.
"That's all for now, except I'd like you to bring me some real food, like
something your husband is cooking up."
Marnie stared back at him with scorn, breathed out deeply, and went back to the
covered food area to fetch Larcher a 'Roger Burger'. Since mere walking was
hazardous to her modesty, she took it slowly and carefully back to the food
table. She walked over to Roger, and tried to stay behind him to his side, as
she asked him, "I have a special request for one of your burgers. Do you have
one ready for me?"
"Sure, Snookums. Here ya go_oooo_what happened to your bra?" He asked as he
realized the change in her dress immediately.
"Is it that noticeable?" Marnie asked innocently. "I was getting this itchy
rash, and I couldn't just go around scratching my breasts here in front of
everyone. It seems to have been the bra that caused it, because they were fine
shortly after I took it off." She lied, which she was getting expert at, to
cover the tracks Larcher always left on her.
"You poor thing." He said sympathetically. "But, I don't see how you are
going to mange to keep my horny friends, much less me, off of you like this."
He said concerned. "What else did you bring to wear?"
"I've got a bathing suit, but somehow serving food in a swimsuit seems worse,
don't you think?" She asked hopefully. "I suppose. Please be careful Hun,
there seems to have been a lot of horniness around the office this last month.
Everybody is talking sex, underground videos, afternoon delights, orgy's in the
office, it's a wonder we do as well as we do with the business, considering.
I'm just lucky to have such a sexy wife with a healthy libido like you."
"I'll be as careful as I can Dear. I've got to run this over to the gentleman
who requested it." She said, then tiptoed up to plant a kiss on his lips.
"Can you keep your eyes out for Brenda, Honey? I didn't like the looks of the
crowd she was with a little while ago.
"Sure thing." He said, as he patted and goosed his wife on her beautiful butt,
nearly making her lose the burger for Larcher to the ground as she turned to
leave.
Marnie carefully returned to Larcher with his order.
"He is a good cook, you luck out again with this guy."
"Mr. Larcher, please let me put my bra back on. Some of these people can make
or break my husband's career with this company. I can't afford to louse it up
for him. Look at me. Sure it's amusing to you, maybe stimulating to the other
guys here, but to the wives, it is foul play and me and my husband would become
pariahs when they see me this way." Marnie pleaded.
"You know Walter always looks out for you. I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
I'm going to introduce you to the man who can make your husband's career
skyrocket. Come on." He insisted, holding out his hand.
"No, I can't, not here, not now, not like this." She protested, as she tried
to pull away from his grasp.
The struggle would draw attention to her, and the last thing she wanted was any
attention drawn to her at all. So she reluctantly followed Larcher in tow.
Along the way, she got away with pretending to scratch her side with her free
arm as a way of unobtrusively placing her arm under her breasts for support,
but Larcher was walking just a little too fast for her to maintain the level of
decency that she would be comfortable with. Plus the physical exertion was
raising the perspiration on her skin a bit. From the looks of it, Larcher was
taking her to one of the volleyball set ups. This one had a crowd of men
around it because the wives were playing off to see which team would challenge
the husband's team.
When they reached the game, Larcher had Marnie stand between him and a late
forty or early fifty something balding man, who really seemed to be into the
game. At a pause in the action, Larcher cleared his throat and said,
"Afternoon Mr. Chester. This is a great party this year."
"Oh, thanks, yes it is. Walter, isn't it?" He replied.
"Yes Sir, Walter Larcher, Sir. Have you met Marnie here, she's the wife of
Roger in sales."
"Yes, I know him, good man. Southeast area, I believe. Glad to meet you. My,
he has good taste. Where has he been hiding you? Have you been to one of
these picnics before."
"Oh yes Sir. I've always enjoyed them." Marnie said politely.
"I guess they're too big for me to get to know everyone's families. But I sure
am glad to meet you. Oh, Good Shot there! Have you ever played volleyball
before?" He asked between cheering.
"Not so that I developed any skill at it." She replied.
"Well, you know these two teams are uneven. Why don't you walk onto the team
on the left there." Before she could answer, Mr. Chester had stopped play to
allow Marnie to join in the game.
"No really, I'm not very good. I don't think I even know all of the rules."
Marnie tried to decline the invitation.
"Nonsense, everybody can learn and play it before the end of one game. Here you
go on the left front. Just rotate positions when you are prompted, hit the
ball only once in a row, and have fun." Mr. Chester said.
With a push in the low back from Larcher, Marnie was on her way to shocking the
volleyball world in this park. When it was clear she wasn't going to be much
help on the playing field, the others tried to cover for her. Marnie would put
her hands up to her face as if to protect herself from a falling rock each time
the ball came near her. When she was rotated to the middle front, her team
called a time-out. They were serious about winning so they could get their
chance at the men's team. During the time out they instructed Marnie to stand
with her hands over her head about four inches apart. Then, just get directly
under the ball and push it back up in the air. All they wanted from her was to
keep it in play so it wouldn't hit the ground.
So every time the ball was served, until a side was given the point, Marnie
stood under the falling ball and jumped up, pushing it back up into the air.
Pleased with the success she was having with this simple technique, she didn't
notice that one by one, most of the spectators who were on the one side with
the sun to their backs had gradually moved to the side facing the sun on the
other. Between the light outlining the shape and size of her breasts and her
perspiration making her shorts and blouse more and more translucent, she had
the crowd cheering for her team, and her successful shots in particular.
Her team pulled a come from behind victory. They were jumping, screaming and
hugging. The other side congratulated them and wished them good luck against
the champion husband team. Marnie was now fully aware of the display she was
presenting. She tried to beg out of the championship match, but the crowd
wouldn't have it. She was part of getting them there and she needed to finish
with them, or so they all argued.
The excitement of the game, the humiliation of being on display, the
perspiration running down her body started to make her butt crack and bald
pussy visible. The blouse was starting to get a little clingy too. So, Marnie
thought it would be best to untuck her shirttails to counteract whatever she
could with them laying loose on top of her shorts. She couldn't keep her legs
together nor could she play with her arms across her chest and be any help to
her team, so she had to bite the bullet and just do her best to help her team
win.
The first game was won by the women, before the husbands woke up from their
overconfidence to realize they actually had a battle on their hands. The sight
of the sweaty bodies of the husband's across the net with tank tops and shirts
off, was getting Marnie wet between the legs, as her pussy juices mixed with
the sweat. The pale yellow shorts were now showing all of her cracks and folds
when she bent to pick up the ball. The wives were just as fascinated with her
body and her bald pussy as the men, it seemed, but in their own way.
The second game was hard fought by both sides and the husbands won, but just
barely. Marnie couldn't hide a thing from the crowd, so she started trying to
use her assets to her team's advantage in the rubber match. She unbuttoned a
couple of buttons at the top of her blouse, so when she was in the front with
her hands on her knees in a ready position, the front row could look down her
blouse to view some cleavage. When she bent to pick up the ball, she did so a
little slower than necessary, pointing her rear at the husbands. When the game
came down to the wire and the score was 13 - 14 husband's side out, the wives
went for broke on the husband's service. Marnie was at the middle front with
her hands ready over her head, when the wife immediately behind her grabbed her
shirttails and pulled her top up, exposing her full breasts in all their glory
to the server just as he was about to serve. He ended up sideswiping it out of
bounds on his side. On the side out for the women, Marnie held her blouse up
herself, as the ball lobbed down to the ground between two awestruck husbands.
The wives all turned to the center of their team, crouched forward with their
hands in fists, mouths wide open, looks of disbelief on their faces, and pumped
their legs up and down like they were running in place in a wide stance yelling
"Yesss!". Cheers rang out from the crowd that could be heard all over the
park. Two teammates took what was left in the water cooler, laid aside the
lid, and poured it over Marnie, who looked like a drowned rat that couldn't
catch its breath. A couple of guys hoisted Marnie up on their shoulders and
started a procession back to the picnic area with Marnie, the wet heroine, on
high, leading the way. Hands came up from behind and patted congratulations on
her low back and butt. Occasionally, a hand would stroke her exposed pussy
when they thought they could get away with it. Marnie's heart was beating so
fast she thought it would pop out of her chest and flop around on the ground.
She tried to concentrate on breathing normally as a foundation to calming down.
Everything was happening so fast, she was totally disoriented.
When she got in range of Roger being able to see her, she madly pulled at the
material of her blouse to unstick it from her skin. She couldn't close her
legs to hide her shaved pussy showing through, until they let her down. When
the crowd got to the eating area, they put Marnie on her feet, and started to
fan out, many grabbing a meal they had put off until now.
Roger led Marnie away from the crowd deeper into the shelter. What on earth
happened to you?" He quizzed.
"I got suckered into a volleyball game. When the women beat the men, my
teammates were so excited I was able to help them, they drowned me with
icewater." Marnie replied, relieved she was able to relate the truth this
time.
"You poor thing. We've got to get you dry. Lets go back to the car." Roger
said as he hugged her to transfer his body warmth to her.
Marnie put her hands on his butt and pulled his groin into hers. "What I
really need is for us to sneak into the woods and for you to ravage me. Now!"
"Marnie, Sweetie, what are you saying? This is a gathering of the people I
work with. What if we get caught?" He worried.
"Honey, either take me in private or take me right here. I don't care. I've
got to get some relief or I'm going to explode. Let's go now." She said
urgently as she grabbed Roger's hand and dragged him away from the food
shelter.
Marnie dragged him to the car. They got out a blanket. Then she led him at a
determined pace toward the lake, then along the lake, then back along the edge
of the park, near the volleyball setups, around a baseball diamond. Then
Marnie stopped, frustrated that there was no place private. "Here, this way."
She said starting to make her own trail into the woods. When they were out of
sight and almost out of earshot of everyone and everything going on at the
park, Marnie relaxed a bit. She smiled, slowly approaching her capture, put
her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. As they kissed, she
reached down and put her hand on his crotch and squeezed and massaged until he
was stiffening and undulating his hips to her touch. Next, she undid his
shorts and pulled his underwear down to his knees. She knelt and put her mouth
on his cock and started to lick, suck and glide her mouth over its length.
When he was as hard as steel, balls tight up, she stopped, stood up and started
to slowly unbutton her blouse. Roger quickly stepped out of his pants and
removed his shirt. He groaned as she started to slowly undo her shorts. Roger
quickly unfurled the blanket on the ground and lay down on his side, propped up
on one elbow, watching and admiring his standing wife doing a slow undulating
seductive dance with her eyes closed.
When she opened her eyes, Roger was extending his hand to her to join him.
With a sultry expression, she slinked forward and knelt down next to him. As
she leaned forward to kiss him, both bodies went into a continuous smooth
motion of intertwining until Roger was on top of her between her legs and
Marnie was in pre-rapture, anticipating the ravaging she was about to get by
her man.
Roger swept her legs up in his arms and leaned over to kiss her love nest,
something he seldom did, except for special occasions like now. Marnie was
beside herself with lust. Roger mashed his tongue, his lips, and his nose all
around her nest. He hummed, sucked, and gently teased with his teeth. When he
reached up and pinched her nipples, she scissored her legs around his head and
arched her butt off of the blanket in an earth shattering orgasm. The moment
she relaxed her legs enough for him to get his head out, he plunged his cock
into his wife trying to keep her surfing the orgasmic wave.
Marnie was bucking like a banshee. Roger's wonderful cock and practiced motion
were not letting her come down from where she was. If she were to cum again, it
would be a new, higher threshold. "Oh yes! You're wonderful. Do me. Oh do
me good. Oh, you wonderful man." Marnie exclaimed in the throes of passion.
Then for no particular reason, she opened her eyes and looked to the Roger's
right rear. There stood Larcher partially covered by vegetation, with a
palmcorder. Marnie started to hit Roger on the right arm. Roger thought she
wanted him to work harder and he increased his effort. Marnie looked at
Larcher then got overtaken by her state and tried to cum as fast as she could.
She was so close, and would be worse off if she didn't get over this mountain.
Roger was pumping as hard and as fast as he could. He was nearing his release.
Marnie was panicking. "Oh Honey, please don't stop if you can help it. I'm so
close. Oh god, you're wonderful." She said, blocking out Larcher's presence.
Marnie bucked and squirmed like a worm on a hook as Roger was starting to
stiffen his thrusts. She arched her back to take his climax, stiffening
herself to endure her release, forming a human bridge between the two of them
off of the ground. Each after-thrust of Roger's sent an after-jolt of orgasm
to Marnie, till they lay totally spent next to each other on the ground.
Remembering what she saw, Marnie crunched up to her elbows and looked around,
but there was no trace of anyone around. Marnie was then haunted by the
nagging conflict between hoping it to have been her imagination and, her
concern that, if so, her imagination might be affecting her moments with Roger.
The former or the later would mean that she was no longer successful at keeping
the Larchers free from her family.
"Thank you Dear. You're so good to me. I Love you very much." She said to
Roger in an embrace, just before they started to dress and pack up. "Where is
that Brenda, anyway?" She pondered out loud.
When they got back to the food shelter, there were Marnie's shoes next to
Roger's barbecue tools, apron neatly folded, with his chef's hat sitting up on
top. Marnie went for the shoes, only to discover that the bra and panties were
gone. By now she was dry, but her hair and clothing were disheveled.
"It's time to go Hun, don't you think?" Marnie asked hopefully.
"Sure do Sweets. Let me get my things." Roger said, as he went to pick up his
cooking gear.
"Where do you suppose Brenda is?" Marnie asked.
"It's okay. She left a note. We'll meet her at the house." Roger said
unconcerned.
"Really!? What does it say?" Marnie asked alarmed.
"Here." Roger handed it to her.
"Hey Mom and Dad, Jeff Larcher and his dad are taking me for a ride back to
town. Meet you at home. Love, Brenda."
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