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NWMD21.TXT -- 21/21(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 21
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Hey Barb, what are you doing awake so early?" Marnie asked noticing the time,
6:30.
"I'm sorry Marnie, I didn't mean for you to have to wake up too. I just
couldn't sleep any more." Barbara said.
"What's wrong? Didn't yesterday's event take the load off your shoulders?"
Marnie asked.
"Yes, thank you. I feel better about all of that." Barbara said. "It's just
that I am feeling strange down, ah, well you know, down here and here." She
said, referring to her crotch and rear holes.
"Felling kind of stretched, worked over, a little tender, maybe even a little
itchy? Tension building up because you can't do much directly about it?"
Marnie asked knowingly. Barbara nodded embarrassed. "I've got that too.
Maybe today, certainly tomorrow, we are going to have the hornies real bad."
Barbara looked on worried as Marnie continued. "That's what I was telling you
about. What happened to us was like pulling that train thing. A thorough work
over down there can have a profound effect on your sex drive. That's why I was
asking if you thought you could handle the tiger."
"What do you do about it?" Barbara asked meekly.
"We're gonna have to feed the tiger, Babe. That's all there is to it." Marnie
said with authority.
"Oh my god, how am I going to do that. George is thousands of miles away."
Barbara exclaimed with panic.
"Well, it's not like this place is without its possibilities." Marnie offered.
"What are you saying?"
"Well, let's just get up, be first in line for breakfast, and join some of the
sporting events. We can attack it from getting ourselves exhausted first."
Marnie directed.
"Okay." Barbara responded tentatively.
*****
"Hey Paul, where have you been." Brad said, referring to the time 9:45.
"Hi Brenda. I got a little tied up. I'm glad you waited." Paul explained.
"Are you sure this is going to be okay?" Brenda asked.
"We won't be able to stay very long, because if someone stops and looks in,
they will see us if they stand over there." Paul warned. "I don't think our
dad would appreciate our doing this behind his back." Brad nodded his
concordance.
They went over to the machine and Paul turned it on. He leaned on a counter
and smiled at Brenda as the machine got itself up to speed. "I hope you still
like me after you see what is on those pictures. They are more than
snapshots." Brenda warned.
"You've had me dreaming about them, ever since earlier today." Paul said.
"Looks like it's ready." Brenda pointed out to the distracted Paul.
As the first pictures started to roll out, they all squeezed in tight to see.
Jimmy had trouble getting a view so Brenda took batches and handed them to him.
"Why do we need four copies of each shot?" Jimmy asked.
"We all get a set, don't we?" Paul responded.
"Yeah, we're all partners remember?" Brad reminded.
Brenda glanced down and smiled to herself when she noticed the bulge Paul was
adjusting in his pants on the sly. Jimmy was in seventh heaven not only
because he had new pictures for his book, but that everyone acted as if they
liked his photography, the real appreciation being somewhat lost on him.
"Golly, Brenda. You had sex with yourself in front of Jimmy?" Paul asked, as
the dildo shots started rolling off.
"Cool!" Brad added.
"Well, yes. We were following the action on a video." Brenda said, now
embarrassed with Paul saying it out loud. "It is a natural thing. Why
shouldn't he be able to see it?" She added defensively.
"Yeah! We were being professional. Right Brenda?" Jimmy voiced up in her
defense.
"I don't know, it's just that we could all get in trouble from these, I think."
Paul said.
"If everyone keeps the partnership quiet and the pictures private, what could
go wrong, right?" Brad asked.
"So Brenda, you got a boyfriend or what?" Paul asked.
"No one special, how about you?" Brenda replied.
"Yeah, he's got one. Miss Prissy. If she ever saw these, she'd bust a
gasket." Brad interrupted.
"I suppose I do. Her name is Donna, but I've been thinking about cutting it
off." Paul said sheepishly.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be responsible for any trouble in your
situation, after you have been so nice to help us out." Brenda said
flirtatiously.
"When are you through looking after Jimmy here?" Paul asked.
"The Crandels get back in tomorrow night. We have to pick them up at 5:30."
Brenda explained.
"What are you doing after that?" Paul probed.
"My mom is overseas, and my dad is home alone, so I guess I could just about do
anything I wanted."
"Would you like to get together later on Sunday evening?" Paul asked.
"Sure that would be okay. Call me at Crandels' tomorrow." Brenda said.
Jimmy and Brad were busy dividing up the pictures in equal piles while Brenda
and Paul talked. "Well that's it." Paul finally said. "Time to get the hell
out of here."
"Hey Jimmy, is it okay if I spend the night? Brad asked outside the shop.
Jimmy wanted a valid reason to say "no" to come to him. Short of that, he
wanted Brenda to say "No" for him. He was looking forward to having time with
her alone. He looked at Brenda hoping she would save him, while trying to
appear to Brad that he was advocating for it to happen. Brenda was not happy
about Brad inviting himself over, nor the extra responsibility, but offered,
"If you mind me and do exactly as I say, when I say it, no fuss, no argument, I
guess it would be okay. Just remember, if you don't mind me, I'll take you
home right away. Is that agreeable to you?"
"Cool. Yeah you can be the boss again." He conceded.
Jimmy was disappointed, but as long as Brenda and Brad were at peace, "things
might be fun." He thought.
Once back at the house Brad asked, "Can we watch that video you guys were
talking about?"
"Which video, the ones we modeled or the one we made of the modeling." Jimmy
said, not realizing he was spilling beans.
"You two made a video?" Brad said enthusiastically. "Let's see that."
"Jimmy." Brenda said sounding disappointed in him. Jimmy looked sorry for
letting it out. "You've seen the pictures. It's the same thing."
"No it's not the same. I am a partner that couldn't be there for the shoot.
You have a video of the shoot right? Well, this gives me a chance to be part
of the shoot." He argued.
"That score was settled at the mall, remember? You had me naked in public.
That was a big price to let you in on this." Brenda argued back. Then she
called his bluff, "If you see the video, you see me naked more times than is
necessary, so the only way you can even it out is if you watch it naked." She
offered, thinking it was an offer he would have to refuse.
"Sure, no problem, Jimmy go get the tape." Brad said, to Brenda's shock, as he
began unbuttoning his shirt.
Jimmy ran upstairs and brought down the camera, which he plugged into the
television. Brad sat on the couch with his hands over his crotch as the tape
began. Jimmy monitored Brenda and Brad's reaction to each other. Brenda was
not getting the level of humiliation and embarrassment from Brad that she would
have hoped for. "So Brad, why don't you take your hands away, it's not being
truly naked if you keep parts of you covered up."
Brad slowly and sheepishly put his hands at his sides. He was starting to get
pubic hair and his cock and balls were already maturing. He tried to watch the
video, but Brenda kept on distracting him. "Nice equipment you are starting to
get there." She said, to get a reaction from him. "What's that I see, is it
straightening out? Is it coming to attention?" She began taking off her
blouse. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" She said. "Jimmy, you may get
that lesson you've been waiting for, tonight" She said, removing her clothes
down to just her bra and panties. "Jimmy, why don't you advance that tape to
some free space, and let's make some more video, an instructional video."
Jimmy did as Brenda suggested. Brad was turning red. He was fixated on the
sensuous movements of Brenda's body as she moved around him on the couch,
gliding an index finger around his face and up and down his arms and his legs.
His cock was fully engorged and he wanted someone, something to touch it.
Despite the embarrassment of his situation, he wasn't about to touch it himself
in front of Brenda. Jimmy had run for the tripod while the tape was advancing.
When he was all set up, Brad was positioned mortified in the middle of the
couch, practically sitting on his hands to avoid the urge to touch his penis
and end the frustration and tension built up in his groin.
When Jimmy gave Brenda the sign that he was ready to roll, Brenda gave him a
nod and began to speak when she saw the red light, "We are here on the set of
JimBren Instructional Video Enterprises, hey Jimmy that spells 'JIVE", . . .
bringing you today the lesson on 'Young Male Sexual Function'. Meet our
subject Brad." Brenda was narrating as she signaled Jimmy in for a close up of
Brad on the couch. "As you can see, Brad has the common condition in young
boys called a 'boner'. Brad would you like to say anything to the audience?"
Brad looked up at the camera meekly, forced a shy smile, and gave a feeble
wave. "Brad here likes to touch peoples' crotches, I know. Most of all, he
likes to touch his own, but we'll get to that later."
"No." Brad protested, but went immediately back to smiling for the camera.
"The first part of this lesson is exploring the sensitivities of the male
reproductive organs." Brenda said sidesaddling up to him on the couch and
pointed as she narrated. "First we have the nipples here. They are sensitive
and can give both pleasure and pain due to this sensitivity. See here." She
coaxed them erect, then she pinched and twisted them.
"Ouch! What are you doing?" Brad said angrily.
"See what I mean? They are very sensitive and often overlooked on the male
animal. Next we have the penis. Yes this stiff appendage poking out at you
here." She said touching the very tip with the pad of her index finger. Then
she traced her finger down the underside to his balls, which she hefted and
held to the camera in her open hand. "It is attached by tubing inside to these
called testicles or balls or nuts, whatever. These hold what makes this boy a
man. Why these sensitive numbers are on the outside, we'll never know." She
flicked a finger into one of them. Both Brad and Jimmy winced in pain. "You
see, they are the weakest link in the male body." Brad sat with his eyes
rolled back under closed lids to will away the pain, breathing deeply, not
breaking from his position sitting on his hands. "But, they can also be the
seat of intense pleasure, you see." She said as she started to gently and
sensuously massage the danglers. "Now for some demonstrations of the pleas ure
zones." She said, then to Brad she instructed, "slouch down and let those
knees hang apart." She reinforced her stage direction by placing his feet
apart.
Brenda walked around the room picking up things after telling Jimmy to pause
the camera. Brad was content to wait in position and merely following her
movements around the room with his eyes as much as he could. She left briefly
to the kitchen and returned with several items she kept hidden behind her back.
"Okay Jimmy, you can roll again." Then to the camera, "Okay Ladies and
Gentlemen, it is all about touch. Not touch as in 'touch something to it' like
this." She said as she pulled out a fly-swatter and placed it both as a
pointer and as a toucher, partly on his balls, but mostly on his cock. "Does
that do anything for you?" She asked Brad. He was actually excited by the
whole thing. "Well I guess a little, but a sudden touch like this," she
swatted his balls and the underside of his penis, "is definitely out." Brad
leaned forward making an "O" with his mouth. "It's really about touch with
movement to create friction." She said moving the swatter up and down over the
ar ea, bringing Brad's enthusiasm back.
Brenda then chose a glass egg from Mrs. Crandel's crystal collection. "Now the
touch can be too hard like this." She said as she rolled the heavy egg around
the area, causing Brad to wince each time it pressured his own eggs. "Or it
can be too light, like this." She said as she took a feather duster to it.
This she kept up to torment him, to make him beg for relief. Brad lurched his
hips up into the duster in futile attempts at increasing the pressure and
sensation. Finally, when he was sweating, and precum was apparent, she said,
"Then there are his fingers, which are just right."
She took his hand from under his butt and placed it on his cock. He was
mortified. He was embarrassed. He was about to go insane from needing to
relieve himself. "Now there are two ways to get relief in this situation. You
can start to rub it like Brad is about to do, or you can just cut the problem
off with something like this." She said brandishing a chef's knife from the
kitchen for the camera.
That was all the incentive bread needed. He started wanking his cock, with the
camera rolling, oblivious eventually to it and the others in the room. Brenda
sat beside him and nonchalantly held a tray of butter, in case he wanted some.
He was about to cum, opened his eyes, and without skipping beats,
absentmindedly grabbed some butter and slicked up just in time to erupt a young
horny lad's rope of cum at the camera, almost hitting it.
Several lurches later, Jimmy exclaimed, "Ooooo Brad, what a mess!"
Then Brenda placed herself in front of the camera again. "And there you have
it, that's the way it is done, the young man sexual response right before your
very eyes." Then she stepped out of the camera's way again to allow Jimmy to
capture a closing shot of Brad dazed and confused on the couch. "Cut." Brenda
finally said. "It's a wrap."
She sat next to Brad and patted his leg. "You're star material, great job.
Now why don't you take a shower and get ready for bed. I'll see if there are
any bedclothes you'll be able to borrow. Jimmy, I think it is time for us to
get ready for bed too. Why don't you go take your bath." She said with a
wink. "I'll be up to help if you need it."
While Jimmy drew the bath and brushed his teeth, Brenda looked and found some
pajamas of Mr. Crandel's and took them to the shower, but Brad wasn't there.
She went back down stairs and found him huddled up in a fetal position fast
asleep, so she took a clean sheet and a couple of blankets and covered him up
for the night. When she got back up to the bathroom, Jimmy was stepping in.
"Does my favorite young man to sit for, need any help?"
"I sure do. Tonight I think I need help all over."
Brenda took off her bra and panties and stepped into the tub. "What about
Brad?" Jimmy asked.
"Fast asleep downstairs, I'm afraid." Brenda related.
Jimmy beamed as Brenda was on hands and knees facing him, reaching out with a
washcloth to wash him starting at the neck. Jimmy went straight for the jets
on the Jacuzzi. "You devil you." Brenda said surprised but pleased. She was
making little pretense now about wanting to stay in the path of the jet aimed
at her nether region. She closed her eyes, dropped her head, and when Jimmy
started to play with her nipples with his toes, she did nothing to stop him.
She reared her head on occasion, and on one such moment, Jimmy slid forward,
put his shoulder up under her chin and locked in his neck to her neck, as he
rested his head on her shoulder. With her heavy breathing, he cupped his hands
on her hanging breasts. As her chest heaved, he stroked her nipples as they
pressed into his fingers. He took one hand and reached down along her cleavage
trying to reach the curly hairs he had stroked the day before. Brenda's hips
were moving and jutting back into the jet so much, that he coul dn't quite
reach his mark, so he amused himself by gliding his straight arm back and forth
across her breasts and stomach. Brenda was now undulating. Jimmy couldn't
keep constant contact with her front, so he contented himself with just holding
on to her nipples while she went through the throes of her orgasm.
He found himself supporting her listless head on his shoulder, then he started
to realize that she was sobbing. Jimmy moved his head away, held her by the
shoulders and said earnestly, "Brenda I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt
you. Really I didn't."
Brenda pulled herself together to sidle up close to hug him, "Jimmy, you didn't
do anything wrong, you're sweet to me. I don't think you could ever hurt me.
It's just me, I'm the one who is wrong. I hope some day I'll be forgiven."
"Brenda, you're my angel you don't need to be forgiven, you're the best."
"Thank you Jimmy. Let's get you to bed."
"Are you going to make me start off in my own bed again tonight?" Jimmy asked.
"Kinda silly hunh. We both know where you are going to end up, don't we."
Jimmy nodded with a smile.
"You hop into bed. I've got to check in with my dad on the phone and clean up
that mess on the carpet before it's totally dry."
*****
"The food is good around here don't you think?" Marnie asked.
"I'm so hungry today, I feel like I haven't eaten in a week." Barbara replied.
"So there are two ways we could go. We could take the boat to organized games
on another island, or we could just put in our own workout here with swimming,
tennis, and who knows." Marnie offered from the booklet.
"Let's do the organized games for today, and then workout on our own tomorrow.
Does that sound okay to you Marn?"
"Works for me." Marnie replied. "So what do you think about these costumes
we're given to wear?"
"The good thing is that we don't have to compete for attention with our
clothes. Somehow it is more natural this way. The bad thing is that the only
avenue left to play with is how we wear them to reveal more to the eye."
Barbara said.
"The way I see this place is, that it's patronized by pretty uninhibited people
in the first place, given the costumes, the fantasy offerings, the open and
friendliness of the other guests. If you wanted to go around buck nekked, it
would pass here." Marnie said. "Let's take a better look at this brochure. .
Hmmm, says here there are two levels of participation, Class A and Class B.
We must have missed that part in the orientation."
"What's the difference?" Barbara asked.
"Well the Class A involvement includes all levels of participation, which is a
different level of games, soirees, and some fantasy packages are not available
to Class B participants.
"What does it cost for the Class A participation?" Barbara asked.
"There's no cost, just a medical exam." Marnie reported. "With a Clean Health
Certificate, we get access to all events. We just need to report to the
medical office. No appointments necessary, apparently, shall we?"
"Sure, why not. If it opens up more options, then we will have more choices,
right?" Barbara suggested.
At the medical office, they were greeted warmly and only had to wait five
minutes before they were led to examining rooms. The usual vital signs were
measured, blood was taken and each received a thorough gynecological exam
looking for warts, lesions, etc., including sensitivity testing in the area.
Marnie asked, "What is this all for?"
The Dr. replied, "It is for your protection. All participants at the Class A
level are free of all known STD's and other communicable diseases, as best as
we can determine. If you want to have relations with anyone while you are
here, your best bet is to be sure they are Class A with a CHC, or you run
greater risks."
"When will we know your findings?" Marnie asked.
"What are you doing today?"
"We are taking the outing boat to the Island Games."
"We'll be able to let you know by then. Everything looks good so far. Subject
to the serum tests, I'm sure you are a Class A participant."
Marnie thanked the doctor and met Barbara in the reception area. Walking back
to their room Barbara asked, "Did you find out what this is all about?"
"Yeah, it's a determination of our fuckability."
"Marnie!"
"Sorry. Basically, if we plan to do anything extracurricular, we need to make
sure it is with a Class A guest."
"I don't plan to cheat on George here."
"It also affects the groups we can join and fantasy packages we can take
advantage of." Marnie explained.
"Oh, okay." Barbara said.
"Why don't we get some sun before the boat leaves."
"I'm game." Barbara said.
"Shhh, don't let any sex crazed hunters around here hear you say that." Marnie
said jokingly.
"Marnie, you're getting pretty horny, aren't you?"
"It's been setting in. I'm afraid you're going to be next."
"I know. The Dr.'s probing down there almost made me have an orgasm right
there in the stirrups." Barbara confessed.
"Barb, guess what. I did."
"Oh my god, wasn't that embarrassing for you?" Barbara asked
"Yes, but I know that we are going to have to get it where and whenever we can,
or we're going to go nuts." Marnie advised.
"Marnie, you're scaring me."
"Don't worry Barb, I'll look after you."
*****
"Aren't you asleep yet?" Brenda asked.
"I was waiting for you." Jimmy replied.
"Now I promised your folks you would get plenty of sleep." Brenda said as she
was getting ready for bed.
"Are you soft on Paul?" Jimmy asked.
"He's handsome and seems nice. He's older than I am, and he's got a job.
These are all good points in my book." Brenda replied.
"Will you still like me if you start going out with him steady?" Jimmy asked
sadly.
Before Brenda could get something on, she decided he needed a hug and climbed
into bed, "Jimmy, you're always going to be a special person in my life, no
matter who I am dating, okay?" she said while hugging him tight to her body.
"I love you Brenda." Jimmy said teary-eyed, hugging her back.
"That goes back from me to you." Brenda said, holding him close until they
were both asleep.
*****
"You know, it said on the tags that these are those suits that tan you right
through them." Barbara said, as they lay down by the long meandering pool.
"That is how you explain the fact that you get home without any tan lines, or
haven't you noticed that we are practically the only broads pool-side with our
tops still on." Marnie said.
"Now that you point that out, it makes me feel kind of like on the plane. I
guess I'm taking mine off." Barbara said as she pulled the top off over her
head.
"Keeping right with you Barb." Marnie said doing the same. "You see what I
was telling you about this place, half of the men and women don't have their
bottoms on either. That's Europe for you. I'm losing mine, rather than go
through the agony of debating it. I'd probably lose the bottoms eventually
anyway." Marnie added, removing her bikini bottoms.
"Okay, you win, I'm going for it too." Barbara said, removing her bottoms
stealthily, not wanting anyone to notice.
Helping each other with the tanning lotion was a new thing for each of them and
their relationship. Although both of them would do anything for the other,
applying lotion to the other's body, when they weren't wearing a suit, somehow
brought the relationship to a new level. As they sat back, Marnie noticed some
men looking at them and talking to each other. She tried to scope them out
behind her sunglasses to see if she would even entertain any advance they may
make. "Hey Barb," she was saying softly, "incoming torpedoes at two o'clock to
your right."
"What?. . ." Barbara sat up and looked around. One of the men smiled at her
when he thought she was looking at him. "Marnie! I think those guys are
coming over."
"Yeah, be cool."
"Marnie! We're Married."
"Yeah, and horny too."
"Marnie, what's gotten into you? You've changed. You've changed a lot. It's
that Larcher guy isn't it?" Barbara said, then went red, realizing she may be
letting it out that she knew more about the blackmailing from Larcher than
Marnie thought she had known.
Marnie's reverie as a horny single girl was shattered by Barbara's question.
"What are you talking about?" She asked buying time to inventory her defenses.
"Oh nothing. I just mean that you have been making a lot of changes over this
summer, and the only thing that I can tell that I'm out of the loop on is that
guy Larcher, that's all."
"Why would you think of Larcher on the other side of the world like that? My
idea of a vacation, is not to have to think about the likes of a low life like
him."
"Well, he is partly the reason we are here, he sure had a hand in the events at
Roger's party, and you told me the night of the contest not to ever mess with
him. It just seemed . . ."
"Hello Ladies." One of the two suitors broke in.
The ladies shielded their eyes and looked up at the silhouettes of two well
proportioned men in their thirties standing before them. "Hello." Marnie said
back.
"Are you ladies about ready for a dip in the water?" The second one said. "My
name is Henri and this is Claude. We were hoping we could persuade you two to
join us for a dip in and tour of the pool.
"Barb?" Marnie asked awaiting Barbara's answer. Barbara took the man's hand
and stood up. "I guess we are." Marnie said doing the same.
The men wore nothing but a necklace with a shimmering emerald colored disk.
They eased themselves into the water. It was just cool enough for the balmy
heat of the air. "Let's head down this way first." Henri suggested. The
quartet swim-walked down the narrow pool until they came to a section with a
sign saying "Swim under to your right to pass." What they were being detoured
from was the end of a long meandering slide through lush tropical plantings and
rock work, that emptied the rider into a widened section of the pool at that
point. As they swam a little further, they came up to a bar in a cave cut into
the side of the pool where the swimmer could sit on stools in the water and
have their drinks at a counter just above the water.
"Will you join us in a beverage?" Claude asked.
"I don't think we should, this early in the day." Barbara said.
"You're on vacation right? I can understand not doing it regularly at home,
but if you were ever to do it, it would be here at a place like this, right?"
Claude retorted.
"Marnie?" Barbara asked to see if she was going to.
"Sure, we'll join you." Marnie said.
They got their drinks and Marnie asked, "So, you men are fit, what exactly do
you do?"
"We're in 'international relations'." Henri said, which seemed to satisfy
Barbara.
Marnie, however, was more insistent, "What does that mean, exactly, the State
Department of your country or what?"
"Think of it like public relations, but more one on one, rather than for the
masses." Henri replied.
Marnie decided to go for more clarity later, if she was interested in them
further. But, she was still curious about the green disks on the necklaces.
"Why are you both wearing the same green medallions around your necks?"
"That is a sign that we have submitted to the CHC exam and passed." Henri said
with an expression that could be likened to a knowing wink. "How about you
two? Are you planning on doing it?"
"Oh, I get it. You're Class A guests here. We've been through it and should
hear in , gosh, an hour or so. We're going to have to cut this short in a few
minutes. I didn't realize the time."
"What are you ladies planning?" Henri asked.
"We have to make the Island Games Boat pretty soon." Marnie said.
"We do too, right Claude?" Henri said.
"Right." Claude said smiling at Barbara.
Back at the room Marnie and Barbara debriefed the encounter. "Marnie, we were
one-on-one naked with a couple of handsome strangers and I didn't flinch."
"You're coming along girl." Marnie said.
"What do you really think they are all about?" Barbara asked.
"They weren't specific and were responding in code, I think. Let's see,
"international relations" and "public relations one-on-one". My guess is that
if they don't ask us for money, then they are hired by the resort to keep the
unaccompanied ladies happy." Marnie surmised.
"Do you think they would do that here?" Barbara asked
"I wouldn't put anything past this place. Too bad if they are, though, I'd
like to think the young bucks were attracted to us for us and not our possible
money or their paycheck." Marnie replied.
"I would have thought you'd come out saying just the opposite, that we could
have fun with good looking hunks, and not have to carry any of it home as
baggage." Barbara stated.
"I like the way you are starting to think Barb, because frankly, I could use
some kind of action between my legs at this point, how about you?"
"It is starting to get to me too and I'm getting worried."
"This is the place to have that problem, if there ever was one." Marnie said.
There was a knock at the door and they were greeted by a young man who asked
them their names to make sure he had the right room. Then he attached the CHC
necklaces with tamperproof latches to prevent them from being transferred.
"I'd give you a tip, but they have our money locked up." Marnie said to the
man.
"No need Ma'am, there is no tipping, they just want you to enjoy yourselves.
Bon jour." He said before leaving.
Marnie and Barbara had to look at the other's necklace because the chain was so
snug. They looked at each other, smiled, and high-fived in celebration.
They put on their suits, a floral wrap-a-round sarong, and a beach robe
provided for the short boat ride. On the boat, Henri and Claude said "Hi" but
were equally occupied with other guests. One man in particular, however, on
the trip, was constantly staring at Barbara. He tried smiling when her eyes
met his, but she was too embarrassed to reciprocate.
When they arrived at the island, they were greeted by a lady holding a clip
board and four strapping young men all in Speedos. "Welcome," the lady said,
"to island games. This is a Class A events day. Anybody, who is here by
mistake, please see me after introductions."
After introductions of the staff, the group was led to a beach set up with a
bar, chairs, and various apparatus along a leveled stretch of sand. They were
encouraged to get something to drink to have plenty of fluids in their bodies
for the fun and games. The choices, however, were alcoholic beverages, unless
someone would like plain tomato, pineapple, or orange juice, milk, tonic, club
soda, or seltzer water. Everyone began with a mixed drink, for what would turn
out to be a drunken orgy.
The activities started out with relay races to build camaraderie and to get the
juices flowing. One of the first was a bat race. Contestants were to run a
stretch of beach, take a shot of tequila, pick up a bat, stand it on it's end,
place their forehead on the handle and run around in a circle three times, drop
it, then run back to the end of the line. After the second round, the staff
started pulling down the suits on the people who still had them on. By the
time this event was through, nobody seemed to care that they were without their
suits.
The over and under passing the large water balloon was arousing, maybe more for
the staff than the participants, because the lewd display of breasts when women
passed the floppy balloon back over their heads and back between their legs
alternately was quite a sight. The men in line were particularly amusing as
the balloon was passed between their legs, as the recipient behind them would
reach in to get a good enough grip on the balloon so as not to let if fall or
break.
With erect nipples and cocks, the games moved on to "pass the oranges." The
object was to pass an orange down the line from one person to the next holding
it in your neck with your chin, but without using your hands or arms in any
way. People started to pass them by leaning their bodies away, but the penalty
of a dousing of cold water when an orange was dropped, had them squeezing their
bodies together to insure that the oranges stayed in place until the recipient
got a good hold.
With the drinking and playful games, the group became fairly familiar with each
other. So the final game was one of blindman's bluff. Each participant was
securely blindfolded and they were contained in a space roped off by the staff.
Participants moved around and bumped into each other. They could stop or move
on. The object was to convince another party to participate in some level of
sexual encounter that would hopefully satisfy each other's aroused state. This
required sensitive and responsive foreplay, imagination, and boldness. The
staff enforced anyone saying "No", so everyone was participating at the level
they enjoyed. In Marnie's case, she had two male suitors at once. In
Barbara's case, she was pretty sure that the gentleman from the boat had worked
his way over to her, because the person adroitly stimulating her nerves to an
unbearable condition, was rather hairy like he was. She wanted to say "No" oh
so badly, but the booze, the others moaning and making sounds o f joy, got her
so wound up with reckless abandon, that she let nature take it's course and
allowed the suitor to rut and screw her royally.
Another day, an earlier time, Marnie would have never thought she would
anonymously do two men at the same time. While one filled her nether hole, the
other filled her mouth. She switched them to experience an orgasm with both of
them. She and Barbara were satisfied for awhile and silent on the trip back in
the boat, like most of the others were. They all looked around and imagined who
they partnered with in the mutual horn clipping. Marnie was pretty sure Henri
and Claude had fucked her. They were staring back at her smiling. "Oh
course," she thought, "they would know if they did me, these rings and bald
pussy are dead giveaways. Well, no, everyone would know that. Who were they
anyway? It has to be those two guys, they're still smiling and staring . . ."
*****
Brad woke up early on the couch, dazed and still mostly asleep. He went
upstairs to Jimmy's room. Then he went to the guest room and the office.
Finally he looked into the master bedroom. There was Brenda hugging Jimmy to
her bosom asleep. Emotion overwhelmed him and he lifted the covers and slid in
to the bed and up against Brenda's back, spooning her in an embrace. Brenda
vaguely woke up, realized that it was Brad hugging her from the rear and
decided to leave it alone. His warm skin felt delicious against hers, and he
had paid his dues to be close to her. "Here I am with my two boys. This is so
nice, so nice to be loved. Let's enjoy this while it lasts." She thought to
herself.
As morning broke enough for her to wake up, she found herself lying on her back
with the boys as bookends lying at her sides with their heads on her arms, one
hand hooked onto her shoulders from underneath and the other unconsciously on
her breasts. They each had a leg draped over one of her outstretched legs.
She felt open and spread-eagled. She imagined one of them, both of them
reaching down and stroking her smooth pussy lips, exploring her femininity for
the first time, educating them as they held her captive for the lesson. She
started to imagine the scenario as if it was actually happening. Her body
started to move to the imaginary touches. Then, as if a dream coming true,
Brad's hand left her breast and trailed down to her cunt, as if by her will,
since he was still asleep, dreams merging. Jimmy's hand went to the breast
Brad's left and started massaging. He was unconsciously playing with her
nipples as she orchestrated their movements with her mind, they responding to h
er body, it's warmth, heart beats, vibrations, micro-muscle contractions,
sounds, smells, and all manner of sensualities until she started to glisten in
perspiration, going wild with this rare moment.
She was building up to a fever pitch and decided she had better stop. When she
started to will her body to stop and tell the boys to rest, she grew fearful
she wouldn't be able to stop the train. Her body was undulating then it was
beginning to stiffen. "Oh, no," she was saying now out loud, "no, we have to
stop. Oh god, we have to stop. . ."
And the boys started to wake up. They pulled their hands away. "Oh no! don't
stop!" She said, as she physically took Brad's hand and placed it back on her
cunt and directed it's motion to rub her clitoris. Then she took Jimmy's hand
and held it to her breasts, trying to smile at him between bouts of nearing
climax, biting her lips, sniffling in gasps of air. "Ohmygod, ayeeeeeeoow oh
no, ayyeeeeeeeeeoooooooo, oh my god that's it, ooooooooo" she was saying as she
tried to close her legs on Brad's hand to stop him from continuing his
relentless assault on her most sensitive area, but the boys were leaning up to
look at her and it had the effect of holding their legs down upon her legs.
"No Brad, stop now." She pleaded.
"Hey, pretty cool." He said teasingly as he kept up the assault.
"Brad, please stop. No, don't, no more. No Brad, stop. Yes thank you, that's
it." She said her legs flopping momentarily from shudders, as she caught her
breath.
"Look Jimmy, she wet the bed." They both got up and were sitting on her legs,
staring at her glistening pussy. She tried to sit up. "No, just a second."
Brad said, holding up his hand in a running-back's stiff arm, sending her back
down to the bed. Brenda had little energy to fight him at the moment, and lay
with her arms flopped above her head. "Is this where it goes?" Brad said
sticking one then a couple of fingers into her cunt.
"Where what goes?" Jimmy asked.
"You know the man's wiener when you make babies." Brad said. "Reach me that
white thing will ya?" He said referring to the vibrator beside the bed. Jimmy
reached and retrieved it, managing to keep a leg over hers. "How do you turn
it on?" Brad asked.
"Like this." Jimmy demonstrated.
"No boys, we need to get up." Brenda insisted.
"Okay Jimmy, I'll do the bottom part, you take care of the top." Jimmy looked
lost. "Suck on her nipples." Brad directed.
Jimmy looked at Brenda. She knew she could tell them stop in a way that they
would, but she merely bit her lips, eyes wide waiting to see what Jimmy would
chose to do. He climbed up close to her looking at her for a definitive signal
to stop. She stared at him until Brad, now kneeling between her legs, placed
the vibrating phallus lengthwise along her cunt, causing her to close her eyes,
giving Jimmy free passage to her nipples.
Jimmy sucked with eyes closed, opening them every once and awhile to continue
to determine whether his mouth was welcomed or not. Brenda's moans and
stroking the back of his head encouraged him to continue. Brad was finding the
opening and experimenting with sticking the white vibrating phallus in and out.
He mentally inventoried the places and motions which created the greatest
reactions from Brenda. He was enraptured with this beautiful teenager's sexual
response. He thought of the video she made of him, and decided that one day,
he would make the "young female sexual response video" with her. But, for now,
he needed to see how it all worked.
Brenda started writhing. Jimmy moved with her. Brad stepped it up. Brenda
tried to close her legs as she arched up, but Brad's positioning kept her legs
apart. Brad started to use the fingers and thumb of his free hand to stimulate
her clitoris and lips around the vibrator, driving her insane with desire to
climax. Finally, Brenda held Jimmy tight to her breast, stiffened against
Brad's manipulations and screamed a deafening aria of pleasure and bliss.
"Ohmygod, come here." She said to Brad, who came up close to her as she had
asked. Brenda squeezed the two boys together in a forceful hugging embrace,
while the boys looked at each other, faces only inches away from each other,
and snickered. "Take it out. Oh god, I can't take any more." She pleaded to
Brad.
"You're gonna have to let me go first." He said.
Brenda released her iron grasp on the two boys, and Brad pulled the vibrator
out and turned it off. She worked her way over to her stomach and put her face
into the pillow. Her legs were wide, and Brad laid his hand flat on her
sopping pussy. "Here Jimmy feel this." He said, as he wiped his hand off on
her ass cheek.
"Oooo, you're really gooey Brenda." Jimmy said, wiping his hand off on her
other cheek.
Then she closed her legs together, popped her head up, and said, staring at the
head board, "No one must ever know about this. It wasn't right what we did."
"Jimmy, you're not gonna tell, are you?" Brad asked.
Jimmy shook his head. Brenda turned around to look him in the eyes to confirm
his reaction.
"And I'm not gonna tell, that is if you let me be the boss today." Brad said.
"I let you be the boss today, just today, and you promise to never tell?"
Brenda asked.
"That's the deal, and my lips are sealed." Brad said.
"Okay, but we have to get this linen washed, and the house straightened up
today first." Brenda said.
"That's okay. You can fix us breakfast and do what needs to be done like that
. . only, don't put any clothes on, until I tell you." Brad said taking
charge.
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