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 ï>¿Molly Ch.  22: Hot Tropic

   "Rise and shine Neighbors."

   The cheerful exuberance of Dayna Houser exploded upon the scene of her
unlocked guest house.  Being the owner she was a bit too open for most
people.  Without any warning whatsoever she barges into the house and
pushes a cart full of wonderful breakfast foods of freshly baked muffins,
scrambled eggs, and diced fruit.  Looking at her guests the lovely
Indrabooty couple making love on top of their sheets seemed a bit too
intrusive yet she merely smiled at them.  Rolling over in shock allowed her
to witness a Sahseej sausage to go along with her breakfast items.  Fanning
her face as if flustered they knew very well Dayna was eating this up. 
Covering her eyes as Marjorie's body exposed itself just long enough to
reveal a dancing bosom and a slightly hairy bush Dayna turned her back to
them.

   "I so should have knocked.  It's so wonderful having new friends that I
could not help but spoil you.  I'll just leave breakfast for you two to
build up an appetite for.  Just a notice, Martin says we shove up in an
hour so you two kids make it fast.  Oh Marjorie, I placed a selection of
bikini's under the cart.  I'm afraid it's a no go concerning swimwear for
Sahseej.  All of my men are larger in waist.  I guess he will have to go
skinny dipping." With a giggle she fans her right knuckles waving goodbye,
"Have fun kids."

   As the door closed behind her the Indrabooty couple stared at each other
in awe, which led to laughter.  Marjorie snuggles up to her husband and
quietly whispers, "It feels like my college dorm room all over again." He
halts his chuckle to sneer at her, "Relax Prince Charming that was in the
past.  Only with Jonathan Worley, he's a botanist in New York these days.
Shall we finish then shower together really fast?"

   "The muffins smell quite flavorful." He grimaces then rolls on top of
his beautiful wife sucking on her left nipple.  Her squeal was enough to
know he was referring to her muffins.  She loved her man.  He loved her. 
If only there was not this young vital girl named Kayla nagging at his
fantasies.  Sadly, he was thinking of her.

   Inside the Houser home Kayla had just finished showering in her private
on suite.  Stepping out of her steamy stall she finds Molly Indrabooty
staring at her with her hands held captive behind her back.

   "Don't scare me like that." Kayla bulges her eyes at Molly's inquisitive
stare, "What?"

   "My Father left a hicky."

   Haunted Kayla rushes to her mirror and wipes the fog away enough to
inspect her throat, recalling where he had kissed her neckline.  Finding
none she twists in step leaning her bare backside against the sink, "I
don't see any..."

   "Of course not.  I merely wanted to confirm my theory."

   "Wait!  You already knew what happened in the pool.  Why bust my chops
now?  It's just a fling.  I find your Dad cute."

   "You will pursue my Father still?"

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   "Maybe.  Who knows?  Things happen.  You better get cleaned up I'll find
you a new bikini."

   "It must be very conservative or my Father will be cross."

   "What's conservative?" Kayla snickers with a wrinkle over her nose, "I
don't wear anything conservative.  Besides we both know my Brother wants
you to be sexy as hell."

   She nibbles her lower lip before offering, "You...really are sexy
without any help on my part."

   "Am I?" Molly blushes.

   "Would I lie?"

   "Of course you would, but I will not hold it against you."

   "Right, I'm not lying about this though.  If I were bi-curious I might
be all over you.  I'm not."

   "You question your own lie.  As I said I will not hold it against you."

   "Wait!  What?  Are you calling me gay?"

   "No.  I am calling the cat curious."

   "Curiosity killed the cat.  You were close."

   "No I was quite on the spot.  If you hurt my Father and Mother I will
most assuredly skin you alive.  I will shower my sexiness now." She turns
grinning from ear to ear then wiggles her butt at Kayla.  Her eyes
immediately drawn to Molly's smoky flesh dancing about.  Looking over her
shoulder Molly notes the girl's lowered eyes, "You see?  Quite curious."

   Tossing a towel at her the girls laughed.  As Molly stepped in under an
already running spray Kayla ducked in turning the hot water off.  The cold
stream made Molly scream laughing, "You are most cruel."

   "Just getting even for calling me gay.  Cat's do not like water."

   "I will get even." Molly turns the hot back on and finishes her cleanse
from top to bottom.  She made certain every inch was squeaky clean.  She
was indeed a finicky puss.

   Out on the docks Martin Houser and his two yawning sons prepped
everything for last minute necessity.  Going over provisions including
snacks, wine, and bourbon to life preservers, inflatable dinghy, and signal
flares.

   "All here Pops." Nathan Houser the adopted son checks his list to give
his Dad upstairs.  Pulling brother Caleb aside he shows him a hiding spot
for condoms, oils, and mischief.  Caleb nodded his approval.

   "I got the mickey's." Caleb lifts a vial of tiny pills from his tan
cargo pants.

   "Dude this cruise is gonna rock."

   'Rock the boat you mean.  We have to get the Mom's groggy at least.  Not
unconscious just so loopy they don't know heads from tails.  Dad needs his
time with Molly again.  I wanna toy with Molly's Mom more."

   "If we strip her there's no way we can get her dressed just right for
her not to suspect anything." Nathan fidgets.

   "I'll risk it.  Her Mom is too fucking hot not to."

   "What about Molly's Dad?"

   "Come on Dumbass!  You know Kayla's gonna keep him occupied.  I think
she's infatuated with the Brain Surgeon."

   "No brainer." Nathan chuckles, "Her not him.  You know what I mean."

   "You're gonna be the one getting the lobotomy if Kayla hears you say
that.  Better yet Man Overboard."

   "I hope Dad lets us have our fun.  He gets too bossy somedays."

   "Watching our backs Bro.  He's the moneymaker.  I for one like my
allowance."

   "I'm shocked he hasn't made us get part time jobs."

   "Don't give him any ideas.  I like my Sports."

   Hushing his brother as Martin steps below deck to look things over on
his own Caleb decides to break the ice, "All good Dad."

   "Good job.  Now let's get on the same page before the others get here."
Pointing at Nathan he scowls, "Hands off your Mother." Then too Caleb, "Let
me have Molly off and on between your own shenanigans.  That little girl is
something else.  Makes the old man feel young again."

   "Wait until I get you those other girls to play with." Caleb fist bumps
his Dad.

   "Can't wait.  I got some ideas concerning your harem, but they're risky.
We'll talk about those another day.  Let's just have fun in Key West and
get home without anything going wrong.  Weathers perfect, no storms just
blue skies and calm water."

   "So if you two get Molly and Kayla gets Mr.  Indrabooty, who do I get?"

   "Your hand." Caleb elbows his brother teasingly.

   "Fine!  You can toy with your Mother a little.  Just don't," Martin
winces at allowing even that, "go too far."

   "I can't help it I think Mom is hot."

   "Don't make me beat your ass Boy." Martin had to turn away, he was
hearing voices approach and the creaking of dock planks.  A swift finger to
his lips to hush the brothers he heads up to greet everyone.

   "We're here." Dayna goes giddy while hugging Marjorie's arm.  Marjorie
wore a sundress over her bikini but it was sheer enough to reveal curves.
Curves that Sahseej had not seen in public since before he courted her. 
Back when Marjorie was shall we say more liberated.  He had to reel her
flirtatious side in over the years and had molded her into quite the lady.
Until today.  He might have regretted his actions.

   Helping the ladies on board gallantly Martin couldn't resist a healthy
glance at Marjorie's bulging cleavage and the low hem of her bikini
bottoms. Marjorie herself although flattered by his gaze felt insecure. 
She was not used to wearing such revealing clothing around others.  The
thoughts of her past came flooding back.  Stepping on the boat the ladies
settled in on the front deck in lounge chases.  Reclining back to enjoy the
sun and the breeze.

   Martin motioning Sahseej to come aboard struck up conversation, "I call
the Cruiser here Crude Awakening.  Oil stock bought these beauties.  The
sailboat over there is Crude Bess.  My Mother's name was Bessie.  They say
you should name a boat after your Mom because she made life smooth
sailing."

   "I see.  I wondered about the names when I looked them over yesterday."

   "I should have mentioned the names then.  Never occurred to me.  Too
busy making a good impression.  You two sleep good in the Guest house?"

   "We did..." He leaves out Dayna's intrusion.

   "Great.  Wonder what's holding up the girls?  I wanna set sail shortly
before the coast gets cluttered."

   Looking back at the main house Sahseej spots Kayla and Molly leaving the
French doors.  Eying their journey Martin pulls out his cellphone and sets
all home security while they're gone.  Making certain all lights and water
were off before their departure.

   "Hurry it up Ladies." Martin yells loudly.  This made the girls burst
into a giggling sprint, "Looks like your Molly and my Kayla are getting
along.  Sister's in no time."

   Hearing that made Sahseej grit his teeth.  He needed to behave himself.
If his daughter found out of he and Kayla she like her Mother would be
devastated.  Reaching the boat Molly confronts her Father wearing a
football jersey, "Kayla insisted I wear Caleb's football jersey.  I hope
that is alright Father?"

   "You are fine.  Join your friends." He lets her pass as Kayla steps up.
She slyly smiles at him as he assists her aboard.

   "Let's weigh anchor Sahseej." Martin rubs his palms together pointing
Sahseej to ropes tying the boat to the dock.  Nathan grabs a third giving
Martin time to fire up the engines from the wheel house.  Within the
enclosed house were all nautical devices needed to take on a voyage safely.
Backing the boat out he turns it toward the sea.  Heading out rapidly at
first he finds a safe distance to avoid the surf and sets a course South.
From there on he sets the boat on auto pilot.  The waters were deep and
unless another boat drifted too close they would be safe.

   "The water is so beautiful." Marjorie sits up in awe of the majestic
Atlantic.  They watched a pair of dolphins swimming and jumping within the
hour.  Drinks and simple conversation kept the group centralized at the
moment.  As the adults focused on themselves Caleb pulls Molly behind
everyone and hugs her from behind.  She melts into his embrace and sighs.

   "I sense mischief." She giggles reaching up to caress Caleb's cheek.

   "Time for you to sunbathe."

   "Right here beside our families?" She shivers.

   "Right here where they can see me rub oil into your gorgeous body."

   "I fear the bikini Kayla insisted I wear.  I should have worn the one
Mother and I purchased.  It is less revealing.  If Father turns and objects
I will be forced to get dressed."

   "Worry about that if he does.  Until then let's have some fun."

   "As you wish." She reaches down to grip the lengthy hem of Caleb's
jersey and lifts it up over her luscious body.  Nathan Houser had to bite
his fist at how skimpy her bikini was.  Kayla had chosen a black string
bikini with no patch in behind.  Her entire ass was in fll view.  Risky she
knew but she wanted to prove to herself she could get away with it.  Nerves
were present as she casts the shirt to Caleb.  Nathan handed her a towel to
stretch out on the deck.  While bending over Caleb rubs her ass cheeks
right in front of her parents.  One glance over they would see just how
risquÃ(C) her bikini was.  Even her breasts were bulging at the sides.  Her
nipples concealed yet barely.  Martin Houser was first to admire her as
Molly knelt on the towel.  Seeing his gaze she flutters her fingers at him
before stretching out.

   Kayla not wanting to be outdone removes her own shirt right in front of
Sahseej and Marjorie.  To prevent suspicion Sahseej reached his wine glass
over for Dayna to refill it.  Marjorie joined him doing her own best to
ignore the girl's next to nothing bikini.  Dayna noting her daughter frowns
but says nothing.  She was young once.  Still, in her mind.

   Racing below deck Nathan snatches up his hidden oil bottle and sneaks
back upstairs without question.  Passing it off to Caleb with a devilish
grin the brothers sit around Molly strategically.  Nathan chose to play a
hand held video game while covering for Molly.  Her lower body masked by
his large form.  Good thing as Marjorie dares to look back at the kids. 
Seeing Molly wave at her Marjorie smiles and doesn't really suspect a
thing. She wanted to be supportive of her daughter becoming a woman. 
Still, if she had seen bare butt she might have had second thoughts.  She
had not even noticed the different bikini she was wearing.  So far so good.
Martin coaxed Sahseej into talking about brain surgery.  That alone kept
Molly's Dad entertained.

   Oil sprinkled all across Molly's back she cooed at Caleb's warm hands
gliding over her flesh from neck to shoulders to spine.  Finally reaching
her bare ass Molly's eyes flared at his fingers slipping beneath the tiny
threads referred to as strings.  It was as if she was wearing nothing. 
Molly grew really wet at his probing fingers.  His thumb grazing her anal
cavity gave her goosebumps.  As he continued glossing up her darkening
flesh he chose to be daring and drags the strings along her hips down over
her butt crack.  All the while Nathan kept a peripheral enjoyment, torn
between her sexiness and having to provide warnings from nosey parents.

   Kayla laying out on her own towel to Nathan's right felt lonely.  Molly
was getting the royal treatment.  She literally rolled her eyes as Caleb
moved into position to lick Molly's ass hole.  The sensitivity made Molly
cringe as she wanted to whimper at the sensations of his flicking tongue.
He kept doing it which led Molly to bury her face inside her folded arms
beneath her head.  Caleb kissed her bare bottom then tugged the bikini
bottoms even lower.  From there he oiled her butt a bit more and made it
shiny.  Just when she thought she was in Heaven his fingers dug deeper
within her wetness and fingered her pussy.  Two fingers in and out slowly.
Molly wrestled with her emotions as Nathan shook his head trying not to
laugh.  A nudge from Kayla told him to chill.  She then snatched the oil
bottle and crawled to her feet.  Walking around the parents Kayla chose to
shock everyone by sitting in Martin's lap.

   "Rub some oil on me Daddy.  I am so not letting Caleb and Nathan do it."

   Dayna scowls with a tsk, "Come over here Sweetheart.  I'll rescue your
Father from humiliation."

   "Hey!  She's my kid too.  I'm not mortified.  It's not like I'm groping
her." Martin claims the bottle pointing it at Dayna, "Get that sundress
off, now you I'll be groping."

   Jaw drooping Dayna shares a playful pucker toward the Indrabooty's,
"Well now!  Perhaps I'll be offering you two a returned favor after
earlier."

   Marjorie blushes and glances at Sahseej for support, his eyes were glued
to Martin oiling up Kayla's back.  Kayla had boldly untied her top and held
the cups over her breasts as the strings dangled.  Marjorie winced at his
attentiveness, "Maybe you could oil me up Sahseej?"

   He turns his wavered attention toward his wife, "If you would like."

   "Really?" Marjorie removes her sundress to sit in her bikini.  The
undressing claimed Sahseej from his curiosity toward Kayla.  In a flurry
Dayna stood and stripped her own sundress off.  In doing so Nathan grips
his brewing erection at the sight of his adopted Mother's breast enhanced
monsters.  Caleb too slowed his massage on Molly to observe Marjorie who
stood up and sat on her Husband's lap.  Molly sensing his lingering reaches
behind her and unties her top.  Strings dangling she rolls over on her
towel and reveals her nipples to Caleb.  That brought him home.  Grinning
from ear to ear he nudges Nathan to see her courageous move.  Rolling her
own hands of oil on her hips she glosses up her chest.  That led to Caleb
squeezing them after swatting her knuckles.  She loved his touch.  The risk
was exhilarating.  With the parents busy this gave her the freedom to get
her man nice and hard.  Caleb's hands roamed over her belly glossing up her
abdominal area and closed in on the tiny patch wrinkled up over her pussy.
Fingers slipping under insert yet again to finger fuck her right in front
of everyone.  This was amazing.

   Molly took it further, "Nathan?  Can you get me a cool beverage?"

   Puffing out his lower lip Caleb motioned his cloaking device of a
brother to go below deck and bring her a bottled water.  Once his frame
left the picture Molly and Caleb were in plain sight.  Molly watched her
family intently as she arched her hips and toyed with her nipples.  Caleb's
fingers were delightful.  Over Kayla's shoulder Martin Houser watched his
son and Molly play.  This made him hard as hell.  His daughter felt his
erection beneath her butt cheeks and flared her eyes.  Then, she saw a
nearly nude Molly.  Impressed by the girl Kayla felt compelled to up her
own game.  Accidently dropping the oil bottle between her legs she reaches
down to retrieve it.  Squealing as she rose up her top was lost.  Her
breasts in full view for Sahseej and the women to ogle.  Covering up
quickly she apologized as Martin chuckled.

   "I think that's enough to keep you from burning.  Go stretch out and get
nice and tan.  Might help hide your embarrassment." As she rises from
Martin's lap the sight of trickled oil stains covered his cargo pants. 
Claiming the oil bottle from Kayla he slaps her on the ass chuckling, "Fly
on your ass." That led to the discovery of an erection.  He laughed it off
even as Dayna replaced her daughter to hop up and down on it.  Leaning back
on her Husband Dayna whispers, "I think that was your fly on her ass." He
merely surrounded his Wife with strong arms.

   Holding the Indrabooty's attention Kayla scurried around them to sit on
her towel becoming Molly's new wingman...girl.  Just in time to prevent
Sahseej from seeing Molly's tits and her brother's active fingers. 
Returning Nathan drops beside his sister touching her hip with the ice cold
water bottle.  That led to a loud squeal and a slug to his arm.  Her still
untied top lost in the battle.  Sahseej instead of spotting Molly zeroed in
on Kayla's bouncing breast from the side.  In her boldest move yet Molly
sits up and pulls Kayla on top of her as a human shield.  Bare breasts
colliding with one another led to laughter.

   "I came to your rescue." Molly whispers.

   Caleb pulls drenched fingers out of Molly and shows them off carefully,
"You came to her rescue more than once." Molly had secretly contained her
mini orgasm by using Kayla.  Smart girl indeed.  Caleb tugs her bottoms
back into place as Kayla hugs Molly tying her top back on.  Molly adjusting
her cups made for a fully attired body.  It was then she drank her water
waving at her Father.  Sahseej simply stared at her without a smile.  He
knew something was up.

   Looking over at wine glasses sitting beside their lounge chairs Nathan
quickly spikes Marjorie and Dayna's wine.  Martin alone saw him and
grinned. Nathan winks at his Dad which led to a scowl.  A shrug later
Nathan returned to his video game.

   Dayna returning to her chase stretches the backrest out and laid back,
"Time to put those big ole hands on me Martin." She reaches to sip her wine
before sitting it back down.  Marjorie did the same.  She however downed
the remainder of her glass.  Motioning for Sahseej the oil bottle flowed
freely.  Within twenty minutes both Mother's were left to toast under a
harsh sun.  Well oiled on both sides.  Martin and Sahseej scowl at one
another.

   "I guess we do good work.  Maybe we should start a massage parlor."
Martin grins.

   "We should let them rest.  It will be good for them to sleep off the
wine."

   "Sounds like a plan." Martin nods then lowers his gaze to the kids,
"Molly?  How would you like to learn how to navigate a boat?"



   Her eyes bulge at the thought, "May I Father?"

   "You may.  I must locate the restroom."

   Motioning at the ocean Martin chuckles, "Hang it over the side Bucko. 
Who's going to see ya?" He then points at the stairs, "Below deck to your
left.  Nathan and Caleb can keep an eye on the lobster fest over here."

   "I'll show Mister Indrabooty the restroom.  I'm getting good at playing
tour guide." Kayla jumps up her breasts bouncing about.  Halting their
dance with her palms Martin gives his blessing with a directional motion of
both hands.  Hesitantly Sahseej follows Kayla, her ass swaying with
enthusiasm.

   As they headed downstairs Martin reaches down and grabs Molly by the arm
dragging her to her feet.  Hand in hand he led her up to the wheel shack.
Reaching it he turns her to face the old style ship's wheel and plants her
hands around the ten and two o'clock spokes.  Brushing up against her from
behind Martin whispers, "Your hands do not leave those handles."

   "As you wish Captain."

   "Captain?  I like that.  Let's peel this skimpy ass bikini off you." He
bends guiding her thong down to her ankles and lets her step out of it.  He
then dangles it over the forward controls.  Bikini top untied he droops it
next to the bottoms.  From there he drops his cargo pants and fondles his
beast to life.  Taunting her by creasing his crown up and down her butt
crack, "Might be some stormy seas ahead"

   "I will hold on for dear life."

   "Damn Kid I love your spunk."

   "You love my pussy more."

   "Could be." He nudges his crown deep between her legs and enters her
slick pussy with very little struggle.  Fucking her from behind he reaches
around and grips both tits squeezing them.  Smelling her raven hair sent
him into a steady thrust, "You smell good Kid."

   "Your daughter's perfume."

   "Thought I recognized it."

   "She will keep my Father below deck."

   "That's the plan."

   "Caleb and Nathan are playing with My Mother and your Wife." She peers
out over the deck through the plexiglass window.

   "You object to that?"

   "Yes, but I will not voice my opinion further.  I find it
disrespectful."

   "Any more disrespectful than you being our little slut behind your
parent's back?"

   "That is quite different.  I do this for Caleb."

   "You're in love with my boy ain'tcha?"

   "Something stirs within me yes.  I have not known love to understand it.
You feel quite lovely inside me Sir."

   "Call me Dad."

   "Should it not be Daddy?"

   "Sure go for it."

   "If you would please fuck me harder Daddy."

   "You're something else."

   "I am being me."

   He fucks her harder lifting her hips until her toes barely touch the
floor.  Her moans intensifying she watches Nathan sucking on his Mother's
revealed nipple.  It made her tense.  Caleb however had gracefully fingered
her Mother by pulling her bottoms aside.  That made Molly pout.

   "Caleb likes my Mother more than he does me."

   "Naaa!  He's just infatuated.  Trust me he'd be a fool to let you go."

   "I rather like being his."

   "His plaything or his girlfriend?"

   "Am I not both?  I am uncertain."

   "I guess so.  I think you like being his toy.  Getting to show off for
him."

   "I do indeed."

   "You like Daddy's big ole cock in that darling lil twat?"

   "Yes.  Will I be your plaything even if Caleb and I grow closer?"

   "Like being my future Daughter in Law?"

   "Yes."

   "I might fuck you on your wedding day.  You okay with that?"

   "I will leave my veil on for Captain Daddy."

   "You're too much Sweetcheeks." He winces at the deck, "What the hell are
those two freaks up too?"

   "I believe they wish to see our Mother's perform what is called 68."

   "69." Martin growls, "If they wake up we might as well head home."

   "They are drugged are they not?  I saw Nathan slip something into their
wine."

   "Yeah.  Safer for us to play and not get caught.  You mad?"

   "Your body is shaking.  Will you be cumming soon Captain Daddy?"

   "Getting close."

   "I will await." She quivers at her own brewing orgasm.  For now all she
could do was watch Caleb and Nathan be despicable.  They were now taking
pictures with their cell of the women acting as if they were eating each
other out.  To make matters worse the women were somewhat aware.  Yet, in
such a drugged state they had no true understanding of their actions.

   Below deck Kayla had lured Sahseej into the sleeping cabins and made a
bunk their personal playpen.  She stripped his pants down to his knees and
mounted the good Doctor riding his beast while planting her palms on his
chest.

   "Did you really want to stop fucking me?"

   "This must be our last time.  I love my Wife.  My daughter would be
crushed."

   "You can't stop looking at me." She leans forward playfully teasing her
nipples on his chest.  Further still to kiss him on the lips.  He devoured
her mouth and left her breathless.  Her hips riding tenderly.  As their
lips part she whispers, "You don't want to stop making love to me." He
growls and forcefully rolls her over while fucking her harder than she was
him.  Her emotions led to moans.  Her palms caressing his chest and face at
the same time.

   Snarling at her he concludes, "NO!  I do not want to end this.  Yet, I
must."

   "Cum inside me."

   "I cannot."

   "Do it." She stares as if begging.

   "I CANNOT!" He counters a second time.

   "Mark your territory."

   He pounds her interior harder than ever before, her legs swaying to both
sides of him.  He was on a crusade it seemed.  Lost in thought until the
last possible second.  A ball of sweat he pulls out of her pussy in a messy
web to kneel atop of her and jerk off.  A scalding pepper coats her tummy
and chest.  Squealing she rubs her clit with her left hand and smears his
cum with her right.  All over her she felt droplets shower her.  Finally
she cries out in a maddening orgasm that squirts over his emptied balls. 
It was remarkable.  Exhausted he drops over to her left and lets her cuddle
with him.

   "You marked a lot of territory there." She wheezes.

   "Why is it you wish for me to possess you?" He stares at the ceiling.

   "I liked it when you followed me that day.  When I gave you my panties."

   "I must confess that I kept them very close to me at all times."

   "Smell me at work between patients?" She giggles.

   "If you must know."

   "When we met again I knew it was destiny.  I was meant to be your slut."

   "My slut?  Is that what you wish to be?"

   "Ohhhh yeah!  Make me do it all Doc." She sits up and stares deeply into
his eyes.  For a moment he forgot his name let alone that he was married.

   "You would do anything I asked?"

   "Don't ask silly.  Order me." She taunts his chest hair inching strands
tight for a painful enlightenment.

   "I will consider this."

   "No.  You will make me your slave.  I know you want that." She hints
with a wink.

   Nodding shallowly he stares deeply into her eyes before rolling her over
him on to her back.  Straddling her he grips her throat with both hands
tightly claiming her breath.  Her eyes flare at his aggression, almost
begging him to take complete control.  Her air fleeting, face turning blue
she whimpers.  Finally he releases her to catch her breath, "Fine!  Get
dressed.  Wear my ejaculation.  We must keep this quiet I will not lose my
Wife and Daughter."

   "Anything you want Sir." She smiles with watery eyes.  Choking she
trembles until he reaches down gripping her by the hair and lifting her
upper body in order to kiss her.  He literally bit her lip before tugging
on it until he decided release was imminent.

   "I must check on my Wife."

   Crawling from the bunk he pulls his pants up then his shirt down. 
Standing he leers down at her.  Sahseej left her laying naked.  As he
headed upstairs she kicked her arms and legs triumphantly.  Feeling her
neck she smiled, "Not a hicky but definitely a bruise.  I'll blame it on
Nathan later."

   On the deck Nathan and Caleb had decide by their reactions maybe they
needed to part the Mother's.  Caleb hated to end things so quickly but
nerves were making them panicky.  If the Mom's revived too soon in their
position all hell would break loose.  Agreeing they guided their Mother off
of Marjorie.  Rolling her over on Molly's earlier towel they readjusted her
bikini and left her to sleep it off.  At least they placed her on her back
face up to even her tan.

   Moving to Marjorie, Caleb's temptations became too great.  He had to
sample the product.  Pulling her bikini bottoms aside to admire her gently
hairy puss he looks around him for safety.  He wasn't certain how long
Kayla could keep Sahseej down below.  At least nudging Marjorie on to
Kayla's discarded towel she was in a good position once she revived. 
Nathan stood back waiting to see what his Brother would end up doing. 
Caleb unzipped his cargo pants and pulled a massive erection free, bobbing
in the warm ocean breeze.  Scooting on his knees between her legs he at
least rubs his crown amid her labia.  Strangely he found her wetter than
expected.  His fingering must have worked her up on a subconscious level.
Tempted to enter her he feels her leg quiver.  Startled he puts his beast
away and turns to zip up.  This left Nathan to crouch and pull her bottoms
back in place.  Enough was enough.  Just in time too.  Sahseej arrived on
deck to observe the boys sitting looking out at the ocean.  Both had
bulging eyes praying he hadn't seen them.

   Suddenly a loud scream came from up above the deck.  Sahseej turns to
glare against the sun to see Molly and Martin.  Molly had lost her mind
with a maddening orgasm.  Martin had just nutted inside her for a second
time.  Risky for sure but what was done was done.  As Sahseej stepped back
further for a better look.  This time he spotted his daughter waving down
at him smiling brightly.  With a Captain's salute she reaches left to honk
the ship's horn.  Martin laughed as he pulled his cargo pants up.  Another
loud blare she laughed while standing there nude.  Cum dripping down her
inner thighs.

   "Better put your bikini back on Spunky, before your Dad decides to come
up here."

   Hearing the horn Kayla joins Sahseej on the deck wearing his cum while
walking over to her brothers.  They note her speckled flesh and chuckle. 
Words unheard as Marjorie and Dayna both lift their heads groggily. 
Confusion at hearing the horn startled everyone.  Feigning a headache from
the sun both women ease back down to rest.  The Boys bump fists at their
fun.

   Martin realized suddenly that Molly's bikini was in plain sight dangling
in the breeze.  Snatching it up he hands it to her.

   "You told me to not leg go of the wheel."

   Growling he bends helping her put on her bottoms.  He raced the over her
feet and up her legs.  Snapping the bands into place he pats her bottom. 
Dancing in step she yells, "I AM THE CAPTAIN." She certainly was.  Martin
even took his cap off and placed it on her head.  Using it as distraction
he did his best in cupping her breasts before tying her strings behind her
back.  Once dressed he grips her shoulders.

   "Better head down while he's shaking his head."

   "Permission to give up my post?"

   "I gave you my post."

   "I most assuredly made you give it up."

   "Looky there Cap'n, that's the first set of islands.  Key West is just
beyond.  Fast three hours when you keep active."

   "May I be an Island Hopper?"

   "Oh you can bet you'll be hoppin' tonight."

   "On you?"

   "If I can arrange it."

   "On Caleb?"

   "Yep."

   "On Nathan?"

   "Sure knock yourself out." He laughs.

   "May I wear a Lai?"

   "Wrong island chain but maybe a pearl necklace."

   "Yay!  I will go hug my Father now."

   Bouncing down the small set of steps Sahseej realizes her attire for the
first time.  She grew shameless throwing her arms around him.  Sniffing at
his clothing she looks up at him with her chin on his chest, "You smell of
Kayla's perfume." That saved the day.

   "Your bathing suit looks nice upon you." He was lying she could tell. 
Abandoning his waist she does a full circle on her toes letting him see he
bands between her ass cheeks.  She knew he would say nothing for fear she
would question the scent further.  Teeth gnashed he watched her slap her
ass and dance away to drop down into Caleb's arms.  She used him to cover
her tracks.  Those of Martin's as well.

   Joining him Martin puts an arm around the shoulder of Sahseej.

   "Key West Buddy.  Time to party."

   Unsettled by the events Marjorie repositions herself on the towel. 
Nobody bothered to notice one side of her bottoms came untied.  Half of her
thighs were hanging out.  She would discover it herself and swear off wine.
Joining an aware Dayna the two head below to shower the heat away from
their gentle burns.  This was becoming a habit.

   Molly in Caleb's arms looks over at Kayla curiously, "I see a hicky."

   "Yep!  That's a hicky."

   Kayla let her believe it.

   The Tropics were getting hotter.



   Molly Ch.  23: Key Chain

   "This here is Key Largo.  One of the busier towns down her in the Keys."

   "I remember that old song Kokomo by the Beach Boys.  It mentions Key
Largo." Marjorie Indrabooty giggles tugging at her bikini bottoms while
smiling at Martin Houser, their Captain for the day.  They were rather
twisted and she was fearful of exposure.  Noticing Caleb Houser eying her
activity made her flare her eyes before opting to hesitantly smile at the
young man.  Adolescent curiosity she presumed.  Boy was she wrong.  She had
no idea that the Houser brothers had drugged she and their Mother putting
them in very compromising positions.  The entire family was evil incarnate.
Sadly Marjorie still hadn't figured that out.  For a college Professor she
was pretty naive.  Even though she had her own share of wild days in
college long before meeting her Husband.  This bunch would prove her deeds
to be petty.

   "I love the Beach Boys." Dayna Houser joins Marjorie in leaving their
boat to hop on to a wobbling dock in the Marina.  Behind them Kayla Houser
and Molly Indrabooty followed the elders.  Both now wearing sundresses over
their rather skimpy bikinis.  Molly's Father winced with disapproval of his
daughter's attire but maintained his cool.  He had promised his wife
Marjorie that he would allow Molly to grow up.  His ideas of maturity did
not include so much revealed flesh.  Although he did indeed enjoy looking
at young Kayla.  A little too much.  His smug expression needed to be
checked before his wife suspected the worst.  She knew him too well in
respect to his thought patterns.  However being from India he often seemed
expressionless.  That was in his favor.

   "Get a move on Boys.  Make sure the boat doesn't drift away while we're
gone." Martin Houser checks the moorings for snugness.  This boat was his
baby.

   Leaving the boat Sahseej Indrabooty catches up to his wife and claims
her hand.  She loved it when he felt a taste for intimacy.  Loving her man
she presses into his side and pecks his cheek whispering her love for him.
He returned her love with his own gesture of a kiss upon her forehead. 
Kayla Houser fidgeted seeing their adoration until Molly nudged her from
the side.

   "Get your mind out of the alley."

   "Gutter?"

   "That dilemma too.  My parents are indeed in love.  While you may have a
crush I must remind you of that."

   "I hear you.  We really need to ditch the adults and really have some
fun."

   "What do you have in mind?"

   "Finding some Beach Studs and making them crazy."

   "There are surfer dudes in Key Largo?"

   "Probably bad surfers considering there's no waves." She chuckles,
"Today is girls day.  Follow me."

   "I will be on you like brown on rice."

   "You're so weird."

   "Yet you adore me as much as you do my Father."

   "Not even close." Kayla sticks her tongue out at the cute Hindi.  Molly
returned the favor.

   Following behind the girls Caleb and Nathan watch as Kayla drags Molly
away.  Thankfully the group knew the island fairly well.  Martin Houser
allowed the girls to depart on their own as long as the boys went with
them. Sahseej although tempted to forbid Molly to leave his sight consented
after Marjorie turns and waves her on.  Hearing his wife coax him to let
the kids have their fun at the beach.  The boys agreed and took off after
the girls but once out of sight changed directions.  They had plans of
their own.

   Now that the adults were alone Martin threw an arm around the shoulders
of Sahseej, "Come on Surgeon Man let the Oil Man buy you a few rounds of
Tequila.  Let's get to know one another seeing as our kids are hitting it
off so well.  Up to it ladies?"

   Dayna continues hogging Marjories arm like a leech, "You boys go on
ahead.  I know your favorite bar.  We'll find you in awhile.  I'm going to
treat Marjorie here to the best massage she's ever had."

   "You are?" Marjorie drops her jaw.

   "The male masseuses are to die for." She whispers.

   "Oh my goodness."

   Dayna continues her barely audible coaxing, "You cannot live without a
full body massage by Juan or Carlos.  They're brothers.  They own a tent
massage that onlooks the beach.  The gentle breeze on the body as they coat
you with warm oil is so relaxing."

   "I don't know.  A full body massage sounds...almost cheating."

   "It's innocent enough unless you allow more.  No means maybe down here
in the Keys."

   "I-I don't know Dayna."

   "Trust me my new Bestie." Led away without a choice Marjorie didn't have
time to get permission.  Neither did Sahseej who found Martin commanding
his decision to have drinks.  The couples parted ways with a bit of
separation anxiety but discovered it was rather liberating.

   A five minute jaunt to the beach Marjorie and Dayna reached the tent
tables of the Mercado Brothers.  Discovering the brothers sitting outside
the tent sipping Margaritas Dayna approached them.  They immediately
recognized her.

   "Ola!" She greets the men.

   "Senora Houser.  It is good to see you again.  It has been awhile." Juan
grins respectfully.

   "It's only been a month you handsome man."

   Juan and Carlos both were very fit men with chiseled abs displayed
beneath open button down tropical shirts and shorts a bit too tight for
their extremities.  A bulge evident in both of their crotches even without
erections.  A selling point in their lucrative business.  Marjorie could
only blush.

   "Juan?  Carlos?  This is my good friend Marjorie.  I want you to give us
the best massages you have ever given a woman."

   "Welcome Senora Marjorie." Carlos kisses her hand turning her head to
admire the ocean before returning with glistening eyes.

   "Hello.  This is my first time getting a full body massage.  Be gentle."

   Dayna's hand expresses a message to the men to not listen to her,
"That's no fun.  You boys know what to do.  Money is no option today."

   Juan becomes a Gentleman and politely invites Dayna inside.  Carlos the
same with a hesitant Marjorie.  Once inside they were escorted to a Vanity
blind and offered towels.  Claiming the towels Marjorie looks at how small
it was.

   "This won't even wrap around my body.  Maybe I should leave my bikini
on."

   Dayna scowls at her, "Don't you dare.  Live a little Bestie."

   "You are far more bold than I.  Since I've been with Sahseej I've
mellowed out on my expressive nature."

   "Fine.  You go right ahead.  I for one want the full effect." Dayna
strips off her bikini and sandels and merely holds the small towel over her
full frontal nudity.  The corners of her bulging breasts were visible and
her inner thighs barely covered.  Awaiting Marjorie with a glimmer of hope
Marjorie growls, "I'm so going to regret this." Seconds later she too
strips her bikini away and turns beet red.  Hands held Dayna leads them
around the blind where the two Masseuses stood ready with an assortment of
oils and tools of the trade.

   "I'll take Juan's table you get Carlos." Carlos was a handsome devil.

   "Alright." Carlos helps Marjorie up on the table and assists her in
laying on her front side.  A second towel is folded thinly and placed over
her bare butt.  Not much of a comfort but it all helped.  The same position
for Dayna on her table.  The two women look at each other with vibrant
smiles.  Marjorie wanted to enjoy herself.  She just hoped that the kids
didn't walk by and look inside.  That would be horrible.  Shivering
dramatically Marjorie notes Dayna being offered a sleep mask and a very
tiny headset for soothing music.  Her eyes bulge as Dayna winks at her just
before implanting the earplugs.  The blackout mask over her eyes Dayna
settled in for a stimulating hour.  Whimpering slightly Marjorie accepts
her own blindfold and earplugs.  The music was beautiful Hispanic tunes
combined with Cuban Jazz.  She realized the effect was meant to be lost in
the moment.  Terrified she accepted her fate.  Their long hair brought
forward the two men began their massage at the shoulders.  The finesse
behind their fingers was truly magical.  Not too hard, not too soft. 
Muscles quickly discovered how good of an idea Dayna Houser had.  Marjorie
could easily have fallen asleep.

   From neck and shoulders their hands rolled warm oil down their spines
and ribs.  Fingertips casually graced the formation of crushed tits which
Dayna grinned at.  Marjorie tensed up but let Carlos do his magic.  Long
steady compressions up and down the spine culminated at the towel covering
their butts.  Inch by inch the towels lowered and hands began oiling nearly
tight asses.  Neither woman was perfect but not far off.  Age and children
spoke the curse.  Regardless both men grinned at each other knowing they
could speak and not be heard.  Compliments were shared about their bodies.
If only the ladies could hear they might thank them or run like hell.  Juan
was first to remove the towel over Dayna's backside.  He knew quite well
she expected it.  Oil was then kneaded deeply into her cheeks and thumbs
crept in between with precision strokes.  Her ass lifted up with each
journey within.  After a good five minutes Juan moved down to her legs and
feet.

   Uncertain how Marjorie would react to the same Carlos skipped the towel
and headed straight for her legs.  Her feet were quite ticklish and she
giggled dramatically.  Still she did enjoy it immensely.  Her inner thighs
were graced with a soft touch and tender compressions.  Carlos explored her
reaction as his fingers crept deeper up under the towel.  Marjorie squirmed
slightly the closer his fingertips drew to her vagina.  Still she swallowed
and held her breath allowing it.  Finally Carlos took the risk and
carefully stripped the towel from her butt.  Marjorie was now like Dayna,
fully nude.  He heard Marjorie gasp and mumble, "Oh my God." Yet, she did
not stop him.  Her thoughts were all over the place.

   Long minutes more Marjorie enjoyed his squeezing at her butt cheeks and
Carlos own detour of thumbs sinking between her crack.  Light moans were
heard from both women.  It was then the two men stopped, hands on their
lower backs to let them know to relax.  The women merely shivered awaiting
them to continue.

   What neither woman realized was that the pause was due to a certain pair
of other Brothers.  Caleb had planned ahead long before he left home,
bringing money.  Brothers paid well step away and let Caleb and Nathan take
their place.

   "Greedy bastards." Nathan whispered.

   "Don't give them any ideas the real guys took off.  Keep rubbing.  You
saw how they were doing it just repeat.  They can't hear us or see us so
you do your thing with Mom.  This time they're not drugged up so they're
lively."

   "I just wish their hands were tied so they don't remove the blindfolds."

   "Keep the hands moving they won't.  Our hands are as big as theirs so
they shouldn't notice any difference.  Keep it cool."

   "Right." Nathan covered every inch of his adopted Mother.  Hearing her
sighs made him hard as hell.  Knowing the real Masseuses did it all he he
swept fingers in deep and let his thumb tease his Mom's anal cavity.  A
devastating shiver led to a giggle and a "Juan you naughty man." Nathan
tried hard not to laugh.  Carefully he guides Dayna's legs wider while
applying more oil to keep her in her own fantasy world.  With both hands
sliding up and down her inside left leg he let his fingers rub at her
pussy. She mumbled, "Oh yes massage there." That he did mesmerized by the
gloss over her labia.  She purred like a kitten.

   Caleb had better ideas.  After his own tour of Marjories entire backside
he slides a hand under her tummy while his other gently applies pressure on
her lower spine.  He was coaxing her to roll over.  Hearing Marjorie
whimper and tell him, "I cannot believe I'm going to do this." She did
indeed roll over and settle back nibbling her lower lip.  Marjorie
Indrabooty was in Heaven.  Grinning with confidence he trickles oil over
her chest and sits the bowl aside.  Gravitating over her heaving breasts he
squeezes them lightly at first for reaction.  A bitten lower lip showed him
she was nervous.  That made him move all around her upper body.  Shoulders,
neckline, then over each arm before returning to her chest for another
round.  Marjorie arched her spine slightly and whispers, "Lord I hope
Sahseej doesn't look in and see how much I'm enjoying you Carlos."

   Caleb Houser caresses her right cheek with the back of his knuckles
before daring to put his thumb up to her lips.  Marjorie took a deep breath
and without thought clenched her lips around his thumb.  Caleb looked at
Nathan who had managed to turn Dayna over as well and let him watch
Marjorie's tender sucking.  His opposite hand rolling its thumb around her
areola before lightly pinching a nipple taunt.  Marjorie was extremely
aroused.  Caleb meant to keep her that way.  Reclaiming his thumb he went
back to massaging her chest with both hands.  Both nipples teased and
lightly tugged higher sent Marjorie into an open mouth moan.  Waiting for
her to relax he moved south.  Coating her belly with more dribbled oil
bfore reaching her well groomed pubic hair.  Fingers moving around it first
for her reaction he noted her hand lifting up toward her face.  Fearful of
her lifting her blinder he swiftly grabs her hand and guides it back to her
side.  She complied without resistance.  That made Caleb really happy.

   Nathan had been giving his full attention to Dayna's breasts.  He even
dared to lean over her left nipple and exhale on it.  It rose up too meet
his lips and he ery carefully touched the tip of his tongue to it.  That
sent shivers across her entire body, "You can do better than that Juan."
She purrs shamelessly.  Shrugging Nathan literaly opens wide and sucks on
her nipple, "That's so much better.  I am so going to tip you well." Than
led to teeth gnawing at her nipple while his hand reaches over to roll the
other nipple in oily fingers.  She loved it.

   Now slipping his fingers amid Marjorie's pubes Caleb dares to taunt her
clit with his index finger.  That made her jump and expel, "Oh my!" His
other hand on her belly pats it lightly to comfort her.  Mrs.  Indrabooty
was feeling guilty but oh so shamelessly expectant.  Moans made her hips
rise.  Seeing this Caleb slid his fingers lower and rolled three fingers
amid a very wet labia.  She whimpered at his fingers as tips frolicked
looking for her hole.  Gasping and breathing hard she accomidates him with,
"Lower Carlos." As if he needed directions.  Inserting two fingers he
gently moves them deeper until she giggles almost begging, "Deeper."
Nodding he did just that.  One hand on her abdomin the other finger fucking
her.  His dream was half way there.  He wanted to fuck Molly's mom so bad
he could cry.  He just wasn't positive that today was the right time to try
that.  He would wait until another day to pounce on this pussy.  For now he
would settle for fingering.  That is until he heard his Mother moan loudly.
Eyes bulging he spots Nathan leaning between Dayna's legs eating her out.

   "What the fuck Dude?" Caleb whispers.

   Nathan lifts a messy chin away just long enough to whisper back, "Let's
duel Bro."

   Caleb eyed Marjorie and puckered at his lingering fingers.  Shrugging he
moved into a better position and joined in on the feeding frenzy.  Both
women were finger fucked hard and eaten at the same time.  They were
becoming so loud that Juan standing outside untied the tent doorway and
closed it to the world.  After nearly ten minutes both woman orgasm in a
gusher of liquid lava.  Knuckle bumping each other as they finish up both
boys agree to vacate before it was too late.  Scurrying from the tent Caleb
dug his wallet out for another hundred to each Mercado brother to keep
quiet.  A wave of compliance the owners enter their tent and settle the
women down.  Puckering at one another the men sampled the drenched pussies
for a second feeding.  Dayna embraced it willingly but Marjorie exhausted
noticed a difference.  Lifting her blindfold she looks over her tits
realizing Carlos had a moustache.  Her eyes bulge at his gnawing at her
clitoris.  While it felt great her nerves took over and she expressed with
a palm for him to stop.  He did and stood up looking as if he offended her.
She merely crawls from her table removing her music and goes to get
dressed. Hearing Dayna scream at a second maddening orgasm Marjorie decided
to wait outside.  She needed a cigarette for certain and she hadn't smoked
since college.

   Looking out over the beach she spots Caleb and Nathan walking alone. 
Spotting Marjorie both boys waved at her.  She cringed and waved back. 
They were just a little too near a bad situation.  If she only knew how
near she would have a nervous breakdown.  Regardless she hid a smile of
contentment.  She would wait until Dayna joined her.  That was another ten
minutes.  Harlot.

   Further down the beach Molly and Kayla laid out on towels basking in the
sun as guys surrounded them at a distance.  Kayla sat up and leaned over
Molly deciding to give them a show.

   "Let's not let you burn." Kayla winks breaking suntan lotion out of her
small hand bag.  Squeezing some over Molly's back she began rubbing it in.
Untying Molly's top she removes the strings away for a stunning back.  Guys
were eating it up the whole girl on girl thing.

   "I am feeling quite frisky for a lobster." Molly giggles at Kayla's
roving hands.

   "Me too.  We have to be careful of Lifeguard's though.  This isn't a
nude beach."

   "I am very much enjoying our girls day.  It is nice to be away from our
Parents and your Brothers."

   "Definitely.  I have an idea.  I think we can get away with topless easy
enough but the bottoms better stay on.  Roll over and let me oil your
chest."

   "You mean my boobies."

   "Uh huh.  Boobies.  Tits.  Chest.  Hooters."

   "I will if you let me oil yours."

   "Heck yes.  Let's give these bastards a something to talk about.  Seeing
as the guy/girl ratio around here is 10-1.  "

   Rolling over Molly lets her top slip from her tits revealing dagger like
nipples.  Guys point and the chatter instantly begins as she lays back to
let Kayla toys with her breasts both squeezing and pinching her nipples
even higher.

   "That's got their attention."

   "I would now like your attention." Molly sits up and throws herself at a
laughing Kayla.  They wrestle around on their towels as Molly manages to
get Kayla's top off.  Chest on chest Molly oils Kayla with her own greasy
body.  As they tussled giggling Molly took the intiative and kissed Kayla
dead on the lips.  With a moment to accept it Kayla kissed her back.  Their
lips locked and couldn't be broke.  Hands race all over Molly's back as
Kayla gets sneaky and unties Molly's bottoms.  As the strings dangle at her
hips guys drew closer, nvading their space.  Most knew it would end quickly
if a Lifeguard spotted them.  Therefore word spread to create a human
shield around them.  Realizing shadows all about them Kayla rolls Molly
over agressively and continued kissing her.  Molly's bottoms were revealing
everything now.  Merely clinging to her legs.  Knowing this Molly repeated
Kayla's act until both of her bikini parts were pulled awry and expressing
every private part she had.  Their seduction fueled the guys into touching
themselves.  This was every guys fantasy to see two girls go at it.  Both
girls hid the fact they knew very well they were encircled by testosterone.
No matter what the guys looked like.

   Molly found Kayla very tasty as they rolled over yet again.  Molly
parted lips and moved hers down over Kayla's neck where her Father had left
a faint hicky.  From there down to kiss Kayla's nipples and flick them with
her tongue.  Hearing guys murmur to eat her out Molly took the bait.  She
had never done this before but wanted to try.  Between Kayla's legs Molly
discovered something to her liking.  Kayla was blown away by this girl.  So
much so that she began moaning.  After a shrill whimper Kayla found a burst
of energy and once again turned the tables.  Forcing Molly over Kayla
winked at the congregation of onlookers before moving into a 69 position on
the beach.  Guys crowded more in mass.  This was going to have to be fast.
Once a Lifeguard saw so many people this close together they would
investigate.  Kayla didn't want to get them arrested.  That would be very
bad.



   Settling over Molly the two began eating each other out.  Moans
escalated as guys decided to tower directly over them.  Once guys found
their courage dicks whipped out of swimwear to be stroked over the girls.
Kayla looked up briefly and grinned all around her before diving back in to
a huffing Molly.  Molly looking up between Kayla's thighs squinted against
the sun to realize the gathering of masturbators.  She was in awe until
Kayla wiggled her bottom to inform Molly to chow down.  That she did.  As
the girls cum at the others starvation they felt raindrops.  A minimum of
six guys fired jetstreams of jizz over Kayla's back that also peppered
Molly on the forehead and hips.  Seeing their acceptance three more guys
moved in to drench them a bit more.  As Kayla laughed looking up she found
cum shot directly into her face.  Above her was her adopted Brother Nathan.

   "You Motherfucker." Kayla snapped.

   "Not yet.  Someday though." He put his pecker away and ran off thinking
that was priceless.

   Molly was smothered by Kayla as she sat directly up on her face while
wiping Nathan's jizz from her eyes.  If she got pink eye over him he would
be dead.  Muffled words lead to hands patting Kayla's hips to get off of
her.  Kayla peels away and sits next to Molly as Caleb joins the gathering.
Pulling his own dick out to release his pent up desires for Marjorie he fed
Molly instead.  Molly crawled beneath him with her mouth wide.  Guys around
them were envious if not too shy.  After three long minutes Caleb drenches
Molly's upper lip then shots torpedo down her throat.  Smiling at him she
reaches higher and swallows his dick deep.  His molten cum webbing out of
her mouth with each quick hunger game.  Molly was fired up.

   Finally he ends her feeding with a grin.  Taking his shirt off he calls
down at Molly and Kayla, "Let's get wet.  Last one in the water sits on the
Lifeguard chair naked." He bolts away as both girls jump up and start to
give chase when they realize they had left their bikinis on their towels.
Laughing their asses off they return for them and attempt to get dressed
mid run.  It was hilarious.  The water at least cleansed the girls.  Now it
was just time to relax.  Molly ended up in Caleb's arms kissing while
floating in the ocean.  She was happy to be in his arms.  He seemed to
share the sentiment.  Kayla tried to drown Nathan.  It almost worked.

   At a small grass hut cantina Martin Houser and Sahseej Indrabooty were
belting down shots of Tequila like champs.  Sahseej found his groove and
let his guard down with Martin's encouragement.  Amused by their behavior
Dayna and Marjorie found their men chattering away.  Marjorie had never
seen her Husband this liquored up and openy talking about life in America.
Joining their men the girls sat in their laps and had the time of their
lives.  The day was young.  Everyone got good and drunk.  They would all
call off work the next day to sleep in.  They would sail home bright and
early in the morning.  All involved would worry about the future after
their hangovers faded.

   It was time to return to normal.

   If that was even possible.

   Not likely.



   Molly Ch.  24: Dread Lobster

   I am so very sunburnt."

   Molly Indrabooty winces heavily at an aching rash of peeling skin. 
Within the confines of her bedroom she examines herself thoroughly in her
dresser mirror.  Completely nude at the moment learning swiftly that
underwear or anything tight hurt like a bitch.  She knew the possibilities
when she and her family joined the Houser clan at sea on their yacht.  Sex
outdoors in the sun led to a darker complexion.  Her skin nearly black at
the moment.  She was sorely tempted to call off sick from school and remain
at home to ease her agony.  Two days in a row looked bad, considering all
of her family called off Monday to recover from their trip to Key Largo. 
It would not be in the cards.

   A knock at her door leads her to hold a towel in front of her as she
answers.  Opening it she finds her Mother Marjorie holding a curled tube of
Aloe Vera, "You're so very lucky I'm a Botanist."

   "Enter Mother.  I am in need of your caring hands."

   "Only because I know you can barely move.  I think we've all learned a
valuable lesson.  I burnt badly myself on the way there.  It really didn't
feel horrible until the next day.  How I got through my massage without
bawling my eyes out is beyond me." She shivers at her shameless beach
massage at the hands of a dashing Carlos.  So she thought.  What began with
Carlos ended with Caleb Houser eating her out without her even suspecting
it was him.  Blindfolds and music to drown out exterior voices made certain
of that.  Still, something seemed off about Carlos.  It didn't feel as if
he had a moustache.  Unless of course his brother ate her instead.  Either
way she was ashamed of herself for secretly enjoying it.  It had been
awhile since Sahseej graced her pussy with his loving lips.

   "Hurry Mommah, before Father checks on me."

   "You're lucky your Father went to work before you woke.  Calling off
yesterday meant pushing his intern's into performing lesser surgeries on
patients with scheduled appointments.  He cannot do that again.  Being a
lead brain surgeon means you cannot just do as he did.  Outside of renting
a seaplane to get home early we were all stuck with the Housers."

   "I had great fun until today.  May I stay home from school for the rest
of the week?"

   "Today yes.  I'm staying home too.  Campus can live without me a few
days.  We can both care for one another and soothe our wounds."

   "I must text Caleb and tell him I miss him."

   "You really like this Caleb don't you?" Marjorie ever so carefully dabs
aloe on Molly's worst areas.  Namely those she was unable to reach.  Even
the slightest pressure made Molly tense up.  Poor thing.

   "Very much.  At first I disliked him much.  But, he has shown me how
much he adores me."

   "I think all of the Houser's adore you."

   Molly winces both at the tenderness of her burns but at her Mother's
observation.  She worried her Mom might be picking up signals she tried to
keep hidden.  Namely Caleb's Father giving her too much attention.  Unless
confronted Molly would keep it too herself.  Not only did she never want
Caleb mad at her but she actually liked being told what to do.  Caleb
certainly had a spell over her.

   "I like them.  Kayla even."

   "She seems like a sweetheart." Marjorie would not have said that if she
knew the girl had seduced her Husband more than once.  For now she was as
blind as a dumbfounded bat.

   "We must need many tubes of Aloe." Molly lifts the tube to realize not
much was left.

   "I know." Marjorie hisses, "I used some selfishly.  If I have to I'll go
out and buy more.  There is a drugstore just down the street."

   "You must hurry Mommah.  I cannot move."

   "I'm not even dressed yet.  Do you think I like wearing clothes over my
burns either?"

   Marjorie frowns at her daughters disappointed glare.  With a huff from
held breath she smiles.  "Of course I'll go buy more aloe.  I'll just wear
something loose and silky.  If only I could wear this nightie." She pinches
the soft pale pink silk of her night gown.  It was short and very sexy.

   "People would look at you and call you Victoria."

   "You think you're funny.  How about I just let you snap, crackle, and
pop?"

   "No Mommah.  Call the school and excuse me if you please."

   "You want a lot from me this morning.  You know I will.  Give me time to
find something to wear that doesn't hurt me.  That is going to be a
challenge."

   Leaving Molly expressing a grimace at her own agonizing burns Marjorie
goes to her bedroom and first procures her cell.  Dialing the University
first she awaits a reply from her assistant Bella.  It took five rings
before her youthful ally answered.

   "Good morning Miss Kenwood.  I hate to do this to you two days in a row,
but frankly my burns hurt so badly I might not even be available tomorrow.
We shall see.  My daughter Molly is in agony, the poor girl.  I think
Sahseej was the only one lucky out of our mini vacation.  Can you inform
Dean Callahan I won't be in today?  Thank you Sweet Bella.  Carry on
without me."

   Hanging up Marjorie then dialed Molly's school.  "Hello.  This is the
Mother of Molly Indrabooty.  I'm calling to let you know I'm authorizing
her to stay home today and tomorrow.  Pending on how she feels of course.
Our entire family got very bad sunburns over the weekend.  Thank you
Henrietta.  Give Principal Chavez my best."

   Once done she takes another moment to text Sahseej at work.  "I'm daring
to go get more aloe for our burns.  We are both miserable.  Have a better
day than us my love."

   Text sent she pilfers through her closet seeking something to wear.

   Six miles away at the Hospital Sahseej Indrabooty preps for surgery. 
Before washing his hands he feels his cell vibrate.  Not once but twice. 
Grimacing he chooses to look at the texts.  One was from his wife.  The
other...Kayla Houser.  Staring at both he fans his fingers indecisively. 
Sadly, he chose to read Kayla's text.  What he found was not just words but
a picture of her pussy up close.  Her fingers prying her hole wide with an
invitation.  Her text read.  "She misses you as much as I do." Glancing
about he quickly closes it from prying interns.  He would read his wife's
text three hours later.  Surgery came first.

   At home, Marjorie Indrabooty concluded that nearly everything she owned
was a burden against her tender red flesh.  Deciding that her nightie was
her softest option she left it on but dared to wear a very thin silky coat
over it.  The coat draped only as low as her upper thighs.  Even that felt
miserable to her flesh.  "Good lord!  I look like a hooker."

   Wearing sandals on her feet she snatched up her purse and car keys. 
Passing by Molly's door she observes Molly laying nude on her tummy weeping
as she texted Caleb.

   "Everything alright?"

   "No Mommah.  Even my fingertips hurt."

   "Awww!  I'll hurry back.  Don't move."

   "I will be exactly as I am now." She whimpers.

   It hurt to move too fast so Marjorie crept a bit.  Opening her door she
steps into the hallway.  Turning after locking her door she fumbles with
her keys squealing as they slipped from her grasp toppling to the carpet.
Eying them she just knew how badly it was going to hurt bending to pick
them up.  Using the wall as support she crouches low and grits her teeth
every inch of the way.  She hadn't noticed the elevator open until she was
fully crouched and prepared for the stretch to pick up her keyring. 
Hearing the door open she looks up to see their neighbor Eric.  For once he
didn't have a different girl on his arm.  She couldn't move.

   With groceries in his arms he eyes her predicament.  What she hadn't
even thought about was the fact her coat was open, her short nightie wide.
Eric Champion looked right up into paradise.

   "Problem?"

   "You could say that.  Nasty sunburn.  Dropped my keys on my way out."
She realized after looking at her knee span that Eric was admiring her
inner thighs.  Eyes wide she quickly closed her legs.  The pain shooting
through her made her lose balance and fall backwards.  Hearing her shriek
Eric swiftly sets his bags down and rushes to her aid.  Directly in front
of her of course.  He wanted an up close visual of her puss.  There was no
hiding it.

   "Rather compromising isn't it?" She hisses tossing her coat over her
front.  Neither side covered her.  There was no masking her loveliness.

   "Alright!  As pervy as this might sound...very nice.  Here let me help
you up."

   She blushed but accepted his gentle lift to her feet.  Marjorie tried to
smile but knew he was now looking at her cleavage.  Eric made a sudden,
decent move and pulled her coat closed.

   "I know it can't be helped, but you do realize it's 95 degrees out
already.  Fucking Miami, what can ya do?"

   "I know but I can't wear anything more than this.  My daughter's worse
yet.  You wouldn't by chance have any aloe?"

   "I don't." He really did but wanted to offer her help in other ways. 
"Can you even drive anywhere?  I know you're not walking to the store."

   "I can barely keep my legs closed.  Please don't make a crude comment. I
am happily married.  Even if it is nice to be noticed."

   "Oh I've noticed you.  Ever since you guys moved in to 8-1."

   "8-A."

   "A guy can dream." He winks at her.  "I suppose 8-1 does sound a tad
cannibalistic."

   "I need to go Eric."

   "She remembers my name.  I have to ask Margie..."

   "Marjorie."

   "I heard awhile back that your maiden name was Lovett.  Marjorie
Lovett-Indrabooty,"

   "Yes it was."

   "So do you?"

   "Do I what?"

   "Love it in the booty?"

   "At a time like this you're being a dick?"

   "Yes or no?" He charms her.

   With a tense glare that melted in his big blue eyes Marjorie sighs.  "I
recall enjoying it.  I haven't done that since my college days."

   "Your hubby against that?"

   "I will not discuss my husband with you Eric."

   "Gotcha!  Let me put my frozen goods in the freezer and I'll drive you
wherever you need to go."

   "I'm sure I can manage once I get a good start."

   "Don't be silly.  Give me five minutes."

   "My daughter is probably bawling her eyes out waiting on me."

   "Back in three.  Hang tight."

   "Fine!" She watched him walk backwards looking her over from head to
toe. His smile was intoxicating.  Eric Champion was a Greek God.  It was no
wonder he had a different woman every day.  Marjorie could never deny that
she did indeed find him attractive.  A minor fantasy kept to herself.  As
he grabbed his bags and unlocked his door she holds a hand to her chest. 
"Oh my lord!  Eric saw my vagina." She fanned herself with her hand then
panicked.  Walking awkwardly to the elevator she hit the button whispering,
"Hurry it up."

   Before the elevator rose to their floor Eric charged back out of his
apartment.  Locking up just as the elevator door opened.  "See that didn't
take long."

   She closes her eyes at her irritated flesh rubbing together.  "No it
didn't." Damn him!  Into the elevator they went.  He pushed the button for
the underground garage then settled back beside her.

   "You're sweating up a storm.  Sure you want to wear that coat?"

   "Eric, I'm in a nightie with obviously no underwear.  I cannot possibly
go without something to cover myself."

   "You're firecracker red everywhere.  If I were you I'd ditch the coat.
The material is scratchy."

   "I didn't have a choice.  Maybe I should just call and have someone
deliver me what we need."

   "Or, you can lean on me and I'll get you where you're going."

   "Or, you could be a gentleman and just go get it for me."

   "Stop being so nervous around me.  I won't bite."

   'I never said you would." She rolls her eyes and confronts him, "Admit
it Eric.  You're only helping me because you've seen my..."

   "Sweet pussy?"

   She drops her jaw and stares without blinking.  As he smirked back at
her she took a deep breath and withheld a smile.  Blushing she whispers
toward him as if she had an audience.  "I'm dehydrated enough without you
making me wet."

   "What was that?"

   "Nothing." She was not going to repeat herself.  He heard her quite
well. As the elevator reached the garage the air conditioning of the
building vanished like oxygen being sucked awat.  She fanned her coat flaps
at the heat.

   "I told you it was hot for 9AM.  My car is over here." He hit his remote
which beeped informing him where it was.

   "You're he tenant with the red Jaguar convertible.  Me likey."

   "Top coming down." He uses his remote to send the canopy reeling back.

   She shivered imagining her own top coming down.  "Damn it!  Why does he
have to be so gorgeous?" She kept to herself as he opened the passenger
door for her.  Seating so low it was agonizing to her flesh as it
stretched. At the halfway point Marjorie cried out her pain.  Between that
and the long coat bunching up beneath her entry.

   "Enough!  Take that coat off already."

   "I don't think I can argue with you Eric." He assists her in removing it
and tosses it into the back seat.  From there he carefully helped her
inside one leg at a time.  "Please stop looking up my nightie."

   "Not gonna happen Lovett."

   "I cannot possibly be that irresistible."

   "Nicest pussy I've seen in quite awhile."

   "I cannot believe you're speaking to me like this."

   "Gonna tell the Doc?"

   "Definitely not.  His hands pay the bills.  I do not need him breaking
any knuckles on your chin."

   Eric laughs and eases the door shut.  "I think it's more because you
like my flirting with you."

   "Is that what they call sexual harassment these days?"

   "Sue me."

   "Don't tempt me."

   "I've been tempting you since the day you and I waved in the hall months
ago."

   "HA!  How do you fit that ego into this tiny little car?"

   "The same way I fit my big fat cock into tiny little spaces."

   "Oh my God!  Eric stop." She blushes laughing.  He starts the car with a
cheesy grin and backs out.  Squealing tires they jet through the garage and
come out on to a relatively busy street.  It was then Marorie felt naked.
Covering her chest was a mistake.  Both spaghetti straps on her nightie
slipped down over her biceps.  Her scarlet hued melons mashed together in a
dramatic cleavage that made Eric swerve in traffic to catch a glimpse. 
"Watch the road, not me."

   "Damn those are beautiful."

   "Why did I agree to do this?"

   "Can't tell me you don't like the wind in your hair.  Coolness on your
sunburn has to feel good."

   :It does actually." She points at the Pharmacy that Eric just passed by
exceeding the speed limit.  "The drugstore was right back there.  Where are
you going?"

   "Cooling you off."

   "Not if my temper flares."

   "I'll swing back in a few.  Enjoy the moment.  Put those arms down." He
reaches over lightly easing her arms away.  Her pale pink nightie had
developed very painful nipple erection stabbing through the silk.  In
lowering her arms one hand went to holding her hair from her mouth.  The
other in her lap.  Eric smiled as her nightie slipped lower over her
breasts.  In her sudden enjoyment she hadn't given them a thought.  He
constantly darted his eyes from the road to those perky tits.

   "My daughter is suffering and we're joy riding.  I'm a terrible Mother."

   "I'll head back."

   "No.  Go out a few more miles."

   "Bad Mommy."

   "I know." She winced.  "This is exhilarating."

   "Know what would be more exhilarating?"

   "What would that be?"

   Eric reaches over and gently tugs her nightie down revealing both tits.
Her eyes bulge and look down at his bold move.  "Those are fucking
gorgeous."

   "Oh my God!" She flared her eyes at the traffic around her.  Marjorie
Indrabooty blushed heavily but did not cover up.  "Five miles out, then the
drugstore." Those college memories came flooding back.  In her enjoyment
she hadn't heard her cell vibrate in her coat in the backseat.  Call
waiting.

   Molly gave up trying to call her Mother and texted Caleb of her misery.
She cried as she crawled from her bed and slowly moved toward the bathroom.
She needed to pee, even sitting on the toilet hurt.  Eying the bathroom tub
she decided to run cool water and wait for it to fill.  Not too cold, not
remotely warm.  Once the level was half way up she shut the water off, and
defied her stretched flesh in order to drag her legs over the side.  Crying
out she sat in the tub very slowly and soothed the fire.  The water did
help.

   Hearing her cell ping she realized it was still on the sink behind her.
"You are so stupid."

   She punished herself lifting out to reach for it.  Drawing it closer
with her fingertip until grasped she sat back down.  Calming her pain she
hears it ping a second time.  An invite to face time Molly just opened it.
She needed a caring smile.  "Good morning Caleb Houser.  How is school
today?"

   He was sitting in class with his friend Wyatt waving at her from behind.
"Hey Hottie"

   "That is not a name I approve of with such bad sunburns."

   "Dang!  You look...darker."

   "This is what happens when I tan.  You could not find me in the dark."

   "No but by the sound of it I'd hear you easy enough."

   "Do not make me laugh.  I am a lobster in the sea."

   "Wyatt says hi."

   "Hello handsome Wyatt."

   "Lower the cam and show us your tits."

   "If I must." She pans down at her large breasts with very small nipples.
She notes Caleb looking down quite often.  "Are you keeping notes in
class?"

   He chuckles, "Since when have you seen me take notes in any class?"

   "This is truth.  What is it you are doing?"

   "Teacher left the class.  I'm getting a blowjob."

   "Oh my!  I wish it were me with your big wiener in my mouth."

   "Me too." He scowls at his caregiver, "Did I tell you to stop?  I didn't
think so.  Swallow that cock you slut."

   "Such language.  Who is this that replaces me?"

   Caleb turns his camera down toward his crotch.  There knelt Heather, a
recent addition to his harem that decided she could compete with Molly for
Caleb's affections.

   "Hello Heather." With her jaw stretched wide and her eyes bulging
without a single blink she waves at Molly.  Molly winced as she moved a bit
in the water for comfort.  "Please be to take good care of Caleb until I
come back to school." A thumbs up offers her a confirmation.  Caleb turned
his camera to let the other students around them wave at her.

   "Hurry the hell up and make me cum or I'll replace you with Jaclyn or
Sammy." He shows Molly both girls across the room with yearning gazes,
ready to leap on Caleb with the snap of a finger.

   "It must be lunch time.  They appear quite hungry."

   "I might feed them later on.  Depends on how I feel."

   "I wish I did not feel.  I hurt badly Caleb.  How is it you or Nathan
are not burnt as I?"

   "We weren't naked on the beach." He chuckles.

   "How would be your sister Kayla?  She too was naked."

   "Don't know.  Don't care.  Damn it Heather.  Jaclyn get your fucking
lips over here." He pushes Heather away.  In a struggle of seconds Jaclyn
Stewart had her mouth on his cock swallowing every inch.  Her fingers
palming his bulging scrotum.  Silent cheers were heard.  "Heather!" Caleb
snaps.  "You aren't done.  Get back there and blow Wyatt." Caleb allowed
Molly to see a pouty Heather kneel behind him.  Wyatt stretched back in his
seat and let her unzip and drag his beast out.  A bobbing head confirmed
her obedience.  Wyatt nodded smirking like the Devil in heat.  Another turn
of his cam lets Molly now view Jaclyn.

   "She is doing quite well.  Her face is turning blue."

   "Yeah!  That's the ticket Jac.  I can feel that cum rising.  Hell yes!"
He snarls and detonates in her throat.  The camera jostles about
uncontrollably until he finishes feeding the brunette.  Panning the camera
as Jaclyn reveals a mouth full of Houser froth.  Her cheek rubbing
sensually along the length and girth of Caleb's shaft.

   Hearing a boy usher, "Gorman is coming." Caleb closes out the facetime.
The Teacher had returned to class.  Jaclyn took her seat but kept his cum
active.  Showing it off as Gwen Gorman taught her class.  Heather was glad
to have escaped Wyatt.  His dick tasted salty and unclean.  She would sadly
be forced to finish him off after class.  At least his cum tasted minty.

   Molly pouted at her loss and attempted to call her Mother.  She had been
gone a very long time.

   Hitting the interstate Eric Champion drove ninety miles an hour.  The
wind whipping Marjorie's hair.  With an assist by Eric he had pulled her
already lowered nightie further down to her waist.  It bunched up just
above her hem.  His hand caressing her leg ever so slightly up beneath the
garment.  A pinky rubbed her labia.

   "How we doing Marjorie?"

   "This is incredible.  I haven't done anything this crazy since college.
It's keeping my mind off the burn for sure."

   "Don't mind my fingers." He winks before moving in for the kill.  Eric
Champion was rubbing her clitoris.  Her eyes lower to her lap and offers a
stunned expression.  "Recline the seat."

   Stressed a bit she eyes his probing fingers while lifting her hem to
witness his fingers amid her pubic hair.  With a huff and squinted eyes she
reaches beside her seat to the controls and guides the seat back.  Laying
stretched out as he fingers her at a very bad angle.  Semi trucks lingered
beside them and watched.  Marjorie looked up at the drivers and melted. 
She never realized just how badly she had missed this side of her persona.
Being the model wife to Sahseej altered her life entirely.  In a bold move
Marjorie cries at her movements but tugs her nightie off over her head and
lifts her arm in the air.  Her nightie billowing in the wind.  She was
free. Eric moved to reclaim her free hand and placed it over her pussy. 
She immediately began masturbating.

   "I need my hand back." He calls over, then switches gears and rockets
away.  He was now doing 120 and weaving in and out of traffic.  Trucker
after trucker watched her play.  Lifting her nightie in the air again as
she feels her juices brewing she discovers her grip on the nightie lacking.
The wind ripped it from her hands.

   "Oh shit!" She looked at Eric with her mouth wide.

   "That's so inviting." He grins at her.  She burst into laughter.  "Pull
over Eric.  While I'm in a good mood." He did.  Slowing and pulling off on
the shoulder she leans over his shifter and unfastens his slacks.  Digging
him out she discovers a sleeping giant.  "Geezus Eric.  This must be ten
inches."

   "Better get busy before a cop drives by." He lowers his own seat back.

   Marjorie Lovett Indrabooty sucked that lucky bastard dry.  Truckers
blared their horns in passing.  She swallows a good six inches and feasts
on his ball sack, while stroking him.  Six minutes later Marjorie
Indrabooty had a jaw full of jizz.  Laughing at herself she sits up and
smiles down at Eric.

   "I cannot believe I just did this.  I should hate you Eric.  How can I
live next door to you knowing I've just cheated on my husband?"

   "Technically I don't call it cheating until you scream my name."

   She smirks then yells out loud.  "FUCK YOU ERIC."

   "Next time.  Let's get moving before we get arrested." She reels back
swishing his cum in her mouth absorbing the taste.  Looking at herself in
the mirror on the passenger door she froze in time.  Cum pressed between
her lips.

   "Molly." She swallows the cum quickly and ignores her pain to reach back
into the seat behind her.  Snatching at her coat she locates her cell and
checks it.  Seeing five calls from Molly her heart sank.  Tears welled up
in her eyes.  Not one from Sahseej.  A pouty look toward Eric she reaches
over palming his hand on the gear shift.  With an uneasy look between each
other she shares an answer to an earlier question.

   "Yes."

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes I love it in the booty."

   "Next time?"

   "I'll think about it.  Get me to a drugstore please."

   "Going in dressed like that?"

   "No.  You Sir are going in dressed like that.  I'll wait in the car."

   "I can do that."

   Ten minutes later Eric pulls into a parking space out front of a
Pharmacy.  Knowing everything she needed he hops out of the car.  She had
placed the coat over her like a blanket.  As he darted around the back of
the car to head in he stops and races back to catch her off guard.  Eric
Champion kissed Marjorie on the lips.  She embraced his kiss with a tender
tug at his lower lip.  Winking at her he swiped her coat and went inside.
She curled up in her seat and laughed.

   "FUCK YOU ERIC."

   She would end up doing exactly that in the very near future.

   Calling Molly she made excuses of having to go to seven different
drugstores.  Molly still in the tub had masturbated using a water wand
attached to the tub.  At least she kept busy.

   Miles away at the Hospital...

   Sahseej had just completed a simple enough surgery and washed up.  Back
to normal he met with the patient's family and explained the procedure had
gone well.  The woman was resting peacefully.  Once thanked he walked the
halls taking an elevator down to his office.  As the elevator opened a
Nurse led a very familiar face his way.

   "Kayla?" He froze without expression.

   "Hi Doctor Indrabooty." She spoke in passing.  The Nurse offering a
strange expression at his recognition.  Kayla wore a candy striper outfit.
She told the Nurse that she was friends with his daughter.  When she wasn't
looking Kayla hikes the back of her skirt.  Zero panties with words written
on her butt cheeks in lipstick.  "These miss you too." Luckily the skirt
was long enough to hide it when down.

   Sahseej Indrabooty did not know what to do.  He chose to go to his
office and lock the door.  Looking at his cell he spots two messages from
his wife.  He ignored both in favor of Kayla's earlier photo.  Eying that
delicious little hole Sahseej jerked off.  Once jettisoning a healthy load
he wipes off with tissue and sits back in his leather seat.

   An unsettling thought occurred to him.  This young girl was stalking
him.

   "She must be punished."

   He would destroy that young cunt in the back of his SUV, candy striping
her ass in Hindi jizz.  Working late his cover.

   Luckily Marjorie was able to sneak into her apartment in the coat. 
Molly was in her room sulking.  A good aloe massage put her daughter to
sleep.  Marjorie?  She went to her bedroom and masturbated thinking of
Eric. For two hours straight.  Unknown to her she was being watched. 
Concealed cameras had been recording all day long.  Not only had they
captured Molly in the tub, they now saw every dirty little detail.

   Right next door the portly neighbor Claude gets a text from Caleb
Houser. "Dude!  You're a badass.  Your cameras are doing their job.  I'm
watching Molly's mom fuck herself.  Sweeeet!"

   The man chuckled and texts back.  "So am I Kid.  So am I."

   Caleb and his brother Nathan enjoyed the show reminiscing of their time
in Key Largo actually touching Marjorie.  Caleb even ate her out.  He
really wanted to fuck her but the timing was bad.  That goal was on its way
to becoming reality.

   Eric Champion?  He sat in his apartment drinking wine and watching video
of his own.  Marjorie hadn't even noticed the tiny camera attached to this
rearview mirror.  It had captured everything they did including losing her
nightie on the interstate.

   "So going to own your ass Indrabooty."

   With fingers pinching at the air toward the video playing on his
television, he switches channels to discover another live feed.  He too had
access to Claude's hidden devices.  Smiling at Marjorie's constant yelping
he actually hears his name.  "Ohhh Eric." Music to his ears.  Another
channel switch he spies on Molly laying on her belly nude.  Sleeping he
admires her sweet heart shaped bottom.

   "I bet she likes it Indrabooty too."

   Three households were jerking off to the Indrabooty girls.

   This was going to get good.



   Molly Ch.  25: SHUDDER BUG

   "What is this you are watching Caleb?"

   Molly Indrabooty used her face time function on her cell to chat with
her boyfriend, if you could call him that, Caleb Houser.  He was obviously
watching a porno on his laptop at home.  Brother Nathan there beside him.

   "Porno."

   "I could be your porno if I were not so sore.  I have blisters on my
bum."

   "Not good.  That's okay you just get better.  Once you come back to
school I want you to show up Heather and the others girls.  We're gonna do
something really big next week."

   "As long as my parents do not find out, I will do as you ask."

   "Not asking Molly." He extends a droll dedicated stare.

   Expressionless Molly immediately responds, "Yes, as you say."

   "Daaaamn!  This girl is destroying her pussy with a dildo." Nathan
chuckles wanting to show Molly the laptop, but Caleb resisted.  Hearing her
Mother on the other side of the wall Molly winced.  She had never heard her
Mother masturbating alone before.  Least of all so loudly.  What had come
over Marjorie Indrabooty?

   "My Mommah is very loud today."

   "I know!  We can hear her as if we're right there beside you." Nathan
rants as Caleb slugs him from the side to shut him up.  Unknown to Molly
they were watching her Mother on the laptop.  They couldn't let Molly in on
the devious nature of her next door neighbor Claude's hidden cameras and
microphones.  All over the Indrabooty condo were secret devices recording
their every move.  Even in the hallway, and down in the garage.  Not even
Caleb knew of everything at the moment, Claude aimed to surprise the boy at
a later date.  Caleb wanted as much footage of Molly's Mom as possible. 
The boy had a serious infatuation with her.  He was on a mission to build a
better Pornstar out of her.

   A late night for Molly's Father at work allowed Marjorie time to enjoy
herself.  Since earlier in the day, when their other neighbor from down the
hall Eric Champion took her to the drugstore, which led to a lengthy erotic
tour of Miami, Marjorie's hormones were in overdrive.  Eric was in her
fantasy world suddenly.  Not since her college days had Marjorie been so
horny.  A changed woman in such a short time.  It would definitely get
worse.  Since marrying Sahseej even her innermost fantasies had been
repressed.  No longer.  She loved her man but her needs were growing.  Not
good for her Hubby.

   Of course, if she knew of his own betrayal it might not matter.  Her
husband was having an affair with a much younger woman behind Marjorie's
back.  A girl not much older than their daughter.  The very sister of
Molly's boyfriend.  Small world indeed.

   "Ohhhh!  Do you like watching me play with myself Mister Champion?"
Marjorie mumbles giggling at her sensitivity.  Hearing her distinctly over
his laptop Caleb frowns at her neighbors identity.  In Claude's apartment
the portly man chuckles swigging his beer, beside him the dashing Eric
Champion himself.  Man of the hour.

   "I think you have her hooked Champ." Claude clinks his bottle against
Eric's.

   "Haven't even shown her my cock yet.  She's in love." Eric smugly nods.

   "I'm making copies of this.  We can sell them overseas and split the
profits."

   "Sounds like a plan my devious Amigo."

   "Her kids even hotter."

   "Oh I know.  If I have my way I'll be tapping Molly too."

   "Been there done that." Claude brags.

   "No fucking way." Eric expresses awe, "You fat bastard."

   "Hey now!  Wanna see?"

   "Her yes.  Not your wrinkled up ass."

   "Careful now.  I can always set cams up in your place too." He chuckles.

   "You should.  As much pussy as I bring home we could make a killing. 
Have you seen the hot bitches I get?"

   "Yep!  I'm game as long as it don't come between our budding
friendship."

   "I'm Pornstar material." Eric pats his crotch.

   "Don't ever do that when we're alone again.  I have a stun gun."

   The two men laugh and agree to plant cams in Eric's bedroom and living
room at least.  With a privacy jammer should Eric need it.  For now Claude
switches his TV to a duel screen and observes both Marjorie and Molly naked
in their beds.  Easy enough to know who Molly was talking to as she refers
to Caleb by name multiple times.

   "Hey!" Claude sits up, "Why don't you call Marjorie.  Let's see her
reaction to your voice stimuli."

   "Not a bad idea you sick Fucker." Eric snatches his cell from his pants
pocket.  "Shit!  Three messages from three different girls.  Might get some
action tonight anyway.  What you have a taste for?  Chinese masseuse? 
Swedish stewardess?  or, African American dancer?  Don't give me that
chocolate makes you break out shit.  The Swedes make the best candy in the
world." Eric chuckles.

   "YA!  I vood like to watch za Swiss Miss."

   "You insensitive prick.  Olga it is.  Let me text her to come over at
10:00.  How long it take you to set my place up?"

   "Thirty minutes?"

   "Got the parts?"

   "Do I have the parts?  I could set up every condo in this building by
morning."

   "Ooo!  That cute redhead down in 3C."

   "Already got her." Claude laughs flipping channels to watch a stunning
redhead taking a bubble bath by candlelight.  Sipping red wine for an
elegant relaxation."

   "Fuck Olga.  Let's go take on Renee." Eric sits up mesmerized by her
beauty.  Muting her as Eric dials Marjorie's number he grins like the
Devil. Channel sharing with Renee now the men observe Marjorie's cell
ringing as she moans.  Hearing her groan at its shrill annoyance Marjorie
rolls over to lift her cell to see who was calling.  Her dildo left inside
her scalding hot pussy.  A hand goes to her mouth as she reacts to his
number.

   "Oh yeah!  She's wanting to answer it."

   "She's only had my number for six hours." Eric Champion winks.

   "She's biting." Claude goes silent pointing at Eric.

   "Hello Eric." Marjorie whispers.

   "Hey!  Just checking in to see how your kid's feeling?  That aloe help?"

   "She seems to be alright.  I haven't heard any dinner bell ring needing
anything."

   "Great!  I'm glad she's doing better.  How about you?  How are you
feeling?" He smirks toward Claude.  On the TV Marjorie lays back with her
cell to her ear and slyly begins moving her dildo in and out.

   "I-I'm fine.  Thank you for asking."

   "Good.  I better go before your husband wonders who you're talking to."
Of course Eric knew Sahseej was not at home.

   "He's working late tonight.  You're safe this time." She stops plunging
her toy to briskly rub her clit.  Claude zooms in on her efforts.  It was a
thing of beauty.

   "I won't be a nuisance I promise."

   "You're not a nuisance.  I-I'm happy that you cared enough to check on
me."

   "Good to know.  We should go for a ride more often." He chuckles.

   Her fingers remove the dildo in favor of inserting two fingers.  Her
legs lifting slightly made her sigh.

   "I might be up for another ride sometime." She huffs slightly.

   "You sound breathless.  You working out?"

   "Yes actually." She giggles then holds her breath, "I should be careful
that Molly doesn't hear me."

   "Hear you doing what?"

   "My...workout.  Talking to another man."

   As Molly rambles in her bedroom to Caleb she doesn't see his reaction to
Marjorie's caller.  Caleb was overly curious as to whom the Mother was
obviously flirting with.  Nathan beside Caleb listened closer to the laptop
speaker.

   "She called the guy Eric." Nathan whispered into his brother's ear.  He
hadn't heard of any Eric before.  Caleb was somewhat jealous.

   "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me Marjorie.  We can just
be neighbors.  Your ole' man is a decent guy I'd feel bad if he thought..."

   "That we were fucking?" She whispers nibbling her lip awaiting his
reaction.

   "Are we fucking?"

   "You asked me earlier if I liked it Indrabooty." She giggles lightly.

   "You said that you did." He laughs at her.

   "Truth?  It's my favorite."

   "Really now?  That almost sounds like an invitation to sneak in the back
door."

   "We shall see." She smiles fingering herself harder.  Her spine arching
at how good it felt.

   Eric was certainly seeing.  So was Claude.  So was Caleb and Nathan
Houser.  She put on a very seductive pose, her toes pointing out into the
air as if wings on an airplane.

   "Why do I get the feeling your workout has nothing to do with yoga
pants?"

   "Oh Eric." Marjorie whimpers at being busted.  "Yes!  I'm playing with
myself.  Do you object?"

   "You know I don't.  Go all out for me.  Let's hear it."

   "My daughter is on the other side of the wall."

   "Can't tell me she hasn't heard you and Sahseej banging."

   "That's different.  That is natural."

   "So is masturbating.  Let's hear it Indrabooty."

   "I cannot believe I'm willing to do this.  I should never have...NO! 
I'm glad I did.  My pussy is so wet Eric."

   "Do NOT bite your tongue.  If she questions you just say you're a grown
woman and you missed your man."

   "Alright!  She would actually buy that."

   "OH HELL NO!" Caleb snaps forcing Nathan to grit his teeth knowing Molly
was watching them over their cells.

   "Is everything alright Caleb?" Molly looked concerned.

   "Fucking pop ups.  These damned porn sites I swear." Caleb covered his
tracks.

   Nathan chimes in with a brilliant idea.  "Molly should masturbate for us
too."

   "Right!  Us too as in We two." He wanted to nut punch his little
brother.

   "I can try.  I am rather crispy even down there." She shows them her
peeling thighs.  Her pussy beautiful regardless.  Hearing her whine at
repositioning Molly gives it her all.  Massaging her clit young Molly heard
her Mother moaning louder than before.  "Can you not hear my Mommah?  She
is much louder.  I am quite embarrassed."

   "Don't be.  She's just bored and lonely with your Dad at work.  Right?"
Caleb changes her tune.

   "I suppose that to be truth."

   "I dare you to get as loud as your Mom." Nathan jumps in.

   "She will stop and see if I am in pain."

   "DO IT!" Caleb commands her with a point.

   "For you handsome Caleb, I will risk my Mommah's wrath." molly begins
playing with herself harder.  Fingers digging in deep she offers the boys a
view of her wetness.  Just next door in Claude's apartment Claude had
decided to check on Molly too.  Shocked the men watched a threesome of hot
ladies masturbating.  The downstairs neighbor Renee Wood had discovered her
bathwater the perfect place to cum.  Fist bumps between men, between
unsuspecting brothers.  The guys were settling in for a show.

   Eric felt like antagonizing, "How's that pussy feeling Marjorie?"

   "Delightful."

   "Sure doesn't sound like it.  Awful quiet over there."

   "Eric please, My daughter."

   "A minute ago you were more than willing."

   "I'm afraid I'll yell out your name." She giggles.

   "So do it.  Just tell her you were watching reruns of True Blood. 
Remember Eric Northman?"

   "I LOVE that series.  Alexander Skarsgård is sooo hot.  Oh My God!  Now
I'll be fantasizing about him."

   "I look a bit like ole' Alex."

   'You're an evil man Eric."

   "FUCK THAT PUSSY!" Eric snarls.

   "I love your brusque tone.  I'm going to use my vibrator.  Hold on." She
sits her cell aside and leans over her mattress to dig into a bedside
drawer.  Returning with a whopper of a vibrating dildo that looked life
like in color all four viewers huffed.  Dicks were hard, as if they weren't
already.

   "Holy shit.  That looks so fucking real." Caleb remarks.

   "You act as if you have not seen me play before." Molly trembles.

   "No I meant the Pornstar.  She pulled out a massive dildo.  She's
sucking on it now."

   Marjorie Indrabooty licked her toy from base to crown then suckles it
for her own inspiration.  Turning it on it wiggles in her mouth.  Laughing
at herself she removes it in order to speak.

   "I just sucked your dick Eric."

   "I can hear it buzzing."

   "I think you should fuck me up the ass right now Mister." She rolls over
in bed and positions her ass in the air, hands delicately probing the toys
beastly head toward her ass.  Excusing herself for a bottle of lube she
fingers her anal pucker to prepare it for penetration.  "Sorry!  Needed
some lubrication on this bad boy." They not only hear her introduction gasp
but see her mouth widen in awe of its fit.  "Sweet Jesus!  It's been far
too long.  God this feels good.  Fuck me Eric."

   "Hands on those sexy hips now.  Slapping those cheeks.  Tugging that
long hair of yours."

   "YES ERIC!" She yells then buries her face into a pillow, looking up
worried that Molly had heard her.  Hearing instead her own daughter moaning
at the top of her lungs.

   Pausing Marjorie laughs, "Eric?  My daughter is masturbating too.  She
must be talking to Caleb."

   "Ignore it.  Shake some windows Indrabooty." Eric sounded determined.

   "So foolish!" Marjorie pounds her vibrator in her ass then stops just
long enough to snatch up her earlier dildo and double penetrates herself.
Between vibe wiggling in her ass and a sturdy cock in her cunt the Mrs. 
was howling like a wolf.  "OH MY GOD!  ERIC I"M GOING TO CUM."

   On the other side of the wall Molly hearing her Mother stops cold to
listen, "Mommah just called out to another man."

   "GET BUSY MOL.  SQUIRT FOR US." Caleb attempts to get her back on point.
Molly winced then devoted herself to her man.  In minutes both Indrabooty
girls were having insane convulsions.  Sharing similar moments leading into
a deafening pair of orgasms.  Goaded further both of them continued on for
the next hour.  Lost in their hormonal urges neither of the Indrabooty
girls heard the front door open.

   Entering Sahseej Indrabooty stops cold on the welcome mat.  Listening to
both sets of dirty talk and echoing moans he peaks an eyebrow.  Silently
shutting his front door he sets his briefcase on the sofa and untethers his
tie.  Absorbing their squeals of delight he first steps to Molly's door. 
It was not fully shut and her light was on.  Shocked at the sight of seeing
his daughter playing with herself on camera he nearly barged in to punish
her.  Sudden thoughts of his own misadventures kept him at bay.  Kayla
Houser, Caleb's older sister was his own play toy.  He had nothing to say
really.  His wife had expressed to him that their daughter was an adult
now. She was right.  Shivering at how long he observed Molly made his
stomach churn.  If not for hearing his wife scream bloody murder for a
third orgasm he might have stared at Molly a bit longer.  The sickness of
his sudden perversion made him leave her door.  Slowly stepping to his own
bedroom he turns the knob and peers within.  There was Marjorie with two
toys doing a devastating job on her holes.  Entering silently he undresses
watching her lost in her cries.  This was rather impressive he thought.

   Next door Claude and Eric sat up straight, dicks in their hands from all
the beauties on camera.  Noticing Sahseej undressing the boys bumped
knuckles then winced at the fact that those same hands were busy jerking
off their perspective cocks.  Eric fluttered a disgusting pubic hair from
his fingers.  It wasn't his own.  Gross fucker.

   Across town Caleb and Nathan had similar disruptions in their own
jacking off over both Indrabooty beauties.  With baited breath the four
viewers awaited the next move.  Eric chose his words wisely as he whispers.
"Say my name."

   "ERIC!  OH MY GOD I WANT YOU INSIDE ME." Sahseej hearing that halts at
lowering his boxers.  A chill consuming his soul.  "FUCK YOU VAMPIRE. 
STAKE THROUGH YOUR GODDAMNED HEART FOR RAPING ME." This contorted her
husband's facial expression.  Had his wife gone mad?  Her face hidden by
pillows to block the glare of her cell she hadn't so much heard Sahseej
enter as having had planned ahead.

   "Who is this Eric?" Sahseej opens up startling her.  She rolls over on
her cell making certain he couldn't see it.

   "Sahseej!  You scared the life out of me." She pulls her toys free of
both holes looking embarrassed.  "I-you will think I'm silly.  I was
fantasizing about that actor on True Blood.  Remember Eric?  We used to
watch that series when Molly was asleep.  I feel so very foolish."

   "Yes.  I recall such a show.  You used to make suggestive remarks about
him to make me jealous." He pauses to hear Molly having her second orgasm.
"Our daughter is feeling better?  She shall go to school tomorrow then."

   "Wow!  I hadn't even heard her until now.  Our baby is growing up so
fast."

   A snap visual in his thoughts of his beautiful daughter fingering
herself.  Her chest heaving breathlessly.  Nipples hard as..."Yes she is
indeed."

   "Get over here Mister Indrabooty."

   He lowers his boxers stepping out of them.  "It has been a very long
day." He yawns stretching.  She knew that look.  Disappointment made her
pout.  As she lowers her eyes he charges the bed and tackles his wife.  She
giggles as he tickles her sensitive spots.  Minutes later he had her bent
over fucking her from behind.  His wife was in Heaven.

   Luckily, her cell went dead beneath her pillow.  Sahseej would not see
another caller.

   Four viewers nutted over the course of ten minutes.  Molly in her final
throes shreds the wallpaper.  Her parents halting to listen.

   "Let us give her a dose of her own medicine." Sahseej whispers.

   "FUCK ME ERIC!" Sahseej leaned over and bit his wife's neck.  She died
laughing.  She would have a hicky in the morning.

   Next door Eric Champion dropped the mic.

   As they watched the couple going at it they notice Molly get up from her
bed having hung up with Caleb.  Hearing her parents destructive sex she
grew curious and tiptoed to their door.  Unlike her Father to leave it open
she discovered it ajar.  As he had earlier she peered inside and found a
fingernail between her teeth.  She had never thought of watching her
parents make love.  Nor had she ever seen her Father naked.  He was quite
muscular.  She found herself staring at his every ripple.  Touching herself
she trembled.  What was she doing?  Wild-eyed she shuffled back to her
bedroom, switching the lights off and leaping into a wet set of sheets. 
Regardless she covered up her head.

   For two hours straight Eric was a lucky man.  Molly didn't understand.
Who was Eric?

   At 10:00 PM Eric Champion greeted Olga Svenson at his door.  The woman
was an easy Pamela Anderson.  She was naked in his opened front threshold,
leaving her uniform and undies outside.  Leaping into his arms he carried
the blond bombshell to his bed, offering Claude the show of his life,
massive 40D's of playful silicone titties bouncing as she rode Eric.  Her
seductive moans forcing portly Claude to rub one off.  Realizing her
clothes were in the hall, he snuck out and sniffed Olga's panties, jerking
his beast and cumming in them right there in the hall.  He left them there
wet, sick bastard that he was.  Claude Romero was a piece of work.

   Heading back into his condo he finalizes his night watching the redhead
in 3C eating a cup of pudding on her sofa naked, watching of all
things...True Blood.  That fucking Eric.  The guy got around.

   Shutting everything off Romero sat back firing up a cigarette.  In
silence he hears Marjorie Indrabooty through his walls screaming a final
time.

   "Yeah!  Yeah!  Fuck me Eric." He grumbles blowing smoke with the
cigarette dangling from his lips.  Not this time.  This round she changed
her partner.  Her husband got the credit.

   "Now that's love."

   He knew when to butt out.

   Molly tossed and turned all night long, blaming the bed bugs that made
her shudder.  Images of her naked Father troubling her the bugs of her
nightmare.  In the peacefulness of early morning she heard her parents
snoring, and beat up her pillow.  Deciding her fate, she spreads her legs
for another workout.  Discovering herself really dry she pouts, when
something suddenly dawned on the Hindi goddess.

   She realized that aloe made for a good lubricant.  Ten minutes of silent
fulfillment she cooed.

   "Night Poppah."

   Like a baby she was out.










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