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Trailer Surprise - 27
by ZWolfen (zwolfen@gmail.net)
***
A retired but yet "handy" man spends some time in a
trailer park in Florida during the summer. He soon
learns that males are at a premium, at least human
ones, and is awakened to sexual aspects he's only read
about. Moving to a ranch, he experiences a lot of kinky
and twisted behavior with his new "family". (M/fffff-
teens, Exhb, ped, inc, bi, bd,oral, anal, beast, ws)
***
Author note: I wasn't sure where this was going when I
started it and it's sort of developed a life of it's
own. I apologize for some errors keeping the names
straight. My writing schedule isn't exactly disciplined
and even I lose track sometimes. This has some "stand-
alone" qualities but the other parts will give you the
"program" as to all the players. All the parts will end
up in ARCHIVE 55. Hope y'all enjoy. I've added an e-
mail for me if you have questions or requests.
Like my protaganist, Frank- I needed a break from the
"Ranch" and the "story" v... I will pick it up at a
later date and give it an ending... Frank is going on a
"ROAD TRIP". Thanks to all who are staying with
TRAILER.
***
PART 27: ROAD TRIP
"Getting away from the ranch might be the best thing
for me." I wondered about that as I headed the Norton
down the Gulf Coast of Fla. I had tried the trip once
already, going down the Atlantic Coast and it didn't
turn out quite the way I planned. Maybe a different
water vista. One thing hadn't changed. Angie was
plastered to my back.
The ranch was essentially in the center of the state. I
had the option- west coast or east coast. Ange and I
left at six a.m. The only one to see us off was Marta,
the house manager and best cook in the world. She gave
us a small food pack and kissed us both. I would miss
her cooking. Ange was attired in a modest outfit by her
standards. But it was protective. She had on a pair of
jeans that seemed to have come from a spray can. Her
leather jacket was lined but lightweight as was mine.
The boots were as close as she got to her old self,
they did have spiked heels and were rolled just below
the knee. She still had the aura of a "Biker Bitch".
Ange handed me a slip of paper before we mounted up.
"Mom made a couple of phone calls. Don't blame me! I
still don't know where we're going." I looked at the
paper. It had three names, cities and phone numbers.
St. Pete Beach, Naples and Key West. Somehow she
guessed correctly that I was headed to the Keys and
taking the Gulf route. Woman was a witch. Maybe that's
where Abs got her sixth sense. I had planned to make
the ride leisurely and stay the first night in St. Pete
anyway so I rode the extra few miles and hit the Beach.
The Don was a luxury hotel on the beach. It was
tropical-typical in it's coral pink exterior and
hacienda-like architecture. The valet looked at me and
I told him I'd park the bike. Ange went in to get us a
room. It turned out to be a suite overlooking the beach
and the Gulf of Mexico. "We needed a suite? We're only
gonna be here for a night."
"I told them that but they said it had all been taken
care of. I wasn't about to argue. Maybe you should call
that number mom gave you. Maybe it's related." Ange had
a gleam in her eye. I hated being predictable. I got an
outside line and entered the number. A woman answered.
I introduced myself and before I could go on she
interrupted.
"FRANK! So happy you called. Did you get checked into
the Don OK? Is the room satisfactory? Mel told me to
make sure you were taken care of." Woman wasn't shy
about talking to a stranger.
"Every thing's great but you needn't have bothered.
It's only the one night."
"Mel said you'd say that. I've been a member of her
site for a couple of years. If it's convenient, we'd
like to join you and Angie for dinner. Our treat." I
had no idea who she meant by "we" or "our".
"How about you just join us in our suite? It has a
great balcony and we can have the food sent up."
"That'll be really cool. How about seven?"
"That's fine. It's suite 504. See you at seven." I hung
up and glared at Angie as she was peeling off her
spray-on jeans.
"Don't glare at me! All I did was hand you the paper.
Was that Sarah?" That was the name on the paper.
"I guess. She didn't say. She said something about
'we', is she married?" I had no idea how Angie knew
about this woman. I thought the web members were
usually pretty anonymous.
"I think she's divorced. Mom's met her, I haven't. It
was one of mom's topless road trips." Mel had a
fixation with driving her classic 'Vette roadster
around with both her and the car's tops down. Ange
wasn't shy about riding around topless either. At
night, they'd usually be naked, not just topless.
I checked the courtesy bar and found miniatures only. A
call down to room service got me a bottle of Grey
Goose, tonic and a plate of finger food with some
decent bar glasses. Ange, now naked, grabbed the ice
bucket and went out in search of the machine. That
wasn't odd for her. Had she worn a robe or even a
towel, THAT would have been odd! I got out of my gear
and hung Ange's and mine out on the balcony to air and
dry. It would still be salty from our perspiration but
at least it wouldn't be musty. What the hell...we were
ersatz bikers.
Ange got back with the ice and we decided to shower
while we waited for room service. It was pleasant
showering with the statuesque, nineteen year-old
without sex being the motive. We washed each other and
gave each other back-reddening scrubs. The hotel had
thick, terry bath sheets instead of the damn, small
towels you find at the "Y".
I was finishing drying when the boor buzzer rang and
Ange, wearing just a towel around her wet hair, went to
answer it. I had a towel around my waist as I walked
into the sitting room to see a fidgety, Latino bell hop
staring at Ange's naked bounty. I was half-tempted to
suggest she suck him off for the tip but opted not to.
She signed the tab and made sure the kid got a good
look at her smooth pussy and large, firm tits. He left
with an obvious erection.
I fixed us generous V&T's and we went out to the
balcony with the tray of decent finger food. It was
jumbo shrimp (the all-famous oxymoron), fresh oysters
and assorted crackers and sauces. I had them triple the
oyster order as I can eat two dozen without blinking. I
thought Ange might like one or two. The night was
cooler than at the ranch with the breeze blowing in off
the gulf. Ange was in her familiar pose, slightly
slouched and legs spread.
"Here's to a little peace and quiet, babygirl." We
clinked glasses and Ange kind of giggled. "OK..what's
the joke?"
"Me. 'Babygirl'? That's the monkeys. I'm a little
beyond the 'babygirl' stage." She chuckled again.
"Unless you all of a sudden start aging in dog years,
you'll always be babygirl. OK?" I looked at her with
all seriousness.
"OK..OK...sheesh. I'm flattered. So now that we're away
from the ranch, are you going to tell me where the hell
we're headed and for how long?" She put one leg over
the arm of her chair to further display her pussy.
"You and your slut-witch mother seem to already know.
We're headed down to the Keys. I have a couple of
friends down there with a beach front house and we'll
spend a few days there. I plan on being back for the
'event', whatever it turns out to be- I promised Abs."
"You really love Abs. Mom and I have noticed. So has
Misty."
"I love all of you. I mean it. But Abs has something
special about her. I've never met such a mature 12 yr
old. She is a sex maniac but she's also smart as a
whip." Ange laughed.
"I know. She's always been that way. She was the
leader. Annie followed her every step of the way but
Abs always was first. She took one of those nonsense
I.Q. tests when she was like 10. She scored over 160.
You don't need to be antsy. Mom and I both are ecstatic
that you are giving her stuff to do. Abs needs
challenges for her brain, not just her sexy little
bod." We had clinked glasses in a silent toast to Abs
when the door buzzed. "Sit. I'll get it." Ange had shed
her hair towel and her long, blond hair was now sort of
curly and almost frizzy. She looked like a true "wild
child". Still naked, she went to answer the door.
I heard giggles, squeals and laughter. It all sounded
female in origin. The source was soon apparent as a
red-headed woman, about 35 or so and two youngish girls
came out onto the balcony with naked Ange in tow. I
stood out of gentlemanly habit, ignoring my own nudity.
It was my suite, after all. "Frank, this is Barb and
her two daughters, Sandy and Mandy." It wasn't until
she said the names that I noticed the girls appeared to
be twins- Not as identical as Abs and Annie but
definitely twins. I shook the offered hands and didn't
let the idle stares at my cock disturb me.
"It's great to meet you, Frank. Mel has told me a lot
about you and I'm really kind of jealous. If y'all
don't mind, we'll join you." Without waiting for an
answer, Barbara and her girls shed their minimal
clothing and were naked. Barb had full, long-nippled
tits and a semi-flat belly with a nice ass and slim
legs. Her pussy was haven. The girls had boobs that
were just beginning to bloom and light tufts of reddish
hair on their pussies. All of them had the palish skin
tone of most redheads with a lot of freckles. I was
informed the twin girls weren't completely identical
and they were ten. "It feels so much better being
naked. The girls and I are almost always naked around
the house." That had a familiar ring to it. "I guess I
should let you in on Mel's secret. I've been a member
of her site for just over a year. She called me and
said you and Ange might be headed this way and to make
sure you were taken care of." Mel just had to "get
involved." "The girls and I always watch Mel's web
shows and we usually finger each other while we enjoy
all the kinkiness. I broke their hymens while watching
one of Mel's shows. No need to worry. You can fuck any
of us or we'll suck you off and swallow your cum. The
girls don't get enough protein."
Barb had a chuckle at that and the girls giggled. "I
sometimes let them bring girlfriends home for sleep-
overs and a few of them like playing with us. I've
actually done a few shows for them. We have a male Lab
and I do doggie sex like Mel and Ange. The girls like
seeing the dog fuck me or watch me suck him off. I was
terrified when I first tried it but watching Mel helped
me get over the jitters. Now I fuck or suck Bosco
almost everyday, sometimes more." Barb sorta blushed
all over but then most red heads do.
I figured Bosco was the lab... probably a Chocolate lab
which aren't among my favorite breeds. She answered the
question I was thinking without me asking. "The girls
don't fuck him yet but they love sucking him off and
sharing his doggie juices. They even got a few of their
little friends to do him." Barb had apparently gotten
over any shyness. Her girls were seated with their legs
spread and idly rubbing their little pussies as they
listened to their mom explain how kinky they were.
My cock was also responding to the audio-visual
stimulation and was beginning to harden. "Tell you
what, Barb, let the girls suck off Frank and you and I
will order up our dinner." Ange wasn't wasting any
time.
"That'll be great, Ange. The girls have been waiting to
suck his cock since Mel said you might be visiting. Go
ahead girls, show Frank what good little sluts you
are." Motherly encouragement. The girls moved off their
chairs and knelt between my legs. They proceeded to
lick and suck my cock until I was completely hard and
then they did an admirable job of taking me in their
tight, little throats. Ange and Barb watched for a few
minutes and then went inside to call room service. The
girls were good.
I lasted about ten minutes and then spurted my cum into
their mouths as they tongued and licked my cock. They
sucked and licked my cock and balls clean and then
began kissing each other, sharing the last drops. I
thanked them and they giggled and began fingering each
other as I went inside. Ange was leaning back against
the headboard of the bed with Barb between her legs,
licking her cunt. Ange was still on the phone ordering
dinner.
"You want mousse for dessert? We need to let them
know." She had the phone to her ear and I shook my
head. I thought we had enough dessert already here.
Ange hung up the phone and just looked at me as Barb
continued eating her cunt dish. It didn't take long for
Ange to begin to moan and her body spasm as she flooded
Barb's mouth with her cunt cum sauce.
I knew from experience there was a lot of it. Barb
licked Ange's pussy clean. She rolled over and lay on
her back with her legs spread. "Did my girls do a good
job, Frank?" I gave her a thumbs up. "I hope you'll
fuck us all before you and Ange hit the road. You can
fuck our asses if you want." She began rubbing her cunt
and pulling at her already long nipples. I told her I
would do my best to accommodate them. Then I motioned
Ange to the bedroom. She followed me.
"What the hell is this all about? I thought we were
going to take a respite and relax?"
"Now, Now. It's kind of a favor for Mom. Barb has been
a loyal subscriber and sent mom a whole lot of pictures
and tapes of her antics with her kids. Mom thought it
would be good PR for us to meet her."
"PR? I'm not a consumer product. I want to be out of
here before checkout time tomorrow. As for the other
stops, better call ahead. We're riding straight through
to the Keys." I was a little ticked.
"You're mad. I'm sorry. We should've asked. Mom thought
it would be a surprise and fun after the ride." I
softened and kissed her.
"It's OK. But we're out of here tomorrow." Ange agreed
and we went back to the sitting room. Barb had four
fingers in her cunt and was trying to add her thumb.
The girls had joined her and were each sucking on her
long, hard nipples as they fingered their own pussies.
I wondered why Ange and I even had to be there. I fixed
us another drink and we watched the mother/daughter sex
antics. The girls moved their little hands to their
mom's cunt and Barb lifted her legs slightly and the
twins began to push one hand each into their mom's
sopping sex hole. They managed it with little effort.
As they fisted their mom, they used their other hand to
finger their own pussies. Ange went over to the bed and
spread the cheeks of one of the little girls. She spit
on the assbud and then slowly inserted two of her
fingers into the tiny opening. The other twin moved her
ass toward Ange and arched her back to lift her taut,
pre-teen ass. Ange started licking at the offering and
my cock stirred again. I walked over and Ange moved
Mandy and spread her ass cheeks. Then she took my hard
cock and rubbed the head over the little girls asshole.
Mandy moaned a little and pushed back, taking the head
of my cock passed her ass ring. I let her do things at
her own pace and she slowly moved further back until I
was all the way in her very tight asshole. She was
still fisting her mom as Barb watched me slowly fuck
her daughter in the ass. I could see pussy cream
running out over Mandy's wrist.
Ange then moved Sandy over next to her sister. Like
Mandy, she spread her cheeks and lubed her asshole with
her spit. She looked up at me and smiled. I slowly
pulled from Mandy's ass and moved to Sandy. She did as
her sister had done and pushed back on my cock until I
was deep in her back hole. Ange busied herself tonguing
Mandy's still-gaping hole as I fucked Sandy's asshole.
It then became switch and fuck. I'd do a few strokes in
one and switch to the other. Ange would tongue the
vacant hole.
Managing to still keep her daughters' fists in her
cunt, Barb slowly turned around on the bed and put her
head between her daughters' legs. She held her mouth
open with her tongue out. I took the hint and as I
pulled from Sandy's ass, I placed the head of my cock
on Barb's tongue. Ange started stroking my shaft and I
shot four good spurts into Barb's mouth. Then the twins
moved to suck me clean and dip their own tongues into
the cum pool in their mom's mouth. It was nice to see
family sharing.
We managed to finish up just as the dinner arrived. We
left the twins in the bedroom. No need for idle chatter
among the staff about naked pre-teens. Barb and Ange
made no effort to hide their own nudity as the two
bell-hops set up the lavish dinner out on the balcony.
I don't think the guys even noticed me.
The food was good- Not Marta's quality but decent. It
probably wasn't anywhere near worth what it cost but
That's Entertainment. The sun was dipping into the
waters of the Gulf when Ange and Barb pushed the
service carts out into the hall. I looked at Ange and
she knew what I was going to do. I made excuses to Barb
and told her we were getting an early start tomorrow.
She looked a little disappointed and as did the girls
but I was firm. I wanted a cool shower and sleep.
Tomorrow wouldn't be an easy ride- it was a haul to the
Keys. I fell asleep with Ange nestled in my arms.
***
I had left a wake-up call for 5 AM and while Ange was
still dozing, I ordered breakfasts to be sent up and
went down to the lobby. My conscience was eating me so
I had the desk clerk credit Barb's VISA card for the
suite and charges and paid him in cash. I felt better
as I went back to the room and joined Ange for
breakfast. By seven o'clock, while it was still sort of
cool, we were headed south across the new Skyway
Bridge. I figured we could be in Key West before
sundown without having to rush. Riding a bike, when you
haven't for awhile, can awaken muscles you didn't know
you had and stopping every hour or so was necessary to
stretch our legs.
I figured we were about an hour out when I stopped and
called Marty on my cell. He confirmed my locale and
gave me explicit directions to his place. The roads had
changed some since my last visit and since I sucked at
remembering addresses and street names, he made sure I
had landmarks to follow. Marty and Bethany had bought
an older house on the water about twenty years ago.
They spent a few years renovating and remodeling and
when the neighboring houses came on the market, they
bought those as well so they had just over 120 feet of
waterfront. One of the houses was a very small winter
home so I had turned it into a very nice boat house. It
had tracks running across the beach and out into the
Gulf so the boat could be launched from it's custom-
made cradle. Marty and Beth had made a LOT of money
back during the "Techno-Day-Trading" boom. Unlike most,
they had gotten out of it before the bubble burst.
The directions led me right to their modest, front gate
and I buzzed. The gate opened and I followed the short
drive to the house. Marty and Bethany were waiting for
us. Marty was two years older than me and in better
shape. Bethany was ten years his junior and her body
was every bit as toned and hard as Kat or Misty. She
was a couple inches shorter than Angie's 5' 10" but
they were similar in body-type...voluptuous. "Frank!
How great to see you! Get off that iron horse and give
me a hug."
I barely had shed my helmet before Beth was pushing her
firm tits into my chest. I made the introductions and
Beth hugged Angie warmly. We got our minimal gear off
the bike and were led into the spacious, open house.
The view was as I had remembered, almost 180 degrees
over-looking the blue waters of the Gulf. We stowed out
stuff in the guest bedroom and peeled off our clothes.
Ange put on a pair of shorts that were almost as brief
as a thong. She had a bikini bra that almost, but not
quite, covered just her hard nipples. "Is this going to
be OK? I don't want to shock or offend your friends but
it's all I brought."
"You look fine, babygirl. Marty and Bethany are cool
about nudity. Maybe you could restrain yourself from
playing with your pussy and tits, at least until we
settle in a bit." Ange swatted me and slipped on a pair
of flip-flops. I had on shorts and a T-shirt and we
walked out to the large patio. I joined Marty at the
wet-bar and Angie went and sat with Beth. Bethany had
changed into a bikini that wasn't much more than
strings and small patches of cloth. Her tan was all-
over and her boobs were almost as large as Angie's but
not quite as firm. I always had to remind myself that
Angie was still only nineteen. Marty handed me a V&T
and took two over to the gals. He left the girls to
chick-chat and we sat at the bar.
"Damn, Frank. Whatever the hell you're up to sure
agrees with you. You look great. So let's have the
high-lites." I paused and took a drink. I didn't think
Marty was quite ready for it all so I gave him an
edited version, leaving out the critter antics and a
lot about the monkeys. "So are you and Angie an item?
You going to finally settle down?"
"Not exactly. Mel and Angie and the girls are like
family and the ranch has a lot to offer. Let's just say
I'm slowing down and not going to be as much of a gypsy
as in the past. Del and Misty have made a home for me
and I'm going to see how it all goes."
"Good for you. You need some roots. Look, I know you
two have been on the road all day but since we weren't
quite sure when you'd arrive, we didn't fix any dinner.
Let's go out and eat." I explained that we had very
little in attire and that I had planned on going
shopping the next day for some clothes. "Hey, bro, it's
The Keys. You look fine. Beth can come up with
something a little less... revealing for Angie. She has
a killer body, by the way." If he only knew.
We finished our drinks and Beth outfitted Angie with a
white, cotton dress that buttoned up the front. It
wasn't blatant but a close look would show that she
wasn't wearing anything underneath. She had the bottom
four buttons undone to show off her long legs and the
top three buttons undone to emphasize her ample
cleavage. Marty had a classic Fiat Beach Car...wicker
seats, canvas top, perfect for Key West.
He took us to a small restaurant off the beaten track
and we were welcomed by the owner and given patio
seats. Over dinner, the conversation quickly turned to
sexual matters and as Angie began to feel more at ease,
everything was brought out into the open. I didn't
expect Marty and Beth to be shocked or even judgmental
but I really didn't expect them to be so excited and
curious about it all. Ange handled all the questions
and her answers with dexterity and tact. But it all
came out, the monkeys, the critters, the parties and
lifestyle. All the kinkiness and twists and turns of
life on the Ranch. Marty and Bethany were both amazed
and aroused. It wasn't much of a step from there to
Angie saying that if Marty and or Bethany wanted, they
could both have her. They looked at me and I just
grinned.
We finished dinner and did the obligatory Key West
ritual of gathering to watch the sunset. The whole
place always comes to a halt to watch the sunsets. We
then went back to the house and sat on the patio. The
earlier conversation made it easy for us all to shed
our clothes and go natural. I knew Marty and Beth
always sunned nude but this was a first as far as I
knew. Ange didn't exactly revert to her normal postures
so she wasn't slouched with her legs spread. Her pussy
was still on display as was Beth's. We made tentative
plans for our stay and going shopping tomorrow was
first on the list for the girls.
That night, when Ange and I were joined cock to cunt,
Ange asked me if I thought Marty and Bethany would like
to fuck her. I was honest and told her I figured Marty
wanted to, he was a man after all, but I had no clue as
to Beth's sexual proclivities. Playing it by ear was
agreed to as I shot my cum into Angie's pussy. She
flooded my cock with her own cum and then sucked me
clean and drank my pee. Some things don't change. We
fell asleep to the sound of the small waves lapping at
the sandy beach.
The next day, the girls had left early for shopping,
lunch and shopping. I hoped Ange didn't get too carried
away with buying stuff as we'd have to mail it back to
the ranch. "C'mon over to the boathouse. I wanna show
you my new toy." Marty had always been a boat guy. As
soon as I had finished re-doing the boat stuff in the
old house, he had bought a twenty-eight foot Donzi
powerboat. It was a high-performance, off-shore type,
good for about seventy miles an hour. I liked boats but
was never tempted to actually get one. I still
subscribed to the old adage that a boat was just a hole
in the water to dump money. I wasn't prepared for
Marty's "new toy".
"Shit, Marty! This thing is a monster!" He laughed and
gave me the particulars. It was 52 feet with dual,
turbo-boosted V-8 Marine engines. About 1100
horsepower. It had been a drug boat, captured on a run
by the Coast Guard and Marty had bought it at auction
in Miami. It had been totally over-hauled and was in
like-new condition. The huge, deep-vee hull, filled the
boathouse. The paint job was a bit "esoteric" and must
have cost a bunch. It was essentially a stylistic
Indian Head profile facing forward at the bow with
long, trailing, black hair to the stern. It reminded me
of the Florida State Seminoles mascot. I looked at the
stern. The boat's name was WAVE WARRIOR... not exactly
subtle.
We climbed on board and it was plush. Heavily padded
seating, a cockpit that looked like a jet plane and the
bow cabin was roomy albeit with limited headroom. It
was super-fast comfort. All the interior had been added
after he bought it as it had been just a bare hull to
allow for more cargo- in the one case, when it had been
nailed by the Coast Guard, bales of marijuana. Back in
the late seventies and early eighties, it wasn't all
that unusual for bales of grass to begin washing up on
the beach as drug runners tossed it over the side
before being over-hauled by a Coast Guard boat. The
locals usually just shared it rather than turning it
over to the DEA. They had plenty of their own.
"There's a cove party tomorrow. Unless you get seasick,
we should go. They're a lot of fun and I think Ange
would love it." He went on to explain it was sort of an
impromptu gathering of boat owners that would meet and
moor in one of the many coves in the Keys and just
party. I got the idea. I knew Ange would want to go so
it was decided. We got back to the main house just as
the gals got home with shopping bags. I hoped it wasn't
all for Ange.
Beth had bought fresh seafood and greens and dinner was
excellent. It wasn't long after we finished and Ange
was all pumped about going 'boating' tomorrow when Beth
came over and sat her naked butt on my lap. "What say,
big guy? Wanna fool around?" She pushed her generous
boobs into my chest. I could feel her nipples harden.
Ange was doing likewise with Marty. The girls must have
had a chick chat on their shopping safari. Not one to
be stubborn, I began to lick and suck on Beth's hard
tit tips.
She was moaning in minutes and then she took my hand
and put it between her spread legs. Her pussy was
soaked and I stuffed three fingers into her and rubbed
her protruding clit with my thumb. I felt her pussy
oozing more juices and then she had a mini-orgasm on my
fingers. We got up to go into the bedroom and left Ange
sucking on Marty's cock. I hoped he had been taking his
vitamins.
Beth spread herself on the bed and held open her cunt
with her fingers. I accepted the invitation and licked
her to another climax. She took my cock in her mouth
and sucked it long and slow. Looking up at me, she
paused. "Would you fuck my ass, Frank? Angie said you
were good at it and I've never had a cock in my ass." I
wanted to be a good guest so I told her to get some
lube. Beth's ass wasn't as taut as Ange's but it was
firm. I licked her hole and drizzled some of the oil on
her bud. Using one finger, I eased into her as she
moaned. I added a second and could feel her ass-ring
relax.
My cock was still wet from her sucking but I added oil
and slowly pushed into her butt. She pushed back and I
was buried. "Oh my God, Frank! That feels fantastic!
Slap my ass, baby!" I obliged, starting easy but
getting harder as she groaned and begged, "Harder,
Baby. Harder. Slap that ass!" Her cheeks were soon red
as she fucked her asshole on my hard cock. "Tell me
when you're going to cum, baby. I want you to shoot in
my mouth. I wanna taste my ass juices and your cum."
I guessed Angie had been pretty detailed with her
descriptions. I lasted about ten minutes in Beth's
constricting asshole. She spun around and took my cock
in her mouth. I shot spurt after spurt into her gulping
throat as she licked at my balls and with lusty care,
she licked and sucked me clean. "Yum YUM! Ange was
right. You taste scrumptious. She's going to have Marty
fuck her ass. I want him to learn how after this. Wait
a sec..." she got up and went into the bathroom,
returning with a large water glass.
I knew where this was going. "Be patient with me, baby.
I'm new at this but will you pee in the glass for me?
Ange told me she drinks your piss and you drink the
monkeys' pee." She took my cock and held the glass
tilted. I relaxed and began to piss. Beth had her mouth
close enough to take quick laps at my stream, smacking
her lips like it was white wine.
I almost filled the glass and she sucked me clean and
tongued my pisshole. She was a fast learner. Then she
dipped her tongue into the glass before drinking it all
down. "Oh God. That's so wicked and wonderful! I want
to drink it right from your cock next time!" I wondered
if Angie was also introducing Marty to water sports?
It didn't take Beth long to suck me hard as she
fingered her cunt and ass. With Bambi eyes, she looked
at me as I shot my second cumload into her mouth. She
swished it around in her mouth, gargled it and then
swallowed. I moved over between her legs and returned
the favor, tonguing and sucking her clit until she
filled my mouth with her own pussy cum. "Go ahead,
slut. Piss." I took a chance with the slut remark. It
worked. Beth moaned and began pissing into my mouth as
I swallowed it all down. Her piss wasn't as sweet as
the monkeys but it was quenching.
We nestled together with Beth idly playing with my cock
as I twisted and pulled at her nipples. "I so want to
come and visit you guys at the ranch. I want to do it
all, Frank. I want to fuck and suck animals and be
covered in cum. I want my ass and cunt to be stuffed
with cocks and to be used like a fuck toy." I figured
I'd better check with Marty before I told her that next
week, she could have all that and a whole lot more. We
fell asleep with her still holding my cock and rubbing
her cunt on my thigh.
The next morning, after fresh fruit, lox, bagels and
cream cheese with fresh-ground coffee, the girls were
in the house getting ready to go "boating". Marty and I
were in the boat house loading ice and making sure
fluid levels were topped up. The four fuel cells held
400 gals of hi-test. I wouldn't want that fill-up on my
gas card. Marty said he could go to Cuba and back if I
wanted cigars. Cigars and a Coast Guard chase. This
boat was like a Ferrari for the water... it screamed,
"I'm speeding!" even while still on the dolly.
"So how did you and Angie get along?" The question was
rhetorical in my mind.
"I can't believe you're still alive. That woman or girl
or whatever can drain a guy of EVERYTHING!" I knew the
feeling. "How was Beth? She's been a little antsy of
late. I'm beginning to think The Keys are a little too
tame for her....especially in the summer. She's hinted
around about expanding our sexual horizons. Last night
was the first time we ever actually swapped partners."
I decided "tact" was in order.
"She has appetites. My guess is that she wants to
experiment and talking to Angie may have kicked her
experimentation urges into overdrive." Marty looked at
me and grinned. "I have a suggestion but if you think
for even a milli-second that you might get jealous or
shocked or possessive, it's not what you want to do."
Marty looked at me with a neutral expression.
"I appreciate your concerns, Frank. I can safely say
that I have no problems what-so-ever with Beth
exploring her sexuality. After last night, I can't
imagine anything would shock me and if she wants it,
let her go ahead." I wondered.
"Go ahead with what?" The gals entered the boat house.
Angie had bought a new bikini. At least it was similar.
It was actually string and minuscule pieces of cloth.
Her pussy lips were in the open and it wasn't hard to
see that her cunt was shaved and her nipples were big.
The suit wasn't even wet, yet. My guess it would be
transparent when it was wet. She'd look less sexy
naked. Beth's was similar though not quite as
revealing.
"We'll talk later. Nice outfits. Why bother?" I grinned
and the girls posed.
"Modesty, young man. We wouldn't want to seem too easy
and just go naked." I just rolled my eyes and we all
loaded up the provisions. Essentially snack food,
liquor and beer and a bunch of cold chicken and potato
salad- Party Cove staples as Marty called it.
Launching the big power boat wasn't difficult. It was
all done with remote controls, much like a garage door.
We all boarded and Marty began pushing buttons. The
double-doors of the boathouse opened and the cradle
began easing down the tracks into the blue-green water.
Once it was free-floating, he pushed more buttons and
the cradle returned up the tracks and the doors closed.
It was a classy set-up, all done with aircraft quality
stainless cables and winches as Marty told me. I had
installed a similar set-up for his old and much smaller
Donzi. He just took my design and installation and
beefed it up to handle the extra weight and length.
He switched on the blowers to eliminate any gas fumes
and fired up the engines. To say they roared to life
would be understating it. The rumble and noise made it
clear there was a shitload of horsepower in the engine
bay. He idled out to deep water and hit the accelerator
levers. The huge boat literally launched forward. In
seconds, the knot meter said we were doing 100
KPH...about 75 mph. Boats were like motorcycles in that
it always seemed you were going a lot faster than you
really were. Marty adjusted the trim tabs and the
monster craft planned out and was riding smoothly over
the maybe three foot swells.
Talking was more like shouting back and forth so I just
sat and watched him operate the various controls. The
gals were in the back "lounging". It took about twenty
minutes at 75 miles and hour to get where we were
going. We could see the squadron of power boats moored
inside a fairly spacious cove of an island that had
maybe a dozen palm trees on it. Marty throttled back
the WARRIOR and we idled in. If he had roared in and
throttled back, his backwash would have beached almost
every boat in the cove
As he idled toward the pack of power craft, it sort of
parted as people waved and yelled greetings. The girls
were on the bow, getting their share of whistles and
lewd invitations. Beth had Angie help her put the
mooring buffers over the side to keep other boats from
rubbing against the paint. In ten minutes, we were
almost surrounded and had other boats tied to ours.
Sort of a raft of high-priced boat technology, though
none nearly as big as the WAVE WARRIOR.
The party-goers were closer to Ange's age than mine.
There was a huge number of bikini-clad, water rats as
Marty called all the youngish girls. Most were already
topless and it didn't take long for Ange and Beth to
join them. The girls set out beverages and snacks and
we settled into the back cockpit area to observe the
festivities. Music was loud and beer was the beverage
of choice. It was sort of a floating frat party. Within
thirty minutes, the WARRIOR was covered with topless
water rats.
It was the biggest boat and had the most topside deck
space so it was logical and at least the rats brought
their own beverages and towels. Beth and Ange were
getting the most male attention. They were more amused
than aroused by the guys and the attempts to curry
favor with the bustiest and best looking babes as they
were now being called. It occurred to me that Ange
could take on every guy there and still be ready for
more but she was behaving herself.
It was Beth that decided they should go lie on the
sandy, island beach so with towels in hand and a small
cooler, they walked across the various boat decks,
getting plenty of helping hands along with a few
exploratory gropes. They only had to wade in the last
ten feet or so. Spreading out their towels, they
stripped off the little cloth pieces and lay naked. I
kept an eye on them for awhile even though I knew Ange
could disable or maim any guy there. They seemed to
have opened the door as it didn't take long before most
of the water rats were also stripped naked.
Marty and I were joined in the aft cockpit with half-a-
dozen of the naked water rats. It was all "oohs and
ahhhs and what a nice boat and you must be rich and how
fast will it go". The level of conversation wasn't even
up to the monkeys' standards and these gals were in
their late teens and early twenties. I was getting a
little bored and was about to go ashore when an older
woman made her way aboard the WARRIOR. I say older in
that she was about my age but still in great shape. Her
tan was all-over and it was obvious she'd had it for a
long time. She introduced herself as Kathy and two of
the rats aboard were her daughters and she had a son
somewhere in the mix of beer- drinking boys trying to
act cool.
The daughters were two of the more well-built of the
rats... Margaret and Marsha. Kathy still had her bikini
bottoms on but was topless. Her boobs had been
"augmented" but it was a decent job... not the
grapefruit shape and hardness of most boob jobs. Marty
fixed her a drink and she sat with us. Close-up, her
skin had a leathery quality from too many hours in the
sun but was still taut. She made no bones about her age
and said she was 53 and her kids were visiting from up
north- summer break from college. One of her sons'
friends had borrowed his Dad's boat and it was how they
got here. I wondered how many of the other boats were
"Dads' boats"...my guess was most of them.
She remarked about Beth and Angie and how gorgeous they
were and that they were causing quite a stir among the
over-stimulated guys. The idle chatter went on and I
was growing weary again. I gave Marty a wink and fixed
another small cooler and made my way ashore. I got
helping hands but no gropes. Beth and Ange were chick-
chatting as I sat down on the hot sand. "I feel like
everybody's old uncle. I guess you have to be young to
understand the objectives of all this." That got me
chuckles from the girls.
"Now, now. It's just kids having fun. You were a kid
once." Ange leaned over and gave me a smooch.
"I guess but there has to be a couple three million
bucks worth of watercraft out there and it's just a
raft for babes, boobs and booties. Seems like a waste."
"Think of it as The Keys' version of your generations'
old drive-ins. Instead of hot rods it's hot boats. You
have to admit, the visual aids are better than your old
drive-ins." Ange had a point. I lay back on my towel
and closed my eyes, trying to block out the loud music.
I must have actually dozed off as I was suddenly aware
of damp, soft flesh sitting on my thighs. I opened my
eyes and raising my head, was greeted by a naked,
nubile, dark-tanned girl sitting on my legs.
"Hi. I'm Charlie. Ange said I could talk to you."
"You don't look like a Charlie. Talk about what?"
"It's short for Charlene. My girlfriends and I wanted
to know if you would like to party? We're getting kinda
tired of the drunks and bitches."
"I can sympathize about the drunks but 'bitches' is a
bit harsh, isn't it?"
"Nah. Not the way you think. Just those gals that try
and act coy and show off and don't do anything except
tease. We'd like to do something else." I sensed
mischief was afoot.
"I'm open to suggestions. But who are your
girlfriends?" Charlie looked over her shoulder out at
the "bootie boats".
"See that boat with the bright yellow hull?... Next to
the red one? Those four are my buds." I looked where
she was pointing and saw four more nymphs waving at us.
Ange offered her opinion.
"Cute gals. What did you have in mind?" I felt a cool
hand begin to slide up under the leg of my shorts.
"You have room on your boat. We'd like to join y'all
and play." The hand brushed against my stirring cock as
I felt Chuck squirm her smooth pussy on my thighs.
"What about your boyfriends? Aren't you here with guys
your own age?" I didn't need some young lions in a
drunken stupor trying to be macho.
"Nope. Just Benny. It's his Dad's boat and he asked us
along. His girlfriend couldn't come."
"Well, Chuck, your offer sounds inviting but we may be
a little too old for the sort of play you're talking
about. At least me....Ange here is your age."
"Not at all. I think you're just right." I felt the
hand take a gentle grip on my hardening cock. "My pals
like older men." That was a bit of a gaff but I
understood. "We like girls, too, and Angie is the best
looking one here. Even the guys all think so."
"Thank you, Charlie. So what you're saying is that you
and your buds want to join us on the boat and have
sex?" Ange may have been the same age but she was
waaaay more mature and didn't have time for word games.
Charlie looked a little startled but quickly regained
her composure.
"Yes. Exactly. Anything you want. I guess maybe we're
kinda slutty in some ways but we have fun." I snorted a
chuckle as did Ange. This little nymphet had no idea
what "anything" meant as far as we were concerned. Ange
was in agreement.
"What about it, Beth? Think Marty wants the little sex
toys on board the WARRIOR?" Again Charlie looked
startled and she squeezed my cock and I felt her pussy
squirm again. It seemed to be from arousal.
"I'm sure he'd be fine with it. Let's go ask him." I
swatted Charlie's butt and we all got up, gathered up
the towels and coolers and began the boat-hopping back
to the WARRIOR. Charlie's buddies joined us on the way.
The raucous crowd noticed our migration as we made our
way to the aft deck of the boat. Marty was still seated
with Kathy who had removed her bikini bottoms and was
naked. Her cunt was smooth and she had a small rose
tattoo just above her slit. "Marty. This is Charlie and
her friends. They want to go below and play. You OK
with that?" Beth winked and stroked Charlie's firm ass.
Kathy looked a little miffed.
"I guess but we do have company." He looked at Kathy.
"Hey. The more the merrier if Kathy wants to join in.
How about your girls and your son?" Kathy softened as
she had now been invited.
"Sure. Marsha, go find Danny and join us." Kathy's
youngest grinned and went off to find her younger
brother. Our new crew went below deck. The huge, custom
bed in the bow, was soon decorated with naked girls and
gals. Marty and I stripped off our shorts and joined
the collection of flesh. Marsha and Danny soon came
below and the WAVE WARRIOR began to bob a little more
in the water.
Continued in part 28...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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