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In Search of the Final Freedom - 18
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
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The mom's and teen girls go to Miami Beach for a week
of nudity, sex, nudity and more sex. (mf-teens, youths,
exh, bi, 1st, oral, anal, orgy)
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Chapter EIGHTEEN
On August 3rd the lady's week out finally came.
They didn't pull out of the Campbell's drive until
10:00 and the drive to Miami Beach took over 10 hours
with the many "pit stops" and lunch and dinner. So it
was late when the packed rental van pulled up to the
front door of the house they had rented. They knew it
wasn't on the beach, but as it turned out it was only
about a ten minute walk to South Beach.
The house was an old, a not terribly well maintained,
two story. With no central air, several windows were
filled with air conditioners. It was clearly renovated
to be a party house. The first floor was mostly one big
room, with pillars where the walls had been taken out.
There were four stained couches with pull out beds, a
cheep dining room suit but a new big screen TV.
Upstairs were only two rooms; one rather Spartan room
with a double bed and one well decorated big room with
a king with a mirror above it.
The ad had specified newly redone bathrooms. And that
seemed to be the one brightest spot. In contrast to the
generally shabby appearance of the down stairs the
bathrooms were gleaming and brand new. The down stairs
bathroom was cheaply appointed but new. The purpose of
the double sized shower stall with two shower heads was
apparent to all. Similarly the large garden tub in the
much larger and better appointed upstairs bath appeared
to be part of the party nature of the house.
After the generally poor condition of the place was
apparent Trisha said emphatically "I am so sorry. It
didn't look like this on the net." And she flopped on
one of the couches. "What should we do?"
Bonne kept looked around, "I don't know there is
anything to do. I looked at the hotels around here. It
would cost more per night to put up the eight of us as
it is costing us for the whole week here."
"But it's so sleazy," Trisha moaned.
Mandy gave them a sly grin, "Wasn't that the point?"
They both laughed because she was right.
On the trip down Bonnie had laid down the law. "You are
never to go anywhere alone. NEVER! And three is better
than two. Even if that guy is super cute and hot you
don't go alone, and besides no guy would turn down a
second hot girl. Second always, always, always use a
condom. I know because you are all on the pill, in
spite of my advice, you don't always use one among your
little group, but these guys may fuck a dozen different
girls a week, you can't take that chance. Agreed?"
"Agreed," answered the three older girls firmly.
"Now Sarah and Katie, I'm not suggesting you do
anything with guys, but if you do the same rules
apply."
They both said "OK," Sarah with much more enthusiasm
than Katie. "And you two also" Bonnie said to Trisha
and Marcy "Both rules go for you too."
"Agreed," they said somewhat red faced.
While the adults were discussing the problems with the
house, the teenagers were delighted that it looked like
a party house.
"This place just screams, get laid here," Misty mused.
"Can you imagine how much fucking goes on at this
place?" Haley gushed as she pulled out her bag from the
van. "And I don't plan on ruining the tradition."
"I guess we'll sleep in these pull-outs down here,"
Caitlin said tossing her bag on a dresser.
"Yea, we'll leave the upstairs for the old folks,"
Sarah said as she led Katie to a sofa-bed at the far
side of the room.
The older teens looked at each other but Haley was the
spokesman, "We'd love to have you down here, but if
fucking makes you uncomfortable you might go upstairs."
"I don't think they'll mind," Misty said after seeing
the look of rejection on their faces "My mom say's
Sarah and Katie know full well what might happen.
Anyway with Trisha my mom and Sarah's mom upstairs,
there may be more messing around up their as down
here."
Sarah added, "If my mom has her way they'll be more."
The girls were still laughing when the three moms came
through the room with their bags. Bonnie had heard most
of what the girls had said so as she passed she said
"There will certainly be more upstairs, you can count
on it."
The girls began to howl with laughter having been
caught.
By the time they were unpacked it was nearly 11:00 PM.
A couple of the girls wanted to go out but that idea
was quickly quashed.
When Misty, Sarah and Haley opened up their laptops
they did find they did get a signal for their wi-fi, as
the brochure had promised.
While the girls downstairs talked and showered, the
three upstairs relaxed in the big garden tub for a good
long time before retiring, still naked into the big
king-sized bed. Though Bonnie was ready for a good time
with these two women, after just a brief period of
kissing and fondling they were all asleep.
The next day the sun rose early and hot. Bonnie was
awaked when the door burst open as six girls clad only
in bikini bottoms flooded into the room.
Misty's voice rose above the cacophony, "All right you
three, house rules are no close doors, just like at
home." And she ripped the sheet back to expose the
moms' nakedness.
"Sooo, what you guys been doing?" Haley asked.
Bonnie spooned up to Marcy, gripping one of her breasts
"Actually not as much as I'd hoped. We were just too
tired to mess around."
"Oh, soo sad," Sarah said in a stylized pout.
"But it's time to get up. Were ready to go," Misty
said. "See, we all have on our swim suits," as she
motioned to first their bottoms then to their non-
existent tops.
Sarah rejoined, "I wanted to go to Havisau Beach, but
they all were being prudes and wanted to go to South
Beach."
Caitlin reasoned "No, it's not we are being prudes, we
just want to go to SoBe today. You can be sure we will
spend several days at the nude beach. Besides we are
practically naked now." Then looking to Bonnie who was
slowly sitting up "Are you sure we can wear thong
bikini's down town?"
Bonnie, now pushing the other women off the bed said
"Yep, you sure can."
Caitlin got up and smiled. "Well, maybe walking around
town like this will be as good as being nude on the
beach"
"But you have to wear a top until we are on the beach"
Bonnie said as she walked out the door on her way to
the bathroom.
It still took them an hour to get hair and make-up
ready.
Parading down the side street they were a sight even by
Miami Beach Standards. At the head of the little parade
was Bonnie. Like all but Katie, she had a deep, all
over, tan from the many hours of sunning by her pool.
She wore her waist wrap over one of the thongs she
bought last year and matching tank top. Her long slim
figure belayed her forty plus years as did the so
noticeable bouncing boobs under the thin tank top.
Flanked on either side was Trisha, her curves more
mature looking but with her ample cleavage spilling out
from the tiny bikini top no less attractive than
Bonnie. The waist band of her silver thong rode much
higher than the low-rise shorts she wore. And on the
other side, Marcy put on a confidant face in her silk
turquoise sarong but inwardly she felt naked and
nervous with only a thong she'd barrowed from Bonnie
underneath.
Though she still regularly was hit on by guys a dozen
years her junior, she felt like the ugly duckling after
the house full of naked and almost naked people all
morning.
But she kept up a confident face.
Behind the grown women as they emerged from the side
street onto a main drag, cars bumper to bumper slowly
moving one lane in each direction were the three rising
senior girls. The three Euro Clubber's, only wore their
thong bikini's also put on a brave face to masks their
insecurity about wearing their matching thong bikini's.
Misty had been here before, but the others looked down
the street at the endless line of designer shops on the
sides of the broad side walk. Following the adults they
crossed that street and onto a busier side walk then to
the end of the road turned right paralleling the beach.
This side walk was totally filled with people. Misty,
Haley and Caitlin felt more exposed than they ever had
naked by the Campbell's pool.
If it had been any one of them alone they would have
pulled the towel from their tote bag and covered up,
but none would admit their discomfort. But after two
blocks of good looking guys straining to check them out
Haley's discomfort had faded, and by the time they
crossed the street and began encountering other teens
and women dressed as they, it was entirely gone from
all three.
The whole time the two sixteen year olds were following
the three exposed seventeen year old asses. Both had
opted to wear shorts over their swimsuit bottoms. Katie
wore the only regular bikini. Of the eight females only
Katie really was uncomfortable being exposed. She
simply thought her body was substandard, where as the
truth was her figure was, out of her normally frumpy
cloths turning heads even here at South Beach.
Fronting the street was a large park shaded by coconut
palms. The park was crisscrossed with concrete
sidewalks created a patchwork of grassy areas, most
with people sitting and talking. On the sidewalks
several teenage girls on rollerblades laughed and
talked. It was not the fact they were in tiny thong
bikini's that got Sarah and Katie's attention. It was
the fact they were allowed to blade on the sidewalks;
something expressly forbidden at home. At the edge of
the sand was a pubic shower. No walls, just a bank of
shower heads spraying down on those leaving the beach.
None of the group missed the fact that a deeply tanned
young woman, casually untied her top and let it flop
over on her stomach as she rinsed, then just as
casually retied it, put back on her sandaled and walked
toward them. Though it was true they all planned to sun
topless, but the casualness of it just shocked them.
Crossing the wide expanse of sand the girls and women
took in all the sights. Hundreds and hundreds of people
were as far as they could see in each direction. Great
looking guys, and sexy girls relaxing, playing and
flirting under the Miami sun. The big pastel panted
life guard stands as well as the size of the beach
itself was amazing to all even Bonnie and Misty (who
had not been to this area last year).
To this group, a trip to the beach meant the islands
off the cost of South Carolina or Georgia, narrow
beaches hemmed in by the trees and/or houses with
dozens not hundreds of people. Also new to them, was
that about a third of the girls who looked to be under
twenty five or so, were sunning topless and about the
same percentage wore thongs. Since that younger age
group made up over half the people on the beach it
meant a quite a few; however, it appeared more rare for
those same women to be up and around topless.
The older women quickly realized that they were a tiny
minority. There were a good number of mothers, none who
looked over thirty, with young children but even in
that group few wore thongs and fewer were topless.
Bonnie felt a pang of apprehension. Last year at the
condo most of the women of all ages went topless at the
far pool and even on the beach right in front of the
hotel. Even those she thought most definitely needed
some covering up. But here it was clearly more of
young-people's thing. But she hadn't even brought a
top.
As Misty and Sarah had made it clear to their mother's
that they were not to come within 100 feet of them at
the beach. "Mom," Misty had said, "We really appreciate
you bringing us, but on the beach pretend you don't
know us."
Bonnie did understand and agreed so was they walked in
the bright sand, the girls quickly put a distance
between themselves and the older women. The truth was
that Bonnie was glad she and her friends weren't going
to play parent at the beach. Nothing would make her
look older and less sexy than to have those simply
beautiful, nearly naked girls calling her mom.
So when the teen crew found a spot near the water's
edge and began getting comfortable, the mom crew staked
out some sand further up the beach. Far enough away for
no one to suspect they were together, but near enough
to still see them. Laying out her towel she mused, "I
know they're nearly grown, but a mother's protective
instinct dies hard." The other mom's laughed and
agreed, Marcy rejoined "But mine is just barley 16, so
I don't plan to let it die just yet." They laid out
their towels and began applying sun screen while
covertly watching the girls.
Misty was the first to toss aside her bikini top and
run to the water in what was just slightly more than
nothing. Only a step behind her was Haley, followed
closely by Caitlin and Sarah. Katie did not follow suit
as they waded in cautious and timid at first, but soon
were apparently having quite at time.
Meanwhile, Bonnie had dropped her wrap but found it
surprisingly difficult to pull off her tank top and had
it not been for the fact that she could feel Marcy
eyeing her she might have left it on. She had become,
like it or not, the leader of the adult version of the
Euro Club, so it was with no small part of her feeling
old and out of place, she pulled the tank over her
head. Looking around, she then began to feel silly,
like last year, no one noticed or cared what she wore.
Beside her Marcy stopped pretending to untie her
sarong, and let it fall. Laying on their towels only
Trisha still had on her top when Bonnie closed her eyes
and relaxed.
She must have dozed off because she was startled by
water falling on her. She looked up and Trisha, now
topless, stood over her dripping saying "Come on in the
water with us"
It took Bonnie a moment to realize where she was and
what Trisha was asking.
"There are some good looking guys out there," Trisha
added.
"OK, OK, I'm coming."
Slowly getting to her feet she looked over to where she
remembered the girls to be. She was surprised to notice
what was a comparatively sparsely populated part of the
beach was now crowed by good looking guys and a good
number of teenage girls, all dressed as was the Euro
Club. A group of buff guys were throwing a Frisbee to
Haley and Misty. A couple of younger teenage boys were
evidently trying to teach Sarah and Katie how to skim
board. On the beach, Caitlin sat with a group of teens
talking under an umbrella.
Bonnie was pleased to see they seemed to be having a
good time. Directly in front of her were, two very nice
looking middle aged men, oddly in Speedo type swim-
suites. When Trisha introduced her, their German
accents explained why the unusual dress and as it
turned out Otto and Hans were Swiss, not German. They
were brothers on vacation from Zurich and except for
their accents, their English was excellent. Bonnie and
the others ate up their attention and their never
ending stares.
Marcy pulled a tiny digital camera out of her bag, and
so posing added to the frivolity.
As the sun rose to its zenith, it was time to go. Otto
and Hans asked to go with them but Bonnie wasn't about
to get picked up her first morning on the beach. It was
clear that Trisha and Marcy had other ideas as they
gave the guys their cell numbers.
When the guys left, Bonnie told Trisha, "Marcy and I
were told to stay away from the girls, so could you go
over and tell them it's time for lunch."
It took over an hour but finally the whole crew had
changed into shopping clothes at the house and returned
to the main drag looking for food and hot shopping. The
food was good, but not great.
Caitlin was going on, "I wasn't sure about going like
this in public, but it was so cool."
Though Katie had not taken off her top she agreed "Me
too, I never thought I'd feel conservative wearing my
smallest bikini. When I wore that bikini last month to
Suzette's party it was a hit, but now I'm going to have
to get me something new before we go back, and maybe
I'll push myself and not buy a top for it."
"Shopping time!" Caitlin almost shouted.
"I told Hans and Otto we'd be back out at South Beach
by 4:00," Marcy said firmly.
"But when do we get to go to the other beach?" Sarah
whined.
After which quite a discussion about plans ensued.
Finally it was agreed they would spit up. Those who
wanted to go shopping for just a short while and then
go back to South Beach would go with Marcy and Trisha.
Those who wanted to go shopping a little longer then go
to the nude beach would go with Bonnie.
As it turned out the group split almost evenly, Sarah,
Misty and Haley came with Bonnie the Katie and Caitlin
went with Marcy and Trisha. Bonnie got a kick out of
Sarah and Haley as they squealed with delight at new
finds. When they went in the designer shops they all
gasped at the unbelievably high prices.
"$90 for a thong panty? They gotta be kidding," Haley
whispered.
"I don't think so, no here" Bonnie whispered back.
Other shops were just the opposite, for instance Haley
bought a bikini for $8 at one shop and Sarah bought a
silk sarong for $12. All three girls bough beach towels
with pictures of hunky guys wearing thongs. Haley
clearly bought the most ending up with three bags
before the headed back to the house. In addition to the
towels, the girls bought swim suits, warps, a mini
dresses, sheer blouses and suggestive tee shirts.
"What will your mom say?" Bonnie asked when Haley
bought a tee shirt printed with "You missed me Topless:
South Beach."
"If she even noticed she wouldn't say anything" Haley
said with a shrug. "She's too busy with her own love
life to worry about mine." She said with a bit of
anger.
By the time they arrived at the house it was past five
and they could see the others had come and gone. The
girls tossed their bags beside the others and striped
out of their street clothes. It was decided that they
would not even bother with bringing swimwear, but just
wrapped their new sarongs around their naked bodies.
Bonnie had simply gone with shorts, tee-shirt and a big
floppy hat. In the beach bag was Cooper's good digital
camera. She had agreed to take candid photos of Misty,
and Misty planned to do the same for her. It would be
no problem getting one of the many co-travelers to take
photos of the two of them together. Misty had told her
she wanted at least 50 photos to send to Richard Kyle.
Before they walked out the door she sat them down and,
with special emphasis on Haley said "Now I want it
clear that you do no have to go if you don't want to.
You understand there will be lots of naked men there."
Haley asked sarcastically, "And is that supposed to be
bad?"
Bonnie just said "I just felt I should say that. And
for my money naked men are not a bad thing. Especially
if they are as hot as we saw last year, but don't
expect to get to much attention. Most of they guys are
gay."
Misty and Bonnie only partially knew the way, but
fortunately all they had to do was keep the ocean on
their right and after 10 minutes they came to a sign
that said Havisau Beach Parking. The big parking lot
was full and it took some time to find an empty slot.
The path went under the road and down a bit before
Misty saw the sign that read, "Warning: Beyond this
point you may encounter nude sunbathers."
"Mom, get a picture of us in front of the sign," Misty
insisted. So the three girls grouped around the sigh
and Bonnie pressed the button on Misty's little digital
camera.
"OK, and one without the sarongs" Misty ordered. So
without so much as a discussion the three teens were
nude standing around the sign. A couple of boys were
skating down the side walk and almost fell over. Though
technically being behind the sign they were in the nude
area, in practice the nude beach was over the board
walk, not visible from the main sidewalk.
Bonnie was amazed that none of the three even began to
try to seek cover. Haley and Misty stood on either side
of the more diminutive Sarah. Both stood firm. Their
fully tanned "C" cup breasts accentuating the curve
into their waists and young flat tummy's, though side
by side it was more apparent that Misty's curves were
softer than Haley's hard body. Leaning on the sign to
the right was Sarah, clearly younger but not less
attractive with her naturally wavy sandy blond hair
draped over her shoulders partially covering her pink
nipples. Bonnie clicked off several photos while the
skate boarders stood catatonic.
The beach was even more crowed than Bonnie remembered
it. Just like at South Beach the big pastel colored
lifeguard stands dominated the view. It was a good two
hundred yards from the dune to the water. Most of the
crowd was down by the water; however there were several
groups laying out in the dry sand.
With out warning Sarah dropped her beach bag and began
dancing around with her arms out stretched "This is so
great".
Bonnie picked up her bag and they kept going while
Sarah flitted around like some sort of fairy. They past
a bald body builder type doing some sort of martial
arts practice. His dark skin was covered with oil with
his very large penis standing nearly straight out form
his completely hairless, body. Bonnie wasn't sure if he
were Hispanic, mixed race or just very light skinned
African American, but whichever his body was a chiseled
masterpiece. To Bonnie it seemed obvious he was gay,
but to the girls he was just an incredible hunk of man.
Misty and Haley tried to keep coy as they looked at
him, but Sarah who's dance almost caused her to run
into him as he did, what appeared to be karate forms.
She stopped cold inches from him. He stopped also. For
a second he glared but then her pixie like charm took
over and he opened into a broad smile.
"YOU" Sarah said in a breathless voice "Are the most
beautiful man I've ever seen" and she very visibly
looked up and down his glistening hyper muscled body.
Bonnie had now stopped as well looking back to see
Sarah looking positively tiny in front of this great
big man.
In a deep rumbling voice and only the slightest Latin
accent he said. "And you are the most darling wisp of a
young woman I've seen in a long time." She blushed and
looked down, but looking down, almost at near breast
level was his big thick organ, so she looked up and
asked. "What is your name big man?"
"My name is Jake but most people call me by my stage
name Rock." Sarah started very fast, "I'm Sarah, my
friends and me, we are from Georgia." She motioned for
Bonnie and the others to come over. "I've wanted to
come to a nude beach for a long time. I'm so excited,
now I can call myself a real nudist. See I go naked at
home and at my friends pool, that's her," she pointed
at Misty talking a mile a minute with out seeming to
breathe "That's her mom and our friend Haley. What do
you mean your stage name?"
"I'm a dancer and when I dance I don't use my real
name. Would you and your friends like to join me." He
said waving to the ground around him.
Bonnie put out her hand "Hi I'm Bonnie", Jake (Rock)
shook her hand and said "Sarah here says you're this
gook looking girl's mom, I can't believe it; sister
maybe, but not mom."
It was Bonnie's turn to blush, "Yep, she's mine."
The girls spread out their towels, and got out the
sunscreen. Bonnie, very conscious of being the only
clothed person in sight quickly remedied that and
relaxed listening to the girls ask Rock questions.
"Where do you dance?"
"Well about half the year I'm on the road doing clubs
all over. But the other half of the year I'm here. I do
about four different clubs here in town."
"Why, what is the difference between one club an
another?" Misty asked
"Well, I'm not sure your mom would appreciate it if I
got more specific"
Misty plaintively said "Oh, come on, she won't care."
"Yea, Mr. and Ms. C are very open about sex." Haley
added, "Last month at a pool party, she walked right
out to the pool, buck naked to give condoms to us so we
could have a safe orgy at their house."
Followed by Sarah "and last night she and my mom did it
while we were in the next room"
Bonnie cut in "No, we didn't do it last night," then
paused. "But we probably will tonight. But the girls
are right you can't' offend me"
"Well," Rock said leaning back. "I guess you are an
open group." As he lean back his penis now stood
straight up toward the sky. The girls eyed the slightly
curved scimitar as he continued to talk. "Well the club
I work at every weekend is downtown. It is very
upscale. It has a floor show and both male and female
dancers. It caters to a very cosmopolitan crowd of both
men and women a large percentage of them are business
travelers. I make good money there"
"Do the men pay for you to dance as well as the women?"
Bonnie asked with out thinking
"Yea, it's the only place like it in the country,
though a couple of years ago I did a European tour and
there were a number of clubs like it. It's like there
is no gender line, everyone just enjoys all the
dancers."
"Do you have to wear a thong or do you go like this?"
Haley asked "Because I would have paid money to see you
like this."
He smiled a big toothy smile. "Yea, here in Miami I get
to show off my wares, but in most of the country I have
to wear a g-string."
"That would suck" Haley said "So where else do you
work?"
"On Monday nights I work at a gay club and I also work
private clubs and events."
"Are you straight, gay or bi?" Haley asked just as
Sarah asked, "What's a private club?"
"Slow down little girl," he said. "So many questions."
Bonnie stepped in. "OK girls. You may not be wearing
clothes, but you still have manners."
Haley quickly tried to undo her indiscretion "Oh, I
wasn't' trying to be nosy, but what do you do at the
clubs?"
"I'm sure you're too young to have gone to a strip
club, but strip clubs are just bars with naked
entertainment. They make their money by alcohol sold by
the glass even in Miami. The dancers make their money
by tips and by giving private dances."
"So they pay you to give you a blow job?" Haley asked.
"No, no nothing like that. There are very strict rules,
most important is the clients are never allowed to
touch the dancers, Even at a private event is like your
like a bachelorette party."
"How's that different than just hanging out here,"
Haley said.
"It's a matter of style. Here I'm just chill'n talking
to you lovely ladies. But there the point is to turn
the girls on."
"But you can't touch them?" she pressed
"I have some licence to touch the client but they can't
touch me."
Rock began dancing and said "Imagine were at my Miami
club" With Bonnie and the girls sitting he towered over
them but as he moved around he squatted so his crotch
was head level to the sitting females. "See, if they
buy a special dance I come to them and do this. While I
do I am allowed to touch the women" and he one by one
ran his hands across Bonnie's face as his penis swung
just inches from her lips.
Then he came back to Bonnie for a second round, this
time he says "I can touch them almost anywhere" as he
squatted low and briefly cupped both breasts in his
large hands. The hair stood up on the back of Bonnie's
neck as she felt her nipples instantly go hard and her
pussy tingled. As he slowly rose up the head of his
phallus followed where his hands had been, up across
her left nipple, across her breast bone and up the left
side of her neck and cheek. Bonnie had to hold her
breath to keep from reacting. She could tell he must
make good money doing this.
He stepped back. "I better stop before the life guard
kicks me off the beach. But you get the idea."
Bonnie, heart racing said "Yea, I get the idea. You'd
have every penny I have on me."
For a long time they all sat and talked but after an
half an hour or so the girls went off to play in the
surf before the sun was completely gone. The crowd
began to thin some and at exactly 6:30 the lifeguards
picked up and left.
Even after all that time his penis was partially erect.
While the girls were gone she got up the nerve to ask.
"How do you keep it up so long?" motioning to his
penis.
"It's a learned professional skill. I had to learn to
keep it hard for hours at a time for the show. What man
or woman wants to see me soft. Well that is one of the
reasons I come out here, to practice. And it's a great
pick-up place."
"For guys?" She asked.
"Not always" and he gave her his grin.
She sat back and asked a question she had not earlier.
"Do you ever fuck the women who buy a dance?"
"No. No sex for money, but tips are welcome, and if you
can imagine how drunk rich women tip." He said, but
then he continued, "Besides the fact it could get me
thrown in jail and the club to loose their license,
it's bad business, even if I don't take money. It's a
fantasy the women want, and the best way to burst a
fantasy is to live it out."
"Wow" was all she could say.
"This Sunday I'm doing a special show on one of the
gambling cruise ships. Why don't you come see me dance?
It's not my normal routine as it's off shore. You'll
love it, and I won't take a tip even if you ask."
He then reached into his bag and pulled out a business
card that only had an address on it, nothing else. Then
took a pen and asked "How many are in your group who
are 21 or older?"
"That would be three," Bonnie answered.
He took the pen and wrote Special Comp- 3 and signed it
then handed it to Bonnie.
"Now be at the dock at 8:00 on Sunday night. Give this
to the steward at the gang plank, he'll give you some
chips and a key to the VIP sweet. Just plan on coming
to both shows OK?"
"I'l take the card, but I'm not promising we'll be
there."
"Oh, you'll be there." He said once again using that
grin before pulling on his shorts and tank top to leave
"I'll see you Sunday and let the girls know if they'll
come back in a couple of years I'd love to have her
come to the also."
After he left Bonnie took the camera and went down to
the surf. As they had stopped to visit with Rock well
back behind the life guard towers, she had not seen the
majority of the people on the beach, except as they
passed to leave.
Surprisingly almost all the hero couples she saw were
in there 40's or older, but the gay couples tended to
be in their 20's and 30's. But there were a good number
of groups of girls and what appeared to be hetero guys
from the late teens to the mid 20's. She could clearly
see two groups of guys watching Misty, Sarah and Haley
play in the water with a group of five guys, all
clearly teens. And as she got closer she could tell the
playing had progressed to groping with all five guys
sporting full wood and it was apparent that the game
was they guys were moving up behind the girls to impale
them, but fortunately the girls were still just
laughing and swimming or splashing away. She knew this
game would come to a climax soon; a climax that could
make babies.
"Time to go!" she yelled as she lowered the camera at
water's edge.
She guessed the girls also knew it was time to end this
game because there was no hesitation before the three
were saying goodbye to their new friends and heading
out of the water. When Misty made it to her mother she
said, "Leave 'em hard, right?"
Bonnie slapped her on the bare ass and said, "You
learned well."
They stopped and got a couple of pizzas on the way
home. In the van Misty and Sarah sat in the back seat
of the van while Haley sat up beside Bonnie talking
non-stop about her sexual experiences and what she
hoped to do this week. Looking in the rearview she
could see the friendship developed between Misty and
Sarah over the summer and the sexual comments she had
heard between them was bearing fruit. She saw in an
embrace as the street lights illuminated them.
Haley had tried to call the other group with no
success. When they arrived back at the house it was
empty. So the four dug into the pizza and turned on the
big TV. Flipping through the channels they couldn't
believe that there were no fewer than five adult
channels, though they figured out that two of the four
were Spanish language.
"Now what does it matter if they say 'fuck me' in
English or Spanish?"
But they did leave it on the Playboy Channel (English
version) because as far as they knew you couldn't even
get it back home on cable. Bonnie took the one easy
chair and the girls took one of the couches not opened
into a bed. After eating Haley announced she was going
upstairs to the garden tub, get relaxed and get herself
off. "It's easily big enough for two, anyone want to
join me."
She got several "Maybe latter's" but no takers.
The TV show was sort of a "R" rated version of Candid
Camera. The girls didn't see much after Haley left.
Bonnie only watched from the corner of her eye as she
pretended to watch the TV. It was obvious to her that
Sarah was the initiator, but Misty was very receptive.
No sooner had the water started upstairs, than Sarah
began nibbling at Misty's neck. The nibbles quickly
became deep tongue kissing. Misty had never even kissed
anyone with her mom in the room before, let alone have
sex.
Bonnie saw Sarah's hand slide though the wrap of the
sarong as the tempo increased. The deep and passionate
kissing, augmented by Sarah's ministrations under the
sarong, continued until the TV show changed to a
special on Miss July. The changing of the show must
have been a cue for Sarah to untie her sarong and let
it fall to the floor and she just pushed the ends of
Misty's to the side until she was completely uncovered
as they moved to a laying poison on the couch with
Sarah on top grinding her mound into Misty's.
Bonnie was fascinated as the minutes ticked by and they
simply stayed in that position. Slurping sound came and
went. She even thought Misty climaxed at least once,
but they just continued in the same unhurried manner
until the front door opened and the other three
teenagers noisily piled in the house. Sarah appeared to
intentionally delay rolling off Misty until it was
clear to all what they had been doing.
Not commenting on Sarah's intentionally flaunting of
her Sapphic tryst, Caitlin had just said to the now
standing Sarah "Look what your mom and Trisha brought
home" when they came to the door followed by Otto and
Hans. Caitlin and Katie together told Sarah and Misty
how the men had taken them all to an amazing restaurant
in downtown Miami. Caitlin then said "That's why we are
late, and now it's time for Hans and Otto to get their
thank you for dinner."
Trisha was already at the base of the stairs with Hans'
in tow, said. "They would have gotten this thank you
even if they hadn't bough us a fabulous dinner," before
heading up.
Marcy didn't even comment that her daughter was
standing there nude in the presence of these men as she
and grabbed Bonnie by the hand "Come on, you gotta come
with us" and pulled her toward the stairs.
"I'll just stay down here and let you have the fun,"
Bonnie said even thought she very much wanted to join
them.
"No way!" March insisted. "If nothing else I need you
to take pictures. Mike only agreed for me to come on
the condition I send him pix."
"OK, OK. Let me get Misty's camera," Bonnie said as she
lifted her surprisingly tired body out of the easy
chair.
Misty pulled the camera from her bag and handed it to
her mother "Have fun and don't' do anything I
wouldn't."
Bonnie thought of making a witty comeback but she was
still working on one when she turned to go up the
second flight to the second floor. As she made the turn
the temperature and humidity rose sharply, though she
could hear the hum of the two window units in the
bedrooms.
The second floor was not as large as the first due to
the slope of the roof. Directly in front of the top of
the stairs was the open door to the large newly
remodeled bathroom. Bonnie supposed it had been a
bedroom before the remodeling as it was nearly exactly
the same size of the unused bedroom on the left. The
light spilled out the door illumining the short, poorly
lit hallway. To her left the dark unused room and to
her right the door stood open to the bedroom she shared
with the other two moms.
The room was relatively large and newly decorated in a
East-India motif. The four poster king sized bed with a
rattan headboard with a faux mosquito net draped down
from under the ceiling mirror and wrapped at each bed
post. The room also had a pair of dressers a rattan
love seat and a round table with matching rattan
chairs. It was the photo of this room that led them to
rent the place.
Trisha and Marcy had been wearing very low cut, light
summer dresses that Bonnie had never seen before. She
assumed they had bought them during the day. Before she
entered the room she could see Otto, in his boxers
meticulously folding his slacks. "How Swiss" she
thought.
Standing at the doorway she raised the camera and
centered the frame on Hans sitting on the side of the
bed suckling on Trisha's breasts still cradled in the
half cup bra they had bough at Victoria's secret in the
spring. Marcy advanced toward Otto pushing her pink
thong down over her hips as she walked. Pushing Hans
down on the bed she straddled him and began to kiss him
aggressively.
Bonnie watched and shot some photos as the last of the
clothes came off and both Trisha and Marcy sucked cock
for all they were worth. Neither man had a particularly
large tool so both women were taking nearly the entire
organ in as they went down. Bonnie opened the box of
condoms and tossed one beside each couple. Bonnie
watched as Marcy's labial lips opened wide in her
direction as she sucked the life from Hans. Her lips
were so smooth. She had never looked closely at Marcy's
cunt before. Bonnie knew she had spoken of having her
hair permanently removed by electrolysis but had never
seen it close up.
Laying down the camera she reached out and ran her
fingers directly over Marcy's labia. It was so smooth.
She took her other hand and ran it over Marcy's ass and
legs. All was smooth and soft. She slowly and gently
explored all that Marcy exposed. Tenderly running her
fingers over each small lip and around the clitoral
shaft she teased before pulling back the cover skin and
massaging the sensitive and unusually large penis like
clit.
Upon Bonnie's first contact with her skin, Marcy had
let out a gasp, when the fingers reached her clit she
groaned deeply. The sexual tension between them had
been building for weeks, and now it burst like a
breaking dam.
Bonnie could stand no more, she pulled off her clothes
and pressed her face between Marcy's upturned ass
cheeks, driving her tongue as deep as she could into
the wet canal. She reveled in the pungent taste and
smell of a woman who has been outside all day. She was
so overwhelmed she lost all sense of time and space.
Other than her large clit, all of Marcy's sexual parts
were smaller than either Tina's or Trisha's.
She was not at all ready to surrender her newly found
pleasure zone when someone physically turned Marcy
over.
A thick Germanic accent said "time to fuck" and with
that Bonnie was nearly pushed off the bed as Hans
mounted Marcy. The mood broken she went back to
shooting pictures. First she shot a dozen of Han's as
he stroked in and out of Marcy, making a point to catch
her expressions of pleasure. Then she went around the
bed and began to shoot Trisha as she rode on top of
Otto.
"Join us," Trisha said. "Sit on his face while I fuck
him."
How was she going to resist, so down went the camera
and she climbed on the bed, stood on her knees and
lowered herself onto his mouth. He wasted no time
before pressing his tongue to her clit and she wasted
no time in leaning over to press her lips to Trisha's.
It was pleasant and joyful rather than intense as she
and her closest friend kissed and caressed each other
astride a man they hardly knew. She pondered on why
this was so pleasant. It took just a moment for them to
change places and relished in the different sensation
at being filled as opposed to being directly
stimulated.
"Mom," a whisper in her ear intruded into her bubble of
bliss. "Where is your harness? Caitlin wants to borrow
it."
Releasing Trisha's nipple from her lips she turned her
head to see to see Misty at the edge of the bed leaning
over to whisper. Standing in the doorway she saw Sarah,
clearly focused on watching her mother as Hans held her
legs up as she lay on her back taking his slow strokes.
Trisha's eyes opened, but they were glazed over and she
was still in her own world.
Bonnie was a bit annoyed at Misty disrupting her
pleasure. She hissed "It's in the top drawer of the
dresser of this dresser." She pointed to the dresser on
which she had left Misty's camera. She then noticed
Sarah still standing in the doorway watching her mom
and Hans. Bonnie's anger subsided and she mouthed in a
very tiny whisper "You like watching her?"
Sarah's head nodded "Yes"
Turning back to Misty and in a voice barley audible she
said, "OK get what you need and get out. I'm just going
to pretend your were never here, so if you go or stay
don't bother us"
Without a sound Misty did as she was told. Bonnie
resumed rocking back and forth on her knees and leaned
forward to kiss Trisha. She focused on again finding
that pleasure zone and after some focused effort it
returned only to be shattered by the flash of Misty's
camera. Her first response was to stop kissing Trisha
and yell at her daughter, but instead she enjoyed the
special pleasure of knowing being watched. It was kinky
and a bit bizarre that it was her daughter watching her
do this man, but she had no intention of letting anyone
know she knew Misty was watching and for all she know
neither of the others would know she had even been in.
When Otto said something in Swiss, both men began to
move and Otto said "We switch now." The girls were not
in the room when Bonnie rolled over and began to kiss
Marcy. She had been riding Otto for some time and it
was no surprise he wanted to do Marcy doggie style.
Bonnie wanting more of her smooth pussy said "Here,
let's do what Sarah said you like so much, We can do 69
while he does you."
"OK, but I've always been the bottom" Marcy said as she
got in the doggie position over Bonnie.
"So this is something new" Bonnie said looking up to
her small lips, spread wide by the man's penis as it
pressed into her.
In the morning the teenage girls once again woke up
Bonnie and her fellows, but not quite so early.
"Well you can't say you weren't having sex last night."
Haley exclaimed.
"Damn, you guys were way into it before I got out of
the bath. I thought I was wild, you three are animals."
Languidly, Bonnie said "Oh, you think so?"
"Yea, but you need guys that can keep up with you." She
continued, "I mean you guys did like 90% of the work
and still those guys were totally spent in less than an
hour."
"And how do you know that?" Trisha said with a start.
"Cause I didn't' go downstairs after my bath, We
watched from over there" She said pointing to the other
bedroom at the other end of the short hall. "You really
didn't know we were there?"
"We?" Trisha asked followed by Marcy's entrance to the
conversation.
"You're saying you and someone else watched me do those
things?"
Though Marcy knew full well she had been watched, she
thought it proper to pretend she didn't know.
"Mom, you know full well I did too" Sarah piped up.
"and it was so cool watching you while Misty and were
messing around at the same time." And she turned around
and kissed Misty on the lips.
Marcy was clearly mortified. It was like she wanted to
play nice southern mom on one hand while laying nude on
a king sized bed with two other moms while their
daughters and their friends chatted about her
committing adultery with two different men. Bonnie, not
knowing Marcy had known the girls were watching last
night, watched and fearful that Marcy might come apart
said "Go on down stairs girls. We'll meet you in a few
minutes". She gave Misty an "I'm serious" look and
Misty herded the girls down. "Marcy, are you OK?"
She took a good while to answer. "Yea, I guess so."
"You don't sound OK?"
"I guess in one night I've gone from talking about
being totally open to really being it."
"But you told us all about your exchange student?"
Trisha added. "Yea, but I attributed that to unforeseen
circumstances. But yesterday I went topless at a public
beach and then had sex with two men I don't know..
while my daughter watched. Part of me said I should
stop, this is so wrong, but I was so overwhelmed by the
excitement"
She looked as if she were about to cry. Bonnie sat down
beside Marcy and held her tight.
"Did you enjoy yourself at the beach and last night?"
"You know full well I did. It was great. But Sarah?"
"Sarah is not hurt. She chose to watch, you didn't
force anything on her. She is sexually mature; she will
do what she wants."
"I know."
"They had started pretty good before you got back and
from what I saw Sarah was in charge they whole time."
Then Marcy began to cry again "I know. I saw. I watched
them. We watched each other. I'm sick and perverted."
"What are you talking about. You didn't even see them
when they came in the room."
"It was later, when you were under me. Someone turned
on the lights in the other room. I looked over and saw
Misty and Sarah doing it. I tried not to look but the
whole time Otto was doing me I kept peeking over."
"Yea, they were getting busy before you guys got home.
They did it with me sitting not ten feet away. It was a
little uncomfortable for me too."
Marcy became very intense and said "You don't get it. I
kept looking over until just as Otto was cumming in me
I looked over and Sarah is sitting on top of Misty
watching me. We stared at one other the whole time he
is grunting a groaning into me. Then he flops off me
looking half dead. I was just about to go shut the door
when Sarah smiles at me and gives me thumbs up."
"I guess I missed all that."
"Yea, I could feel you and if you didn't have me coming
out of my skin the rest wouldn't have happened."
"The rest of what?" Bonnie was now fully perplexed. She
knew full well what happened until they both collapsed
with exhaustion. When Otto had pulled his spent penis
from her, Marcy had sat up on Bonnie letting the pent
up lubricants run down into her mouth as she made love
to Marcy's baby smooth lips. Bonnie was sure she
brought Marcy to four climaxes before they quit."
"We watched each other. I watched Sarah as she sat on
Misty's face and she watched me as I sat on yours." She
paused and then said "You were great, amazing even, to
much so for my good judgment. But I came so fast
because as you did me I was watching Sarah and I knew
she was watching me."
Bonnie thought quickly. She did remember that it was a
turn on the day Misty watched her fuck the pool man.
She also knew full well she liked to be watched and the
better she knew the watcher the better she liked it.
She was forming her words when Marcy said, "Do you know
how many times I came?" Not waiting for an answer she
said "They came one after another, it was like six,
before I went down on you and three more afterward. The
whole time Sarah and I were watching each other. Even
when I went down on you I kept glancing over to see her
down on Misty glancing up at me."
Bonnie could not think of the right words.
"I don't know what to think about myself. I'm sick I
know it, but It was so amazing. You, me, Sarah, Misty
and oh yea Haley taking pictures - it was all too much.
Too much." She said as her body collapsed into the soft
bed.
Bonnie wrapped her arms around her "You didn't do
anything wrong. Sarah and Misty came up here, we didn't
go down to see them. Then they stayed to watch, most of
the time you didn't even know they were there. Misty
and Sarah made the choices. And like I said before, it
seems like Sarah was in charge the whole time. It was
Sarah's game not yours, so don't even think you were
taking advantage of her."
She smiled as her concern faded "That's Sarah. She's
always playing the tune and I dance to it. Hell that is
why I'm here, she wanted to live like Gerta, I guess
she should be happy now." Bonnie took her by the hand
and said "Yea, she should, so come on lets go get
cleaned up."
To be continued...
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