"Roger, Honey, Brenda should have been home hours ago.  She left from the picnic before 
we did, and we've been home several hours.  What should we do?"  Marnie said, beside 
herself with worry. 

"They probably stopped for something along the way.  If she doesn't show up in the next 
half an hour, we'll call, and report it, okay?"  He said, trying to disguise his own worry 
from his wife. 

As Roger gave her a hug, the front door opened, Brenda walked in, slammed the door, and 
went straight upstairs, with a curt, "Hi." 

"I'll go upstairs and see what's eating her."  Roger said. 

Marnie sat down in the living room staring anxiously at the bottom rung of the stairs, 
which was all she could see of it from there.  "Oh no, what if they told her about me!  Oh 
god, what if they did the same to Her!  Oh what am I going to do?  What is going to 
become of us?"  Marnie thought, torturously wringing a side pillow, sniffling back tears.  
"The clock on the mantle, it never made that ticking sound out loud before, did it?  Oh, 
what is taking them so long?" 

As Roger entered the living room, Marnie got up and reached for him.  "Is she okay?" 

"Of course she's okay.  Why would you ask that?  Don't you want to know why it took 
them so long to get back?"  He said. 

"Yes, that's what I meant.  What happened to her, them, that took them so long to get 
back?"  She asked clinging on his every breath. 

"Well, Mr. Larcher, Sr. needed to check in with his crew chief at the office, he works at 
our building you know, and showed her around the place. That's something I should have 
done a long time ago.  Where has the time gone?  I never even had the time to show my 
own daughter the ins and outs of where I work.  I guess I was just too busy or maybe she 
just wasn't that interested in . . ." He was saying until Marnie cut his pining short. 

"Did she seem upset, angry, withdrawn, anything unusual, when she talked to you?"  
Marnie interrupted. 

"No just frustrated that it took so long to get home, I think.  But, now I'm beginning to 
worry about you.  You were acting concerned about Brenda earlier, and now you're acting 
like you believe something bad has happened to her.  Are you all right?"  He asked. 

"Do you think I should go talk to her?"  Marnie said, looking around his shoulder at the 
stairs. 

"Suit yourself.  She's fine, really.  Why don't you relax a bit. You're the one that had the 
eventful day.  I'm concerned about how stressed out you've been getting these days.  Why 
don't we go straight to bed and warm each other up, so we can sleep nice and cozy.  Sound 
good?" 

"That always sounds good, Dear.  I suppose it can wait until morning." 

"That's my girl." 

The next morning Marnie awoke to find Brenda rummaging around in Marnie's walk-in 
closet.  She was leaving out the door with a pair of her mother's high-heels and a couple of 
her more slinky dresses.  Then Marnie woke up completely, realizing that Brenda was 
leaving her room with some of her things. Now was a good time to have that talk with her.  
Roger was asleep, so instead of calling out to her, and risk awakening him, Marnie got up, 
peed, grabbed a light robe, and went looking for her.  Brenda was no longer upstairs so 
Marnie went down and found her on the front porch with the items in a paper grocery sack, 
that had been placed in a plastic grocery bag so it could have handles. 

Marnie confronted her with, "What do you think you are doing with my things, and 
without asking first?"  

"Oh, you were asleep.  I didn't want to wake you."  Brenda answered matter-of-factly. 

"What is that supposed to mean, and what are you doing out here?" Marnie asked, 
worried, concerned, and annoyed. 

"I'm being picked up for a photo shoot.  I'll have these back to you early this afternoon." 

Marnie nearly fainted.  This was so unexpected.  "Let me see what you have in here."  
She said as she pulled out the garments and found the heels at the bottom.  You're not 
taking these to be photographed in.  What are you taking about?  Why are you doing this?  
Who's doing this shoot?  What is it for?" Marnie said peppering the questions at her. 

"Geesh!  You don't even give me a chance to answer.  Oh, here's my ride, gotta go."  She 
said as, she took the garments back from Marnie, who was now frozen in a trance of 
horror seeing the Larcher mobile pull across the driveway. 

Marnie didn't snap to until Brenda was almost at the car.  "Brenda! Wait!"  She said 
running after her.  

Brenda was in the car sitting down in the back when Marnie reached her.  "Brenda get out 
of there this instant."  Marnie said as the car started to pull away with the door open that 
she was holding. 

Marnie jumped in and closed the door so she would not fall out of the accelerating car.  In 
her hasty entrance, her mid-thigh robe and short nightie were scrunched all the way up her 
legs and she found herself bare bottomed in the filthy back seat on some old magazines 
with naked women featured in them. 

"Stop this car this instant!  This instant I tell you!  You're not going anywhere with my 
daughter!  Do you hear me?  Right now!"  Marnie screamed, red-faced, the veins in her 
neck and temples throbbing. 

"Nice to see you too, Missy."  Larcher teased. 

"Where are you taking us."  Marnie said more reasonably, recognizing how much power 
she actually had in the situation.  

"We're headed to the beach to catch the sun before it gets too high in the sky. But don't 
worry," he said, looking over his shoulder at her trying to pull her robe down and unstick 
the magazines from her bottom, "you'll fit right in." 

"What do you have planned there?"  Marnie continued with cautious anticipation. 

"We're going to capture some sun for photos, Missy.  We'll take some of you too, now 
that you're here." 

"Don't give me that.  You're not a photographer.  Turn around now, this is illegal.  You'll 
be put away for this, you pervert."  Marnie fought back. 

Missy, Missy, Missy.  Such language in front of Brenda, and so belligerent too. Don't you 
think you owe me an apology?"  Larcher said calmly, knowing how it would torment her. 

"Let us out of here now you Bastard.  This is kidnapping."  She accused. 

"I didn't ask you to get in this car.  You forced yourself in.  Here, you can get out."  He 
said, as he pulled over to the curb in front of a large cathedral taking in parishioners for 
the early service. 

Marnie was about to get out.  "Come on Brenda, you're coming with me." 

"No Mom, this is my chance." 

"Larcher, what is the meaning of this?  What are you planning to do with Brenda, my 
child?"  

"Mom, I'm not a child, I am a woman.  I have breasts like you, I have pubic hair like you, 
and I can have babies.  That makes me a woman like you, only Walter tells me I'm better 
looking." 
Larcher smiled. 

"Brenda, Honey, you don't know what you are saying.  You are still a child.  You are 
turning into a beautiful young woman, yes, but you are still only a child right now, 
nevertheless.  Come with me now."  She said, holding out her hand to Brenda, opening the 
door, and stepping one foot out.  She pulled it back in when she got stares from the couples 
passing on their way to church.  "Larcher, can't you let us off some place else?" 

"Missy.  You want out? Get out.  Otherwise, you're riding with me.  Get it?" 

Marnie pulled the door shut, folded her arms, pouted a second, and said, "Brenda, Honey, 
you don't know what you are doing." 

Larcher drove off. 

"Brenda, tell me, what do you think you are doing with this man?" 

"Walter said he has connections.  He's going to get me a modeling contract.  If I'm lucky, 
maybe even a spot in a movie." 

Oh god, Brenda, don't!  This isn't the sort of thing for you.  Believe me." 

"What would you know.  Have you ever posed for a camera?  Have you ever been in a 
movie?" 

Larcher looked over his shoulder at Marnie, smiling at the irony.  

Marnie was about to talk more, but looking at Larcher, she decided to be quiet for a 
while. 

The beach was a nude beach.  

"Larcher, we can't go out there, there are naked people all around." Marnie protested. 

"Yeah, so what's your point?" 

"I can't have Brenda seeing this." 

"What's your problem?  There are all ages, all types, all sexes, and they're all undressed.  
It's legal, it's healthy, and you shouldn't knock something unless you try it.  You should get 
naked in front of someone other than your husband sometime.  It might do you some 
good.  I can't believe how uptight you are. Live a little."  Larcher argued. 

"Yeah, Mom.  Give it a try." 

"Oh, Brenda, please!" 

"Com'on, we're supposed to meet him at the old jetty."  Larcher said, trying to hurry 
things along. 
It was still early so the only people they saw were a man and a woman with a lot of gear for 
the beach. 

"Look Mom, that set up is for me."  Brenda said, excited to see the man and a woman 
with cameras on a folding table under an umbrella and other equipment to diffuse or reflect 
light. 

As they approached, Larcher introduced Brenda to photographer Kenneth and his wife 
assistant Maggie.  "And this is her mother, who thought she might like some nude shots, if 
that's okay.  That's why she's dressed like this."  

"No he . . ." Marnie started to say, as Kenneth took her hand in his. 

"Glad to meet you.  My wife, Maggie.  Well let's get started shall we? We want to 
minimize shadows on the face as much as we can with natural light, before the sun gets too 
high.  Dear, let Maggie fix your makeup quickly and we'll start with just some headshots.  
So, Brenda's mom, . . ." 

"You can call her 'Missy'."  Larcher piped in. 

"It's Marnie."  Marnie corrected. 

"Yes.  Marnie.  I could take some of you while we are waiting." 

"No, I . . ." She started to say, but got distracted by Larcher undoing her robe.  
He managed to get it open and slide it off her shoulders.  "Let's just do her in the gown 
first, so she can get used to doing it in front of strangers, okay." Larcher said, holding the 
robe down her back, so she could not sling it back up. 

Before Marnie could mount a full protest, Kenneth shot off several shots with his 
motorized camera, moving around her front for some ninety degrees of shots before 
coming up for air to ask her to re-pose.  He wanted her looking at him with her chin tucked 
in her left shoulder, and her left leg bent.  She was still holding her robe around her butt, 
bunched up at her wrists.  Her breasts, curves, and crotch were plainly visible through her 
sheer nightgown.  She reflexively followed his direction to pose, as he gave them with such 
authority and poise.  She started the pose, until some sunbathers approached, and set up 
camp within eyeshot to watch the goings on.  She broke the pose, and then she put the 
robe back up. 

"Brenda, I just can't have you doing this.   Trust me, please."  Marnie said, approaching 
Maggie and Brenda by the umbrella. 

"Oh, Mom, why do you want to spoil this for me, my big break.  Look, this is a 
professional shoot.  What is your problem with it?  I'm old enough to make these kinds of 
decisions for myself.  Please just be supportive or go and enjoy the beach for a while.  You 
have been really uptight lately.  Like Walter said, it might do you some good." 

"Com'on Missy," Larcher said, grabbing her by the arm.  "Let her have her moment."  
They started to back away.  "Brenda, you go ahead and have a good time. Your mother 
and I are going to explore the beach.  See you later."  Larcher reassured her. 

Larcher walked Marnie away, back toward the car.  Marnie struggled a bit, but not too 
much, because her robe was open and the struggling made her breasts bounce and sway 
more than they already were from just the walking.  When they got to the car, Larcher 
opened his trunk.  He pensively surveyed the items and grabbed, rope, a bag, a marker, 
and some signs from work, which read "Reserved Parking" on one side. 

"Oh no you won't." Marnie protested,  "You're not tying me up on this beach!" 

"No.  How could you think of such a thing.  We'll find a nice secluded place off the beaten 
path.  Don't worry.  I'm going to make sure your daughter has her day." 

Marnie followed in tow, tits flapping about uncomfortably, as she tried to keep up with 
Larcher who had shoes on.  They connected with a path in the tall grass and low bushes 
frequented by gawking pervs with telephoto lenses.  This area, with grasses, bushes, and 
scrub trees, ran along the edge of the beach between it and the road.  When they came to 
a clump of scrub trees that formed a domed patch of vegetation, he entered it with her to 
find a clearing in the middle.  Once inside they found it littered with stray pieces of toilet 
paper, indicating it was used by bathers that were too lazy to use the furnished 
port-a-potties by the parked cars. 

"See, Walter always looks out for you.  This place is nice and private."  He said, as he 
fished out some padded leather cuffs from his bag.  "I think you'll appreciate that I am 
using these instead of just rope when I'm done." 

The cuffs were two inches wide and had rings attached.  He had the same for her ankles.  
When the cuffs were in place on her wrists, he hooked them together, then tied a rope 
through a ring and down to the base of a scrub tree.  Marnie got the full effect of this 
bondage when he started tying off her legs apart to other trees, so she had very limited 
movement in them forward and back, but none together.  In this bent over position, she 
had her breasts hanging lewdly under her nightgown, which had fallen forward leaving her 
ass completely exposed. 

"Larcher, why a nude beach?" 

"The sun, the backgrounds, and costume changes are no big thing.  So, are we comfy?  I'm 
just going to add a few things, and I'll be on my way." 

"Your not going to leave me like this, here, all alone."  Marnie said in panic. 

"No, I'm sure you'll have company." 

"Larcher, no . . ." She started to say until he succeeded in putting the ball gag in her 
mouth. 
She tried to watch Larcher behind her, but could not quite get her head around with her 
arms stretched out in front.  She could hear the uncomfortable sound of the felt-tipped 
marker on the backs of the signboards.  The smell wafted up to her, which smelled better, 
for the moment, than the faint odor of urine. Larcher came up to her, when he was done 
with what he was doing, and inspected his ties.  Then he started to rub her cunt with his 
fingers.  Marnie got wet almost instantly.   These days, she was craving all the attention 
she could get down there.  He kept at it until he thought she might be ready to release her 
flood, and stopped, leaving her pussy gaping and contracting like a goldfish's mouth.  He 
patted her rear, put on a blindfold, saying it was to protect her eyes from the sun, and left 
with, "I'll be back," in a lousy Arnold impression. 

Little did Marnie realize, but he had made several signs, one on the path that pointed to 
the clump of scrub trees which read, "Get Your Rocks Off Here" with an arrow. Another 
inside next to Marnie read, "My husband says he'll whip my butt if I'm not full of cum 
when he returns."  Then another sign closer to Marnie said, "Please cum and help me 
save my butt." 

It was probably a half an hour before the first curiosity seeker entered the domed clump of 
shrubs.  He was all alone and looked around scared.  He left and came back with a tall 
stalk of grass.  He traced it up one of her legs to see what kind of reaction he'd get from 
her.  Marnie struggled in her bonds.  Then he traced it up the other.  Marnie tried to turn 
her head to see the perpetrator but could not because of the blindfold. Then the young man 
reached from between her legs and tickled her breasts and nipples with the grass, getting 
a good look at her waiting pussy.  He dropped the grass and put an index finger daringly 
on her vulva and started going side to side across her clitoris.  When he saw she could do 
nothing to resist, he stood up and pulled down his pants. He jerked himself to hardness, 
while resting his other hand on her rear, moving his thumb up and down on her clit. 

When he was raring to go, he looked around a last time and plunged it in.  He started 
pumping fast, worried he'd get caught by the husband, a sunbather, or another gawker.  He 
pumped fast and furiously.  He would close his eyes to concentrate on, and bask in, the 
sensation.  Then, he would open his eyes, like a frightened animal scanning the 
surroundings for danger.  He repeated this a few times until he finally came so hard he 
almost threw his back out.  He quickly got his pants back up and started shooting a whole 
roll of pictures of Marnie from all angles.  Then he snuck out to continue his day's 
adventures not quite believing his luck. 

It was warming up more, even in the shade there, and more and more bathers had come to 
the beach.  Marnie needed a good fucking; the last one left before the job was done.  The 
bondage, the anonymity, the helplessness, the uncertainty, all weighed on her less, 
because she needed to cum so badly. 

After a few minutes, a couple of kids came in, saw her and almost went out right away, 
when one of them said,  "Look, it's okay, she has her eyes covered."  So, they started to 
pee several feet on either side of her.  "Let's get Doug.  Maybe she needs help." 

Moments later one of them was heard to say, "See right there.  Do you think she needs 
help or something?" 

"You two run along, and don't leave our spot until I get back.  Do you hear? You do and 
I'll pound you.  I'll help this lady here."  He said to the boys, as he craned his head to read 
Larcher's crude signs. 

The boys ran off leaving the twenty-five year old man with Marnie alone. "Humm."  He 
said, as he walked around her with his hand on the middle of her back, inspecting the 
situation.  "Humm."  He said, as he crouched down with his face inches from her cunt.  
"Humm."  He said, as he stuck a couple of fingers in to sample her entrance.  "Seems to 
already be a deposit here.  But I'll be glad to help you out, though, too."  He said with his 
hand resting on her flank, and talking around her butt, as if directly to her. 

Then he stood up.  She felt him rest his semi hard prick along the crack of her cheeks.  He 
put a hand over it to hold it in place while he sawed along the crack for stimulating friction, 
to get himself hard and ready to fuck.  'Oh, god, please.  Don't let him do me in that 
hole!"  Marnie thought to herself, worried he might prefer her backdoor. 

She worried for naught, as he entered her cunt, pumping in full strokes dangerously losing 
readmission a couple of times by careless targeting on re-entry.  "If I could only move a 
bit, I could get it just right with him. That long, thin, straight cock of his isn't doing my 
sides enough.  Oh to just be able to move a little."  She thought of the experience.  She 
was so slippery from her natural lubrication and the previous deposit of cum that this long 
thin cock slipped in and out with frustrating ease.  "How can I cum?  I've got to cum.  Oh 
this is so maddening.  It is better he stop than to continue this torture." She whined inside.  
"Somebody, something touch my clit now, oh please somebody rescue me from this 
torment." 

He came.  She whined through her gag.  "Come back here, you prick.  Get back to work.  
Don't leave me like this.  Don't go.  Oh god. I can't take this sexual torture anymore.  
Larcher cut me down!  Free one hand.  I'll do myself in front of you, just let me finish."  
She screamed in her head. 

Her internal rant ended when the next visitor entered the dome, and she heard a female 
voice say, "Oh, excuse me."  Then after a brief pause, "What the hell?" and she heard 
her leave. 

Moments later a couple of men entered, with that female voice, it turns out. "Boy Hun, 
this couple is kinkier than we are."  A man said to the lady.  

She heard another male voice say, "Who are we to deny a lady in need." 

Then the female voice said, "Get to it boys, I'll milk these." 

Marnie started to struggle in her bonds again.  She wanted someone to make her climax 
and ease her tension, but not three at once, and not a strange woman. Her concerns were 
eased a bit though, when she actually felt the sensations. These people were a little more 
in tuned to her pleasure than the last one, although, the lady wasn't too far off when she 
said she would "milk these."  She was actually squatting beside her, after moving her 
nightgown up over her head and arms.  She was pretending she was squatting by a cow and 
milking Marnie's tit with her fingertips, instead of her whole hands, just to get a laugh.  
The second man squatted down on the other side roughly milking the other, mimicking the 
woman, and getting into the fun. 

The first man was standing between Marnie's legs, with his good sized cock was at her 
gate.  The man slipped it in with one smooth motion and held it momentarily to the hilt.  
With the smell of suntan lotion, these must be bathers she thought. As he started a slow in 
and out motion, Marnie's juices started flowing.  She was lubricating this exciting piece of 
meat and she was juicing to dilute the sting of the suntan lotion irritating her sensitive 
skin.  The man gripped her hips with his fingers pressing into her flesh at the top of her 
legs like hooks, keeping her in place while he orchestrated the right kind and amount of 
sensation to have a climax to remember. 

His pumping and sawing increased steadily in tempo.  Marnie's arousal increased along 
with it.  The distraction and the humiliation of the other two joking around with her tits 
blurred into oblivion.  She was nearing her conclusion. She hoped to climax away her 
frustration with the world.  She could not express the feelings, sensations, the emotions 
boiling inside of her, she was bound gagged and blindfolded.  Her experience had to go 
within herself, privately, with no one the wiser, or to appreciate it with her. 

She came.  He sensed the moment and drove her hard and fast, not letting her come down 
from the peak she was at, until he could not hold out any longer and pumped his man juice 
into her snatch with stiff lunges.  

"Hey Roger buddy, go for it."  He said, as he stepped back and aside, manually squeezing 
the last drops out and Marnie's juices off.  "Phew! Nice fuck." He exclaimed as he got 
down at Marnie's side and put his slippery hand on her left tit, where the other man had 
been. 

"You'd better have more of that for me later, or you're in big trouble Mr." The lady 
warned, as her hand now glided up and down Marnie's body from her pubic mound to her 
throat. 

The other man was already in her, and was not as big as the first. "Did he call him 
Roger?"  She thought to herself.  "No.  Of course, it couldn't be.  Now don't let your 
imagination get the better you.  Just try to enjoy it.  You can't do anything about it.  God, 
you need it, you need it bad, anyway.  These people are okay.  They haven't hurt you.  
You'll be all right.  Oh, when is this going to end?"  She pined to herself. 

The second man was more frantic than the first, who had been deliberate, and built up to 
where he knew he wanted to be, steadily, with self-assurance, and finesse.  This guy did 
not know if he wanted to do it fast, slow, or random. Marnie just could not get a sense for 
where he was going with the dance.  If it were not for the expert hands of the lady keeping 
her at a fever pitch of arousal, Marnie would just be enduring this second man's onslaught 
without the possibility of conclusion.  The man was kind of bouncing around her opening 
that she couldn't close against him.  She wanted to talk to him, calm him, coach him, guide 
him, but being restrained she was prevented from doing so.  

The man came in a very strange way.  He went sort of up and down with his spasms 
instead of inward thrusts.  He lost hold of Marnie and she went crashing to the sand on her 
knees stretching her crotch wider.  The man and woman at her sides sat back out of the 
way and burst out laughing.  The second man started to get embarrassed when his buddy 
exclaimed, "What was that, butter fingers, or should I say 'butter dick'?" 

The second man said,  "Come on, let's get out of here before the old man shows." Then 
they all went back to the beach.  

No sooner had they left, than Marnie felt a wet nose sniffing her left breast, then under 
her belly to her pubic mound, and finally around back to her snatch. "Oh god," she 
thought, I've got to get back up."  But, try as she might, with her legs pulled far apart, she 
could neither stand nor roll over to her side.  She tried to scream at the creature through 
her gag, but it just got it more excited.  She felt a broad rough tongue glide the full length 
of her pussy several times, then she felt it curl and try to lap inside.  She was frantic. 

She wanted to cum, but not like this.  

Then she heard, "Oh, Buster, (whistle), here boy.  (Whistle).  Come on boy." The sound 
grew louder as the person neared, then grew softer as the person passed.  When the 
person was near, Buster stopped what he was doing.  When it passed, he went back to 
licking.  When Buster's coast was clear, he went up on Marnie's back, hooked his front 
paws around her hips and started to hump her ass.  His dick was riding in the crack, not 
entering any openings when she heard an uproarious laugh.  It was Larcher.  Marnie tried 
to scream at him, but he stood with a Palmcorder taking in this humorous site.  Marnie 
shook her whole body violently, flopping her breasts wildly, which got the attention of the 
dog for just a second, and he plunged at her again, this time he was knocking at her anus.  
Buster was pushing but Marnie fought the attack, clamping down.  

Then she heard,  "Okay, you mangy critter, you've had your fun."  Then there was a 
kicking sound and a dog's plaintive yelping fading off into the distance. 

Larcher untied her legs first.  Marnie rolled over to her side and brought them together, 
thankfully, at last.  Larcher took off the blindfold and assessed her level of anger before 
deciding to release her hands, leaving her gag for last. 

"How could you do this to me, you fucking bastard.  I could have been killed, injured, or . . 
." Marnie unloaded at him, as she broke into tears.  

Then it occurred to her that Larcher did not have any clothes on.  

"Let's go.  They're done photographing.   They're just relaxing waiting for you to return."  
He said, helping her up.  "I'd lose the nightgown, if I were you, you'll have everyone 
staring at you like that.  Nobody wears a nightgown on a nude beach." 

"What about my robe?"  She asked. 

"I'll carry that for you.  I'll even carry the nightgown hidden inside, so it's not so 
conspicuous." 

"Thanks for small favors."  Marnie thought, sarcastically to herself. 

Larcher had Marnie walk in front of him on the trail.  He wanted to admire that firm ass on 
the 39 yr. old, her strong legs, and sensuous back.  He gave her directions, and when they 
turned, he delighted in the sides of the large breasts, as they would bounce into view.  
When they got to the beach, Larcher walked beside her on the waterside so the 
sunbathers could admire her exceptional body.  

At first Marnie wanted to cover herself as they walked, but instantly discovered that she 
was more embarrassed covering her nudity than just being natural with it.  By the time 
they were getting close to the shoot Marnie asked,  "Mr. Larcher, can I have my robe 
back please?"  She did not want her daughter to see her naked.  Brenda and her mother 
had not seen much of each other naked for years.  She wanted to be spared this one 
humiliation, even if it meant greater humiliation from the other bathers, but Larcher 
ignored her request.  

They were within eyesight of the jetty and all she could see was someone siting down in 
the sun in a beach chair.  As they got closer, she realized that Kenneth, Maggie and 
Brenda were all sitting out in the sun in beach chairs, nude.  

"My god, there is my daughter nude, with two total strangers, as if there was nothing 
wrong.  I can't help being nude, I'm being forced. But, she's doing it by choice.  Where did 
I go wrong with her." Marnie was brooding as they closed in. 

"Hi Mom," Brenda said cheerfully,  "been having fun on the beach? You don't look 
burned, but you never know.  Here, let Maggie and I put some lotion on you."  

Marnie just stared dazed and confused.  Then she realized the crusty cum all up and down 
her legs.  

"Oh, I think I'll dip in the water first."  She said, in hopes of cleaning up first. 

"That's the spirit, Mom."  Brenda encouraged. 

Marnie went in and started to luxuriate in the deep blue, as she got used to the 
temperature.  It was nice to go out far enough to tread water, have her legs move freely 
without restraint.  It was different than wearing a bathing suit. Although there is only a 
square foot or two difference in skin exposure, the areas usually covered by a suit felt 
delightful in the water.  She thought back, as she bobbed in the water,  "Have I ever 
skinny dipped?"  She could not remember a time except in fantasy.  

Then she noticed people in the water around her.  No one cared that she was nude.  She 
stopped caring that they were nude.  Everywhere she looked, people were nude and did 
not care.  "What was my fuss, anyway. This is really no big deal.  It is kind of the ultimate 
acceptance in a way, to be naked in front of all of these people and no one cares. They'd 
only care if I wasn't naked" She pondered.  "Then there's Brenda.  How did she get so 
free with herself?  My, she's beautiful. How did she discover this before me?  Where have 
I been?  Am I just too narrow to appreciate these joys?  Roger.  Oh, he'd never do this.  
What if we went as a family?  No, Roger and Brenda naked in front of each other, it could 
never be.  I could come back here.  Maybe just Roger and me.  Would he?  What would he 
think if I asked . . ." Marnie's reveries were interrupted by Brenda who came up behind 
her and tickled her sides. 

"Having fun?"  She asked. 

"Oh, Brenda, you startled me.  Come here.  (Kiss on the cheek)  You've taught me 
something about myself today." 

"What's that Mom?" 

"Like Larcher said, 'don't knock it unless you try it'.  It took me being here with you, 
seeing you free with yourself, my own daughter, to learn how to be a little freer with 
myself."  She confessed.  
"I don't know how I feel about all of this yet, but I do sense I have jumped a hurdle in my 
life, thanks to you." 

"Hey Mom, I just get it from you." 

They hugged as best they could in open water. 

"But Honey, just trust me when I tell you to stay away from Larcher. He looks like he is 
trying to help you, but deep down, he's no good. You just have to believe me when I tell 
you this."  Marnie implored her. 

"Oh Mom, I can take care of myself.  Com'on, I'll race you in." Brenda challenged. 

They sprinted back to shore and ran out of the water together, up to in front of the three 
watching them.  They came to a stop panting, mother and daughter, hands on knees 
laughing, happy, out of breath.  

"My this is a picture," Kenneth said,  "the two prettiest ladies on the beach laughing 
together."  Maggie turned and backhanded his upper arm.  "Except my lovely wife here, 
of course."  He added as he rubbed off the sting. 

"Yeah, why don't you do another shoot, this time with Missy, here." Larcher said, 
standing up at her side facing Kenneth and Maggie, putting his arm across her back. 

Marnie stood up to shrug off Larcher's touch.  "No I really don't think so." She said. 

"Com'on Mom, it would be cool.  You'd look great.  Dad's birthday is coming up. You'd 
have his present already for him.  Kenneth and Maggie are really good." Brenda assured 
her. 

"You know Marnie, I have the stuff I need in the van to do some boudoir shots right out 
here.  I'd use the sun overhead by shooting from my stepladder.  You have a nightgown 
and robe.  We could do some great things with this combination. You really should consider 
it." Kenneth added.  "We have the best makeup artist this side of the Mississippi to doll 
you up, so that you'd be really proud of the results.  Anything you don't want to give to 
your husband on his birthday, you can save for another time, when you feel he may 
deserve them." He said with a gleam in his eye. 

"She'll do it."  Larcher said. 

"Hey Mom, remember our little talk out in the water.  Give it a try. I did and I'm glad I 
did.  You'll look great, really."  Brenda said doing her best at convincing her.  

"Okay, just a few."  Marnie conceded. 

"Okay then, Walter, maybe you'd help me with things in the van. Marnie I leave you in 
Maggie's care.  Brenda, well you just stay as cute as you are, no you can come with us, I 
could probably use another pair of hands."  Kenneth directed around the group. 

Brenda put on her mom's robe, and the men put on pants to walk back to the van. Marnie 
sat in the shade under the umbrella and let Maggie do her magic. 

The three came back with some cloth, poles, a ladder, an ottoman, and other 
miscellaneous things.  While Marnie was getting the treatment, the three put up a set over 
the sand.  There was a large piece of white material, which lay along the sand and was held 
up in back as a nondescript backdrop.  The ottoman was set center stage covered with a 
black satiny cloth that spilled over onto the ground away from the ottoman.  The black and 
white contrast set off spot colors on Marnie, like her deep blue eyes and now red finger 
and toenails, nipples, and lipstick covered lips. 

When everything was ready, they all turned their attention to Marnie, and were all 
impressed with how well Maggie had turned her out.  It looked like she had used body 
blush in spots, and added extra color to her nipples and aureoles. Marnie was now keeping 
herself shaved all of the time, and while this was not rare at the beach, it made her more 
noticeable to any passersby. 

Kenneth had her put her nightie and robe back on.  Marnie actually felt uncomfortable 
wearing clothes, when all around her were not.  He posed her in straight and provocative 
poses in each stage of dress and undress.  By the time she was posing in her nightie, the 
people walking the beach stopped to watch, rather than just rubber neck and keep on 
going.  Marnie was lost in the moment, nourished by Kenneth's praise for her looks and 
performance, and thrilled by stretching the edge of her envelop. She did not notice the 
magnitude of the crowd that had gathered, until Kenneth broke to get a couple of other 
cameras that were loaded with new film. 

Fifty-sixty people, all nude gathered to watch Kenneth have Marnie get cutesy and 
kittenish with the camera.  He had her accenting her breasts, accenting her hips, her ass, 
come hither looks, I want you now looks, let me give you what you need looks, and so on.  
Marnie was getting really hot playing to the camera, by Kenneth seducing her mind for the 
shots, and from periodic glances at pricks and breasts all around. 

"Oh what am I going to do now?"  She thought, "I'm getting it bad again.  I could fuck 
every guy in this crowd on the spot. Oh god, where is that Buster now, just when I need 
him."  She finally thought jokingly, to cut her tension with a bit of inside humor. 

The nightie was to come off.  Where she had felt uncomfortable nude when she got there, 
then felt uncomfortable with clothes back on, was now full circle to being self-conscious of 
her nudity again, being posed, openly displayed, and watched intently by over one hundred 
eyes.  Brenda stood to the side silently cheering her mother on. Marnie was embarrassed 
to be posed sitting back on the edge of the ottoman, arms straight, hands back supporting 
her from the other edge, her head back looking almost behind her, her breasts jutting up to 
the camera, her knees falling lazily to the sides.  She could not even look back at the 
Brenda and the people looking at her cunt and breasts.  Waves of humiliation were 
washing over her; her cunt was glistening its moistness in the sunlight; but she was used to 
riding these waves of humiliation lately.  She could do it again. 

Then suddenly she sensed a mass change in the onlookers, as if everyone was holding 
their breath at the same time.  Then she felt a lick up her cunt.  She broke out of her 
trance and snapped her head up to stare in horror at a mangy excuse for a dog sniffing and 
licking her snatch.  Then from the crowd a voice, BUSTER!  COME HERE!  Leave these 
nice people alone!  Come here boy. No!  No! No!  No!" 

Marnie looked at Brenda, who was snickering, but trying to hide it with her fingers.  She 
looked past her at the onlookers smiling, laughing, and now, audibly talking amongst 
themselves.  Marnie did not know whether she was going to laugh or cry, but something 
was about to overtake her, so she forced it to be a laugh.  This gave the signal for 
everyone to laugh, and for a few minutes, it was a party. 

When the laughter died down, people started, slowly but surely, to move along on their 
ways.  

Kenneth said, "That's going to have to about do it.  I think I'm basically out of film for 
this.� 

On the ride home, Marnie and Brenda sat close in the back.  Marnie had her arms around 
her and Brenda had her head on Marnie's shoulder. Larcher said, after a long stretch of 
silence, "So Missy, I think you're happy you came after all, am I right?" 

Brenda's head turned to look at her mother for her reaction. 

"I guess you win, it had its moments."  Marnie conceded causing Brenda to smile. 

"So, don't you think an apology and a 'thank you' is in order?"  He asked. 

Marnie looked at her daughter, "If only she knew the real story."  She thought. "Yes Mr. 
Larcher, I enjoyed much of it, I am sorry for what I said to you earlier, and thank you for 
doing this for us."  She complied.  "There I said it you pig!  Go crawl back under the rock 
you came from and leave us alone."  She added in her mind. 

"Oh, you can call me Walter, Missy.  Brenda does." 

"Thank you W a l t e r.  You can call me Marnie, that's my name." 

"Oh, 'Missy' works for me." 

They rode the rest of the way home in silence. 

Marnie wore one of the sexy numbers Brenda had brought, for the way home.  The sexy 
number, the nightgown and robe, it was all the same, she didn't want Roger seeing her in 
either one.  She would have a lot of explaining to do as it was. "Brenda, Honey, how about 
you go in the front, take your dad into the kitchen and distract him for a few minutes while 
I slip upstairs.  Do you think you could do that for me?" 

"Sure Mom.  I've got him wrapped around this one."  She said, holding up her right pinkie 
finger. 

"Yes Dear, I know.  Now go." 

Marnie heard them talking faintly.  "Didn't you read my note?  I left it in plain view in the 
kitchen . . ." She snuck in and hurried upstairs, grabbed some clothes and changed in the 
bathroom.  

"Marnie?!"  She heard Roger calling. 

"I'm upstairs in the bathroom.  I thought I was going to burst.  I'm coming right down."  
She yelled back. 

Marnie joined her family in the kitchen as quickly as she could.  "Mom, did you do 
something with the note I left Dad right about here?" 

"Is that what that was.  I thought it was my marketing list, it was folded, I couldn't tell." 

"So what have you two been up to today.  I've been worried sick." Roger demanded. 

"Well, Mom's been working on a surprise for you for your birthday, and if I tell you what I 
was up to, it will give you too many clues to your surprise.  You'll just have to wait to see 
for a couple more weeks."  Brenda concocted. 

"Brenda, Dear, is there a friend you could look up on short notice to hang out with for a 
while?  I think I owe your father a back rub, or something, to ease the tension and anxiety 
we put him through today." 

"Sure Mom, I'll take care of it.  Just give me half an hour and I'll be out of your hair."  
Brenda said happily. 

For the interim they grazed and nibbled on their individual favorites in the kitchen 
together.  The doorbell rang and Brenda got up saying, "That's for me. You lovebirds sit 
tight." 

"So how about that 'or something?'"  Roger asked amorously. 

"Sure thing Lover."  Marnie served back.  

Then they kissed across the corner of the table, just as they heard from the hall,  "Hi, 
Jeff.  Thanks for picking me up."