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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... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 55