My boyfriend's parents had invited me to a camping trip at the National Park Santa Teresa, east of Montevideo, a place with over 1000hectares of nature, bordered by beautiful beaches. It was an ideal and necessary activity in every way; it was time to get to know my family better and for them to know me too. Christian and I were about to reach our third year together and I felt it was time for them to know another facet of mine, different from the one I showed during dinners, birthdays, and events where I introduced myself.
His father, Miguel, was the one driving the vehicle; a man quite well-preserved despite his fifty-nine years. He would flirt with me, saying that in the park he would have to protect me from buzzards (harassers); or that he wouldn't have any problems letting me sleep in his tent if I was afraid of the night. His mother, Marisa, of similar age although I must confess that her physical appearance contrasted with how well she took care of her husband, never stopped caressing her husband's shoulder, sharing a mate, giving him reprimanding pinches every time he made jokes, calling him a buzzard more.
Arrived at the famous park, they rented an agrestal parcel. The place is divided into noise zones and silence zones, for young people who come to party on one side, and for older people or families who come to enjoy nature on the other. This last was the obvious choice to camp, a quiet spot in the midst of the dense forest.
Now, how was I supposed to know that something initially fun was going to get so out of hand?
I. Beach volleyball with my father-in-law and his friends
Everything seemed like paradise. The pure air, chatting in a group sitting on an old wooden bench, with the sound of the sea just a few hundred meters ahead, with an impressively celestial sky. His parents went to the beach and asked us to join them, but Christian told them to go ahead, that he wanted to talk to me privately first. So when they left, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
What's up with you, girl?
Super good. I love your dad, he's making me crazy with so many compliments.
It's usually a complete pain in the neck with me and my brother, I mean, I was scared it would be the same with you. But it seems like I'll have to be careful, or he might steal your girlfriend, huh?
—Oh, exaggerated! I'm going to change, baby.
So I put on a black bikini with tied laces, as well as a sarong that covered me from the waist down.
We went to the beach to look for his dads. My boyfriend was joking that he would take off my swimsuit to conquer his father and win his heart, saying it's a man of 'tails', but between laughs I replied that I didn't want him to, just leave me alone. To make matters worse, he wanted to untie the strings of my bikini, justifying that his dad would love seeing me naked.
Seriously, honey, with that tiny butt of a heart attack you're going to drive him crazy and he won't leave you alone.
Okay, let go of me! But are you my boyfriend or a pervert? Holy cow, you're going to leave me naked if you pull on the ropes, you jerk!
His father approached trotting, with a volleyball in hand.
Hey, you, young guy! Where were you?! How about we play a beach volleyball game against my colleagues? I'm missing a man, and since there isn't one, I thought of you, son.
Ha ha, you're so funny, old man! Look, playing volleyball against dinosaurs must be a mind-blowing experience, but I'll pass.
—I said you didn't have enough balls to play with us! Rocio, sweetie!
Sir Michael?
—Do you want to play volleyball? My wife has disappeared along with the ladies of my colleagues, I don't have anyone who can keep me company.
—Ah, leave her alone! Rocio is more into tennis, she's not going to play volleyball. Normal that mom got fed up with the other ladies and moved on to something else, who in the hell wants to watch old guys playing volleyball bare-chested? It's not pleasant to look at, you know?
Well, the truth is I don't know how to play much volleyball but it wasn't my plan to reject my boyfriend's dad. I mean, had we traveled to an extreme of my country so that his dad could hang out with his colleagues, his mom with her friends, and me alone with my boyfriend? The idea behind the trip was to spend time with his parents, so I scolded my guy.
—Stop treating your dad like that! If you're not going to play, I'll do it instead.
Are you serious, Rocio? Are you sure? With my dad and his colleagues?
—That's it, my little girl has saved the afternoon! Come, sweetie, you're going to be my partner, we'll play against Don Rafael and Don Gabriel, some colleagues I found here.
—Ah, like the three archangels! Of course yes, Mr. Miguel!
Come on, call me 'daddy', since you're part of the family now. Besides, I never had a daughter and it's a thrill for me. And you, miserable beardless one, did you already tell this precious girl that you wet the bed until you were six years old? Don't dare come with us. Go with your mother, she left to visit the park museum with her friends.
Hey, old man! Rocio, be careful with the balloons, canes and pills! - my boy jeered at me
Saint God, already let them stop fighting! I protested, while your dad was dragging me by the waistband.
On a secluded sand court weakly outlined, with a poor and worn-out net that divided it, my father-in-law's two friends were sitting on a bench and chatting amiably, their torsos bare and wearing only shorts. A small ice cooler filled with beer cans was to the side. It was serious business that no one would want to see elderly gentlemen playing volleyball, everyone gathered nearby to watch other games, such as handball, beach soccer, and even volleyball, but practiced by energetic young people.
Mother of God! What part of heaven did you fall from, little angel? —my friend snapped at seeing us. It was Gabriel, very tall, with a physical build quite pleasing to my sight. He must have been some kind of athlete in his youth. Brown-skinned, well-groomed and shaved, the whole gentleman who conquered me with his piercing gaze and captivating smile with dimples.
Is that your daughter, Miguel? asked Mr. Rafael. Short compared to his friends, somewhat hairy, with a shy beer belly, contagious laughter and sparkling eyes... I think I'm in love!
Behave, friends, it's my wife. Her name is Rocio. Look, sweetie, this is Gabriel. The other one is Rafael. Don't mind them too much, they're just joking with you.
Good afternoons, gentlemen!
Ah, but don't put that pretty face on, I'm merciless when I enter the court, nobody is spared! Here there are no girlfriends or friends, only rivals! I turn into a beast on the court!
—Yes, I see you transforming into Moby Dick —his friend Gabriel jeered, slapping his belly—, come on, I've been wanting to play for ages!
I and my father-in-law were going to start, so I took off the skirt to put it on the bench, I would be much more comfortable without it. When I entered the pitch, Don Rafael whistled at me to get me in the mood.
Oh no! What a mess with the little girl!
Ah, what a sweetie pie! Said Don Gabriel with a wide smile, 'Is there still a possibility that you'll give up on that young fellow you're dating?'
Never mind, they want to make you nervous, sweetie, let's play!
He asked me to get out and I couldn't find the words to describe the intense tingling I felt with so many compliments, it was something that probably they said to distract me, yes, but I liked it because they weren't coarse. My heart wanted to run wild; I hugged the ball and smiled like a fool while the men settled into their positions.
Come on, Rocio, take it out and show them what you're made of!
—Yes, Mr. M... dad!
So I launched the ball into the air, arched my back backwards and, drawing an arc with my arm, sent the ball with a powerful jump. When I followed the trajectory of the ball with my gaze, I realized that both my father-in-law and his two friends preferred to watch me rather than the ball poking in the opposite area.
They were agape and perplexed. At that time I thought they were just nice to me and gave me an easy point, to break the ice like that.
—Point, dad!
—This... —Don Gabriel screwed up his eyes.
What the hell am I seeing? - Don Rafael was looking at me and then at my father-in-law alternatively.
—Good service, Rocio... Good service, we start winning, that's... good, that's very good! —She came closer and took my shoulder—. And put on the bikini, sweetie, your lower part has fallen off.
My blood froze. What had happened? Well, the string at the bottom of my swimsuit had come undone, revealing my chubby bits; the first thing I thought was that I wanted to kill my boyfriend since he spent the whole damn evening trying to pull them off as a joke. After loosening them, the jerk served me on a silver platter to some fifty-year-olds; his father and his two friends saw that the little one was going bald at zero, plus having a small rose tattoo on her waist strategically hidden by the bikini. Well, now nothing was hidden...
Ten minutes later, when I stopped crying with snot hanging from my nose on the wooden bench, always comforted by the three gentlemen who wouldn't stop taking away the seriousness of the matter, I decided to continue with the volley of mess. I wiped my tears and started laughing at the jokes they were telling me to lift my spirits. Yes, I adjusted my waistband five or six times, just in case another disaster happened again.
Okay, we're winning, sweety. Get her out!
–I won't let you get away with this again, sweetie! – laughed Don Rafael.
I came out again. I kicked it very hard, it went outside. But the gentlemen, the three ripe archangels, preferred to see me again before observing the ball piercing towards the beach. I thought I was going to faint, that is to say, I had no idea what I was showing them now, nor was I excited about knowing it. They repeated those stunned faces while I started to pant nervously.
—Okay, this is getting interesting —said Don Gabriel, adjusting the package, I'm sure it's getting hard because of my fault. He smiled at me.
Sweety, please don't cry again... but now the top of your bikini...
When I found out that the strap of my bikini's neckline had given way, also due to my boyfriend's attempt to loosen it, I collapsed again. The reason I wore a black bikini was simply to conceal the small piercings on my nipples... that is, hide them from my parents. But there they were, flaunting their barbell studs in all their glory, sparkling in the sun as the top of my bikini fluttered around the court...
Twenty minutes later, after my tears and snot had dried up, I decided to go back to playing the damn volleyball game again. This time, the three men agreed to help me secure each of the strings on my bikini. Don Gabriel joked that I shouldn't trust Don Rafael, who would surely loosen them, but luckily they were just jokes to lift my spirits.
It was my turn for the opponents to hit the ball. And the game got very weird because all the balls were being sent to me so I could strain myself and give them a view not only from the front but also behind, every time I ran, jumped, and threw myself at all the serves. But it was obvious that I wasn't playing well at volleyball, always ending up missing my spikes, tripping, and even groaning in pain each time the balls came very hard.
Fortunately nothing unusual happened. When the first set ended, which by the way we lost, we turned around to sit on the bench. The sun was already setting in the horizon, tinting the beach orange, filling it with golden sparks; beer cups started flowing. Don Rafael passed me a small beer.
Hey Rocio, seriously you're very beautiful and fun, Miguel's son is a lucky boy. Generally girls these days are divas, but I'm glad it's not your case.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Rafael. You're very funny, you made me laugh a lot with your jokes.
It's very young that boy you have as a boyfriend, I'm sure you'll enjoy someone with more experience, picked up Don Gabriel, teasing me.
Hey, hey! Pirates! If you're with my son, it's because he likes him, and now that Rocío is spending time with me, you'll see I multiply all those qualities that that young guy inherited from me. Ha, the father-in-law has authority here!
Damned be it, I have daughters, not sons —Don Gabriel ran his hand through his white hair before wrapping his arm around my waist to press me against his dark body—. How much longer will you be staying here? ¡How I want a little one like you, sweetie! ¿Cuánto tiempo más vas a estar por aquí?
—See you tomorrow, Mr. Gabriel —I had a beer.
—Miguel, I'm a good friend and invite her to that special spot, what do you say? Tomorrow morning.
—Oh! Rocio —my father-in-law wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I was trapped between two old men; there were more sparks between us than in the sea—. My wife already has planned to visit the wetlands tomorrow, surely Gabriel and Rafael's ladies will be coming with them. Do you want to spend it with them or with us? We won't be going to the wetlands, but a very special and secret place instead. I promise you'll love it.
Ugh, the truth is that I have to make the most of it and spend time with his wife too, which is why I came here...
—I understand, Rocio. It's understandable. Well, we're just old folks who've come to nothing.
No... don't say that! And don't make that face, Mr. Mig... I mean, dad —I said, caressing his leg—. Of course, I'll keep them company, it would be a great thrill to spend time with them!
Really? --Don Gabriel, who was still hugging my waist, squeezed tightly--. Rocio, really you fell from heaven, where are your wings? Confess!
—Ah, yeah, exaggerated!
After drinking and laughing for a bit, my father-in-law and I went back to the estate because it was getting dark. Holding hands like we were a couple. He super smiling and me very clingy to his body, the truth is that I was really enjoying that flirtatious and mischievous side of that man, not to mention his friends. The accidents during our volleyball game remained on the beach, like a secret buried under thick sand and sunset sparks. Moreover, my desire to kill my boyfriend disappeared and all I wanted was to see him as soon as possible.
Don Miguel prepared a bonfire while I was bathing; later my boyfriend and his mom joined us, who had returned from the park museum. After dinner, their parents went to their tent, while I counted the seconds until my guy grabbed my hand and took me to his or my tent, but already! And that's how it was. Inside his tent, drawing sparks on his chest, I retouched a bit of what happened that afternoon.
—So you beat Papa's friends! What a champion!
Ugh, baby, do you think we should do something?
At that moment we listened to some timid moans coming from the parents' tent. It was evident that they too, by the look, were wanting to do something. I laughed but my guy stayed with his face scared. I combed him with my fingers:
Christian, does it gross you out that your parents do it?
Okay. They're my parents, girl. How uncomfortable! Do you mind if we sleep and continue tomorrow? —he asked, wrapping himself in a blanket and closing his eyes. I didn't make him pay attention even though he was scolding me. I even put my hand out to pet his belly but it didn't work, it seemed like knowing that his parents were having sex cut off the whole vibe.
So I left her store, quite annoyed, and looked sideways at the tent where her parents were doing it. Thanks to the glow of a streetlamp behind the trees, I could see the dark silhouette of both of them inside. I was going to go back to my tent, but I heard Don Miguel begging his lady:
Look, dear, look how I am, don't leave me like this.
I discovered, as I approached silently, that they weren't having sex. From the shadow it cast, I understood he was on top of his wife, encouraging her to have relations, but the lady didn't want anything to do with it.
—But what's wrong with you, Miguel? Let me sleep, my head hurts.
Are you seeing this piece of erection I have, Marisa?
When he said that, the gentleman got down on his knees, profile, and I could see the cock of my father-in-law (better said, the shadow) agape. It was enormous! Of course it was a damn shadow, normal that it seemed titanic, deceiving my perception! But what if not? Mother of mine, why didn't the son inherit that lance? He started to squeeze it, it seemed like he was looking for his wife's hand so she could check on him but the woman didn't want to know anything about anything.
I got so hot seeing that sword that I didn't hesitate to put my hand under my cotton short and touch myself. I couldn't believe it, that gentleman was begging for sex and his lady wouldn't satisfy him. And I had implored my boyfriend to calm the heat that was burning me.
I enjoyed the two sides of voyeurism that time. In the evening, I was exposing myself to some gentlemen who were triple my age. At night, spying on my father-in-law masturbating. I thought, while my fine fingers entered and left my humid cave, that Don Miguel was probably hard up thanks to me and my mishaps during the volleyball game. He was probably touching himself imagining my Booty, my sex, my pierced nipples, remembering my moans...
I bit my fist to not moan because the orgasm I had was unforgettable. I fell there, on the floor, twisting and tensing my fingers inside me. As I recovered my vision, which had clouded over during climax, I looked back at the store; the poor man, it seemed, was also coming in a handkerchief or T-shirt that he brought himself.
Don Miguel..., I whispered with my fine fingers making hooks in my damp cave, seeing golden sparks in the black sky.
II. Displayed, perverted and fucked by my grandfather and his friends
The next day, when my father-in-law left his shop to stretch, I practically leapt at him to give him good morning and fill his face with kisses. He took me by the shoulders and told me to hurry up and we'd sneak out, that he would call his wife later to tell her we were changing plans, that we wouldn't be going with her to the wetlands.
With loose shirt, shorts and sandals, I entered the forest on my way to a new adventure, always taken by his warm hand, always stuck to his body.
The zone I wanted to show me was a beautiful natural pool where lotus flowers were floating; the place is fed by a small but high waterfall whose sound was celestial; all that little paradise was hidden in the midst of the forest's thickness. To my surprise, Don Gabriel and Don Rafael were already waiting for us, seated on folding chairs, practically glued to the water. They were discussing with jokes, didn't notice us arriving.
Good day, gentlemen! As I promised, I came to have a good time with you.
—Ah, Rocio, come sit on my lap! —said the guy from Don Gabriel, showing me his smile with dimples—. It's punishment for losing yesterday's volleyball game.
Hey sweetie, my father-in-law grabbed me by the shoulder—. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or think badly of us. You know how we are, we like to joke around and tease, but I want you to know that when you feel something doesn't please you, you can say it and we'll respect it.
It's nothing, 'daddy', it's just what happens when you lose.
So I sat down on the lap of Don Gabriel amidst laughter and applause; I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. My father-in-law handed out cigars, asking me if it would bother me before they started smoking. To be honest, I'm not used to that but I wasn't going to be a spoilsport, I told him it didn't bother me the slightest.
Now it's my turn, said Don Rafael, standing up with white ladyboys in hand, biting his Havana. My punishment for Rocio, for having lost yesterday, is that she wears this.
I thought I was wasting my time or seriously thinking that I would put on that Lycra thong. It was tiny! I usually wear thongs, but for the pleasure of my guy, not for the enjoyment of some fifty-year-olds. And it's not that I'm self-conscious, but I have a slightly wide waist, which... yes, makes me self-conscious sometimes! Then she showed off a half-cup bra to match. The giggle I let out revealed my nervousness.
I stole it from my granddaughter before coming here.
Ah! They're really taking her seriously if they think I'll put up with that!
But if you're so beautiful, won't you give us a thrill? —asked Don Gabriel, hugging me to press me against his dark and muscular chest, kissing my whole face.
Ugh, that's enough! I don't know... I don't like wearing bikinis so small. Well, you see, I have big breasts... and then there's my waist, which is... good...
---What's wrong with you? ---Don Rafael approached with his ladyboy in hand---. Don't tell me you're neurotic, if you're a vice! Look at us, girl! We're not exactly models!
—Make Moby Dick your case —Mr. Gabriel told me, kissing my nose—. If you do, I promise you'll take a stroll around the mall, what do you say? I'll buy all the clothes you want.
Sufficient, friends, if my daughter-in-law doesn't want, well it's said... My father-in-law now ran his hand through his hair, panting, visibly sad.
—Oh, yeah! Screw you guys...
So I headed behind the waterfall to change as they applauded and cheered me on amidst the dense haze of cigar smoke surrounding them. I undressed; shorts, bralette, and panties outside. I couldn't see the gentlemen well since the waterfall water distorted my vision, but roughly imagined they could perceive my nudity, which made my heart accelerate its uncontrollable beats.
I started to put on the thong over my legs; it was tight, not my size, but I fought and managed to put it on. As I adjusted the front edges that covered my sex and settled it well between my buttocks, I couldn't help a shiver that ran from my vulva to my shoulders. I felt how that strap was digging into my glutes; the fabric between my legs sank in, getting into the middle of my body, provoking me a rich sensation. In front, due to its tight fit, my intimate lips were roughly outlined beneath the small triangular piece of cloth.
I think the best thing will be to take it off, it's too tight, I thought, trying to look at my Booty. I saw how the string disappeared between my plump buttocks. At that moment, without expecting it, someone slipped in behind the waterfall and stole not only my clothes but also the bra that matched my string. I got out immediately, covering my large breasts with one arm.
—Ah, Don Rafael! He's a liar and also a cheat! I don't feel well about it!
Ugh, mom! I said, putting my clothes on her shoulder, backing away to her seat, laughing all the time. Rocio, you're such a sl*t mother!
I advanced until I reached where they were, already seated, laughing comfortably in that spiral of grey smoke they had forged with their cigars; looking at me from top to bottom without any pretence. It didn't seem funny to me at all, rather my brow was quite serious. Don Gabriel blew out the smoke from his cigar:
He hasn't finished his punishment. Come back onto my lap.
I want them to return my clothes - I said sitting down where they had ordered me to, always covering my breasts. Coughing also.
Rocío, you're really a very flirtatious girl, said Don Gabriel, embracing me around the waist, playing with my thread.
When we were your age, we used to come here with a cigar in hand - said my father-in-law -, and bring our girls to undress and enjoy nature. You see that there's no nude beach around, so we had to look for a special spot. Yesterday we wanted to invite them but they preferred other plans, as you can see.
Girl —said Don Rafael, taking a strong drag on his Havana—. Yesterday was very special, playing volleyball, I mean. I love it when a woman shows her body with total naturalness, when she doesn't feel ashamed. Tell me, yesterday, did you do it on purpose? Did you feel comfortable like that, even if only for brief seconds, showing yourself naturally?
Don't mention yesterday, please, I'm not an exhibitionist or anything... - Arms were getting tired of holding up my breasts.
Our ladies have been complicated for a while now, I don't know if it's from us or themselves. That's why they didn't want to come here. But when I saw you yesterday so flirtatious, playing with us and showing yourself so natural, showing that precious tiny ass of yours... well, it made us nostalgic, what can I say? Don't you mind if we undress, right?
Are you serious, gentlemen? Are they going to undress here?
Look at it like this, sweetie. This way we match up what happened yesterday. We saw you fully, huh?
Don Rafael kissed my shoulder and brought me back against his chest. On the other side, my father-in-law and Don Rafael got up to take off their clothes. They had their sexes asleep, although Mr. Gabriel's felt palpating under my thighs. I won't lie, surrounded by plums, my body heated up, got dizzy, was overwhelmed by the situation and the cigar smoke. I didn't know what to say or do; reason escaped me in a tumultuous chaos.
Don't be ashamed, Rocio, lower your arm —he whispered to me while the other two gentlemen entered the water, waiting for me. Several loud kisses fell on me again. Cheek, nose, chin, ear, between the eyes.
Don Gabriel... Ugh, okay, that's enough with the kisses! But if they mock me, I'll cut this off at the slightest provocation.
So I closed my eyes, sighed and lowered my arm, letting my breasts fall slowly and show themselves in all their fullness, adorned with those piercings that sparkled in the sun. I stood up from the cushion that was embracing me.
She was practically naked, with that thread that did nothing but highlight my shame, almost trembling before gentlemen who tripled my age. My father-in-law extended his hand and invited me to join them in that natural pool filled with lotus flowers. Golden flashes on all sides.
I was so absorbed in thought when I entered that I didn't even notice I stepped on a uneven surface. I ended up slipping but managed to hold myself up by my grandfather's legs. His sex was awakening right before my eyes. Discreetly, I looked the other way, but where I observed there were only more cocks and even harder ones. Don Rafael helped me get back up, taking my hand and pulling me against his hairy chest, sticking me to his beer gut. The tip of his cock hit my stomach.
Ah! Chill him, scratching his chest.
—Oops... Sorry, girl, it's that... Just look at yourself, how yummy you are! It's normal to lift your spirits like this.
It's nothing, Don Rafael.
He splashed water on my face to relax the matter. The two men behind me approached to surround me, pushing aside lotus flowers as they passed, with their masts completely armed and pointing at me.
We've got visitors -- whispered my grandfather-in-law --. There are some boys watching us behind the rocks and bushes. What a bunch of vultures, ha!
I looked at them out of the corner of my eye, hidden behind some bushes, they were six boys. Evidently they caught me looking at them like that so they smiled at me. I got alarmed and covered up again. I turned around and almost screamed from fright before the three little ones surrounded me to calm me down. I looked at my father-in-law.
—Ah, Don Miguel! Scare them, for God's sake! Doesn't it scare you that they're staring at us?
—For nothing, sweety. It's more, I like that we're seen with a girl as beautiful as you.
It's uncomfortable to me... Mother of mine, and they're still looking?
Red like a tomato, I received my father-in-law's hug. I was going to keep begging him to send them away because I didn't know them. But before I could say anything, he gave me a strong slap that made me jump; he pressed his fingers in hard, sinking them into my buttocks. My heart started racing, my father-in-law was touching me!... And I didn't feel bad. Confused, yes, a lot!, but not disgusted or anything like that.
—Ah! Don Miguel!
Three.
What?
Three boys are touching themselves.
Are they touching themselves? Oh yeah, it's squeezing me hard, Don Miguel... my Booty... it's squeezing me really hard!
Sweety, seriously, you have an out-of-series bum, oh wow! Excessive, they're going to fine you for that someday.
Will Continue
His father, Miguel, was the one driving the vehicle; a man quite well-preserved despite his fifty-nine years. He would flirt with me, saying that in the park he would have to protect me from buzzards (harassers); or that he wouldn't have any problems letting me sleep in his tent if I was afraid of the night. His mother, Marisa, of similar age although I must confess that her physical appearance contrasted with how well she took care of her husband, never stopped caressing her husband's shoulder, sharing a mate, giving him reprimanding pinches every time he made jokes, calling him a buzzard more.
Arrived at the famous park, they rented an agrestal parcel. The place is divided into noise zones and silence zones, for young people who come to party on one side, and for older people or families who come to enjoy nature on the other. This last was the obvious choice to camp, a quiet spot in the midst of the dense forest.
Now, how was I supposed to know that something initially fun was going to get so out of hand?
I. Beach volleyball with my father-in-law and his friends
Everything seemed like paradise. The pure air, chatting in a group sitting on an old wooden bench, with the sound of the sea just a few hundred meters ahead, with an impressively celestial sky. His parents went to the beach and asked us to join them, but Christian told them to go ahead, that he wanted to talk to me privately first. So when they left, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
What's up with you, girl?
Super good. I love your dad, he's making me crazy with so many compliments.
It's usually a complete pain in the neck with me and my brother, I mean, I was scared it would be the same with you. But it seems like I'll have to be careful, or he might steal your girlfriend, huh?
—Oh, exaggerated! I'm going to change, baby.
So I put on a black bikini with tied laces, as well as a sarong that covered me from the waist down.
We went to the beach to look for his dads. My boyfriend was joking that he would take off my swimsuit to conquer his father and win his heart, saying it's a man of 'tails', but between laughs I replied that I didn't want him to, just leave me alone. To make matters worse, he wanted to untie the strings of my bikini, justifying that his dad would love seeing me naked.
Seriously, honey, with that tiny butt of a heart attack you're going to drive him crazy and he won't leave you alone.
Okay, let go of me! But are you my boyfriend or a pervert? Holy cow, you're going to leave me naked if you pull on the ropes, you jerk!
His father approached trotting, with a volleyball in hand.
Hey, you, young guy! Where were you?! How about we play a beach volleyball game against my colleagues? I'm missing a man, and since there isn't one, I thought of you, son.
Ha ha, you're so funny, old man! Look, playing volleyball against dinosaurs must be a mind-blowing experience, but I'll pass.
—I said you didn't have enough balls to play with us! Rocio, sweetie!
Sir Michael?
—Do you want to play volleyball? My wife has disappeared along with the ladies of my colleagues, I don't have anyone who can keep me company.
—Ah, leave her alone! Rocio is more into tennis, she's not going to play volleyball. Normal that mom got fed up with the other ladies and moved on to something else, who in the hell wants to watch old guys playing volleyball bare-chested? It's not pleasant to look at, you know?
Well, the truth is I don't know how to play much volleyball but it wasn't my plan to reject my boyfriend's dad. I mean, had we traveled to an extreme of my country so that his dad could hang out with his colleagues, his mom with her friends, and me alone with my boyfriend? The idea behind the trip was to spend time with his parents, so I scolded my guy.
—Stop treating your dad like that! If you're not going to play, I'll do it instead.
Are you serious, Rocio? Are you sure? With my dad and his colleagues?
—That's it, my little girl has saved the afternoon! Come, sweetie, you're going to be my partner, we'll play against Don Rafael and Don Gabriel, some colleagues I found here.
—Ah, like the three archangels! Of course yes, Mr. Miguel!
Come on, call me 'daddy', since you're part of the family now. Besides, I never had a daughter and it's a thrill for me. And you, miserable beardless one, did you already tell this precious girl that you wet the bed until you were six years old? Don't dare come with us. Go with your mother, she left to visit the park museum with her friends.
Hey, old man! Rocio, be careful with the balloons, canes and pills! - my boy jeered at me
Saint God, already let them stop fighting! I protested, while your dad was dragging me by the waistband.
On a secluded sand court weakly outlined, with a poor and worn-out net that divided it, my father-in-law's two friends were sitting on a bench and chatting amiably, their torsos bare and wearing only shorts. A small ice cooler filled with beer cans was to the side. It was serious business that no one would want to see elderly gentlemen playing volleyball, everyone gathered nearby to watch other games, such as handball, beach soccer, and even volleyball, but practiced by energetic young people.
Mother of God! What part of heaven did you fall from, little angel? —my friend snapped at seeing us. It was Gabriel, very tall, with a physical build quite pleasing to my sight. He must have been some kind of athlete in his youth. Brown-skinned, well-groomed and shaved, the whole gentleman who conquered me with his piercing gaze and captivating smile with dimples.
Is that your daughter, Miguel? asked Mr. Rafael. Short compared to his friends, somewhat hairy, with a shy beer belly, contagious laughter and sparkling eyes... I think I'm in love!
Behave, friends, it's my wife. Her name is Rocio. Look, sweetie, this is Gabriel. The other one is Rafael. Don't mind them too much, they're just joking with you.
Good afternoons, gentlemen!
Ah, but don't put that pretty face on, I'm merciless when I enter the court, nobody is spared! Here there are no girlfriends or friends, only rivals! I turn into a beast on the court!
—Yes, I see you transforming into Moby Dick —his friend Gabriel jeered, slapping his belly—, come on, I've been wanting to play for ages!
I and my father-in-law were going to start, so I took off the skirt to put it on the bench, I would be much more comfortable without it. When I entered the pitch, Don Rafael whistled at me to get me in the mood.
Oh no! What a mess with the little girl!
Ah, what a sweetie pie! Said Don Gabriel with a wide smile, 'Is there still a possibility that you'll give up on that young fellow you're dating?'
Never mind, they want to make you nervous, sweetie, let's play!
He asked me to get out and I couldn't find the words to describe the intense tingling I felt with so many compliments, it was something that probably they said to distract me, yes, but I liked it because they weren't coarse. My heart wanted to run wild; I hugged the ball and smiled like a fool while the men settled into their positions.
Come on, Rocio, take it out and show them what you're made of!
—Yes, Mr. M... dad!
So I launched the ball into the air, arched my back backwards and, drawing an arc with my arm, sent the ball with a powerful jump. When I followed the trajectory of the ball with my gaze, I realized that both my father-in-law and his two friends preferred to watch me rather than the ball poking in the opposite area.
They were agape and perplexed. At that time I thought they were just nice to me and gave me an easy point, to break the ice like that.
—Point, dad!
—This... —Don Gabriel screwed up his eyes.
What the hell am I seeing? - Don Rafael was looking at me and then at my father-in-law alternatively.
—Good service, Rocio... Good service, we start winning, that's... good, that's very good! —She came closer and took my shoulder—. And put on the bikini, sweetie, your lower part has fallen off.
My blood froze. What had happened? Well, the string at the bottom of my swimsuit had come undone, revealing my chubby bits; the first thing I thought was that I wanted to kill my boyfriend since he spent the whole damn evening trying to pull them off as a joke. After loosening them, the jerk served me on a silver platter to some fifty-year-olds; his father and his two friends saw that the little one was going bald at zero, plus having a small rose tattoo on her waist strategically hidden by the bikini. Well, now nothing was hidden...
Ten minutes later, when I stopped crying with snot hanging from my nose on the wooden bench, always comforted by the three gentlemen who wouldn't stop taking away the seriousness of the matter, I decided to continue with the volley of mess. I wiped my tears and started laughing at the jokes they were telling me to lift my spirits. Yes, I adjusted my waistband five or six times, just in case another disaster happened again.
Okay, we're winning, sweety. Get her out!
–I won't let you get away with this again, sweetie! – laughed Don Rafael.
I came out again. I kicked it very hard, it went outside. But the gentlemen, the three ripe archangels, preferred to see me again before observing the ball piercing towards the beach. I thought I was going to faint, that is to say, I had no idea what I was showing them now, nor was I excited about knowing it. They repeated those stunned faces while I started to pant nervously.
—Okay, this is getting interesting —said Don Gabriel, adjusting the package, I'm sure it's getting hard because of my fault. He smiled at me.
Sweety, please don't cry again... but now the top of your bikini...
When I found out that the strap of my bikini's neckline had given way, also due to my boyfriend's attempt to loosen it, I collapsed again. The reason I wore a black bikini was simply to conceal the small piercings on my nipples... that is, hide them from my parents. But there they were, flaunting their barbell studs in all their glory, sparkling in the sun as the top of my bikini fluttered around the court...
Twenty minutes later, after my tears and snot had dried up, I decided to go back to playing the damn volleyball game again. This time, the three men agreed to help me secure each of the strings on my bikini. Don Gabriel joked that I shouldn't trust Don Rafael, who would surely loosen them, but luckily they were just jokes to lift my spirits.
It was my turn for the opponents to hit the ball. And the game got very weird because all the balls were being sent to me so I could strain myself and give them a view not only from the front but also behind, every time I ran, jumped, and threw myself at all the serves. But it was obvious that I wasn't playing well at volleyball, always ending up missing my spikes, tripping, and even groaning in pain each time the balls came very hard.
Fortunately nothing unusual happened. When the first set ended, which by the way we lost, we turned around to sit on the bench. The sun was already setting in the horizon, tinting the beach orange, filling it with golden sparks; beer cups started flowing. Don Rafael passed me a small beer.
Hey Rocio, seriously you're very beautiful and fun, Miguel's son is a lucky boy. Generally girls these days are divas, but I'm glad it's not your case.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Rafael. You're very funny, you made me laugh a lot with your jokes.
It's very young that boy you have as a boyfriend, I'm sure you'll enjoy someone with more experience, picked up Don Gabriel, teasing me.
Hey, hey! Pirates! If you're with my son, it's because he likes him, and now that Rocío is spending time with me, you'll see I multiply all those qualities that that young guy inherited from me. Ha, the father-in-law has authority here!
Damned be it, I have daughters, not sons —Don Gabriel ran his hand through his white hair before wrapping his arm around my waist to press me against his dark body—. How much longer will you be staying here? ¡How I want a little one like you, sweetie! ¿Cuánto tiempo más vas a estar por aquí?
—See you tomorrow, Mr. Gabriel —I had a beer.
—Miguel, I'm a good friend and invite her to that special spot, what do you say? Tomorrow morning.
—Oh! Rocio —my father-in-law wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I was trapped between two old men; there were more sparks between us than in the sea—. My wife already has planned to visit the wetlands tomorrow, surely Gabriel and Rafael's ladies will be coming with them. Do you want to spend it with them or with us? We won't be going to the wetlands, but a very special and secret place instead. I promise you'll love it.
Ugh, the truth is that I have to make the most of it and spend time with his wife too, which is why I came here...
—I understand, Rocio. It's understandable. Well, we're just old folks who've come to nothing.
No... don't say that! And don't make that face, Mr. Mig... I mean, dad —I said, caressing his leg—. Of course, I'll keep them company, it would be a great thrill to spend time with them!
Really? --Don Gabriel, who was still hugging my waist, squeezed tightly--. Rocio, really you fell from heaven, where are your wings? Confess!
—Ah, yeah, exaggerated!
After drinking and laughing for a bit, my father-in-law and I went back to the estate because it was getting dark. Holding hands like we were a couple. He super smiling and me very clingy to his body, the truth is that I was really enjoying that flirtatious and mischievous side of that man, not to mention his friends. The accidents during our volleyball game remained on the beach, like a secret buried under thick sand and sunset sparks. Moreover, my desire to kill my boyfriend disappeared and all I wanted was to see him as soon as possible.
Don Miguel prepared a bonfire while I was bathing; later my boyfriend and his mom joined us, who had returned from the park museum. After dinner, their parents went to their tent, while I counted the seconds until my guy grabbed my hand and took me to his or my tent, but already! And that's how it was. Inside his tent, drawing sparks on his chest, I retouched a bit of what happened that afternoon.
—So you beat Papa's friends! What a champion!
Ugh, baby, do you think we should do something?
At that moment we listened to some timid moans coming from the parents' tent. It was evident that they too, by the look, were wanting to do something. I laughed but my guy stayed with his face scared. I combed him with my fingers:
Christian, does it gross you out that your parents do it?
Okay. They're my parents, girl. How uncomfortable! Do you mind if we sleep and continue tomorrow? —he asked, wrapping himself in a blanket and closing his eyes. I didn't make him pay attention even though he was scolding me. I even put my hand out to pet his belly but it didn't work, it seemed like knowing that his parents were having sex cut off the whole vibe.
So I left her store, quite annoyed, and looked sideways at the tent where her parents were doing it. Thanks to the glow of a streetlamp behind the trees, I could see the dark silhouette of both of them inside. I was going to go back to my tent, but I heard Don Miguel begging his lady:
Look, dear, look how I am, don't leave me like this.
I discovered, as I approached silently, that they weren't having sex. From the shadow it cast, I understood he was on top of his wife, encouraging her to have relations, but the lady didn't want anything to do with it.
—But what's wrong with you, Miguel? Let me sleep, my head hurts.
Are you seeing this piece of erection I have, Marisa?
When he said that, the gentleman got down on his knees, profile, and I could see the cock of my father-in-law (better said, the shadow) agape. It was enormous! Of course it was a damn shadow, normal that it seemed titanic, deceiving my perception! But what if not? Mother of mine, why didn't the son inherit that lance? He started to squeeze it, it seemed like he was looking for his wife's hand so she could check on him but the woman didn't want to know anything about anything.
I got so hot seeing that sword that I didn't hesitate to put my hand under my cotton short and touch myself. I couldn't believe it, that gentleman was begging for sex and his lady wouldn't satisfy him. And I had implored my boyfriend to calm the heat that was burning me.
I enjoyed the two sides of voyeurism that time. In the evening, I was exposing myself to some gentlemen who were triple my age. At night, spying on my father-in-law masturbating. I thought, while my fine fingers entered and left my humid cave, that Don Miguel was probably hard up thanks to me and my mishaps during the volleyball game. He was probably touching himself imagining my Booty, my sex, my pierced nipples, remembering my moans...
I bit my fist to not moan because the orgasm I had was unforgettable. I fell there, on the floor, twisting and tensing my fingers inside me. As I recovered my vision, which had clouded over during climax, I looked back at the store; the poor man, it seemed, was also coming in a handkerchief or T-shirt that he brought himself.
Don Miguel..., I whispered with my fine fingers making hooks in my damp cave, seeing golden sparks in the black sky.
II. Displayed, perverted and fucked by my grandfather and his friends
The next day, when my father-in-law left his shop to stretch, I practically leapt at him to give him good morning and fill his face with kisses. He took me by the shoulders and told me to hurry up and we'd sneak out, that he would call his wife later to tell her we were changing plans, that we wouldn't be going with her to the wetlands.
With loose shirt, shorts and sandals, I entered the forest on my way to a new adventure, always taken by his warm hand, always stuck to his body.
The zone I wanted to show me was a beautiful natural pool where lotus flowers were floating; the place is fed by a small but high waterfall whose sound was celestial; all that little paradise was hidden in the midst of the forest's thickness. To my surprise, Don Gabriel and Don Rafael were already waiting for us, seated on folding chairs, practically glued to the water. They were discussing with jokes, didn't notice us arriving.
Good day, gentlemen! As I promised, I came to have a good time with you.
—Ah, Rocio, come sit on my lap! —said the guy from Don Gabriel, showing me his smile with dimples—. It's punishment for losing yesterday's volleyball game.
Hey sweetie, my father-in-law grabbed me by the shoulder—. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or think badly of us. You know how we are, we like to joke around and tease, but I want you to know that when you feel something doesn't please you, you can say it and we'll respect it.
It's nothing, 'daddy', it's just what happens when you lose.
So I sat down on the lap of Don Gabriel amidst laughter and applause; I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. My father-in-law handed out cigars, asking me if it would bother me before they started smoking. To be honest, I'm not used to that but I wasn't going to be a spoilsport, I told him it didn't bother me the slightest.
Now it's my turn, said Don Rafael, standing up with white ladyboys in hand, biting his Havana. My punishment for Rocio, for having lost yesterday, is that she wears this.
I thought I was wasting my time or seriously thinking that I would put on that Lycra thong. It was tiny! I usually wear thongs, but for the pleasure of my guy, not for the enjoyment of some fifty-year-olds. And it's not that I'm self-conscious, but I have a slightly wide waist, which... yes, makes me self-conscious sometimes! Then she showed off a half-cup bra to match. The giggle I let out revealed my nervousness.
I stole it from my granddaughter before coming here.
Ah! They're really taking her seriously if they think I'll put up with that!
But if you're so beautiful, won't you give us a thrill? —asked Don Gabriel, hugging me to press me against his dark and muscular chest, kissing my whole face.
Ugh, that's enough! I don't know... I don't like wearing bikinis so small. Well, you see, I have big breasts... and then there's my waist, which is... good...
---What's wrong with you? ---Don Rafael approached with his ladyboy in hand---. Don't tell me you're neurotic, if you're a vice! Look at us, girl! We're not exactly models!
—Make Moby Dick your case —Mr. Gabriel told me, kissing my nose—. If you do, I promise you'll take a stroll around the mall, what do you say? I'll buy all the clothes you want.
Sufficient, friends, if my daughter-in-law doesn't want, well it's said... My father-in-law now ran his hand through his hair, panting, visibly sad.
—Oh, yeah! Screw you guys...
So I headed behind the waterfall to change as they applauded and cheered me on amidst the dense haze of cigar smoke surrounding them. I undressed; shorts, bralette, and panties outside. I couldn't see the gentlemen well since the waterfall water distorted my vision, but roughly imagined they could perceive my nudity, which made my heart accelerate its uncontrollable beats.
I started to put on the thong over my legs; it was tight, not my size, but I fought and managed to put it on. As I adjusted the front edges that covered my sex and settled it well between my buttocks, I couldn't help a shiver that ran from my vulva to my shoulders. I felt how that strap was digging into my glutes; the fabric between my legs sank in, getting into the middle of my body, provoking me a rich sensation. In front, due to its tight fit, my intimate lips were roughly outlined beneath the small triangular piece of cloth.
I think the best thing will be to take it off, it's too tight, I thought, trying to look at my Booty. I saw how the string disappeared between my plump buttocks. At that moment, without expecting it, someone slipped in behind the waterfall and stole not only my clothes but also the bra that matched my string. I got out immediately, covering my large breasts with one arm.
—Ah, Don Rafael! He's a liar and also a cheat! I don't feel well about it!
Ugh, mom! I said, putting my clothes on her shoulder, backing away to her seat, laughing all the time. Rocio, you're such a sl*t mother!
I advanced until I reached where they were, already seated, laughing comfortably in that spiral of grey smoke they had forged with their cigars; looking at me from top to bottom without any pretence. It didn't seem funny to me at all, rather my brow was quite serious. Don Gabriel blew out the smoke from his cigar:
He hasn't finished his punishment. Come back onto my lap.
I want them to return my clothes - I said sitting down where they had ordered me to, always covering my breasts. Coughing also.
Rocío, you're really a very flirtatious girl, said Don Gabriel, embracing me around the waist, playing with my thread.
When we were your age, we used to come here with a cigar in hand - said my father-in-law -, and bring our girls to undress and enjoy nature. You see that there's no nude beach around, so we had to look for a special spot. Yesterday we wanted to invite them but they preferred other plans, as you can see.
Girl —said Don Rafael, taking a strong drag on his Havana—. Yesterday was very special, playing volleyball, I mean. I love it when a woman shows her body with total naturalness, when she doesn't feel ashamed. Tell me, yesterday, did you do it on purpose? Did you feel comfortable like that, even if only for brief seconds, showing yourself naturally?
Don't mention yesterday, please, I'm not an exhibitionist or anything... - Arms were getting tired of holding up my breasts.
Our ladies have been complicated for a while now, I don't know if it's from us or themselves. That's why they didn't want to come here. But when I saw you yesterday so flirtatious, playing with us and showing yourself so natural, showing that precious tiny ass of yours... well, it made us nostalgic, what can I say? Don't you mind if we undress, right?
Are you serious, gentlemen? Are they going to undress here?
Look at it like this, sweetie. This way we match up what happened yesterday. We saw you fully, huh?
Don Rafael kissed my shoulder and brought me back against his chest. On the other side, my father-in-law and Don Rafael got up to take off their clothes. They had their sexes asleep, although Mr. Gabriel's felt palpating under my thighs. I won't lie, surrounded by plums, my body heated up, got dizzy, was overwhelmed by the situation and the cigar smoke. I didn't know what to say or do; reason escaped me in a tumultuous chaos.
Don't be ashamed, Rocio, lower your arm —he whispered to me while the other two gentlemen entered the water, waiting for me. Several loud kisses fell on me again. Cheek, nose, chin, ear, between the eyes.
Don Gabriel... Ugh, okay, that's enough with the kisses! But if they mock me, I'll cut this off at the slightest provocation.
So I closed my eyes, sighed and lowered my arm, letting my breasts fall slowly and show themselves in all their fullness, adorned with those piercings that sparkled in the sun. I stood up from the cushion that was embracing me.
She was practically naked, with that thread that did nothing but highlight my shame, almost trembling before gentlemen who tripled my age. My father-in-law extended his hand and invited me to join them in that natural pool filled with lotus flowers. Golden flashes on all sides.
I was so absorbed in thought when I entered that I didn't even notice I stepped on a uneven surface. I ended up slipping but managed to hold myself up by my grandfather's legs. His sex was awakening right before my eyes. Discreetly, I looked the other way, but where I observed there were only more cocks and even harder ones. Don Rafael helped me get back up, taking my hand and pulling me against his hairy chest, sticking me to his beer gut. The tip of his cock hit my stomach.
Ah! Chill him, scratching his chest.
—Oops... Sorry, girl, it's that... Just look at yourself, how yummy you are! It's normal to lift your spirits like this.
It's nothing, Don Rafael.
He splashed water on my face to relax the matter. The two men behind me approached to surround me, pushing aside lotus flowers as they passed, with their masts completely armed and pointing at me.
We've got visitors -- whispered my grandfather-in-law --. There are some boys watching us behind the rocks and bushes. What a bunch of vultures, ha!
I looked at them out of the corner of my eye, hidden behind some bushes, they were six boys. Evidently they caught me looking at them like that so they smiled at me. I got alarmed and covered up again. I turned around and almost screamed from fright before the three little ones surrounded me to calm me down. I looked at my father-in-law.
—Ah, Don Miguel! Scare them, for God's sake! Doesn't it scare you that they're staring at us?
—For nothing, sweety. It's more, I like that we're seen with a girl as beautiful as you.
It's uncomfortable to me... Mother of mine, and they're still looking?
Red like a tomato, I received my father-in-law's hug. I was going to keep begging him to send them away because I didn't know them. But before I could say anything, he gave me a strong slap that made me jump; he pressed his fingers in hard, sinking them into my buttocks. My heart started racing, my father-in-law was touching me!... And I didn't feel bad. Confused, yes, a lot!, but not disgusted or anything like that.
—Ah! Don Miguel!
Three.
What?
Three boys are touching themselves.
Are they touching themselves? Oh yeah, it's squeezing me hard, Don Miguel... my Booty... it's squeezing me really hard!
Sweety, seriously, you have an out-of-series bum, oh wow! Excessive, they're going to fine you for that someday.
Will Continue
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