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A white number on the blue nautical map changes from 0.1 to 0.0. The Boss cuts the throttle.
The scream of the diesel engine falters and languishes in a sequence of diminishing coughs until it stops entirely, leaving only the sounds of the ocean, the wood and metal creaks of the fishing boat swaying, and the intermittent laughs and conversation from the three masked women still tormenting the tied Indian boy.
The Boss pockets the phone and opens the cabin's door which bounces against something soft at the end of its motion. She blinks and peeks around it, finding the three other nude boys huddled together outside her cabin, hiding from the ministrations of the women on the other end of the vessel.
"S-sorry..." says the kid against which the door bounced rubbing his shoulder.
The Boss sniffs and walks away without saying a word. The three boys murmur between them, encouraging one of them to speak before she leaves.
"When we arrive, will we be allowed to get dressed?" he finally shouts in a heavy English accent.
The Boss stops, ponders for a second whether to answer him or not, and turns to face the kids.
"No. Children’s clothes are expensive and raise too many eyebrows when bought in bulk. Not to mention most companies weave tracking fibers on them by default." she turns to leave again but feels compelled to add "In fact, there are a number of advantages from keeping you exposed and vulnerable like this at all times. Contraband is harder to hide, keeping hygiene is easier, fertility is improved, and barb wire more effective to keep you out of forbidden areas." she grins "Get used to it."
She turns to leave once more when another one of the boys speaks up.
"Why did we stop again? There’s nothing out here! Where’s this 'Farm' you're taking us?"
The Boss turns, a Machiavellian smile across her face "It's a surprise! You boys will love it. Trust me."
"Why are you doing this?" says the last boy in a squeaky voice.
The Boss's smile vanishes. She stands straight and glances up at the clear blue sky weighing an answer. She shrugs.
"Because I can... Because I have a huge payroll to pay... And because the world needs my services.” her eyes twinkle “Haven't you heard the news? Haven’t you seen those public service announcements? Like the one that says," she coughs, imitates a man’s voice "Are you doing everything you can to stop the Population Collapse?" she smirks, returns to her normal voice "Well, here I am! Doing my part..."
"But The Stork gives out babies for free!" another boy dares to yell.
The thin old woman snorts "And look where that lead you! Will The Stork come rescue you now?" she says pronouncing the word 'Stork' with disdain "Nothing is free in this world kiddos. 'Free' is just the word governments use to signal what things will be forbidden to the groups of people they don't like." she turns to leave for good, yells over her shoulder "And thankfully for me, there's A LOT of people governments don't like!"
The kids don’t attempt another question, the Boss heads towards the three masked women on the opposite side of the deck who surround the exhausted nude boy hanging from his wrists under the gantry, albeit by this point he’s more of a piece of furniture in the backdrop of their conversation. They tickle his nipples or stroke his penis absentmindedly while they laugh and chit-chat about this or that.
The women notice the Boss approaching and immediately shut up and stand straight, ready for her next command.
"We're late to the rallying point, we'll have to wait until sunset..." the Boss says extracting the phone from her pocket and starting to type "Had this happened during last expedition right before my daughter's birthday I would've shot all of you by now…"
The three women stay quiet, too stunned to react. The old woman finishes typing a message and sighs. She motions behind her at the three kids huddled near the cabin.
"In the meantime, make yourselves useful and go check which of the drones have reached spermarche. Just try to be more careful handling their fluids than with this one you’ve been playing with all day. Remember how it’s unlikely these drones are fully vaccinated given the shithole country they came from."
The women glance at each other, confused. But as it becomes clear the Boss is serious they allow themselves to cheer up. They thank their employer and head with growing enthusiasm towards the scared tweens on the other side of the boat who squirm and plead as they're lifted over their shoulders and taken below deck.
"Come on kids! Time to make A MAN out of you!" says one of the women slapping the butt of the boy on her shoulder. Her laughter and the boy's high-pitched voice diminish to a murmur as they enter the boat’s interior, leaving the sea silent once again.
The Boss continues typing non-stop on the phone while the tall Indian boy hangs silent under the gantry. His wrists tied with the plastic zip-ties are reddened and his legs separated by the PVC pipe are bent and buckled, barely able to support his weight anymore. His body drips sweat and his hairless penis twitches half-erect as his body swings following the rocking motions of the boat.
She sighs.
"If you're wondering, molesting the drones is a coping mechanism for most of the crew. Otherwise, they may start to feel sorry for them." she sniffs "I know it's hard to believe it given the circumstance, but there's no malice in their hearts." she shrugs "Or so they tell themselves..."
The tied boy doesn't answer. His head hanging limp and a thin rope of saliva extending from under the rubber ball in his mouth.
The Boss sighs again and pockets the phone. She releases his mouth gag and extracts a switchblade from one of her pockets. She waves the blade in front of his unfocused eyes.
"Here’s what’s going to happen. I'm going to lie to my associates and tell them that the reason I released you was because you cried, pleaded, and promised over the grave of the plastic womb that birthed you that you would fully cooperate from now on." she smiles "Make no mistake thou, you WILL be executed if you don't fulfill your sperm quotas. But at least this way your brain will be turned into marmalade at the time of your choosing instead of mine."
She cuts the plastic zip-ties holding his wrists. The boy falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
“You’re welcome,” she murmurs folding the blade, then walks to the folding table nearby and grabs a packaged sandwich and water bottle which she throws near the seemingly unconscious boy.
She grabs the phone to continue typing. After about a minute standing in place near the immobile preteen she chuckles.
"Suit yourself. Just remember hunger strikes are hard to sustain once you get a feeding tube shoved down your throat. I learned THAT the hard way…"
She shakes her head and turns on her heels to walk away.
"Your plan..." murmurs the boy in a raspy, hollowed voice “The whole thing of threatening to kill us… It’s all bullshit... And you KNOW it…”
The Boss stops. She looks back at the small brown figure on the floor and smirks. A knowing, tired smirk. The smirk of someone who can't quite believe the way history seems to repeat itself.
She heads back to the boat's cabin and closes the door behind her.
“No! Not THERE! Do you even know where your asshole is? Unbelievable…”
The woman with the buzzcut slaps the head of one of the boys and slumps back on a collapsible camping chair next to her other two crewmates sitting on similar chairs on the boat’s deck.
Each woman has a Crown beer in their hand —with a teeny Corona logo beneath— and no longer wear masks or foul weather jackets. They sit bare-chested watching with mild interest at the three nude kids as they try to provide a spectacle of gay sex for them, a feat ever more challenging due to their inexperience, their fear at their captors, and the blue disposable facemasks covering their eyes.
“A bit faster please! And with more enthusiasm!” says the skinny tattooed woman taking a sip “Oh, come on! Have you EVER watched the Sex Olympics? This is basic stuff!”
“W-we’re trying!” whimpers one of the blindfolded boys spitting out the uncircumcised penis of his peer on top of him, his thin arms shaking from the sustained effort.
“Well try harder!”
She keeps yelling at the boys what’s their correct positions inside the haphazard human pyramid but it’s futile. She sighs and turns to the woman with braids sitting next to her who types the air with a finger while wearing sunglasses.
“Girl, we GOT to bring back my idea of the filter glasses to the Boss. These drones are USELESS if they can’t see, and WE are useless if we got to hide our identities from them at all times.”
The woman with braids snorts “Dude, get over it. She already said no and was quite detailed on the why.”
“That’s just because she’s fucking old!” the woman with the buzzcut hisses “ONE trip to an amusement park! That’s all it will take for her to understand why my idea is so fucking brilliant!”
“As well as fucking expensive dude! Have you SEEN how much those glasses cost?” she whistles, points at her sunglasses “I haven’t finished paying these and they’re already outdated! Now imagine buying each drone at the Farm a pair!” she snorts, punches her shoulder “You’re just ahead of your time dude. Maybe try pitching your idea in… ten more years or something.”
“I can’t keep wearing THESE for ten more years!” groans the skinny woman waving one of the featureless mask “I’ll be old by then!”
“Old in ten years!? Dude…! What age do you think YOU have?”
The woman with the buzzcut snorts and takes another sip of her beer, motions at the group of preteens pounding on the floor “Old enough to know when SOMEONE SUCKS AT ANAL!” she says raising her voice to a yell.
The other two women laugh and take sips of their beers. Then the three jolt and scream at the same time when one of the boys tries to remove the facemask covering his eyes.
“HEY!”
“STOP THAT!”
“NO TOUCHIE!”
“I-I don’t know if I’m inside!” the boy whimpers moving his hand away.
“Then KEEP trying! But whatever you do, DON’T take off your mask unless you want us to feed you to the sharks!” thunders the woman with the buzzcut throwing him a bottle cap. The boy recoils, nods, and keeps blindly thrusting his hips against the butt of the kid in front of him.
The woman with the buzzcut takes another sip of her beer, burps, and watches in a frustrated silence at the trio of children failing to have sex. She suddenly seems to remember something and turns on her chair to watch the tall Indian boy —also with a disposable facemask around his eyes— sitting alone at the aft of the boat pressed against the metal railing with his legs hanging over the edge.
She taps the shoulder of the woman with braids, points at him “Hey girl, how about we bring him over to teach these drones how it’s done? I have a hunch he has experience swallowing dick.”
But the woman with braids shakes her head. She stretches her body and yawns “Forget it dude. Have you already forgot what the Boss said? We got to leave him alone until we arrive at the Farm.”
“That’s bullshit, I don’t understand what’s the point of all this special treatment.” she turns on her chair, takes another sip of her beer and points over her shoulder “For real girl, what’s the Boss’s plan? Is she saving him for herself or somethin’?”
The woman with braids shrugs “Beats me dude. Centennials have some weird-ass kinks.”
Her partner sighs. She empties her Crown beer, burps louder, and throws the bottle as far as she can into the blue ocean. Her crewmates turn and watch in disbelief at the sparkling glass container fly across the bright blue sky.
When it finally splashes down they yell and raise their hands in protest at the woman with the buzzcut.
“Not cool!”
“Dude!”
“WHAT!?” she barks with slurred words “The world is coming to an end! Who cares?”
“YOU should care!” the woman with braids yells punching her arm, her voice also wavering from the alcohol “You’ll be a parent soon, remember!? That whole thing of not caring because the world is a shitty place is precisely what made the world a shitty place in the first place!”
“Girl! It was ONE bottle, OK!? And I was obviously joking with what I said about not caring! Don’t compare me to a fucking Gen Zee!”
“You have a problem with the Z Generation Corporal…?” says the Boss with a bored tone behind them.
The three women jolt and move to stand up, their legs unsteady from their drunken state. The old woman smirks and raises a palm.
“At ease. I was just retrieving this.” she says showing a blue facemask on her hand, then points behind at the Indian boy no longer wearing one “Carry on…”
“B-but Boss! He’ll be able to identify us!” says one of the women, alarmed.
The Boss nods “That’s right Sergeant, but it’s of no concern in his case. He won’t be returning home, so it doesn’t matter.”
She walks away without elaborating further, heading back to the cabin while typing on the phone.
The topless women watch her go and slowly slump back on their chairs. They throw a glance at the boy on the back of the boat, exchange looks between them, and shrug. They pass around another round of beers from the nearby cooler.
“Hey! Why you stopped?” the woman with the buzzcut yells at the group of blindfolded boys who by now have stopped moving and sit panting for air “You already cum?”
One of the boys shrugs slightly “I… I think so?”
“What you mean you think so!?” she yells throwing her beer’s bottle cap at him. Her crewmates laugh.
The Indian boy glances at them over his shoulder, his eyes red and cheeks crusty from dried-up tears. He sniffs and returns his sight to the endless blue ocean and clear sky on the other side of the railing, his chin resting on one of the chrome pipes.
He closes his eyes and takes a long breath, inhaling the pure, saline air. His feet hanging over the edge are almost touching the water, his tip-toes inches away from the vast liquid void below.
He breathes deep again and starts murmuring to himself while tapping the metal railing with his fingers. Not following a musical scale or song, but a long mental calculation.
Carolina squeezes the last drops from the water bottle and plunges the now-empty container on the sand. She brushes a sheen of sweat off her face and watches with squinting eyes at the rapidly crowding beach around them under blinding glare of the afternoon sun.
Lots of people have arrived during the past half-hour as the solar radiation has gradually diminished. Long gone is the mile-long shoreline populated mostly by crabs, gulls, and beach vendors. Now large families, couples holding hands, and single tourists walk up and down the beach setting camp wherever they can, all while the vendors continue moving from group to group trying to catch a sale, smiling and pitching the same discounts and offers over and over.
Caro hears a flurry of voices and turns to watch a group of nude teenagers playing Ultimate Frisbee near the shore, clashing now and then with a group of younger kids flying kites in the shapes of cartoon penises, boobs, and vulvas. As she watches, a retired couple walks nearby and sets their umbrella and recliners conspicuously close to her despite having most of the beach still available.
The Asian girl takes a long breath and continues reading the Yaoi manga on her phone. But the eyes of the eleven-year-old seem to glide over the images and text as her mind can’t concentrate from to the moans and slurping sounds coming just behind her.
She struggles to keep her curiosity at bay until she can’t take it anymore and takes a quick look over her shoulder. She sees a nude Rebecca laying on her back over the pink towel supporting her torso on her elbows with one hand pinching her hard nipple while the other sits atop Miguel's red MAGA cap, following the bobbing of his head squeezed between her skinny thighs.
"Yeah, a bit faster please... Yeah, like that... Keep going..." purrs the twelve-year-old girl as the nude Hispanic boy eats her out lying on his stomach.
‘Becks’ moans and drops her head back, eyelids fluttering from pleasure. She notices Caro watching them and smiles wide.
"Hey! Are you ok over there? Aren't you too hot?"
It takes a second for Caro to unglue her eyes off Miguel's nose poking between Rebecca’s bald outer lips. She smiles, shakes her head no, and continues scrolling her manga with her back towards them. Rebecca giggles.
"I'm burning in here, and not just from what he’s doing with my coochie. I haven't worn clothes since we got off the train and I'm STILL sweating!" she laughs.
Caro gives her a quick smile and nods, trying to be polite "That's global warming for you...” she says, then hesitates before adding “But scientists say temperatures are raising less. They may start to drop in some years."
Becks giggles "I hope not this year, I like being naked." she trembles again from the boy's ministrations, pushes his head away "Slow down! Slow down! Let me breathe a little..."
Miguel hums affirmatively, the bobbing of his tongue up and down her pussy growing more leisured.
The petite twelve-year-old bites her lip and drops her head again. Only this time she keeps studying Caro’s figure sitting on her knees over her green hoodie reading her phone.
She points at her striped beige dress "Hey, I hope I'm not being too nosy but... Why are you still dressed? I mean..." she motions at the growing number of nude bodies walking around "You kinda stand out."
Caro shrugs, not liking where the conversation is going "I... I don't know. I've never liked being naked in front of people."
“Are you embarrassed by how your body looks?" Becks asks. Caro shakes her head and opens her mouth to explain but the black girl continues "How about just taking off your dress? You could stay in your underwear.” she tilts her head “Are you worried of your boobs? I don’t think you should, you barely have any. You could pass for a boy at a first glance…”
Caro’s eyebrows raise together. Rebecca does a double-take and waves her palms.
"No, no! I don't mean it like THAT! I mean that if you're worried about your boobs standing out, you really shouldn't!" she pauses, clears her throat “I bet you have cute boobs. For what little I can see I mean. People with cute faces usually have cute boobs..." she bites her lip “And you have a cute face.”
Carolina moves awkwardly in place. She pushes a sweaty strand of hair off her eyes.
"T-thanks. You're..." she swallows "You’re cute too."
Rebecca smiles, beaming. She frowns and looks down her flat tummy at the boy’s head squeezed between her legs.
"Hey, why did you stop? You got you tired?” she suddenly yelps, her body trembling "Oooh! That's better...!" she moans and lays flat on the pink towel "Oh God! So good...!"
Caro swallows and looks away from the sex scene. Her body keeps twitching, her hands seemingly unable to find a place to rest. She notices the empty water bottle stuck on the sand and pulls it out.
"I-I'll go get us some more water. Be right back." she says shaking it.
"Aw, thank you...!" coos Rebecca with her eyes closed. She suddenly remembers something "Oh, wait! Get us another one while you’re at it. Here!” she grabs her sunglasses laying nearby “Let me give you some money…"
"Ah! N-no, it's okay, you don't have to..." says Caro standing up, brushing sand off her butt.
But Becks has already pointed the sunglasses in her direction and tapped the rim, the black shades blink red and Rebecca peeks inside them to confirm they took a good-enough photo.
"Okay, I think they recognized your wallet.” she chuckles “Wow, you look cute as a boy. And the name Carlos really suits you. I sometimes wish I could switch between genders too. So hey, how much is it for a water bottle? $20?"
Caro tilts her head, amused at her estimation "Um, nooo? But it's okay, I can..."
"Done!" the girl announces, a second later Caro’s phone buzzes with a payment notification.
Becks drops her sunglasses aside and lays once more on her back. She squeezes her cone-shaped breasts with both hands while wiggling her hips, getting comfortable.
"Oh, God… So good..." she murmurs with eyes closed as she prepares to coast to her next orgasm.
Caro stands in silence for a moment, not knowing what's the proper thing to do now. She hugs the empty water bottle and takes a step out of the umbrella's shadow, recoiling almost immediately when she steps barefoot on the burning sand. She turns and hurries to put her feet inside her tennis shoes and notices Miguel watching her as he laps the black girl’s genitals like a cat drinking water.
"You ok?" mouths the Asian girl with a worried look.
The boy raises a thumb-up and nods slightly. He closes his eyes and concentrates on eating out his client whose smooth thighs squeeze his head hard as she starts to cum in a series of high-pitched whimpers like those of a crying puppy. She squeezes Miguel’s head so hard his red cap falls off.
Caro stares without blinking as the petite tween arches her back and trembles all over, her legs shaking Miguel’s head like a crocodile twisting its prey. She finally forces herself to look away and hurries to leave, struggling to walk on the burning sand from her shoes being only halfway up her feet.
She passes by the nearby umbrella where the retired couple have set up their recliners. The chubby old woman wears sunglasses and scrolls news articles on a paper-thin phone while her smiling husband —also wearing sunglasses and a bucket hat— records Rebecca and Miguel with his phone.
The woman raises her hand without stopping her lecture and slaps the man’s hand.
“That’s enough Robert, respect the kid’s privacy. You have more than enough videos…”
For a moment it seems the old man is about to argue back. But after some trepidation, he huffs and puts the phone down. He crosses his arms and lays on his recliner with a grumpy pout.
The rusty vending machine hisses and clanks, two water bottles fall heavily on the metal receptacle below.
Caro bends to pick them up and notices there’s a slot in the machine to introduce bills and coins. She pauses and brushes her long dark hair with her hands, remembering that she still hasn’t figured out what to gift Miguel with the bills and coins his grandma gave her (and is she really her grandma? Or is she just some old lady he helps with her errands? Are there people who collect old money from before the war?).
“Hey, handsome. Ya’lready squirt? Want to join us at our hotel?” a female voice says behind her.
Caro turns around and is startled to realize she’s surrounded by three tall women in skimpy bikinis and tanned bodies full of pixelated tattoos that have materialized out of nowhere.
The mischievous smile of their ‘leader’ immediately vanishes when she sees the girl’s terrified expression.
“Oh, sorry.” she murmurs and nods to her partners, signaling to move on. The two Amazonians glance at each other, nod, and the trio walks away like a unit, vanishing inside the river of people strolling up and down the sunny pier.
It all lasted for less than five seconds, and yet the eleven-year-old girl feels shocked to the core. One moment she was completely alone standing in front of a vending machine, the next she was squeezed between three towering adults without any escape and completely at their mercy.
It takes a minute for Carolina’s heartbeat to descend from its adrenaline-fueled heights. She now feels unsafe and vulnerable despite being out in the open and near a crowd, both usually signs of safety. The surreal sensation of being a mouse in a town of snakes.
Miguel’s dorky face suddenly flashes across her mind and the girl starts running back, stopping a few seconds later when she remembers the water bottles and is forced to return.
Caro’s face is drenched in sweat as she runs on the bright sand hugging both water bottles in her arms. When she’s close to the white umbrella her stomach drops and blood leaves her face.
Miguel isn’t there with Rebecca anymore.
She storms under the umbrella’s shadow and drops the heavy water bottles at the feet of the black girl who sits cross-legged on the pink towel taking photos of the ocean with her vintage camera.
“Where is HE!?” barks Caro, fighting back tears of panic and anger.
“What!? What’s wrong!?” squirms Becks startled and confused at Caro’s ireful demeanor, her hands instinctively raising to protect herself “You mean where is your friend? He’s right over there! Getting clean before we have sex!” she points behind her.
The sweaty, furious Asian girl follows her finger and breathes in relief when she sees Miguel’s small bronze figure rinsing under an open-air shower near a beach-side hotel, his distinctive red cap hanging from the shower knob.
Her legs wobble and she lands on her butt, a hand on her chest as she recovers her breath.
“Oh, thank God…” she breathes out, unwinding. The weight of the world mercifully taken off her shoulders.
She glances at the still-startled black girl and gives an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry I scared you... I-I’m not supposed to let him out of my sight. I...” she swallows, grabs one of the water bottles and twists it open “I was so afraid I had screwed up!”
Becks doesn’t answer at first, still watching her with caution. She shuffles in place to hug her knees.
“It’s okay, I get it. He’s your responsibility…” she shrugs “I too would be worried if something happened to someone I love.”
Caro is taking a sip from the water bottle and is caught off-guard by her words. She spills the liquid all over her face and starts coughing.
“You ok?” asks Becks with a smile.
“I… I DON’T love him!” yells Caro trying to regain her composure, her face somehow even redder than before.
Rebecca’s smile widens, her body relaxing “You sure…?” she says teasingly.
“YES!” says Caro in no uncertain terms. Then pauses, suddenly surprised at her own words.
Rebecca nods, a sly smile across her face. She raises her palms in a whatever-you-say kind of way and puts her sunglasses back on. She rests her chin on her palm and returns her attention to the ocean.
Caro sighs, her stomach grumbling once again after the moment of panic has passed. She checks the hour on her phone and stretches her neck to check on Miguel still showering in the distance, apparently just standing under the water with his eyes closed, preparing himself.
Behind her, Rebecca giggles as she fiddles with her glasses, having fun with something. Caro glances at her with a questioning look. The black girl smiles and shrugs.
"Oh, nothing. I kept thinking about what we talked about, and I remembered I have this App with some funny filters. Wanna see?"
Carolina shrugs, not knowing what else to do as she keeps an eye on Miguel in the distance. Becks smiles and types some commands in the air with her fingers. A second later Caro’s phone buzzes with a message. The Asian girl taps to open it and gasps.
On-screen is the photo Rebecca took of her to send the money for the water bottle, only that in this version Caro is naked and looking at the camera in a funny half-sneer, caught between expressions as she brushed sand off her butt.
Rebecca chuckles "Is this how you look like naked? I didn't know whether to put hair down there or not. Do you shave...?"
Caro is aghast, her hands moving around her striped dress as if trying to reassure herself it's still there. The black girl continues talking while typing and moving sliders in the air.
"I think it's a pretty accurate filter, but you tell me which bush size is closer to reality. Is it like this...?” Caro’s image changes, her vulva emptying itself from all hair “Or like this...?” the image changes again, a small afro pops between her legs. Becks giggles “Oh and look! This is how you'll look like in a few years!"
She moves another slider and the Carolina in the picture grows taller, her hips flaring and her breasts swelling. Rebecca bites her lip and leans her chin on her hand, liking what she’s seeing.
“Yeah, look at her… You’ll look so sexy in a couple years…"
Caro turns off her phone’s screen, looking like she's about to run away and sink in the ocean, never to resurface. She stands up and pulls her green hoodie from under the sand, readying to leave.
"Hey, where you going?" says Rebecca taking off her sunglasses.
"Beeecks! Honeeeey...!" comes a woman’s voice in the distance.
The two tweens stop on their tracks. They turn and see Rebecca’s family walking amidst the rapidly crowding beach carrying their numerous belongings back to their car. The white topless mother approaches the white umbrella with a bundle of tote bags hanging from her arms and a huge folded umbrella over her shoulder.
"Honey! Hey! We're ready to leave, your sisters are hungry. Did you have fun?"
"We're LEAVING!? Aww, mooom!?” cries Rebecca cranking up the drama on her voice “Can't I stay here till you return? I'm not hungry yet and the boy hasn't cum inside me yet."
"He hasn't!? Honey! It's been more than an hour! What have you three been doing all along? They're getting paid to make you cum, not become your new friends!" she shakes her head and speaks to Caro directly "I'm really sorry for all this, I already released the escrow assuming Becks was done. Is it possible to get a refun…? No, no, it’s okay, you seem like nice kids, I guess you can keep it. Becks is satisfied enough."
"No I'm not!" the black girl interjects.
Her mother rolls her eyes. Caro raises her phone and speaks up "Thank you Miss! But that's not necessary. She didn’t get sperm in the end, so I'll refund you the escrow."
"Aw, sweetie! You're an angel! I would greatly appreciate that…!" says the suburban mom in appreciation.
Caro nods, smiling to herself. She clicks some buttons on her phone when a soaking wet Miguel suddenly appears between them.
“Hey! What’s happening!?” he pants from running from the other side of the beach.
“We’re leaving…” pouts Rebecca as she gathers her belongings.
"You ARE!? N-No! WAIT!" he joins hands and stands in front of the topless mother "S-señorita, just give me… FIVE more minutes! That's all I need to make your daughter cum and get the sperm inside her."
"Yeah!" the black girl yells standing next to the boy and mirroring his pleading pose "Just a bit longer mom? Say yes, pleaseee...!?"
"What!? No!" Caro interjects, elbowing past Becks to speak to him "Miguel, you... Can't! We already got half the money. Let's go eat!"
"But shooting my sperm is the most important part of my service! I need the good reviews."
"And I need to cum!" adds the black girl, groaning.
“Just five more minutes señorita!” repeats the boy.
“NO Miguel! You don’t understand! We can’t! I…” Caro pauses, ashamed “I already refunded the lady the other half of the escrow…”
“You WHAT!?”
The middle-aged woman sighs as the three kids argue back and forth. She looks back at the nude father who awaits with arms raised next to the other two naked girls, asking with his pose what’s taking so long.
"Okay, here's what we'll do!" she yells with a practiced mom-voice, immediately quieting the preteens.
She extends a hand towards her daughter "Hand me your stuff and we'll wait for you by the car. Yes honey, EVEN your glasses, and especially your camera! I don't want you wasting ANY more time taking selfies." she spreads the fingers of her other hand to Miguel "Five minutes, okay? This heat is CRAZY, and my family is starving. I’ll re-refund you the escrow once she returns dripping cum."
The boy smiles and nods putting his red MAGA cap back on. He takes Rebecca's pink towel and flattens it on the sand, then rushes to lay down into position.
Meanwhile, the naked black girl hurries to hand her belongings to her mother who barely manages to hold them in her arms on top of everything else she already carries.
"Oh! But what about the umbrella?" asks Rebecca as she stands over Miguel laying on the ground, his hand stroking his penis to get himself hard "Didn't you say it was a rental?"
The mother curses and tries to think of a new arrangement.
"We can return it if you want!” says Caro speaking up, pointing at the distance “You got it there, right? The big vending machine with the same logo as the umbrella?"
The woman melts. She bows in appreciation and turns to leave.
"You're going straight to heaven! Thank you SO much sweetie!"
Caro nods and waves her goodbye, watches with a smile as she joins the bearded father and the small girls and the whole family walks away, getting lost between the growing swarms of nude and half-nude bodies pouring onto the beach from the nearby train station.
She turns around and jumps when she sees the two tweens already fucking. Rebecca rides Miguel at a frenzied pace in a cowgirl position, her cone-like breasts jiggling up and down.
Some tourists have noticed the bouncing pair and stop to watch while keeping a respectful distance away from the umbrella. A topless teen crouches next to her five-year-old brother and points at the mating duo, explaining what they’re doing.
"I'll... I'll be over there while you... Finish..." mutters Caro waving her hands in random motions.
"Okay!" grunt both nude preteens as their groins slap loud together.
Caro takes a breath and walks away, her hands restless once again, clenching and twisting the fabric of her green hoodie while her legs bend and squeeze together, making her steps on the sand ever more challenging.
She passes by the retired couple where the old man with the bucket hat is checking that his wife is sleeping and raises his smartphone to record the two kids having sex.
Her hand slowly raises and slaps him, she shakes her head.
He growls and puts the phone down. Crosses his arms and sulks in silence.
Caro paces under the sun checking the time on her phone while constantly throwing glances at Miguel and Rebecca in the distance. The nude couple is now surrounded by a small crowd as they have sex in a doggy position, the black girl's body bent with her butt up in the air while her chin rests flat on the pink towel while the boy pounds hard behind her, his face one of concentration and a tinge of frustration.
Carolina swipes more sweat off her face and groans when she sees another minute tick by. She hurries back past the ring of people surrounding the umbrella and stands just outside of its shadow.
"Hey guys, the five minutes are almost up..." she says to no one in particular over the sound of skin slapping on skin.
Miguel grunts and nods, his expression one of desperation as he tries to reach his climax. Rebecca meanwhile doesn't even react to Caro's announcement, her cheeks red and her eyes unfocused as his penis keeps thrusting inside her, her arms flailing loose on her sides like that of a ragdoll.
Caro looks at her phone again and the green number showing how much money is left on her wallet. She watches the sweaty boy thrusting inside the twelve-year-old girl glance at the many eyes watching him and grunts in desperation, looking miserable.
The Asian girl turns around, sees the rows of smiling or inexpressive faces staring at them, and bites her lip. She drops her phone on the sand and lays her green hoodie in front of Rebecca.
Seconds later, her striped beige dress falls on the sand.
The black girl notices her garment on the periphery of her vision and turns her head to look up. Her mouth curls in a weak smile.
"Oh...! The App was right..." she murmurs in a husky voice.
Miguel has been pounding Becks with his eyes closed and hasn’t noticed what happened. He opens his eyes and his thrusting stops.
He stares with wide-opened eyes at Carolina as the eleven-year-old girl pushes her blue boy shorts down her ankles and steps out of them. Her hands instinctively move to hide her vulva, but she swallows and forces herself to move them away, standing fully exposed in front of him.
Miguel's eyes are locked on her protruding pussy and sparse pubic hair. His eyes travel upwards past the horizontal fold of her tummy, her puffy and asymmetrical breast buds barely protruding out her chest, and locks eyes with the sweaty face of the Asian girl who shrugs.
"It's really hot today..." she says simply.
The lanky boy doesn't move, his expression indecipherable.
Rebecca raises her body to support herself on her hands and starts moving her hips back and forth, compelling him to continue. Moments later the Latin boy seems to get out of a spell and starts meeting each of her trusts with his own. His hands hold her waist with his thumbs inside the dimples of her butt and their groins meet with a meaty slap each time. The black girl opens her eyes wide, marveled.
Caro forces a smile and sits awkwardly on her knees in front of them. She moves wet hair strands off her face but can't seem to decide what to do with her hands. She ends up placing her palms on her bare thighs, trying to appear as casual as possible as she watches the two tweens have sex. She watches Miguel as his eyes remain transfixed on her uneven, developing body.
Rebecca's smile keeps widening. She wets her lips.
“Hey… I was wondering..." she says between slaps "Do you… wanna hang out... tomorrow...? We'll be... heading back home... on Monday."
Caro smiles and starts to shake her head no, but almost immediately changes her mind and nods.
"Yeah, sounds cool..." she murmurs moving another wet hair strand off her face.
"Yay...!" cheers the black girl as another mini orgasm shocks her body. She looks over her shoulder at Miguel’s mesmerized face and then back at Caro with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you sure... you two… don't have sex…? There's… fireworks going on... between you two… right now."
Caro can't stop herself from chuckling. Rebecca joins in her giggles.
Behind her Miguel starts pounding faster and faster, grunting with labored breaths as he finally finds the thread that will carry him to orgasm.
He watches Caro with pleading eyes as his hips move faster, as if searching for her approval. Caro bites her lips and nods almost imperceptibly.
"Hey... Can I kiss you?" says Becks between moans, her eyebrows crumpling.
Carolina gulps and nods without breaking eye contact with Miguel. She shuffles closer to the bouncing petite girl who giggles in excitement and closes her eyes, puckering her lips to get ready for the kiss.
Caro leans forward with her lips squeezed and their lips meet in a brief peck. They separate and giggle, then try again, this time letting their lips linger for longer as they press them together
Caro keeps watching Miguel's face as he thrusts faster and faster, his expression tortured. She slowly opens her mouth and the girls starting to explore one another. Tongues flickering in random, unplanned motions.
The boy's eyes suddenly pop open and his face scrunches in a pained expression. He opens his mouth in a silent scream as his orgasm explodes. His body arches forward and his hands grip the girl's hips like claws.
"Oh my God! Oh my God…! Eeeeeeh…!" Rebecca squeals in a higher and higher pitch as she too runs over the edge and orgasms once again. She breaks their kiss, puts her hands on top Caro’s thighs, and drops her head, squeaking loud as her whole body starts to tremble, her fingers clenching hard.
Caro watches in awe as the two adolescents climax, then has the most surreal feeling that time has stopped for everyone else in the world except for her. She looks around and sees the crowd holding their breaths as the two preteens quake in blinding pleasure.
Then just as quickly as it began, the tension is suddenly released and things return back to normal.
Miguel exhales loud, his eyes unfocused. Rebecca's hands release Caro's and her upper body collapses on the pink towel with her head pressed on the ground. A couple of tourists start clapping but most remain silent as they start to scramble around the beach in search of other sources of entertainment, a couple commenting on the kid’s performance and what could be done better. Even the old, retired couple have begun to lift their camp in search of a better spot.
The skinny, sweaty boy seems like he's about to faint and fall sideways when he suddenly twitches and hugs Becks’ waist like a lifesaver, keeping his penis firmly inside her. Rebecca meanwhile pants with a silly smile, her cheek pressed against the pink towel.
"That was SO... HOT... Thanks for... joining us..." she coos.
Caro doesn't know what to say. She nods.
“Sure…”
Rebecca is still catching her breath as she raises her body to stand on all fours, careful to keep the boy's penis firmly inside her.
“Hey…” she asks over her shoulder “You said something… about plugs?”
Miguel nods and takes off his red cap. He turns it upside down and extracts one of the foil packages Maria gave him. He carefully slides out Rebecca’s pussy, his penis still hard and twitching. He hands the shiny package to the black girl who smiles mischievously and shakes her head.
"Nuh, uh... You put it inside, you keep it inside." she says wiggling her shiny butt.
Miguel puffs and nods. He rips the foil package and takes out the spongy nub which he carefully slides inside her vagina with two fingers. Becks purrs, her hands clenching the pink towel as the boy tries to decipher how deep inside her it goes.
"I really hope we can hang out tomorrow... We'll have so much fun!" Rebecca tells Carolina while the boy is busy behind her.
Caro smiles and nods, her hands restless as they rest atop her bare thighs.
Miguel finally takes his fingers out and shrugs, unsure whether he did a good job. Becks turns to lay on her back and slides a finger inside her, wiggles it inside.
"There, much better!" she says satisfied, and stands up with a jump. She motions at Miguel to move away so she can pull her pink towel from underneath him “That was great you guys! Thank you! Hope we can do it again!"
She shakes the sand off the towel, showering Caro and Miguel with grains of sand before draping the pink cloth over her arm.
"Well... See ya later hopefully!" she says crouching to kiss the Asian girl on the cheek. The eleven-year-old recoils a little but manages to hold her smile. Rebecca giggles and gives a similar peck on Miguel's cheek who is too exhausted to even react.
She straightens up and starts walking backward waving them goodbye. She throws a call-me sign to Caro and turns to run back to her family. Her petite nude figure quickly getting lost amidst dozens of bodies walking up and down the crowding beach.
The two nude preteens stay quiet for a moment under the white umbrella, throwing awkward glances at each other’s bodies. Caro notices that Rebecca forgot her water bottle and sits closer to Miguel. She passes it to the boy who takes a long gulp and gives it back. She takes a long gulp as well.
Her phone half-buried on the sand suddenly buzzes. She extracts it and sees the big green number on her wallet is almost twice as large as before. She breathes a sigh of relief and drops it back on the sand.
"So... Where's this place to eat you keep talking about?"
Miguel nods and points with a weak hand to the horizon.
"It's on the other side of the beach… We’ll have to walk all the way back…"
The nude girl nods. She glances at their sweat-drenched clothes and shoes half-buried on the sand looking like archaeological artifacts waiting to be discovered by some future civilization.
"Do we have to get dressed to get there?"
Miguel smiles and shakes his head no. Caro smiles.
"Good... It's really hot today."
The boy nods. He sighs deep.
"That's global warming for you...”
To be continued…
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