MOTHERS AND SONS
Copyright 2021 by Stormbringer
A South Florida Universe Story
Danielle Bordeaux and Wendy Whiteman were both blacked on
the day they met competing in a bikini contest during the Sturgis motorcycle
rally in August of 2002.
Wet Beaver
Danielle didn’t want to do the bikini contest, but let her
boyfriend talk her into it. The twenty-year-old beauty was no stranger to
pageants. She was Miss Teen South Dakota when she was seventeen, but that was a
beauty contest and a bikini contest was purely about sex appeal. This bikini
was also lot skimpier than the one she’d worn at the Teen USA pageant.
Neil had picked out the tan bikini for her and insisted she
sew dangling leather straps from the cups and the panty and beads into the
material. He added a headband with an eagle feather sticking from it to
complete her Indian princess outfit.
“Danielle Bordeaux hails from right here in South Dakota.
She is part of the Rosebud Sioux and proud of it. Everybody, give this sexy
squaw a squawk,” said the announcer through his microphone.
Danielle put on her best pageant smile and strutted out on
the stage. She hadn’t wanted to do the bikini contest, but once committed she
gave it her all. The crowd went wild, hooting and hollering for the raven-haired
beauty. Danielle was roughly 25% Native American, her grandfather was full
blooded and her grandmother half Lakota. Her parents on her mom’s side were
Caucasian. Danielle favored the white man, but had long luscious dark black
hair that fell down to the small of her back. She was fair skinned and blue
eyed, but her rounded face, high cheek bones, and especially hair looked very
Lakota. She did tan easily, looking more Native American during the summer than
winter.
“When Danielle was six, she was fishing on a beaver dam when
she slipped and fell in,” said the announcer. Danielle’s cheeks started to
flush. Luckily, she had her summer tan and her blushing cheeks weren’t as
evident to the crowd. The announcer continued, “Danielle was given the name- And
I’m not kidding- Wet Beaver!”
The crowds roar grew louder, as burly bikers raised the
glasses up saluting her.
Damn you, Neil, she thought, maintaining a fake smile for
the crowd. She’d told him her Lakota name in confidence. He’d gotten the story
slightly wrong. It had been a beaver den, not a dam. The sticks had collapsed
beneath her weight dropping her into the den. Her grandfather, Pierre Bordeaux,
called Wambleeska or “White Eagle” had looked like his namesake, reaching down
into the hole. Terrified, Dani had reached out for the old man’s hand, his long
white hair blocking the sun, his aquiline nose looking like a beak. Their hands
clasped, the strong old man raised her from inside the den, pulling her back
into the light. “I have your name, little one.” He smiled. “You are “Wet Beaver.”
Nearby, the beavers had slapped their tails on the water in anger, but to her
it sounded like applause.
Dani had liked it at first, then came middle school and the
snickers and teasing started. When she found out why, she quit telling people
her Lakota name. But Wet Beaver was also her spirit name and her spirit name matched
the metaphor. Her vagina got soaked at the least hint of arousal. Her panties
turned wet the first time she’d kissed a boy, she’d needed no foreplay when he
took her virginity, and the sight of her current boyfriend, Neil’s penis always
dampened her thighs. His straight six-inch penis always glided right in.
Even male appraisal turned her pussy wet and her body got a
lot of appraisals. She was tall at 5’10” and lithe with an oversized bosom for
her frame. Her DD breasts never failed to get a second glance and the second a
male’s eyes, any male’s eyes, fell on them, her nipples hardened. Her nipples
were large and prominent, making little dents in any, but the heaviest of
winter clothing. They’d hardened at the Miss Teen USA pageant as she marched
out on stage, her arousal running down her thighs as she paraded her body
before hundred of pairs of eyes. She was convinced her body’s reaction had
gotten her the runner up position in the contest.
Her body was reacting that way now parading herself before a
crowd of raucous bikers. The tan top of her bikini covered just a tiny fraction
of her large breasts. As her nipples hardened, they pulled the small triangular
cups out with them almost revealing her areola. She walked across the stage
convinced that if the crowd hadn’t been so loud, she would have heard the
squishing between her legs she was so wet. She’d never had so many big burly
manly men staring at her body before. She turned, getting more shouts and
whistles when the men saw how little of her ass the bikini bottom covered. Her
rear was heart-shaped, well-rounded but firm. Neil had cut some of the material
turning her bottom into a thong, but then he’d cut out a little flap and had
her sew it to the strings on top. The flap acted like a little loincloth covering
her anus and displaying most of her ass cheeks. Her white ass stood out in
contrast to her tanned skin.
Dani strolled back to the center of the stage, facing the
crowd and posing with her hands on her hips.
“Let’s hear it for Danielle “Wet Beaver” Bordeaux.”
The crowd went wild with cheers, applause, and whistles
louder than any of the other contestants so far. Her pussy gave a spasm adding
fresh waves of arousal to her bikini bottom. Her anger at Neil faded for making
her do this. She was finding it exhilarating.
Danielle took her hands of her hips, lifting them up to increase the
applause. She gazed out at the audience of mostly male bikers. She’d never been
to a biker rally and Neil wasn’t a biker, but he thought visiting Sturgis would
be fun. He was right. This was fun.
Dani was smiling legitimately when she took her place beside
the previous contestants. They were a mixed group. A few had figures as nice as
hers, but weren’t as pretty. One was absolutely gorgeous, but her breasts were
as flat as her ass. A lot looked like tramps covered in tattoos and bellies
that stuck out over their bikini bottoms.
There were three more contestants, an attractive older woman
with a great body, but she looked tired and worn out. The next woman was
lovely, but chubby, but by no means undesirable to the men watching, many with
their own large bellies. She got considerable applause.
The final contestant was the threat to Dani’s winning the
contest.
“Lets hear it for our final contestant, another native of
South Dakota, Wendy Whiteman!”
Wendy galloped out on stage, pretending she was riding a
horse. She was the cowgirl to Dani’s Indian. Wendy took off her cowboy hat and
waved it at the crowd. She was naturally blonde with bright blue eyes. Her skimpy
black leather bikini covered a body every bit as amazing as Dani’s. She appeared
taller, but was wearing heeled cowgirl boots, the heels making her legs look
better than Dani’s.
