In the Dark Chapter 10

By Oliver Winslet

A boy, two girls, a mom, and several others get together for late night adventures. mf, mff, mF, mFf, mFff, MF, MFF, M+F+f, mFFff, Mf, teen, voy, exhib, harem, public sex, caught.

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Author's Note

This is a story meant for adult reading, only. If you are under eighteen or whatever the minimum legal age is in your jurisdiction, if you find reading stories containing graphic representations of sexual acts offending, or if reading such literature is illegal where you are, leave right now.

Chapter 10

Much to my surprise, Marene turned up, waking me by kissing me and playing with my dick. She got us both naked and we were about to leave when Joanne, already naked and carrying her clothes came into the tent. I was flattered that they wanted to spend the time with me.

When we left, we headed in the direction of Lake Ivanhoe. I rubbed Marene's now bald pussy and paid her the compliments I should have last night. I told her how much I appreciated her doing it for me. Joanne asked if I wanted her to shave, too. I told her that if it was something she would like doing, I would appreciate her doing it, but she didn't have to.

We walked down Elizabeth Street toward the streetlight. I was in my usual position behind Marene, fucking her while walking (we had both become comfortable with the 'contortions' involved). Joanne was walking very close to us, one of her arms was across my back and the other was usually in her pussy, but occasionally she would massage Merene's tits. It was a comfortable arrangement, and we were all satisfied with it.

Remember, this is only the second night that Joanne had walked with us at night. Since it was Sunday night (really Monday morning), it would most likely be very quiet. Most people went to bed early to get ready for the start of the work week. That meant that the risk of getting caught was lower than usual, so Joanne would be safer tonight than her previous excursion on Saturday (party) night. The important thing is, she didn't know this, and I had only figured it out recently, myself. Oh, I've also figured out that Marene doesn't care. She just likes being exposed, any time, regardless of the risk.

So, we were approaching the streetlight, Joanne's first one. It was obvious she was holding back. Marene gave my dick a squeeze with her pussy and whispered over her shoulder to me that she wanted me to fuck Joanne in the middle of the intersection under the streetlight. I twitched my dick back at her (dick in pussy communication was a new twist on my relationship with Marene). I took my right hand off of Marene's tit and put it around Joanne's back, squeezing her close enough to capture her tit instead of Marene's. We continued toward the streetlight, sort of dragging Joanne with us. Her reluctance at being in the light, outdoors and naked, was really apparent.

Marene gently removed her pussy from my dick when we were entering the intersection. I moved behind Joanne, moving my left hand from Marene's tit to Joanne's and slid my hard cock between Joanne's butt cheeks. She seemed really anxious, but let me keep her moving into the intersection. I think she thought I was just trying to comfort her.

When we were directly under the streetlight, Marene turned and stopped in front of us, whispering to Joanne, “I want Ollie to fuck you. Right here. Right now. Lean forward and suck one of my tits. Ollie, fuck her!” “But . . . But,” she exclaimed, “We're right under the streetlight.” “Exactly!” replied Marene, pulling Joanne toward her left tit.

I squatted to accommodate Joanne's shorter legs and relative lack of flexibility, finding her pussy hole, which was running with girl juice, and pushed in. Since we were really exposed, I started pumping hard, hoping for a quick cum for both of us. I saw a car's headlights coming down the cross street a few blocks away and sped up even more. I pointed the car out to Marene. She ignored me. Joanne was now in her own world, not aware of anything but my dick in her cunt and Marene's tit in her mouth. I sped up even more.

The car was now only about a block and a half away. I am sure that that the driver and any passengers could see us. Maybe our so blatantly fucking in the intersection frightened the driver, but the car turned left a block away. The threat had heightened my libido, and I was ready to fill Joanne's pussy with my sperm. Joanne was close to cumming, too. I gave a few more hard pushes and shot off, sending millions of sperm into her pussy. She slumped into Marene and away from me, breaking our contact. I reached forward to grab her and keep her from falling. Now we needed to get out of the light. I will tell you, without a doubt, fucking Joanne in the middle of the street was the scariest thing I had ever done, specially when I saw that car headed our way.

Joanne was really groggy after her orgasm, so I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the tennis courts. I lay her down on the cool concrete and began kissing her here and there. Marene did the same thing from the other side. She began to slowly revive. It seemed that the more times I fucked Joanne, the more strongly she responded. Her orgasms were so intense, I was beginning to think I might end up fucking her to death, literally.

Joanne finally began to revive. I asked her if we needed to take her home, but she said that she wanted to continue walking with us. She stood up on shaky legs and began to make her wobbly way to the school playground. Marene backed up to me, I slid my dick back into her pussy, and we followed the somewhat dazed girl.

I was looking for someplace that we could let Joanne rest some more. Off to the side in the direction of Elizabeth street there was a grassy slope that seemed just right. We led her to a place we could watch her and still play on the swings, and made sure she was resting.

Leaving Joanne, Marene and I did our regular swing thing. The swing felt really good tonight. It seemed a little bit cooler and the motion of the swing through the air felt really good. Marene's pussy sliding up and down my cock also felt really good. She was really sopping, with a combination of her juices and the combination of Joanne's and my juices that I had on me after fucking Joanne.

Marene's almost constant vibrations were slowly accelerating, suggesting that she was approaching a larger orgasm. In truth I was amazed at her ability to function, considering her constant state of arousal. I had also begun to think she may be exceptional in that capability since Joanne didn't exhibit the same ability. Indeed, she may be one of a kind. I didn't know how to test that theory. I would surely like to give it a try, at least by being the fucker for all of the fuckee test subjects.

Although when we had jumped from the swings a couple of nights ago and had a great orgasm, I felt we were lucky not to have sprained or broken something, so I slowed the swing so we could get safely to the ground. We had not enjoyed a block buster organism, but at least Marene was vibrating at a higher level. Of course being plugged into her pussy for so many hours had not hurt my on level of continuous arousal. Heck, I had been hard for a good 8 hours since this time yesterday. The circumstances combined with my age were working in favor of my having a nearly permanent erection.

The thing to do seemed to be to gather up Joanne and keep on with our walk. Joanne was very much revived after her nap on the grass, so we set out right away. Joanne had no difficulty crossing under the streetlight in front of the school. Apparently having experienced extreme exposure earlier made her much braver.

When we got to the lake once again, the girls ganged up on me and insisted we cross the causeway. I was concerned that there was a police patrol in the area that might catch us, but that prospect didn't seem to phase them. I had little choice but to follow them, if I wanted to keep my hard dick in one of their cunts. Of course Joanne just didn't have the physical properties to easily maintain penetration while walking, so I was really thinking about Marene's pussy for constant contact. So, off we went.

Marene seemed to want to dawdle across the causeway. She stopped to see what was going on in the water under the bridge in the middle of the causeway, Leaning over the railing looking at a few fish who were swimming under the streetlight that was just to the side of the bridge. It was interesting, but we had been there for several minutes, and I felt anxious over the chance of cars coming in our direction. There had been none so far, which made things scarier. Having probably been seen by people in a car, once already, I really did not want to repeat the experience.

Of course worry about something and it usually happens. There was a car coming down Dartmouth Street from the College Park business district that runs on the north side of the lake. Worse yet, it was moving fairly fast. If we hadn't already been seen,there was no realistic way we could get out of site before we were. I told both girls about it, but only Joanne seemed concerned, and her concern seemed less than I would have expected. Marene simply stood up and started walking normally the rest of the way across the causeway.

I guess the driver hadn't noticed us or didn't realize we were naked, since he didn't turn to come by where we were, going straight on around the lake. Merene decided not to turn where we had on Friday night, but kept walking strait ahead. I askled where she was going, and she told me she wanted to walk around the lake. The way she was going could only mean she wanted to walk around the big lake. In those days, I-4 wasn't there. It would be decades before it was built, but walking around the big lake probably added two or three miles to the trip and involved areas where there were several businesses; a good three-quarters of a mile of Ivanhoe Blvd , which comes off onto Lakeview, and is almost a thoroughfare; about half a mile of Orlando's busy main street, Orange Avenue; some packing houses; the city's electric generating plant, a boat launch ramp; and Fairchild Funeral Home.

There was also a matter of time. I didn't have any idea how long it would take, but I was sure it would take at least an hour longer, if all we did was walk, and probably two hours. And the sidewalks were mostly away from the lake shore on the side of the street where there were businesses, offering few places to to hide. I figured it was about 2:30, considering the time spent fucking and Joanne's recovery time. We needed to be at the tent by around 4:30 or 5:00 to avoid paper boys and milkmen. By 5:30 we would be confronted with twilight and by 6:00 it would be daylight enough to make hiding impossible. I shared my concerns with Marene, but she just brushed them off as being unimportant. Of course, if she were to be still wandering around bare-assed in daylight, she might change her mind, particularly if we were not anywhere near the tent.

Marene was determined and Joanne seemed willing. I didn't want them to do it by themselves, so I went with them. Marene did walk a little faster, which had two benefits; the walk would take less time, and my dick was getting a better massage from Marene's pussy.

She turned onto Ivanhoe Blvd., which had some sidewalks on the side of the street with the houses. The street made a wide turn to the right as it approached Lakeview. I knew that when we got close we would have to walk through the park an the left in order to avoid detection. In those days the park was just a big open field between Lakeview and the lake. There was no cover except distance from the road, and the distance became pretty small as we got closer to the main streets.

Never-the-less, Marene marched on. I could tell the risk was having an effect on her because her vibrations were approaching the quivering stage. My dick was enjoying it too, since her quivers translated into muscle spasms in the wonderful cunt that surrounded my cock. Joanne seemed surprisingly tranquil with the risk we were taking. She had her right hand in her pussy all the time and was obviously working it pretty hard, but she still had an arm around me most of the time, and it wasn't squeezing any more than if we were at home. Apparently, Joanne was becoming comfortable with her nudity. There is no question that Marene was.

We were almost at the merge with Lakeview and have had no more traffic to deal with. Unfortunately that would come to an abrupt end. I urged the girls across the road into the park to reduce our visibility, but I was afraid I was too late. There was a car coming down Lakeview toward us at a pretty high speed with its bright lights on. I pushed the girls down, flat on the ground, hoping we would be low enough that something would put us in shadow. It didn't work. We were clearly illuminated. The car slowed, but then sped up again and drove off. God must like a trio of naked teenagers.

The girls were unhappy that I had pushed them down, suggesting that I needed to work on my manners. I responded that there would have been no need if they hadn't decided to take the long(est) way home. We fooled around for a minute or two, groping each other and sharing a few kisses. I even stuck my prick in Joanne's cunt for a couple of strokes to get a little different perspective on young pussy before rejoining my regular cunt in Marene. Marene has become a lot looser since I have been spending several hours every day inside her. Joanne, having been fucked only three times is much tighter. Not better, just tighter.

When we got to Orange Avenue things got a little dicier. We either had to walk on the sidewalk in front of businesses or walk on the street. I think Marene would have preferred the street, but a little sanity prevailed and we crossed to where the sidewalk was located.

The sidewalk was OK until we got to the businesses. We had spent about 45 minutes since leaving the causeway getting here, so we were not making very good time. Now, the businesses, mostly retail stores, had lighted windows and some had sidewalk canopies that were lighted as well. It might as well have been daylight. There were a couple of alleys, but most of the stores were touching one another. There was no place to hide . . . at all.

The girls walked along as if it was pitch black, including Marene squeezing my tightly embedded prick. I cannot get over the change in Joanne. Her public fucking must have thrown some sort of switch in her brain that changed her from sweet, shy girl to "Hey, look at me! I'm naked," exhibitionist girl. Under the right circumstances I would have liked that, but right here, right now, it didn't make me happy.

Marene was worse, a whole lot worse. She wasn't being just and exhibitionist, she was proudly showing all of herself off. She seemed to go out of the way to expose herself to risk, or just to expose herself. She acted as though there was nothing that could happen to her that would in any way harm her. Of course she was beautiful and a delight to look at, not to mention fuck for hours at a time as I was doing, but beauty sometimes needs to be protected; in this case from itself.

There were several cars coming from the south (downtown), so since there was an alley just past the next store I hustled them into it. No one slowed down, so it must have been OK. We were nearing where we should turn off of Orange Avenue onto a street that went on around the lake (Today it's a continuation of Lakeview and a dead end). Feeling a sense of relief, I urged the girls to cross the street where of course a sidewalk started on the west side of Orange Avenue. unfortunately, Marene was not having anything to do with going the sensible way. She was heading across the street we should take to continue on Orange. At least we didn't have to walk in front of the funeral home.

Again, Orange Avenue was heavily populated with storefronts. One of them was an appliance store that Joanne's dad owned. I suggested to Marene that we should have taken the other street, Marene told me she wanted to go by Joanne's dad's store to window shop. She also said she wanted to check out the Coliseum, which was a venue for Holiday parties and daily roller skating (long gone, now). Unfortunately, this stretch of businesses was really lit up. It felt almost like walking across a stage in the spotlight.

Thank goodness there were a few allies along this stretch of sidewalk, too. The first store we came to had something in the window that gave me a real shock. It was a clock that said the time was 4:17. That meant if we really hurried, we would still get back in the early dawn. It also told me that we had used a lot more time than I thought we had. For sure, we would be sharing the roads with paper boys and milk men in less than an hour.

Traffic was picking up, with several cars passing in the last few minutes. Joanne just ignored them, as did Marene. When we got to the appliance store, two blocks later, Marene and Joanne stopped and looked at each item on display in the window. It must have taken them 15 minutes to decide to move on. None of the couple dozen cars that passed paid any attention. Southbound traffic was passing within 10 or 15 feet of us, so its hard to understand. Maybe we just look like silhouettes from the street, or the drivers were still a little groggy and needing that first cup of morning coffee.

Princeton was the next street, and there was a service station (closed) on the corner, our corner, and a citrus processing plant across the street. The girls cut diagonally across the service station's pavement, still seemingly unconcerned about being naked in public and continued on down Princeton toward the school, which was close to a half mile away. At least for the moment there was no traffic on Princeton. If any cars came from the direction we were heading, the girls would give them some pretty good tits and pussy shots. I of course was partly hidden behind Marene. By-the-way, she was still doing nice things to my dick with her pussy.

We both should be sore by now, considering how much fucking we had done, but I felt fine, and she seemed to feel good, too. Joanne also seemed to feel good. Her right hand was still buried in her pussy and the other moved from around me to Marene's tits to her own tits. She had a big, happy smile on her pretty face.

It was just a couple more blocks to Elizabeth Street. Dawn was beginning to break behind us, and the shadows were beginning to lighten a tiny bit. I saw our first paper boy turn onto Princeton, going the other way. There would be more. Milk deliveries started around 6:00. We might get to the tent before then, but both girls needed to have their pussies washed, and that wasn't going to happen until we got Joanne's house.

Turning onto Elizabeth Street seemed like coming home. We had been gone for at least five hours, so the stress of being naked on the streets was beginning to take a toll on me. I saw a couple more paper boys in the distance. Maybe our streets were near the end of their routes. I sure hoped so.

Finally, we reached Joanne's house. I did the honors with the hose, cleaning their pussies as thoroughly as I could, and finishing with a full rinse, except for hair. I rinsed myself and turned off the hose. To save Joanne some time I quietly opened her screen and told her to get inside. She had clothes there, anyway, so she could put on whatever she slept in and no one would be the wiser. We'd find a way to get the ones in the tent back to her later in the day. She did what she was told to do.

Marene and I headed toward my house and the tent. I asked if she wanted to go straight home, but she said she wanted to come back with me. I was agreeable, so we made it to the tent before sunrise. I was glad we didn't have any really early risers in our neighborhood.

Marene wanted me to fuck her until we both cummed. I told her there would be plenty of time for that, later. So, a few more kisses and some moderate groping and she was dressed and away.