In the Dark Chapter 16

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 16

About a half hour later, Maria woke up, stretching and telling me how good she felt. She had no idea of what time it was, but I told her I thought it was about nine o'clock. She told me we needed to get home because she didn't believe she could talk our parents into letting us stay another night. She said that if we stayed a home and complained about how boring it was at home, she might get them to allow their us to stay over Friday night. She could tell our moms how much company we were when her husband was out of town. She could gush about how well behaved we were and what a good influence we were on Marene. She felt she could get us over two or three nights a week during the summer when her husband was driving his truck.

Joanne was stirring, so we talked with her as she got the energy to stand up. She grumpily wandered off a little way and we could hear the splashing as she peed. She was nicer when she came back. Marene was last to wake up, but only a couple of minutes after Joanne came back from peeing. Marene asked what was going on, and we told her that Joanne had just gone pee, and she told us she needed to do the same thing, so we pointed in the opposite direction. She walked maybe three yards, squatted, and squirted as we watched. She dumped what sounded like a couple of gallons.

Maria told us it was time to get ready to go, so everyone needed to help get things back in the car's trunk. The only light we had was starlight, so we had to be careful to get all of the stuff located and make sure it got put in the trunk. Fortunately, a 1947 Studebaker's trunk is huge and everything fit back inside with plenty of room to spare. We made a last check for stuff and didn't find anything. Its amazing how much easier it is to repack a cars trunk when you aren't looking for stray items of clothing.

The drive back to the ramp was easier than the drive to our temporary home in the sand. We had been on the beach for about six hours. The tide was now pretty much all the way out, so the beach was really wide. It was better than a modern freeway for two reasons, it was about 10 lanes wide, and there was no speed limit. Even back then, beaches like Daytona had a 10 mph speed limit where people congregated, and no speed limit where few people hung out.

Maria was driving very carefully to avoid soft spots in the beach. We surely didn't want to get stuck, but we were nearing the ramp. She noticed a public shower and pulled up to it, saying, "Everybody out and get rinsed off. You're going to leave a ton of sand in here on the way back, if we don't rinse it off, and I don't know about you, but I'm sticky from the salt water and don't want to have to wait for a shower until we get home and be uncomfortable all the way There." We agreed, and when she stopped the car close to the shower, four naked bodies got out and went to rinse off. The cool water felt really good, and we were all refreshed once we had air dried and returned to the car.

Everyone wanted to ride in the front seat going home, and Joanne said she wanted to ride in my lap with my dick in her pussy so she could at least experience a little of the pleasure the other two girls got from walking with me inside them. Everyone thought that was fair, and until I started driving, that was the way she and I always traveled. Marene got in the car next to her mother, I got in, and Joanne got in and settled in my lap on my cock. We quickly learned that riding in a car, cock in cunt, can be very satisfying. The vibrations of the engine, the motion of the car over the road, and occasional surprise irregularities in the pavement kept me moving in her pussy in a kind of steady, but random motion that brought her frequent, petite orgasms; yes, just little tiny ones, one after the other like the cars of a train passing by on a railroad track, one after the other after the other after the other. Every time she had one, she would squeeze my dick in a most delicious way. We both really enjoyed the ride home. The girls chattered with each other all the way about how good the orgasms they had were. I guess being fucked or corn holed unconscious was good from their points of view. I didn't mind doing it either.

Back at the Nortin home I encouraged the girls to let me wash them out and rinse them off, but Marene and Joanne begged off saying they were just too tired and wanted to go to bed. Maria just winked at me, saying she wanted to tuck the younger girls in bed, first. I acquiesced, just rinsing myself one more time. As I was drying Maria came back and said the girls had fallen asleep by the time their heads hit the pillow, but she would be good for a while longer. I said I was OK too. She took my hand, stood me up, and kissed me. Then she turned away, backed up, and impaled herself on my dick, saying, "Let's go for a little walk." It was a little after 1:30. I replied with, "Sure" and she led me out the door.

She did something a little different this time. She turned onto my street and strolled along toward Edgewater Drive. She whispered to me over her shoulder, "I want to do some window shopping in College Park. My answer to that was, "You're crazy!" She just nodded, and I made sure I had a good grip on her tits. As we walked, she pointed out houses and whispered about things that she thought were interesting about the people who lived in them. I made similar comments in return. I think what we did would be considered gossiping. Of course Maria was doing her vibrating thing all the time we were walking, obviously enjoying the constant orgasmic buzz she was getting.

It occurred to me that her vibrating was similar to what Joanne experienced on our ride back from the beach, with the difference being instead of one little orgasm after another, Maria's were continuous. A few days later I asked her if it was hard to change places with Marene when we were all walking, sharing their dick time. She made an interesting revelation. She said that once they started, they continued for as much as an hour and a half after my cock was withdrawn, so if they swapped back and forth in less time than that, she never stopped. I wondered aloud if Marene's continuous orgasms worked the same way. She told me they had discussed it and hers actually lasted longer before vanishing. I guess heredity can be a wonderful thing.

We got to Edgewater, which was fairly busy, even in those days, but at two o'clock in the morning, even it was quiet. It was four or five blocks along Edgewater to the College Park business district. We covered those few blocks, chatting amiably. At least two cars came by, but they ignored us. Perhaps my hands on Maria's tits made it look to someone driving past and getting just a glimpse of us on the sidewalk like she had a bra top of some sort on, and because of the way her back was arched it is possible that her lower body seemed to be clothed, too, because of how their headlights shined on her slightly contorted body. Anyway, no one paid any attention to us.

The College Park business district was only two blocks long, with two drug stores, a hardware store, an old fashioned corner grocery store, a service station, a barber shop, and a few other stores that sort of came and went over time. As a kid I didn't pay much attention to stores that I didn't frequent. There was also a stop light (red, yellow, green, although the red and green lights alternated from side to side) at the intersection of Edgewater and Princeton.

We crossed the street. Maria wanted to look in the John's hardware store's window (the last time I was there it was still in business). It was one of those stores that had every conceivable item of hardware. At the time you could still even buy horse collars. Passing the drug store on the corner (used to have a great soda fountain), she started gazing at the odds and ends in the window. She seemed unconcerned about being seen by anyone, including neighbors and the members of her church (Methodist, two blocks down Edgewater from where we were standing. Once her curiosity was satisfied, she wandered on down the block, finally seeing if there were any specials in the grocery store's windows. The store's window clock showed the time to be a few minutes before four o'clock. We jay walked across the intersection of Edgewater and Princeton, walking under the signal light, ignoring the colors, completely.

She continued on down Edgewater, detouring across the concrete apron of the service station onto Harvard Avenue, a quiet residential street, one of the many brick streets in Orlando. She led me down the center of the street, occasionally zig-zagging a little and sometimes doing what seemed like little dance steps. I was trying to match her little dances, but wasn't doing too well. One car came down the street, and Maria led me up someone's driveway onto the sidewalk, and the car proceeded past us without any apparent reaction to our nudity. The simple fact that drivers were able to pass two naked people walking along fucking without noticing was almost mind blowing. I mean Maria wasn't even trying to hide. Maybe the darkness and our acting as though nothing was unusual was the secret to their not paying attention to us. I know that for the years after our initial naked walks started, we walked freely in almost any area, Orlando, Winter Park, Apopka, Ocala, Gainesville (University of Florida), Sanford, Cocoa Beach, Daytona Beach, Deland (Stetson College), Tampa, or even on one occasion in Jacksonville, and got essentially the same response, if we were nonchalant about it. Unless we put ourselves on display as we had done crossing Colonial Drive a few nights ago, giving the truckers a thrill, we were seldom noticed, and then it seemed to be just a quick double take. Marene and Joanne even walked naked, hand-in-hand, along a beach with a lot of sunbathers and swimmers, and no one paid them any unusual attention to them. Of course those are stories for another time. This one is about how things got started.

At the end of Harvard Avenue, we turned left and returned to Princeton. There were cars here, too, but they cleared at about the time we got to the curb, so Maria headed us on a diagonal across the street toward Princeton School. I remember it being about a block and a half before we got to Elizabeth Street. She had aimed us perfectly to get us to the school side of Elizabeth without getting out of the street. Princeton had remained quiet. By-the-way, in those days Princeton was another two lane brick street with the usual 25 mile per hour speed limit. It just went a longer distance than most without any stop signs, and only a couple of signal lights (Orange Avenue and Edgewater Drive). It ran all the way from Mills Street to the Orange Blossom Trail, U.S. Highways 17,92, and 441, a distance of two or three miles, but now it is mostly four-lanes and paved with asphalt, which while smoother, is inferior to brick in every other way, particularly durability.

Maria walked down this section of Elizabeth Street toward our favorite streetlight. I have been remiss in not describing the light for you. It was standard for the time. It hung from the center of a wire that was strung diagonally across the intersection between two poles. The light itself was composed of a socket, a circular, fluted metal reflector painted white on the bottom and green on the top, and a typical 60 watt light bulb. It did a more than adequate job of lighting the intersection, and was less expensive to buy, install, and maintain than modern Murcury or Sulfur vapor lights on their cute, expensive, metal poles. I guess that means progress doesn't doesn't always mean better, but often just more expensive. I confess the need to replace the light bulb once or twice a year costs a dollar or two including labor, but the initial installation is cheap, and a 60 watt light bulb uses less electricity than the 500 watt Sodiun or Mercury vapor lights it was replaced with (enough soapbox time).

Even as we walked into the light, I could see headlights in one direction and taillights in the other. Maria disconnected from my dick and simply lay down in the street, expecting me to give her a missionary fuck. I complied with her implied request and climbed aboard. She had to have one of the most desirable pussies in the world, and as it was attached to an incredibly pretty woman, it was an opportunity I couldn't resist. But, as I fucked her, I made it clear that I would rather be fucking her somewhere I could take my time, like we had done the night before on top of the big tee. She grumbled an OK, so I got out of her, lifted her up and led her to the playground. I think she liked testing just how much we could get away with.

As we approached the playground I led her to the grassy hillside where Joanne had recovered a couple of nights ago. I laid her on the ground and re-entered her cunt, starting a gentle motion in her vibrating hole. I kissed her, cuddled her, and told her how much I loved her. I told her how beautiful she was, how delightful was her tall, slender, willowy, body, how loving was her pussy, how I enjoyed looking at her, how it was hard to believe Marene was her daughter and not her two or three year younger sister. She purred as well as vibrated. She seemed happy hearing me speak to her in terms of love. I know I was happy to be sharing love with her in this soft, gentle, sweet way. She was glowing, and I suspect I may have been giving off a little light myself. We talked schedules, menstrual, her husbands trips, overnight stays, how much longer we could stay naked. A million things.

Unconsciously, I had been gradually building the speed of my thrusts into her pussy, and her vibrations were getting stronger. I noticed our surroundings were becoming visible. Early dawn had arrived. At least we were close to home. I called Maria's attention to the growing light and sped up my thrusts, adding enough force to move her across the grass. I was no longer gentle, but now forceful, banging her almost violently. She moved quickly through quivers to thrashing around. Clearly her vibrations had moved on toward a much grander orgasm. My balls were rising up, fast. I started blasting jolt after jolt of cum into her cunt, which pushed her over the edge into near oblivion. It was already later than any other time I had been out, so I needed to get us home. I gathered Maria up in a fireman's carry and raced for home. There was actually sunlight hitting the tops of trees when I hustled her around the corner to the back of the house. Lights were on next door at Bethany's home.

I didn't want to stay outside to wash off with the neighbors awake and at home. Instead I took Maria inside and put her in Marene's bed, gently kissing her and then checking on the younger girls in Marene's bed. I wondered how long Marene would remain passed out. I had not slept since the morning before, so I went to their living room couch and crashed.