In the Dark, Chapter 20

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 20

Maria explained that she had seen a clock in the house that showed 11:15 when we left the party for the fairway, so we had all of the time in the world before we needed to go home. We crossed Par by just making sure no traffic was close enough to hit us and wandered over as near the clubhouse as we dared. It looked like a quiet night there, so we moved along to the big tee. Once on the big tee, we settled down for a leisurely fuck. We'd both had sex with someone out of our regular family of fuckers, and I think we were reflecting on how we should handle it. Maria had not been inseminated, but I had inseminated Betty. Did Maria's having instigated it make it OK?

Maria had already demonstrated infidelity by fucking me, even though she was married. Was fucking Albert any worse? Had she fucked around before? In the context of our little ad hoc family was infidelity acceptable? We had no contracts to enforce fidelity. There were no penalties for infidelity to our group but for our emotional attachment to each other. Was infidelity alright if at least two of us were involved in some sort of group as Maria and I were that night? Our sexual relationships were already at least partly open, since my dick was shared by all three women, and I felt free to fuck any one of them, any time two of us felt like screwing. The girls would have more sex available if there was at least one more dick in our family. Should I limit myself to just one of them and let the others find someone else? Which one would I choose? Would it hurt the others feelings if I did? Hard questions for a young man with a perpetual hard on who loved them and loved fucking them. I had also loved fucking Betty, even though I didn't love her. Heck, I didn't even know her. I guess she fell into some category like casual fuck.

I broached the subject with Maria. She seemed surprised that I would wonder about such things, perhaps believing I was too young to be thinking in terms of what was morally appropriate in our family. The net result of her considering my questions was, we should talk about it and decide what works best for all of us. As for my fucking Betty she thought that was not only OK, but a good thing. She suggested that there was a kind of poetic irony in her thinking she was fucking a budding young diplomat when she was actually fucking a junior high school kid. She also pointed out that I must have looked like I am in my 20's and not 14, at least when I was bare assed. She said I was probably just feeling guilty, even though she had not only gave me permission, but insisted I fuck Betty. I let the matter drop for the moment.

As we were discussing a moral code for our group I was laying on my back, gazing up at a beautiful vision of lustful femininity, who was sitting on my cock, slowly rising and falling on it while giving it deliciously random little squeezes. Were it not for my having been distracted by my, I guess, guilt feelings, I would have been really enjoying myself. Whatever I had done had been with permission, so I decided to enjoy myself, which was easy to do with the beautiful Maria riding my dick.

I enjoyed her grunts as she bounced up and down on my cock. Her vibrations were slowly changing into quivers, then into palpitations, and approaching the palsy level. I felt that I would never grow tired of the progression of her orgasmic increments. It was always vibrations from the moment she was penetrated, growing to quivers, then to palpitations, to a palsy, to uncontrollable, wild, gyrations of whatever body parts were not somehow constrained, finishing with collapse, literal unconsciousness. And she was just beginning out of control gyrations. I felt my balls rise up as they always did at point in Maria's orgasm cycle. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. I injected her cunt with sperm. She jerked around a few more times, Shrilling out her sex fueled screams and collapsed on me, totally unconscious. And, I thought, as usual, God, she is beautiful.

I had often wondered if her husband enjoyed the stages she progressed through in each of her orgasms. If he didn't, he was a fool. It suddenly occurred to me that he may have never seen her all the way to the end. If he was only interested in getting his own rocks off, without considering her needs, he may never have. I wondered if he could have short changed both of them by just wanting to get himself off and wasn't concerned about Maria. It would be impossible for me to not make sure she enjoyed fucking at least as much as I did. And indeed, it was obvious that she enjoyed fucking, if given the chance.

I cuddled her to me as she recovered her senses. She gradually regained consciousness and would have fallen asleep had I not prevented it. I lifted her head in my hands and ever so gently and lovingly kissed her. We had, again, spent about two hours atop the big tee. I felt we needed to leave. I encouraged Maria to stand up, and as she did, I joined her. The fifth fairway was visible from where we were. There seemed to be no unusual activity along its route, so I reentered her from behind and aimed her in that direction.

We crossed Par Avenue again, and headed across the green and down the fairway. As we neared the location of the party we crashed, I noticed with some surprise that the lights were still on, although somewhat dimmer. There were several people still there. Interestingly, most were hooked up like Maria and I are. Betty and Albert were still there, but were no longer together, but with other partners. She giggled and asked, "Do you want another beer?" I laughed and said, "You're crazy, but yeah, I would. Does that make me crazy, too?" She just giggled again and headed for the bar at the party. This time I stayed in her pussy.

The bartender remembered her and had the beers waiting for us when we arrived. He told us Mr. Eckerd and Miss Cramer had asked if he had seen us. Maria leaned over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him thank you, and we moved off to circulate around the party. Betty and Albert spotted us at about the same time and headed over to us. Betty and her follower came up behind us, and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a bit awkward for me because of how far I had to turn my head to align my lips. The feel of the back of her partners hands against my side were also a bit of a negative, but I understood that he was holding onto those D-sized tits just like I would if we exchanged places. Albert carried out a mirror image of what Betty did and kissed Maria in greeting.

Betty whispered in my ear (and probably in Maria's, too), "I missed you, big boy. That dick of yours is magical, and so big. Should I dump this guy so we can do it again?" I thought about it for a moment, noticing a particularly hard pinching of my cock my Maria's cunt, and whispered in reply, "If Mrs. North decides she wants to play with Mr. Eckerd or some of the other gentlemen, we'll get together again, but if she doesn't we'll have to wait for another party, OK?" She pouted a second and whispered, "Just make sure you come get me if she does. I'd like to cum that hard again!" Then as an afterthought she said, "Mrs North? REALLY?" I just kissed her, and Maria nearly squeezed my dick off. Betty and her companion wandered off.

While Betty and I were talking, Albert and Maria were also having a conversation, although not in whispers as Betty and I were. He told the woman he was walking with that, "This is the vision of loveliness, and her friend, who instructed us in this marvelous way for a man and a woman to walk together. He introduced his current partner, "Margaret, This is Elaine Randall. Elaine, May I introduce Miss Margaret North. Elaine, Margaret." Maria added, It's really Mrs. North. My husband, Oliver, is a fast track captain in our nation's army. He is presently in Korea serving as an advisor to the South Korean military. Men always seem to have to go off and play war. And, behind me is my dear friend Robert Kissinger. At least he has the good sense to be a part of the Diplomatic Corps. rather than the military. He is also very good at using what I am currently attached to." Shiver. "And Miss Randall, what do you do?"

Elaine replied, "Well, I must confess that I am also Mrs. Randall, and my husband is an entrepreneur investor. He's currently in the City meeting with his investors and his brokers. It is nice to have a husband whose work lets him live in a lovely village like Orlando and only requires his presence in New York two or three months a year. I just love the public schools here. Our daughter, Barbara, is attending Memorial Junior High School and will be in the ninth grade this coming school year. It's so nice to have her home all year instead of her being away at a girl's finishing school.
Some of her friends are spending the weekend with her at our house. Her governess is looking after them" Maria said she had heard good things about the Orange County school system and particularly about Memorial Junior High. She asked of Elaine, "Since your daughter is going to be in the ninth grade, may I ask why you left her at home? I would think a party of this sort would be good as an experience that would help her mature."

Elaine answered, "Oh no, Barbara is still too immature to be able to cope with this sort of event. She would be mortified to have her little titties and almost bare pussy on display where there were this many people around. And, she'll have her friends tomorrow night as I will be going to the Martin's for a party tomorrow night" Maria commented, "That's so sad. She is missing out on a lot because of being so immature." She added, "I don't believe I have been introduced to the Martins. I would love to have a party to attend tomorrow night, at least for a while."

Elaine responded, "Oh, that just isn't right. I'll just tell Mary that I have invited you on her behalf. She would be mortified if she were to miss the opportunity to share her hospitality with you and Mr. Kissinger. Do you know where she lives?" Maria said, "That is so nice of you, Elaine. I don't know for certain that I will be able to attend, but if you will give me directions to her house I will try to drop by, if I can't make it to the entire event. Does the dress become this informal?" Elaine said, "The Martin's own the home that is on Par Avenue, beside the fifth green. And, with this new way of walking about with a gentleman friend, I suspect most of the attendees will reach this level of informality quite early. Do come if you can."

Maria commented, "Do you think she would mind my bringing my younger sister and her classmate? I would hate to think of them spending another night with nothing to do but play cards in the suite." Elaine immediately responded. "No. No. I'm sure it would be alright. If the girls are a lovely as you, I suspect we will all be pleased for them to be there." Maria finished the conversation with, "Well, Elaine, it's good to meet you. I think Robert and I need to circulate a bit, and perhaps refresh ourselves with a swim in the pool. We'll, perhaps, be able to visit more later." We left to a chorus of farewells and continued our wandering around the grounds.

Talking softly, Maria told me that we had just been invited into Orlando's and Winter Park's upper social class. She seemed amused at how easy it was. We placed our empty bottles on the bar and the bartender immediately handed us fresh ones. Maria asked if he would be working the Martin's party the next night, and he said that he would. She told him that we may see him there, and left with another kiss on his cheek as a thank you. She told me that it is always good to be nice to the wait staff. In this case being recognized by the bartender would add to our credibility as people who belong at this type of party.

Maria led us to the steps into the pool. I withdrew my dick from her pussy so we could walk down the steps, side-by-side. She waded six or eight feet into the water, dunked herself, had me dunk too, put her arms around my neck, and pulled me into a kiss. I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her to me, my dick sliding between her wet thighs and across her pussy lips. I squatted down a little bit, aligned my cock with her tunnel and pressed myself into her inner softness. We made love for a while in the pool, its underwater lights casting an ethereal glow on our bodies. The effect of the lighting enhanced her beauty, giving her the appearance of a sex goddess.

I thrust slowly in and out for several minutes, feeling her orgasm rise to the high quivering level. I broke our kiss for a moment and whispered, "I don't want you to have a strong orgasm here in the pool. I know you want to show the other women here what a great orgasm looks like, but you might drown if you knock yourself out. Please?" She just grunted and ground her hips onto my cock, but I think she saw that I was right. She resumed our kiss, but gradually let her orgasm die.

I hated it for her (and for me), but it was the right thing to do. After a few more minutes, she led me from the pool and reconnected my dick to her pussy. As we air dried, we finished our beers (which had been on a table near the steps to the pool) and returned them to the bartender. He gave us a quisical look, but didn't offer us anything else to drink. Maria asked his name and he told her it was Joseph. She flattered him when she told him she hoped we would see him again, soon, and gave him a last kiss on the cheek. We drifted away from the bar. I noted from a clock that I could see in the kitchen that it was nearly five o'clock. The lights around the pool had let the early dawn slip up on us. I gently urged Maria onto the fairway and toward home. We raced the dawn to her house, rinsed, kissed, fondled each other while we dried, and went inside, joining Marene in the bed.