In the Dark, Chapter 7

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 7

Back at the tent we disconnected, followed by some gentle hugging, kissing, and fondling, but no more intercourse. Hey, we were clean and needed to stay that way until morning. We once again professed our love for each other, Marene dressed, and we said our goodbyes. I dozed off, almost instantly.

Joanne turned up at about 7:30 in the morning. I had put on a pair of shorts before going to sleep, earlier in the morning, so I was able to sit up and talk with her without exposing a bare prick, which was good. She told me that she had seen us this morning and was all set to talk about it. I told her we had waked her up on purpose as a tease, but that I didn't think we should talk more about it until Marene got there. I did lay out the basics of the plan we had devised for her joining us tonight. We had decided simple was best, so that was what it was.

I told her to make sure her bedroom's window screen was unhooked, but closed. In those days, window screens had wooden frames that were held in place with a couple of open-latch hooks at the top and held closed with a hook at the bottom. I told her to make sure she practiced opening and closing it until she could open and close it without making any noise. I knew she had one of those alarm clocks whose numbers would glow in the dark. She should put it where she could see it without doing anything more than turning her head, and to make sure it is wound up. When she went to bed she was to repeat to herself, over and over, “Wake up at midnight!” That way she would probably wake up on time without having to set the alarm (very noisy).

When she woke up she was to go to the bathroom and pee, making just a little bit of noise. If it woke her parents, they would not find anything unusual if she made a little noise when she went back to her bedroom. Back in the room, it was time to change into shorts and a t-shirt. Nothing else was needed since she would only wear the clothes to go to the tent and later back home. The rest of the time she would be naked, just like Marene and me. Getting out was to simply open the screen, slip out, and close the screen again. When things were finished for the night, she could just reverse the leaving process and everything would be fine. And, her last step coming home was to go to the bathroom again. That diversion, if done fairly regularly, would get her parents used to her being up late at night and in the early morning, making later excursions easier and safer to carry out. The bathroom trips should take place every night, whether we were going out or not.

Marene arrived at little after 8:30, and we had a short review of the plan and a discussion about what route to take. Marene and I had already made the decision, but we acted like we wanted Joanne to feel like she had made a lot of the decisions. It proved to be the right thing to do. I told Joanne that she should be very quiet coming to the tent. We didn't want to wake my parents who slept in a bedroom next to the vacant lot with the window open at night. We seemed to have our plans straight for the coming night.

I told the girls I was hungry and was going to the house for some breakfast and invited them along. I added a t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes to my day's costume and led the girls into the house. Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up Dad's and her breakfast dishes and, smiling, invited us in She knew that the girls and I were pretty good friends, so she wasn't at all surprised that I had them in tow. She made it clear that I had a choice of cereal, cereal, or cereal for breakfast. I got a bowl and filled it with cereal, offering the girls some, too. They both said they would like some, which resulted in my producing two more bowls and spoons, the cereal box, sugar, and milk. We sat around the kitchen table making slurping sounds while we ate the cereal, and when we were finished, I shouted to my mom that we were heading out somewhere, and I'd be back early for supper. She replied with something, but I didn't pay any attention to it.

I had several nickels I had saved, so we decided to go to the drugstore in College Park and spend them on the pinball machine. Joanne told Marene and me that she had seen us again, naked, as we ran off after we squirted her with the hose again this morning. She said, “You two were really close together when you took off this morning.” Marene said, “Ollie's faster than I am, but I was doing my best to stay ahead of him.” Tongue in cheek I added that, ”I was practically tripping over her heels all the way back to the tent. She needed to go faster or get out of the way.” Marene stuck her tongue out at me and gave me a raspberry. Joanne would learn the truth when we went out tonight. It may be a shock to her, but we were certain that she would not tell on us because to do so she would have to admit she was running around naked in the middle of the night, too. Making her an accomplice and a “co-criminal” was a sure way to keep her mouth shut.

When we got to the drugstore, we spent my quarters, taking turns playing the pinball machine, until I was broke. The girls had ten cents between them, so they bought us a chocolate milkshake with three straws, and we sat at the soda fountain and enjoyed it. Marene and I let Joanne have the last slurp. We left the drugstore and went to Joanne's house, where we mooched lunch off of Mrs. Burns.

After we ate we went with Joanne into her bedroom and shut the door. The three of us checked out the window screen and figured out how to open it and close it very quietly. Marene went to find Mrs. Burns and chatted with her for a few minutes while I helped Joanne practice getting in and out of the window. She did pretty well, so I thought she would be able to handle it with little trouble. Marene came back from her chat with Mrs. Burns, and hinted that she and I needed to get out of Joanne's way so she could figure out what else she might need to do before we got into the night time activities. Joanne was a little nervous about our plan. We encouraged her spend some time thinking through what she needed for her escape and return. That struck her as a good idea, so she almost ran us off.

Marene's mom was home this afternoon, so we went to the tent. When we got to the tent, it was really hot, so we both lost our clothes, each of us lying on one of the cots. We were very quietly talking about tonight and Joanne. I reminded Marene that this was Saturday, and it was likely there would be a lot more people than usual out after midnight. She pointed out that the moon was at the beginning of the fourth quarter of its monthly cycle and would be overhead while we were out. It wouldn't be very bright, but it would make things a bit riskier.

The first thing that I thought of was, “You know that the extra risk will make it more exciting for all of us, and for Joanne, it will be specially so.” Marene responded with, “True, but the real risk is partiers out late driving home or late parties at the homes on the golf course.” My reply, “Well, the people driving home with probably be half drunk. If we get caught in anyone's headlights, let's just act like we have clothes on, and the liquor will make their booze addled minds think they were just seeing things. And, you remember the party we went past last night with the naked folks fucking in the front yard. I'll bet a lot of the parties tonight will be kind of like that, and we won't look out of place. I'll bet we are not the only ones naked on the golf course tonight.” Marene said, “I hadn't thought of it like that. You may be right and no one will think we are all that out of place. If any stuff happens, let's hope Joanne can handle it.” I agreed, "Let's hope so. With us there she should be able to. She can at least hide her naked body behind one of our naked bodies." We both laughed at that.

I wanted to give Marene a little personal attention, so I leaned over and kissed her. She responded very nicely. I moved the kisses to her tits, paying special attention to her nipples, which rose to the occasion. My dick rose, also. I kissed down her tummy from her breasts to her belly button, sticking my tongue in it and swirling it around, finally kissing it. I continued nibbling down through her pubic hair to her pussy, commenting, “I remember how pretty your pussy looked when be played doctor before any hair grew there. It'd be nice if it were still that way. It would be nicer to kiss, too. I bet it would be better for you, too.”

Having never seen a pussy up close before, I began examining hers with my fingers. I found a little button at the top of her pussy lips that made her jump when I licked it. I liked the little jump, so I licked it some more. She started to gently vibrate, again. God, it was easy to get her orgasms going.

Spreading her pussy lips I saw the channel into her cunt where my pecker had spent so many enjoyable hours, lately. It looked a little small, but it obviously was very stretchy. I slid my left hand's middle finger in it and moved it in and out. Marene's vibrating became a bit more intense. I curled my finger and rotated it around inside. When my fingertip crossed over a slightly rough patch of tissue just under her pubic bone, she made a soft little yipping noise and vibrated even faster. I did it again and got a slightly stronger response. I was having fun, playing with her pussy, so I decided to give that rough spot some major attention and began moving my finger back and forth over it as fast as I could. Her orgasm exploded. I stretched up and put my other hand over her mouth to dampen her cries, so she wouldn't attract all of the neighbors to see if I was killing her. But, it really was fun watching her squirm and wiggle, and vibrate with orgasmic pleasure. She was squirting a lot of juice out of her pussy, too, so I decided to taste it. Hmmmm, it tasted pretty good. I liked it.

I pulled my finger from her pussy, giving her little bump another lick or two and moved up to kiss her some more. My kisses were gentle and loving, and she returned them. I told her, again, how much I loved her, and she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me to her while she told me that no matter what she would always love me; that I was her first true love, and then she cried. I kissed her tears away and told her she needed a little cleaning before she went home. She grinned at me and said, “Your hose or mine.” I replied, “Mine, but with our clothes on. We'll go get a drink from the hose and you'll start a water fight. That way we can get our clothes wet and still get rid of the smell of sex that we both have on us.” She said, “OK. Let's do it!” Still vibrating with her slowly diminishing orgasm, she stood up and put her shorts and t-shirt back on. I did the same,

We went to the back yard of the house where the hose was and got a drink. After we had passed the hose back and forth a few times, Marene put her finger over the end of the hose and squirted me with water, doing a good job of getting me wet all over. I went on the attack, wrestling her for the hose, finally getting it away from her and thoroughly dousing her. She tried to run away but tripped over the hose. When she fell, I made a point of sitting on her so that her lower body was out of sight of the house and stuck the hose in her pussy. I could feel her belly swelling under me, but I kept the hose buried in her cunt, rinsing her out, very thoroughly. It occurred to me that as many sperm as I had pumped into her, the more she was washed out, the less likely she was to get pregnant. While I was washing her pussy, I could also feel her vibrations getting stronger. She was also beating me on the back yelling, “Get off of me you beast. Get off, or I'll never talk to you again.” That was a threat I didn't want her to carry out, so I gently removed the hose from her pussy and let her up. We had gotten right muddy while I had her pinned on the ground, so I rinsed her off, head to toe, and gave her the hose to do the same for me. I turned the hose off and we stood there, drip drying, and laughing at each other.

My mom had been watching us play in the water and called out, “What are you two trying to do, become mud wrestlers? That broke us up, and we started laughing really hard. Mom said, “When you two dry out a little, come in the kitchen and have some watermelon. It's good and cold.” We replied in chorus, “ OK!”

We went back to the tent and opened the end away from the street and went inside, got naked again, wrung out our clothes, and put them back on. It seemed a lot more adventurous being naked in the daytime with the tent open, even though it was unlikely anyone would see us. We kissed and groped each other for a couple of minutes, but stopped before it got serious and headed for the house and the watermelon.