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
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.