In the Dark Chapter 22
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
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.
The supper hour went as usual. I got asked a few questions about how I was handling the responsibilities of being a protector. I gave them a sort of rundown of things that were going on. Things like where I was sleeping (the couch), Being asked to help out with some chores, who got to use the bathroom first . . . that sort of thing. I left at about nine o'clock, rechecked my tent, made sure there was an emergency change of clothes stored there, and went on over to Maria's.
Joanne had gotten there before I did, and she was being fixed up to look 19. Marene was putting her hair up into a French twist. Maria was applying some makeup, a bright red lipstick, blue eyeshadow (mascara?), doing something that made her eyelashes look a foot long, some sort of foundation that made her skin glow, a touch or rouge, plucking her eyebrows, and using an eyebrow pencil to enhance their appearance.
Maria said they would get to me later. Go shave, you need some stubble if one of the ladies decides to run her hand across your cheek or kiss your face. Put a new blade in my husband's razor. There's a shaving mug in the medicine cabinet. I responded, "Yes, mother." and got a laugh from the teenaged girls and a groan from Maria.
I finished the chore without cutting myself, although there really wasn't much to shave, but it did make it feel a little bit rough when I ran a hand over it. When I came out, it was hard to recognize Joanne. She looked ten years older. Even her mother would have to look twice to recognize her. Marene had left two delicate curls out of the hair she had pulled into the French twist, one hanging down over each temple. The hair style emphasized her beautiful, long neck. I had not noticed her neck before because of how she wore her hair. Maria was working on her fingernails and toenails, shaping them with a file and painting them a brilliant red.
Marene told me it was my turn to get started and had me sit in a dining chair. There was some newspaper on the floor. I found out what that was for, immediately. Marene had a pair of scissors and began trimming and styling my hair. She parted it on the left side, which was called the power part, because all successful politicians and diplomats parted their hair on the left. My hair was a shaggy red, and she smoothed it out, trimmed the edges, and generally made it look more adult. When she finished my hair, she got down on her knees in front of me and filed my fingernails and toenails so that they looked like someone cared about them. She wrapped up her efforts by trimming my pubic hair so that it was quite neat; no longer looking like a rat's nest. She kissed the head of my dick and told me to get up and let her check me out.
With the improvements Marene had made, the fact that I had a remarkable amount of reddish body hair, and that I had gained a few pounds over the first month of the summer, I actually looked looked like an adult. Six feet tall, stocky build, erect posture, a shave, and a good attitude, and I looked to be mid-twenties.
Maria was putting the finishing touches on Joanne, so I went over to her, knelt on one knee, and said, "Milady, your knight is here to rush you to the ball." She giggled and responded with a hint of the middle ages about the pleasure she would take from being squired by a dashing knight to the queen's ball. It was a lot of hooey, but fun.
Joanne stood up and I was pleased to note that she must be in a growth spurt because she was a good two inches taller than she was during the first part of the summer, and it looked to be almost all in her legs, which would be useful for our mission, tonight. Her hips had filled out some, her legs were fuller, as were her lips, her shoulders were a bit broader, and her tits had filled out a tiny bit more. All in all, she was a beautiful young woman.
We checked ourselves and each other out in a large mirror in Maria's bedroom and were surprised at how different we looked from before Maria and Marene had given us a makeover. I was certain that none of our classmates from school would recognize either of us, but that was particularly true of Joanne. Her posture was superb, with her perfect, firm, C+ sized breasts, elegant long neck, perfect makeup, and beautiful hairstyle, she no longer looked like Joanne, she was Jeannette Burnette. It was truly incredible.
I asked Joanne to turn away from me, and pressed my hard cock between her legs. It wasn't so far down there, now, so I could stand behind her in reasonable comfort in this position. She realized what I was doing and arched her back. She must have been practicing, because I slipped right in her already very wet cunt. Her tightness felt so good on my dick, and when she flexed the muscles inside, it felt like a soft, warm hand wrapped around it and drew it further inside. Heavenly!
When we walked out of the bedroom, Maria and Marene just gawked at us. We were Jeannette and Robert. There was no question about it. We sat together in a chair, simply by my sitting down and drawing Jeannette down with me, with my staying impaled in Jeannette's cunt. We spent about an hour working on our stories, making sure we had them down pat.
We all wanted them to be consistent and convincing. We decided on exactly how much Jeannette and I should know about each others personal circumstances. Was I supposed to be close enough to her family to know when her periods were? Yes to that question, and I was to have given her massages during her periods that helped her with the discomfort. Of course no one was to be told they were internal massages with my dick in her pussy. And so it went.
One important issue we needed to discuss was what to do if someone we knew from school or through our families who may recognize us. Maria made the point that we should not react to them. We should alert each other if we saw someone, but ignore them unless you were introduced to them. Maria gave the example of Barbara Randall. If her mother had decided to follow Maria's advice and bring her along to the party, Robert should approach Mrs. Randall and ask to be introduced and refer to last night's conversation to link you, but in no way offer any other signals of recognition. After the introduction, it would be normal to act as though we knew her. Maria also made sure we wouldn't slip up with any of the aliases we were using.
She said that she felt we were adequately disguised to be unrecognizable to friends of our parents and even good school friends would have a hard time recognizing either of us, and that was particularly true of Joanne/Jeannette. She was totally unrecognizable. As a last caution, Maria told us to take an occasional break by slipping out on the fairway occasionally, and if we went swimming, not to put our heads under water. It was a few minutes after eleven, so she basically shoved us out the door, telling us quietly as we left that she really wished she was gong with us, and to have a good time.
As we walked along the streets toward the golf course, linked together, cunt to cock, Jeannette expressed a little concern about being seen. There were several lighted houses along our route and there was always the possibility of a car driving by and catching us with its headlights. I reminded her that with no moon, you would have to be right by us to see us, and that we could always step out of the street if a car came by.
We reached the golf course without mishap and headed down the fifth fairway toward the Martin's house and the party. We had all agreed that if there were no other naked people where we could see them, we were to continue on and kill some time doing some fucking or something. We could return later and if things had changed, go to the party.
As we approached the Martin's there was the same kind of low conversations and low lights as at last nights party. And, there were several, not all, people who were naked, so we crossed the street from the fairway and worked our way into the party. I saw Albert and Betty, right away and headed toward them. When we got to them, Albert immediately asked about Margaret. I explained to him that she and her sister both a bit under the weather, but she sent her sister's classmate an me to represent her at the party.
He said for us to convey his sympathies and wishes for a quick recovery. I thanked him for his consideration, and introduced Jeannette, "Mr. Eckered and Miss Cramer, may I introduce Miss Jeannette Burnette. Jeanette, these are Albert and Betty." Jeannette added, "I am so pleased to meet you. I understand from Margaret that she and Robert trained you two in what we are now calling the walking fuck. Robert is particularly well equipped to enjoy doing it, and all three of us find it a pleasant way to take a stroll in the evenings. Betty, Robert tells me you were specially quick at picking up the technique."
Betty blushed prettily and said, "Robert is an excellent teacher. I am flattered that he would have bothered with teaching me, what with the group of beautiful women with which he regularly associates."
Jeannette continued, "Oh, he found you an excellent student and tells us he greatly enjoyed teaching you. Perhaps later he can give you some advanced pointers and I can enjoy Mr. Eckerd's company for a few moments." Albert was finally able to say something, "Miss Burnette, I am quite taken by your beauty. Robert didn't tell us that he was close to two such beautiful women, yourself and Mrs. North. And indeed, I am sure that Betty would enjoy some advanced lessons from Robert, and I would enjoy spending some time connecting with you."
"Albert," I said, "We really must find Mrs. Randall, so we can make Mrs. North's excuses for not being in attendance this evening and so that we may be introduced to our hostess, Mrs. Martin." He told us where he had last seen Elaine. We told them we would look them up in a little while and off we went. On the way we went by the bar. I asked Jeannette if she would like a drink (I suggested a screwdriver) and she told me she would.
We stopped and I said, " Hello Joseph, may I present Mrs. North's, sister's classmate, Miss Jeanette Burnette. Jeannette, this is Joseph, the very nice gentleman who was so considerate of Mrs. North and I last night." Again Joanne was up to the challenge and said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Joseph. Mrs. North just raved about how pleasant and considerate you were to her last night. She said that after her first round you had he beverages waiting for her before she even got to the bar." Joseph was obviously flattered, but being a professional, he asked what she would like as a first round. She said, "Thank you, Joseph,I think a screwdriver would be good tonight."
As he prepared Jeannette's drink he asked if I would like my regular drink, receiving an affirmative response got is as soon as he finished Jeannette's drink. I thanked him, and Jeannette leaned across the bar and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed, and Jeannette said, "Mrs, North told me I was to tip you just like she did. I hope I did it properly." He told her she did just fine. I asked if he had seen Mrs. Randall, and he said he had seen her and her daughter and pointed to where she was standing. Jeannette and I strolled to where she was, and she looked up and said, "Good evening Robert. I see you have found another ravishing young woman. How do you do it?" I replied, "This is the friend of Mrs. North's sister the she mentioned last night. Let me introduce you. Mrs. Randall this is Miss Jeannette Burnette. Jeannette, this is Elaine." With a, "So pleased to meet you," Elaine stepped over and gave Jeannette a little kiss on the cheek, which Jeannette returned with, "The pleasure is all mine. It is so good to meet you. Mrs. North, Margaret, spoke very highly of you. And, is this your daughter that you mentioned to Margaret last night?" "Oh, forgive me. Yes, this is Barbara and this is her first adult party. Say hello to miss Burnette, dear." Barbara was small for her age. About five feet tall, slender, but carrying a bit of baby fat in her tummy. She had what appeared to be A-cup tits, with small areolas and pencil thin, pointy nipples, and little or no pubic hair. While she was our age, she still looked like a child. She said, "It's nice to meet you Miss Burnette," and that was it.
So that you will know, Elaine was shorter than Jeannette, about five feet three inches. She had D-cup breasts, a slender waist, and nice wide hips. I guessed her measurements to be about 38D, 26, 38. She had brownish hair cut in a pageboy style and had an attractive face.
I told Elaine that Margaret had sent us as her emissaries, as she and her sister were both a bit under the weather. Jeannette added that both shared the same time when they were indisposed, and that both of them suffered badly from cramping and nausea. Elaine expressed her sympathy adding something about the female curse. Then I asked her if she would like to introduce us to our hostess. She indicated that was a good idea and led us to a small cluster of people, some of whom were clothed, and got the attention of a very attractive, quite tall, red haired woman.
"Mary," said Elaine, "you need to meet these young people. You remember my mentioning meeting Mrs North and Mr. Kissinger at last night's party and asking them on your behalf to this party." "Why, yes I do. Are these young people?"
"Partly," Elaine said. "This is Mr. Kissinger, Robert, and this is Miss Jeannette Burnette, who is Mrs. North's friend. Mrs. North and her sister are indisposed with female problems, so she sent Robert and Jeannette as her emissaries in her stead." Mary said we were so, "Welcome to our home and this party. Let me introduce to some people you may wish to know," and she introduced us to the people with whom she had been talking.
We chatted with them for a while, still connected at the crotch, acting as if it were perfectly normal. We were the only couple in that group who were doing the walking fuck, but we could see several other couples who were following our example. I overheard Mary asking if Elaine had tried doing the walking fuck, and she assured her she had with Mr, Eckerd, last night. She also explained that Mrs. North and I had taught Mr. Eckerd and Miss Cramer how to do it. "Ah, said Mary, the expert."
She turned to me and said, "Robert, since you were the person who instructed Miss Cramer in doing the walking fuck, could I beg you to teach me, too?" I allowed as how, "I would be pleased to provide that service, if you wish, assuming Jeannette doesn't object (remembering The Family's rules)." Jeannette responded, "It would be impolite to disallow our hostess's wish, so please, Robert, fulfill your responsibility as Mary's guest. I'll keep company with Elaine and Barbara while the instruction is going on." Jeannette and I disconnected, and I took Mary's hand and led her out of her yard, across the street, and onto the fairway.
I mentioned that Mary was tall and slender. She was a little taller than Maria, a little heavier build, much as I would expect Maria to be in another ten years. I would place her in her early 40's with plentiful curves, but they weren't nearly as lush as Betty's. Her hair was reddish, and would probably be called strawberry blond by most people, since it wasn't the harsh red that some people had (me). It was done in a simple style that was elegant, but looked easy to keep. Her pubic hair was shaved except for a V-shaped patch pointing toward her pussy. She was about my height. Her breasts were nicely shaped, but sagged a little bit. So, she was six feet tall with probable measurements of about 35C, 24, 35. Her height made her a person who should be able to easily learn to do the walking fuck.
In the middle of the fairway I brought her into a comfortable hug, my hands on her butt, my cock between her thighs rubbing her labia, and giving her a lusty kiss. I pulled back a little and explained that the first responsibility of the gentleman when doing the walking fuck was to help the lady produce an adequate level of girl juice lubricant to allow easy penetration. It was acceptable for the woman to ask the man to forgo the preparatory activities if she were already lubricated, either through natural processes or through application of lubricants. The latter was recommended if the woman was slow to self-lubricate, time was limited, if there was to be an extended time during which she needed to be prepared for a partner, the prospect of multiple partners, or she simply wanted to get started without the usual preliminaries.
It was the ladies decision as to how much preparation was needed, although the gentleman must always make at least the gestures I just made to her. They were the standard, and expected, greeting between the man and the woman. Also, if a man and a woman who had previously done the walking fuck were to meet on the streets, she could pull him into a polite hug while gazing into his eyes, it was an invitation to go someplace and enjoy the walking fuck for a while. Then, if he placed his hands on her ass and pulled her into a brief hug while giving her a little kiss, it was an acceptance of the invitation, and they could plan on where and when to get their clothes off and enjoy the walking fuck.
I pointed out that there was no need for either participant to achieve orgasm, although it was certainly acceptable and usually more intense than ordinary sex. But, most of the pleasure came from the gentle massage of the pussy and dick caused by the walking fuck and the extended, intimate contact. The woman was obligated to maintain the man's erection by exercising the muscles of her cunt to squeeze the man's dick during the time they were enjoying the walking fuck, together.
Mary told me she was adequately lubricated (she was sopping wet), but would enjoy a bit of the preliminaries so she would know what to expect. I was happy to oblige. We continued kissing, ass squeezing, and dry fucking until her juices had coated my dick with lubricant, at which time I lowered myself a bit and slipped into her cunt. We fucked for a short while to be certain that there would be little risk of inadequate lubrication. I turned her around and asked her spread her lags, slightly and to arch her back. She was about as flexible as Jeannette/Joanne, so she offered a relatively easy target. No one was as flexible as Margaret/Maria and Marene.
I slid my cock into her cunt and placed my hands on her tits. I spoke into her ear, telling her to begin to walk slowly and I would follow her motions. I explained that with practice it becomes second nature for a man and woman to adjust to each others gait, and the walking becomes much more pleasant with practice. I suggested it is always better with a new partner to start in a social setting where you are moving slowly around in a gathering, visiting with other guests, and slowly moving from place to place. After a half hour or so it becomes easy to stroll greater distances, and even take long walks.
I mentioned that Margaret/Maria, her sister, or Jeannette and I are able to jog and even run if we want to, and sometime we do, just for the fun of it. I suggested that since she lived adjacent to the golf course, there was no real reason not to take long walking fucks on the fairways at night, if she and a partner were in the mood to do so. I advised her that crossing streets required a little caution, but was neither difficult nor dangerous. Just be sure no cars are closer than a block or two. To make my point I told her that last night Margaret drove naked to the golf course, parking near the the fourth tee ,and walking to the party, and that tonight Jeannette and I came to the party from about the same location.
She acted surprised at my comments regarding having walked, naked, to her party. To make the point I steered her to Par Avenue, paused and walked her across the street and onto the first fairway, heading in the general direction of the clubhouse.
The clubhouse seemed to be in full party mode. I walked her directly toward it. She hesitated, tried to slow us down, tried to change our direction, all to no avail. I basically made her squirm. I kept the approach until we were clearly lighted, then I stopped her, holding her still. I scanned the outside area, noticing two couples slipping away into the darkness of the first fairway. I held Mary for a good two minutes before turning her away and following the couples who were now walking the first fairway. It pretty much followed Par Avenue.
I could see motion ahead, almost to the first green. The nearly invisible figures stopped on the green. They were making some sort of shuffling movement that as we got closer proved to be the people taking off their clothing, followed by some clumsy groping and kissing. Moving Mary right into their little group, I said, "Hello." There was sudden and frantic movement, and I added, "Oh, don't be silly. Stay as you were. We're bare assed, too, so we're certainly no threat to you." Mary finally realized that we had the upper hand and spoke up, "Yes, just stay naked. If you do we'll teach you the walking fuck that we are doing. It's quite an exciting and fun way to spend time on the links in the dark."
One of them got up the nerve to say, "What the fuck! Who are you?" Mary replied, "It doesn't matter who we are. What counts is that we have no clothes with us, we are fucking as we are talking with you, and we can teach you how to do something you will really enjoy. You can see what we are doing if you get a little closer and simply look. We're not hiding anything from you." A girl about 18 or 19 sidled over to us and did as Mary suggested. "My God!" she said, "They really are naked and it looks like they ARE fucking, come look," and suddenly we were surrounded by late teens and early twenties people.
It was too dark to recognize them, but they seemed to be reasonably fit, with decent bodies. Mary grabbed the girl who spoke up by the arm and stood her next to her, then grabbed one of the guys by the arm and stood him next to me, saying, "Since you youngsters were going to be fucking anyway, if you cooperate, we'll teach you the walking fuck, which is absolutely the best fucking way to be fucking. It even makes it reasonable to change partners every now and then. I'm at least the second woman my partner has fucked this morning, and we both think it's wonderful. Now, do you two want to learn?" The girl said, "Sure, I think." The guy said, "I just like fucking. I'm game."
Mary said, "Gentlemen, shift one person to the left. That will put my friend behind this lovely young lady and this fine young gentleman behind me." I removed my dick from Mary's pussy and moved behind the girl. The guy stepped to where I had been standing. Again, Mary spoke, "Young lady you do what my friend Robert tells you. Young man, stand right where you are and I will show you what you need to do." and she began instructing him to do as I had done to her earlier, explaining the etiquette and the sequence of things that make the walking fuck work as a means of both social interaction and sex.
I began teaching the girl by drawing her into a hug, my hands massaging her butt cheeks and giving her a nice wet, open mouthed kiss. Then drew back a little and explained that I had just started to fulfill the man's responsibility in the walking fuck. As I explained I was sliding my dick across her pussy lips, dry fucking her. When I finished my explanation of the man's responsibilities, I slipped my dick into her very moist pussy. When I did, she jumped in surprise, then quickly settled down. I explained that the walking fuck is at best difficult and at worst painful if the girl's pussy is still dry. I had simply confirmed that she was wet enough for the experience to be pleasurable, not painful, and told her she was ready. She made a comment about how big my dick felt, and I smiled at the compliment.
I gently turned her around and asked her to bend forward and put her hands on her knees. That put her pussy on display, and I quickly entered it, thrusting in and out for a few moments. I asked her to arch her back and stand up to see if she was flexible enough to be comfortable during the walking fuck. Indeed, she was. I asked her if she had done gymnastics when she was younger, and she told me she had. I put my hands on her tits (nicely shaped B-cups) to help hold her upright and told her to take a few steps to see how we coordinated. She did and I was easily able to match her stride. In a matter of moments we were walking as if we had done it for years. I told her to let her friends know we would be back in a few minutes and walked her off toward the clubhouse.
She got more and more nervous as we approached the clubhouse. It seemed to me that if I could get her over her natural fear of being seen, she would enjoy walking naked and even more with a cock in her cunt. I took her to about where I had taken Mary, earlier, and explained to the girl that we were in almost this exact spot when we saw her and her friends slip onto the golf course.
She was surprised saying something about having not noticed us at all. That gave me an excuse to explain some of my theories about public nudity. Telling her that a friend of mine and I had done the walking fuck along a part of Orange Avenue and for about a mile on Princeton and had been completely ignored by automobile drivers and at least one police cruiser. Two things let that happen, night time and our acting as though nothing were unusual about what we were doing.
To further make my case I told her of the walk The Family had made into the heart of the Orlando business district with alternating the walking fuck among the ladies and then fucking all three of them in the center of the street at Orange and Church, even fucking one of them until she passed out. She didn't believe me, so I asked her if she would like for me to fuck her on the clubhouse veranda, which at the moment was deserted. She said she would, but it was too dangerous. Someone, like her mother, might come out and see her. She wasn't thinking about our standing, fully lighted, where anyone could see us.
I told her maybe we could do it later, but I really wanted her to do something else right now. I turned her toward the fifth green and got her moving. She saw us approaching Par Avenue and tried to slow down. Instead of crossing the street, I walked her up and down the middle of the street until a car was coming down the street was almost within headlight range and urged across onto the fifth green. Mary's party was going on full force. I could see Jeannette sitting with Elaine and Barbara and decided to take my new fuckee to the party and get her a drink. Then I decided to see if I could get her to recruit Albert to "stretch his legs a bit on the golf course."
She was very reluctant to join the party, very reluctant. I sort of manhandled her over to the bar and said, "Joseph, would you be so kind as to make this young lady a Long Island iced tea. I think she needs one that is extra strong." He fixed the drink and put it on the bar for her. I told her that since we don't have any money with us, she needed to tip Joseph with a kiss. She didn't realize I meant on the cheek, so she said, "Thank you, so much," and gave him one squarely on his lips. I think he was so surprised he nearly had a heart attack. Thankfully, he had put my beer on the bar before The Kiss.
I maneuvered the girl over to Jeannette, Elaine, and Barbara. Elaine and Barbara had surprised looks on their faces, but Jeannette just smirked. Elaine asked, "Well, what's this?" I replied, "She's a stray Mary and I found on the first green. I need to get her back to her friends and rescue Mary. I was also hoping to give this young lady the opportunity to have a walking fuck with another man, and was hoping I could recruit Jeannette to lure Albert into taking my place and also accompany me as we take this girl back to her friends and collect up Mary." Jeannette told me to give her a minute.
While she was gone Elaine asked me to introduce my guest, I said, "I would be happy to except I don't know her name or much else except she and her friends had slipped off from family for a bit of naked fun on the first green, but I'll try. Elaine Randall and Barbara, this is a young lady I met only a short while ago, and she will tell you who she is and a bit about herself. Miss, would you be so kind as to tell us who you are?" The girl blushed, her anonymity now a thing of the past and said, shyly, "Mrs. Randall, Miss Randall, my name is Peggy Pounds. My mother is The ballroom dance teacher in Orlando. I have just graduated from OHS, and am attending a party at the country club."
Elaine responded, "Why, I know your mother quite well. She and I are members of Sorosis and were on the program committee together a few years ago. I have been remiss in not having contacted her in quite a while. I believe I'll ask her to lunch at the Skyline sometime soon. She is such a charm. Please remember me to her when you get back to the clubhouse." Before Peggy could answer, Jeannette appeared with Albert. I explained my desire for another dick to walk Peggy's pussy back to her friends on the first green, and he enthusiastically agreed. I withdrew from Peggy and entered Jeannette as Albert occupied the vacancy I had created in Peggy's cunt. Peggy chug-a-lugged the rest of her Long Island iced tea. I made our excuses to Elaine and led our little group back toward the street, electing to save a few steps and taking the street to Par Avenue.
Albert was taken back a bit by our walking in the street and crossing Par was a bit traumatic for him, but he was a trooper and seemed to enjoy the intimate contact with Peggy's cunt and tits. He had acquired a lot of walking fuck practice, so Peggy was enjoying it also. He had engaged her in conversation learning more about her and sharing some things about him with her. Of course Jeannette and I were eaves dropping, so we learned about them at the same time as they were telling things about themselves to each other. I was moving things along fairly quickly since we had been gone about 45 minutes and I was a tiny bit concerned about Mary's safety.
I shouldn't have worried. Mary's trainee had trained the other girl and Mary had trained the other guy, and they were happily walking around the area, taking turns with each other in the walking fuck. Albert walked up to Mary and her current friend and gave her a big hug and kiss, without disengaging her from her partner. He also sort of forced his dick into her pussy, along with the young man who was already there. The youngster groaned, and Mary said, "Oh dear. Albert, I believe you made him cum. There's a delightful amount of something nice and warm that just invaded my pussy." Albert chuckled and said something about the quickness of the young. I very loudly cleared my throat, and he allowed that there were some notable exceptions to his comments. If he only knew how young.
We needed to get Mary home to her party, so we got the foursome into some sort of pairing bid them farewell. There were some good byes and thank yous from them as we left. Albert and Mary were gaily chatting away as we went toward the clubhouse. I softly told Jeannette that we were should leave the party, pretty soon, and that we should make our excuses to our hostess and leave. Jeannette said she was ready and complained that no one but I had asked her to do the walking fuck with them. I said that was one of the problems of being too beautiful. Men were often frightened of speaking with beautiful women.
As we crossed Par Avenue, I got Mary's attention and explained that we had a busy day tomorrow and needed to leave. We had actually stopped in the middle of the street for this conversation. The conversation finished with Mary and Jeannette sharing a kiss on the lips, and Albert and I shaking hands. As we were walking away, Mary called after us, inviting us and the other two girls to join her at her Fourth of July party the next Friday. Jeannette called back saying we would try to be there, but to have a few extra young men around. Mary and Albert both laughed. We thanked Mary for a wonderful party and disappeared into the darkness, going toward the clubhouse.
I asked Joanne if she wanted to go back to the first green and join the young people there. She asked if I would mind her doing the walking fuck with them, and I told her if she thought one of them was someone she would like to fuck to orgasm, I would not object. I asked if she would object to my fucking Peggy, and she said something about a goose and a gander, which I took for approval. She said, "Let's go," and away we went.
They were still there, seeming to be having a good time fuck walking. They were not very adventurous about it, staying mostly on the green. They greeted us quietly as we approached. I got their attention and told them I had hoped to walk with the other girl, and had brought Jeannette back with me who was looking to have different partners, too. I moved to the girl I had not walked with and he partner moved to Peggy, while Peggy's partner moved to Jeannette. We strolled around a bit, chatting very quietly. I learned her name was Brenda, that she was also a current graduate of OHS, and was attending Florida State University in the fall.
We had a nice time for about ten minutes, when someone called for us to change partners. I squeezed Brenda's very large tits and rabbit fucked her cunt with my cock for a moment and told her thanks for partnering with me for those few minutes.
I was back with Peggy. As I sunk my cock back into her cunt and gave her a few nice deep thrusts, she giggled. I suspect the Long Island iced tea had something to do with that. I had noticed Joseph putting at least four shots of liquor in the glass when he made her drink, which is a lot of booze for someone who is totally inexperienced with alcohol as I assumed Peggy was. The nice thing about Long Island Iced tea is that it tastes like iced tea, not liquor. Two of them as strong as the one Joseph made Peggy would probably knock most girls into a drunken stupor, if they didn't take their time drinking them, and I mean a lot of time.
We started moving around on the green, but Peggy kept wanting to go off, so I called, quietly, to the two other couples that we were going to be a bit more adventurous, and let her lead me away. She was going back toward the clubhouse.
As we were just coming into the fringes of the light, she told me, slurring her words, slightly, "You promished me you'd fu-fu-fuck me on the va-va-varanda. You-cn doot now if ya wanna." I thought to myself, 'Good grief, I've created a monster. One strong drink and she goes crazy,' but said to her, "Are you sure? It isn't Long Island iced tea talking, is it? Be certain. No one knows me here, but everyone knows you. You could be very embarrassed." Her retort was, "I need to cum, dammit. If we get caught, (giggle) it'll just get me more boyfriends."
I took over the navigation, to a place where there were lots of windows, but no doors nearby, and the lights were not as bright as elsewhere. There were lots of people inside, dancing and drinking, probably staying there to avoid mosquito bites. I got the impression that Peggy, who grew up in the area had developed an immunity to the mild poison mosquitoes inject in their victims as they are sucking blood. I was immune and didn't get welts or itch from mosquito bites. I hated them, though, since their buzzing could make you nuts in short order if you couldn't either kill them or move somewhere else.
There was a line of picnic tables on the veranda that were used for group events. There were normal tables and chairs on other parts of the veranda. I removed my dick from Peggy's pussy, getting an obviously drunken, "Awwwww," of disappointment from her. I turned her around at the end of the farthest table from the door and relieved her disappointment rather quickly by reinserting myself into her quim. I concluded that we didn't have a lot of time, so I went into fast fuck mode. I could feel her climax coming rapidly to a head. My balls were drawing up and I was about to shoot.
Peggy hit her peak with a sort of low hum vibrating through her body. She was doing a lot more than humming in her pussy. My balls did their job and filled her with sperm, millions and millions of them. When that explosion of heat impacted her pussy, her head hit the table, her back arched up, pushing her tummy almost to mine, her arms and legs flopped around, and she joined almost all of the women I've fucked in unconciousness. About that time, the door at the far end of the veranda opened and tall, elegant woman with very dark red hair stepped out talking to someone behind her, "I wonder where the young people are? I hope they are not getting into mischief." Then she looked our way, did a double take, then another, and turned, running inside, saying loudly, "My God. There're two people on the veranda having sex!" After that her words were muffled by the door closing and by the rising crowd noise.
I leaned forward, putting my shoulder into Peggy's belly, lifted her into a fireman's carry, something I was becoming very accomplished at lately, and rushed off of the veranda into the darkness. I made a bee-line to the first green, where the others were still doing the walking fuck. When we got into their midst they started asking all sorts of questions, but basically, what happened? Before I could respond, Jeannette piped up with, "He fucked her. Almost every time he fucks someone, she passes out from how strong the cum is. He's knocked me out at least a half dozen times, my friend and her mother almost countless times, and I don't know how many other women. Peggy's just one more of them. She'll come around soon enough.
"There is a problem, though," I hastily added, before Jeannette could go off on another tangent. "A woman who I think is her mother came out onto the veranda of the clubhouse at about the time Peggy passed out and saw us. She'd come out, wondering where all of you were, but got kind of a surprise and went yelling back into the club about someone fucking on the veranda. I got us out of there as quickly as I could. I'm sure that she didn't recognize Peggy, since she was looking at the top of her head, and she wasn't expecting to see her bare-assed, getting fucked on the clubhouse veranda. So, you guys need to get back to the clubhouse, but you can't do that until Peggy wakes up and you all get dressed." Long speech!
The other three broke apart from their partners and started dressing. Jeannette and I concentrated on waking Peggy up. She was beginning to come around, so there was hope for getting her moving before she was caught, well fucked and naked on the links. Jeannette brought her clothes over to us and started trying to get them on. Panties were not a problem, since she was still hanging over my shoulder. Neither was the skirt, socks, and shoes. The top half was a problem, but she was becoming aware of where she was, but missed the entire discovery episode and retreat. I asked her to describe her mother. I was right. Our discoverer was her mother.
I told Peggy that, "I think I've met your mother, sort of. Just about the time you passed out she came out on the porch when I fucked you." "Oh my God," she cried. What am I going to do? I can't go back. I can't go home. Please take me with you!" I explained to her that she was a long way from the door, The only thing she could see was the top of your head, your bare shoulders, and the top side of your tits. She could not have recognized you, and I got us out of there before anyone else came out. I think you are safe, but you have to act normal when you go back. If you act at all guilty, she'll see it and might put two and two together. Now, can you stand on your own? We need to get the rest of your clothes on."
She moaned, but she stood without my help. Jeannette put her brassiere on her and then her blouse. Jeannette called out to the others, asking for a comb and some lipstick. Peggy said, "In my purse. It was with my clothes." Jeannette went on a purse search, quickly returning while digging around in the purse for the comb. She dropped a condom on the grass, and I had one of those uh oh moments. All I could think was I hope I didn't get her pregnant, but it's too late to worry about that now. Jeannette found the comb and did a quick, but artful job of fixing Jeannette's hair. She found the lipstick and handed it to Peggy to apply.
She looked pretty good. Certainly not like she had been fucked senseless a few minutes ago. The rest of her friends were gathered around us, all three dressed and looking OK.
I told the assembled group that each of them needed the same story when they got back. I suggested they run back to the clubhouse and start shouting when you get close something like, "Hey, guess what we saw? There were two nekkid people running down the second fairway, headed toward those houses at the end of the golf course. The guy looked skinny and the girl looked skinny too, like they were kids." If you stick to that story, you'll be fine and it will provide some misdirection for Jeannette and I to get off the golf course. We'll run with you until you get close to the clubhouse. We'll disappear just before we get there. One thing you can bet on, they won't expect two naked people running toward the clubhouse. Can everyone agree to that?"
I got a round of yes's, but added, "You've got to help Peggy. You don't want to act guilty at all. If you do, you'll all be in trouble with your parents." Jeannette and I wished them well, reattached at cock and cunt, and took off running. The others were amazed that we could run like that. Jeannette and I made a hard left just before the clubhouse and bolted across Par. We could hear Peggy and her friends shouting toward the clubhouse as we crossed the fifth tee. There was still activity at Mary's, but we didn't even slow down until we were on the fourth green.
Jeannette said, panting from the run, "Can I be Joanne again? Jeannette has too much excitement in her life. and I want my Ollie back, too." I told her, "I love you, Joanne. You're right, Jeannette is exciting, but it's Joanne that I love." She moved us to a place toward the end of the fourth hole, right at the edge if the golf course, almost in the yard of the house beside the course. She slid herself off of my dick, turned around, and kissed me with more passion than I ever remembered, saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me Ollie. Fuck me like you did Peggy. Fuck me senseless. I do so love you!" My heart jumped with joy. She still loved me, even though I had fucked someone who was not in The Family.
I laid her down on the soft grass and began with little kisses all over her body; her tits, her nipples, her chin, her belly button, the creases between her legs and her tummy, her pussy, her eyes, her nose, her feet, her toes, her ears, her hair, her shins, her thighs, her hands, her elbows, her armpits, everywhere. She was moaning, softly, responding to my slow, almost dainty, kisses. Her smells were intoxicating. Her hair smelled like roses, her breath like peppermint, her breasts and tummy smelled of sweet perspiration, her pussy smelled like love.
As I kissed her clitoris again, I felt the need to lick her pussy, and did. She groaned. I stuck my \tongue out and licked the length of her slit, entering her, slightly. She tasted good. I licked her again, pressing herder, savoring her flavors. She tasted better than good. I ran my tongue deep into her crevice, loving the flavors or her pussy. She moaned, softly. I licked some more, and at the top of one of the licks, I sucked her clitoris. She cried out, making a happy noise. I did it again and again, savoring not only her flavors, but her obvious joy. She reached down, taking my head and drawing me up on her.
She said, "Fuck me now. I'm more than ready. I want you in me when I cum." I did as she said, setting a steady rhythm of deep thrusts, trying to penetrate her cervix, trying to enter her womb with my dick. My thrusts quickened. Joanne was panting. She began to cry out, just nonsensical words. I didn't try to mute her cries. I was thriving on them. I thrust harder. My balls drew up, tight to my body and blasted her full of my sperm. And, she fainted. I knew I had done what she asked.
I lay on her, my heart gradually slowing toward normal. I kissed her still body, comparing fucking Joanne with fucking Peggy. I had made passionate love to Joanne. I had no love for Peggy. I had simply done what she asked. I fucked her on the clubhouse veranda. Peggy was just a fun fuck. Joanne was love, passion, fulfillment. Early dawn was arriving. I lifted Joanne with love and carried so that I could cuddle her. She was precious to me, and so beautiful. I carried her home. Home, where there were two more women I passionately loved.