In the Dark Chapter 25

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

oliverwinslet@yahoo.com

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 25

We didn't take a single midnight walk on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. We were all pleased that Joanne had been able to stay home on those nights without going too crazy. Of course I made sure to give her a good fucking every day, sometimes several fuckings. Marene and Maria were finished with their periods on Wednesday, so that problem wouldn't interfere with our plans for Friday.

At last! It's July fourth. We needed an earlier than usual start, since we needed to be at the Martin's house before the fireworks began at nine o'clock. I escaped from my parents at about seven-thirty and made a bee-line to Maria's and Marene's. Joanne made it less than five minutes behind me, and we all got into 'change our identity' mode.

It was a joy to watch the girls' transformations. Marene and Joanne morphed from teen aged kids to elegant, naked, young women in an amazingly short time. Maria made the subtle changes she needed to be able to deny she was Margaret, if she encountered one of the people she knew from the parties we attended. They were done in less than thirty minutes. Then they got after me. I confess, I never looked better. It was amazing that three teen aged kids could look so mature when wearing nothing but a smile and a little makeup. The girls are really good at making us all look better and older.

It was about eight-fifteen, and it was still brighter outside than I would have liked, but we needed to be on our way. We wanted to be at the Martin's house long enough before the fireworks started to make sure our hostess knew we were there, to get a drink, and to be sure we were with the rest of her guests. So, we ventured out into the late twilight. There were more people out and about than I would have preferred, but no one paid us any special attention, which meant it was adequately dark for us to be out, even totally bare-assed, and with me inside Meredith/Marene. It was a little scary, though.

I think we were all surprised at the number of people on the golf course headed toward Par Avenue and Dubsdread's fireworks display. Compared to normal, it was really crowded. We kept a fair amount of distance between ourselves and other folks, and it seemed to be working. Just before we got to the fifth green, we ducked to the right into the Martin's back yard. I wasn't surprised to find that we were the only naked guests there.

We quickly located Mary and made our hello's and introducing Meredith. She seemed pleased to see us and made a comment about our being brave enough to be the the first ones naked, and the fireworks hadn't even started, yet. We made sure that she knew we had walked for quite a distance getting there. She gushed a while over that. We excused ourselves to the bar, and our friend Joseph was doing the honors. I ordered screw drivers for all of us, and Joseph did his usual good job of making us feel like his most important customers. I had already prompted Meredith to give him his tip, but was pleasantly surprised when Margaret and Jeannette both also tipped him. I was afraid he might have a heart attack from so much attention from three gorgeous, naked women. I shook his hand, and we wandered off, Margaret, Jeannette, Meredith, and me, with Meredith still attached to my dick. I was surrounded by beauty. There are times when all you can think is, "God is good! Really good."

Mary was trying to get everyone's attention and finally got ours. She wanted us to know that there were only five or six minutes before the fireworks were to start, and that we should go across the street to the fifth green to watch. It was now pretty dark, so getting back on the golf course was seemingly not a challenge. The partyers kind of clustered together and drifted in the proper direction. The three girls and I stuck together and ended up sitting on a bunker above a sand trap to the side of the green. I looked at the green, and not ten feet from us, using a flashlight to find their way around were both Joanne's parents and mine. Maria and Joanne were on either side of me with Marene on my lap, with her cunt swallowing my dick as usual.

I elbowed Maria and pointed to the flashlight. She instantly realized who it was. Then the flashlight was turned off. I didn't alert Joanne, because I didn't want to spook her, but as the fireworks lit up the area, she noticed them and grabbed my arm, nearly cutting off the circulation, she gripped it so hard. Speak about white knuckles. They were a little bit in front of us, and didn't turn in our direction while the fireworks show was going off.

The fireworks ended after about thirty minutes, and people started drifting away from the golf course. We eased our way toward Mary's back yard. Joanne's and my parents turned on the flashlight to find their way to their car(s), but didn't light us up with it. Sometimes things go the way you want them to. Joanne was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. She said with a quiver in her voice, "I thought we were caught. I'd have died if we were. Oh God. I was so frightened." My reply was pretty simple, "They didn't realize there were any naked people anywhere out there, much less us. And, if they had seen us, they wouldn't have recognized us. OK? Now calm down and be Jeannette. She said, "I need to have you in me for a while. Please ask Meredith to let me have you." I whispered a few words in Meredith's ear, and she pulled herself off of me and gently tugged Jeannette in position in front of me. Jeannette's sigh of relief was pretty loud.

Once we were back in Mary's yard, other people started disrobing, with several couples engaging in the walking fuck. One of those getting naked was Albert Eckerd. He came up behind Margaret and said, "May I?" Maria looked at me and I nodded. Having my approval, she said, "It will be my pleasure," and backed up to make the connection. Both of them sighed once they were fucking. A young man of about my apparent age came up to us and was introduced by Albert as his son, George. He asked Meredith if she would care to walk with him. He was a nice looking young man, and she just arched her back, presenting her pussy to him. He literally walked into her.

The three couples spent a few minutes chatting together. I knew I needed to get Jeannette away so she could finish recovering from her fright during the fireworks, so I made our excuses and guided Jeannette back to Joseph and the bar. I ordered her a double Long Island iced tea and myself another screwdriver. After she tipped Joseph and we had walked away, she took a pretty big swig and said it tasted just like regular iced tea. I warned her to sip it slowly because it was a lot stronger than it tasted. She sort of heeded my warning, but still drank it pretty fast.

We saw Elaine and Barbara a little bit later and visited with them for several minutes. While we were there, Meredith and George drifted by, and we introduced them to Elaine and Barbara. The were followed by Margaret and Albert. We chatted a few minutes more. I again made excuses to leave, and we wandered over to visit Mary, where we were introduced to her husband, Conrad, who was a really big man. Mary was naked, but Conrad was still dressed. We visited for a few minutes before drifting off again.

Jeannette had finished her Long Island iced tea, while I was still sipping my screwdriver. She was showing signs of being more than a little bit tipsy. I figured I needed to get here out of there. We relocated Margaret and I told her that Jeannette had already had a little bit too much to drink, and I was going to take her home. Margaret took just one look at her and agreed with me. She told me she would thank our hostess for us, telling her that Jeannette had become ill, and that I had taken her home to rest. I thanked her and told her we would see her at home whenever they got there. I also told her that she and Meredith had my permission to have all the sex they wanted if they could find someone to do them. It was about quarter after ten when we left.

Leaving Meredith, I steered Jeannette out of the yard, across the street, and onto the fifth fairway. As we turned toward home I noticed a couple of things; the moon was in its first quarter and was just past its zenith, and there were still several barely visible people wandering around the golf course. We could be seen only as a ghostlike figure as we moved along the fairway. I made a conscious effort to keep some distance between the other shadowy people and us. I did not notice anyone else going in our direction.

We were nearing the fourth green where Jeannette/Joanne and I had made such loving an passionate love the previous Saturday night. I was tempted to try for and encore, but Joanne was a bit wobbly on her feet, so I chose the safer option and continued toward home. There were some cars on the road, which caused me to pay attention to places to hide if one came by, but we were blessed with car free streets all the way home, although a car drove by just as we were rounding the corner into the back yard.

I used the hose to wash her off and wash her puss out, quickly rinsing myself afterward. She was pretty wobbly, so I sat her on the back steps while I cleaned myself and we air dried. While we were drying, Bethany Rigsby walked out into her back yard. She came over near the fence on some errand or other. Too close for comfort. It may not have been a problem, though, because she was as naked as we were. I was tempted to say hello, just to see her reaction. And I did.

Just as she turned away, I walked over to the fence, leaned on it and said, "Good evening, Bethany." She froze. I said, "It's OK. It's just Ollie, and I'm wearing the same suit you are. Come back to the fence and visit for a minute or two." She turned slowly, and in the weak light of the first quarter moon, she looked like a marble statue that had come to life. She slowly approached the fence, clearly concerned that I had seen her. "Don't worry, I won't bite, and I won't tell anyone about the beautiful outfit you're wearing. You're safe with me."

She finally spoke, "I am so embarrassed. I only needed to be outside for as minute and didn't think anyone would be able to see me. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." I told her that, "I'm not at all embarrassed and am pleased to see such beautiful moonlit goddess. Seeing you in the flesh is a treat. Please don't be upset. I'm not embarrassed standing here, naked, talking with you. You should be proud of your beauty." About then, Joanne came to life and wandered over to the fence, not the least bit concerned about her nudity. She said, "Hi, Mrs. Rigsby. It's a beautiful night to be out and about, isn't it?" Bethany said, "Is that Joanne? Goodness, she looks so much older than she should. Ollie, you called me a goddess, but Joanne is a gorgeous goddess. Amazing!"

I spent the next few minutes convincing Bethany that they were both beautiful women. She finally quit arguing with me. That might be because Joanne arched her back and backed up onto my dick, impaling herself very nicely on it up to the hilt. Bethany's mouth dropped open, and she stared at the junction of our bodies. I said, "My apologies. Joanne has had a bit much to drink, and some of her inhibitions have sort of gone away." Bethany said, "She looks like she's done that before," and I said, "She has. In fact she's done it many times before. It's the newest craze. It's called the walking fuck. It's a lot of fun, particularly when you actually walk or run. Would you like to try it?" She gave me a kind of blank look as my offer sunk into her brain. I said, "Come on. It'll be fun. You're dressed for it. So am I. Why not do it?"

She didn't run away screaming, so I figured she was interested, but just not sure whether to try it. After three or four minutes of persuasion, she relented. "Come through the gate and I'll show you how. Joanne won't mind you taking her place for a while." Joanne just nodded. And, a few seconds later Bethany was next to me. I gently moved Joanne off of my dick, giving Bethany her first good look at it. She had a sort of surprised look on her face, saying, "It's pretty big isn't it? I'm not sure it will fit." I replied, "It fits Joanne, and she was a virgin three weeks ago. Surely an adult like you can handle it."

I explained that the man's job, if no one else had been doing the walking fuck with a woman was to make sure she was well lubricated, and commenced to do get her dripping. I took her into my arms, drawing her into me, enjoying her full tits pressing into my chest and my hands on her ass. I kissed her with a lot of tongue, rubbing her ass and lower back, and sliding my dick back and forth across her pussy lips. She put her arms around my neck after a moment or two of my attentions, and got into it with me. She was quick to heat up to a boil. She was definitely ready.

I turned her away from me and told her to arch her back as much as she could and that over time she would gain more flexibility if she practiced it. I slipped my cock, easily, into her cunt and gripped her full tits with my hands. She had to be at least a D-cup; really a handful and then some. Once we were properly screwing, I pointed her across the yard and got her moving. She took to it,naturally. She had a sway to her walk that I had not encountered before. It did nice things to my dick, and I suspect it did equally nice things to her pussy.

I decided to see how involved she was in our little walk and steered her around the house to the street and walked her a few yard toward the country club. Joanne trailed along with us. I walked her to the end of the block and walked her back and into the back yard again. I walked her to the fence, took my hands off her tits long enough to put her hands on the top of the fence and started pounding her pussy with my dick. I'm sure she hadn't planned on a full fledged fucking. I know that I hadn't, but she didn't make any complaints, and I was having fun.

She was getting close. She didn't vibrate like Maria and Marene, nor were her steps toward climax like Joanne's, but it was obvious she getting close. My balls were beginning to rise, too, so we were on a path to cumming at about the same time. She was a quiet cummer. She made hardly any noise, but her cunt was gripping my cock like she'd like to squeeze it off. She mumbled a long, soft, "Oh," and as I shot off, she dropped from the fence and would have hit her head on it if I hadn't had such a good grip on her tits. I had fucked another woman senseless.

I wrestled her into a position where I could sort of carry and drag her to the concrete slab at the bottom of the steps, laid her down, and proceeded to clean her up, inside and out. I surely didn't want her to become pregnant. I left her to dry while I steered the drunk Joanne into the house, telling her to wash her face, really well, and go to bed. I went back and rinsed myself off again and waited for Bethany to come to. It was probably twenty minutes before she began to move around. As she revived, I was kissing her body with very light gentle kisses. She smiled and said, "I've never had an orgasm like that before. In fact I'm not sure, now, that I ever had an orgasm at all before. Thank you."

It occurred to me that her husband might have missed her by now, and I asked her about it. She told me he had gone to bed about ten o'clock and probably didn't know she was not right there beside him. She also told me that he had never gotten her wet before fucking her. She always had to use Vaseline to grease herself up enough for him to enter her, then it was wham, bam and he was done and falling asleep.

She asked if we could do it again sometime. I told her I was staying at the Nortin's any night Maria's husband was traveling, so if I wasn't otherwise occupied, she could come over and I'd be glad to accommodate her. I got her up, explaining why she was lying on the concrete slab, and she thanked me for thinking of the prospect of her getting pregnant. That got me a nice kiss. I held her to me, again grasping her butt cheeks and giving her another sloppy, wet kiss and slid my hard dick along her pussy lips.

She asked me to slip inside her again for just a few strokes, so she could leave with the fresh feel of large dick in her pussy. I did as she asked, but it turned into another full-fledged fuck. She remained conscious this time, and when we had rested a few minutes after another round of very good orgasms, she disengaged from my always hard dick and left. I hoped she would do something to protect herself from the second load of sperm I dumped in her cunt. I rinsed off a third time, air dried, and went in to check on Joanne. I found her sitting on the toilet, head on her knees, sound asleep. I stood her up, wiped her ass, and carried her to bed. I fell asleep with her.

Maria and Marene got back in broad daylight. They, too, were drunk and both had rivers of cum and pussy juice running out of them. I figured they should be cleaned out, even if it was only two days since their periods. So, it was back to the hose again, with them giggling almost hysterically as I flushed them out and rinsed them off. I just put them to bed wet . . . in Marene's bed. I had no interest in sleeping with them. They didn't smell too good.

I awoke at about nine o'clock. Joanne was stirring, but not quite awake. I went to the bathroom and took a leak, washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and returned to check on Joanne. She was awake, but not happy. She was enjoying her first hangover. I got her a couple of aspirins and she took them right down. Then she got a funny look on her face and raced to the bathroom and gave the aspirin a new home in the toilet. She finally quit retching, brushed her teeth, and came back to bed. Poor baby. I smoothed her hair back, kissed her forehead (not her lips), pulled the sheet up, and tucked he in. She was back asleep in seconds.

I figured I should check on Maria and Marene. Maria was snoring. Marene was sleeping quietly, but had thrown up in the bed. Both women had rolled in it and were messy and, now, really smelly. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I was on my second cup when Maria wandered in, looking awful. I asked her to tell me what went on after we left. She said she needed a cup of coffee before her brain would work well enough to remember, so I told her about Joanne's and my experiences.