In the Dark Chapter 27

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 27

I replied that I had already said, “Today. We've got plenty of daylight left, the weather's good, and it only takes a little over an hour to get to Cocoa Beach. We'll leave in about an hour. OK?” Bethany asked what time we were likely to get back. I told her the last time we went to the beach we left about the same time and got back about two in the morning. I also suggested she leave a note for her husband telling him where she was going, and telling him if we got back late, she'd spend the night with Maria and Marene. I told her that there was one requirement if she went with us, and that was she could not wear any clothes until we got back, and that meant while she went home to leave the note for her husband. She started to protest, but changed her mind. She left out the back door, slipped through the gate in her back yard fence, went into her house, and wrote the note.

I took Joanne out back and hosed her off once more. She needed a rinse, badly. I sent her back inside to get Marene ready to go. I got the beach stuff out of the storage box on the back porch and put it in the trunk. Maria made some sandwiches and got the soft drinks iced down in the cooler, which I also put in the trunk of the car. I checked the fuel gage in the car and it was still showing three-fourths full, so we didn't need to buy more gasoline. Maria reminded me that the emergency shorts and t-shirt were under the front seat of the car, so we didn't have to worry about that. She put our shoes in the car, and we were ready to go.

We piled into the car, Marene (still hungover) rode in the front seat with her mom, and Joanne, Bethany, and I were in the back., with me initially in the middle. After we were on Florida Highway 50, Joanne climbed up in my lap and sank her pussy down over my dick, seemingly unconcerned about doing so raising her up and putting her in view of anyone who bothered to look our way. Of course except for the town of Christmas, there were no people on Highway 50, so I didn't try to talk her off of my dick.

One thing really nice about cars in those days was space. There was lots of it. Another thing about cars in the first few years after World War II was fuel economy. All of them were full sized cars, and if you didn't hot rod them, most of them would go twenty or more miles on a gallon of gas. Prior to 1972, the only car I had that gave less than twenty miles per gallon was a 1967 corvette I owned. It gave the obligatory twenty miles per gallon on the highway, but with two four-barrel carburetors, its fuel performance dropped to about fourteen miles per gallon around town.

I remember my great dissatisfaction when we bought a 1972 Ford station wagon to replace the very tired 1964 Plymouth station wagon I had bought Marene and Joanne new. It gave a satisfactory twenty-two mile per gallon, everywhere, in town, on the highway, or just about anywhere a forty-five-hundred pound car could go. The ford, while nice and new, was only good for about fifteen miles per gallon, ever, anywhere, and at thirty cents a gallon, the difference hurt when filling up at a gas station. I've not had any vehicle since the Plymouth that compared to its room, comfort, and even close on fuel performance.

I guess all of the EPA mandated stuff to control exhaust emissions caused the lower miles per gallon. I know that the 1972 Ford had the first round of that stuff on it. By-the-way, a 1964 Plymouth station wagon, with no EPA mandated emission control junk on it, passed the tailpipe emissions test on its first try in 2008 and a 1946 Hudson did the same thing. I suspect that the EPA has some motive besides smog control behind the krap they are demanding be put on cars. It's time to get off my soapbox and back to the story, but since this story is a history of sorts, I thought a history lesson would be appropriate.

When we got to U.S. 1, I coaxed Joanne off of my lap and back onto the car's seat. Unlike Florida 50, U.S. 1 was busy and passed through a much more populated area. We turned left at Cocoa toward the beach, passing Gary's Bait House on the right and its big sheet of plywood with salted mullet tacked to it drying in the sun. If we had been dressed, I would have insisted we stop and try one, just to see what they tasted like. I think they were a nickel apiece. But, driving along with four naked women as companions was adequate compensation for not being able to buy a mullet for a snack.

When we got to the ocean and turned onto the beach, there were a lot more people there since it was the Saturday of the Fourth of July weekend, and they were spread along more of the beach. When we reached the place we had stopped the last time, however, we were about a quarter mile from any other beach goers, so we decided to stop there again. The five of us naked people hopped out of the car and set up our site on the beach. We could tell that the nearest people were people, but we couldn't tell what they were wearing, if anything. And, since we weren't wearing anything, we didn't much care.

After everything was set up, I asked Maria if she would like to join me in the surf. Without a word, she backed onto my dick and let me guide her to the water. We went out past the breakers and stopped. She turned to me, kissing me and rubbing our wet bodies together. She asked me, "Ollie, fuck my asshole again, please?" I nodded, and she jumped up on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, hunching her butt forward to make her asshole easily accessible.

I took one hand off her hips and grabbed my dick, aligning it with its target, and then applied a little pressure. She let herself drop a few inches and I popped in, impaling her on my cock. She dropped a little lower, driving my dick into her ass, all the way. And, she began moving up and down, setting up a rhythm that didn't require me to do anything but hold her up. We were both enjoying ourselves. I saw a car coming down the beach toward us, so I dropped to my knees to get us further under water. The added bouyancy made Maria's task of riding up and down on my dick easier, so she sped up a bit.

I noticed the girls on the beach had seen to car, also, and were partly covered by their beach towels. The car didn't even slow down, but kept on going. It stopped about a quarter mile further down the beach, and its occupants set up a beach site much like ours. I would not have been surprised if they were as naked as we were. I don't think that Maria was even aware the car drove by, she was so focused on the rare treat of having her asshole reamed.

Maria was close to cumming from our rectal recourse activity, and so was I. She had passed through vibration, which started as soon as she backed up to me on the beach, through quivering, and palsy, and was at the point of exploding. I was also close to an explosion. It would not take much more. And then it struck. Blast after blast of cum in maria's guts. And, she seemed to have a real explosion in her lower body. As usual, she fainted a fraction of a second after reaching her peak. God, her orgasms were so sexy.

I held her up so she wouldn't drown, letting her upper body float back from where we were joined. She looked like a mermaid, floating unconscious on her back, hair spread out in the waves, arms akimbo, and a faint smile on her lovely face. I let her float off of my dick and reached down, picked up some sand and rubbed and shit that may be on her ass off into the ocean. I used a second handful of sand on my dick. It was scratchy, but I felt better having made sure there was no residual shit on my cock. I gathered Maria into my arms and carried her to the beach and a beach towel.

Bethany asked, "Did you fuck her unconscious again?" My answer surprised her, "No, I cornholed her unconscious." She said, "I've heard of that, but didn't really believe anyone did it." I told her, "It's messy, but in the ocean, it is sort of self cleaning, and Maria likes it, but her husband won't do it for her. I'm glad to do it for her, and it looks like anytime we come to the beach, it's going to become a tradition with us." Bethany mused, almost to herself, "I may have to give it a try, too."

Joanne was listening to our conversation, and obviously feeling better, said, "It's my turn to go swimming with Ollie, Bethany. You'll get your turn pretty soon." She reinforced her statement by standing up and backing into me until my always stiff dick slid effortlessly into her cunt. I smiled at Bethany, shrugged my shoulders, and followed Joanne into the ocean.

Again we went past the breakers. Joanne, following a pattern that was becoming familiar, turned and began kissing me, throwing her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and in this case settling her pussy back onto my dick. Since I was standing on the bottom and Joanne was partly floating, the ocean set up a gentle fucking motion for us. She didn't have the same cycle of obviously growing throbbing that Maria and Marene enjoyed. She undoubtedly grew her orgasms as did they did, she just didn't display it in the same way. The expression on her face told the story.

Her eye were closed. Her breathing was speeding up. She gripped me with her arms and legs more tightly. She accelerated the speed of her rising and falling on my dick. She began to groan, getting steadily louder and louder. Her pussy was driving my dick crazy. I was about to shoot. Her scream was all the stimulus I needed to shoot into her cunt, gobs of strong, healthy sperm. And, she fainted, which was becoming a standard reaction to being fucked by me. I held her tightly, like the precious thing she was to me, kissing her repeatedly and gently. Finally, I carried her to shore and to a beach towel where she could recover without drowning.

Bethany said, "Again?" I allowed as how it was true that I had fucked another woman into a swoon. She told me, "I want that to happen to me again. It's my turn. Marene didn't argue, so I took her hand and led her to the water. She was not yet adept at the walking fuck, so hand-in-hand was the better option. Once again I went past the breakers. She didn't hesitate, she imitated the others, jumping into my arms. Her kisses were sweet, and her pussy and my dick lined up almost perfectly. The ocean's waves took care of my penetrating her.

She kissed me with her eyes open, staring into mine. Her kisses were passionate, exciting. Her pussy sliding up and down my dick was near perfection, specially with the little squeezes she gave me with her pussy. We stayed like that for a long time, just letting the ocean fuck us. While we were enjoying the wonderful feeling of our almost effortless fuck, the car that had gone down the beach earlier drove back by. Again, they didn't slow down. We just continued our fucking. I had not realized it was into the early evening, but it was, so it seemed they had called their beach trip off at a comfortable hour that would let them get home for supper. They must be local folks.

Bethany and I continued fucking. She didn't notice and I didn't pay any attention to them. My balls were beginning their rise to orgasm, and Bethany seemed to be heating up, considerably. She had taken over the up and down motion from the waves and was moving much faster than the ocean's slow rhythm. As before, she was quiet, but she looked to be in a frenzy of wet passion. She was gasping for breath as her orgasm struck with visible force. My balls did their job and blew sperm into the deepest parts of her cunt. And, once again, I was dealing with an unconscious woman.

I carried her to the beach and laid her on a beach towel and collapsed on another towel. Maria had regained her senses and brought a couple of sandwiches and soft drinks, handed me one of each, and sat down beside me. We quietly chatted with each other while we were eating. Marene was still asleep recovering from her hangover, and the other two women were not yet conscious. It was rapidly approaching nighttime. The beach was quiet, except for the surf. I felt lazy and relaxed. Maria did suggest we stay a while longer so that the showers at the ramp from the beach would have fewer people around. I agreed that we should be in no hurry to leave the beach, thinking to myself that it would be neat to sleep right here and go home in the morning.

Joanne came to about a half hour later and came over to join our conversation. Bethany joined us shortly after Joanne, telling us she was hungry. Joanne said she was, too, and guided Bethany to the open trunk of the car and food. I guessed it was ten or ten-thirty when the two girls finished their sandwich and soda, so I woke up Marene and got the girls going putting things back in the car. It was quicker this time than our first trip because of the waxing moon giving us some light. Once we were packed I sent the girls off to pee. I did it, too. When everyone was back, we piled into the car and left for the ramp off of the beach.

There was a car just leaving when we got to the ramp and the showers. It would have been harder to get cleaned up with a car full of observers, so I as glad they left. We got out of the car and got under the water. it felt really good to rinse the salt water off of our bodies. The air was really humid, so air drying took a little longer than usual. We, however, didn't care. It was nice standing around naked in the pleasant night air. It did seem that there was rain in the air, and we saw 'heat lightening' in the distance. While we were drying, Maria, Marene,and Joanne had been having a quiet conversation that I couldn't quite hear, since I was chatting with Bethany.

They had rinsed first and were dry before were. They told us they were going to get in the car, and did. We didn't think anything of it until Maria cranked the engine and drove off, leaving us standing there, naked, at the ramp to the beach with no way to cover up if someone came along. It seemed to me to be a problem. Bethany seemed really upset. I calmed her, and told her the girls were playing games with us and pointed out that they had turned left and stopped in front of Bert's Surf Shop. I explained that we had two choices. We could follow them and they would just drive a little further, and keep doing it until they tired of the game, or we could stay put until they give up and come back for us.

Bethany told me that she didn't feel like chasing after a car, so we agreed we should stay where we were. She said, "Let's stay here and go to the middle of the ramp. You can fuck me until they come back for us. I thought I could handle that, so I led her to middle of the street, bent her over, and started fucking. It wasn't five minutes before they came back for us. Bethany shouted to them, "You can just wait until we finish what we're doing," and we continued fucking.

She came a few minutes later and as usual passed out. I got her into the back seat with Marene and climbed in after her. She was leaving pussy tracks on the car seat, so Marene got the pair of emergency shorts from under the front seat, turned them inside out, and with a little help from me got it under her weeping pussy. We pushed her into a corner of the seat, and Marene crawled over her and slithered her pussy onto my dick.

Marene's sitting on my dick raised her up to where it was pretty obvious to anyone outside the car that she was at least topless. She seemed to no longer care who saw her naked charms, and seemed happy to be more exposed than the rest of us. I'm sure she didn't think about our going through the edge of downtown Cocoa where there were plenty of street lights and probably quite a lot of people out even at this time of night, specially so considering it was Saturday night of the Fourth of July weekend.

It proved to be just as I predicted. There were a bunch of folks still out in Cocoa as we drove through. I guess it was fortunate that many of them were drunk, and most were not paying any attention to a Studebaker four door sedan driving by. Marene was only noticed by a few people, and they didn't seem to care much.

US 1 was fairly busy, but not as much as when we were going to the beach, and there were no lights between Cocoa and Titusville, where we turned onto Florida 50, headed back to Orlando. Christmas was closed up, completely, and Bithlo showed no activity except at its three or four road houses (taverns). If we had stopped at one of them, my girls would have caused a riot, considering how they were (not) dressed.

We drove past the Orlando Municipal Airport, with its seaplane lake and dock, and continued on to Orange Avenue, where we turned right toward home.

Bethany was beginning to revive, so we would at least not have to carry her into the house when we got there. When she realized where we were, she asked Maria to turn off her lights a block or so before we got home, so her husband wouldn't know she was back and to park where he couldn't see the car from her house. She said she didn't want him to know she was back until she went home later in the day.

Maria did as she asked, and we snuck into her back yard, parking the car out of sight of the road and Bethany's husband. Bethany told us that when it was daylight, she would be unable to help us empty the car, so she wanted us to do it quietly tonight. I thought that had a lot of merit, particularly since it would mean we wouldn't have to do it in the morning when we would most likely be really dragging our asses. We, again, did as she asked.

The bed arrangement was a little different when we finally quit for the morning. Bethany and I slept in Marene's bed, while the other three members of The Family slept in Maria's bed. I fucked Bethany to sleep, not bothering to wash out her pussy when we finished. I fucked her awake at around ten in the morning. Well, really I fucked her back to sleep, but she woke up shortly afterward.

The other three girls were still sleeping when Bethany put on her clothes and went home to her husband. She told me later that her husband fucked her as he usually did when she came home and commented on how wet her pussy was. Little did he know that we was fucking my sloppy seconds, or thirds, or fourths. She told me he was uninspired in his performance, not even making her a little woozy. Of course that could be expected since he didn't seem to care enough to give her an orgasm. Asshole!

I spent the rest of the day fucking Joanne, but I did clean her pussy after each time I shot off in her. Maria and Marene would have to wait for bedtime before the got fucked again. Doing so was only common courtesy, since Joanne would not have a chance to be screwed until Wednesday (remember the schedule we had set up with her parents). I spent most of the night fucking Marene, since her hangover had kept her from doing much during the day, except sleeping. She didn't even take a dip in the ocean while we were at the beach.