In the Dark - Epilogue

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.

Epilogue

My friend promised me to tell me about only five weeks. In all honesty I was exhausted from hearing his story and trying to convert the story from the dictation device he consented to use to capture it. I don't recall reading another story of this sort with the kind of detail he gave me. It took me almost two months after returning home to complete copying the stuff on the tape into written words on paper, and another couple of months to rewrite it so it made sense. There were nearly a half million characters, almost eighty-five-thousand words, and over 150 pages of 12 point Courier type. Basically it turned into a novel. Oh it took two weeks to proofread it, and I'm sure it still isn't error free.

Of course the purpose of an epilogue is to let the reader know something of what went on after the story ended. Ollie gave me a sort of large thumbnail sketch of the next sixty years, just for that purpose.

The first thing he did after finishing his narrative was to invite me to his home for supper (he still didn't call it dinner). He wanted me to meet his wives. That's right wives. When I arrived I was met at the door by a tall, elegant, still beautiful blond haired woman who introduced herself as Ollie's wife, Meredith. Close behind her was an equally elegant and beautiful brunette. She introduced herself as Ollie's wife, Jeannette. Is something beginning to jell in your thinking? I know I was suffering an instant case of overload. I had really thought Ollie's whole story was a flight of fancy, but now I was beginning to doubt my belief.

Ollie appeared carrying a tray with four drinks and handed them around to the ladies and to me. The drinks were Long Island iced tea. He invited us to join him in his den, which was furnished with plush leather chairs and furniture. It was both comfortable and intimate. The ladies sat me between them on a very nice couch. Very comfortable, and with these two women, very intimate.

Ollie reminded me to start my dictation thing since it was obvious that Meredith and Jeannette were distracting me, a lot. Anyone who says that mid-seventies women can't exude sex hasn't met these two. I started the recorder, and this is what he had to say, with ladies chiming in with some additions and clarifications.

It seems that following the beach trip, Bethany turned up pregnant. Joanne dodged that bullet. Bethany's husband thought the child, a boy, was his. The Family knew it was Ollie's. The Family continued to live its double life of school children most of the time and young adults who were part of the in-crowd some of the time. In January of 1949 Maria' husband and Marene's dad was killed in an accident while driving from Boston to New York during a snow storm.

We all went to the memorial service, The Family, Joanne's parents, Bethany's husband, and my parents. Maria played the role of grieving widow, appropriately, but Marene went mildly insane with her grief. Ollie said he felt so sorry for her losing her dad. He suspected that if their circumstances were reversed, he would have behaved as she did. That night she demanded that Ollie attend only to her, insisting he fuck her almost continuously for the entire night and most of the next day. Everyone else stayed out of the way as she worked her way through her grief. It took a couple of weeks, but she finally returned to pretty much normal.

Ollie, Marene, and Joanne graduated from OHS in 1951, the year before it was closed as a high school. It was to be replaced by two schools, Edgewater to the north and South to the south. The long time principal of OHS, William R. Boone, died at his desk three days after the last high school students left. Since he was due to become principal at South High School, the school board honored him by renaming South High School as William R. Boone High School. He had run the OHS with firmness and love, and with no assistant principals, and there were about 2500 students. The students understood the need for firmness and appreciated his love of the school and its students. He was highly respected and loved by his students. There must have been a thousand people at his funeral, most of them former students.

After graduation, Ollie apprenticed as a machinist at a local manufacturing plant with the added incentive that if he finished his apprenticeship with high ratings from his journeymen and the school that provided his related training he would continue in a second apprenticeship as a toolmaker. If you are familiar with these two trades, they pay extremely well. In fact as recently as the early 2000's toolmakers were recognized as the seventh highest paid occupation in the U.S. Who'd have thought it?

The day after graduating, Ollie and Marene announced their engagement, and were married about six months later. Marene delivered their first child a year later, a boy named Ollie, III, since Ollie was a junior. Joanne moved in with them to help Marene with Ollie III the week she came home from the hospital. A year later Marene and Ollie got a quick, no-fault divorce. She said it cost twenty-five dollars and didn't require an attorney. Ollie and Joanne married the day after the divorce was finalized. Joanne delivered a beautiful baby girl nine months later that they named Maria after Marene's mother. Marene had never moved out of the home and helped Joanne with Maria. Of course both grandmothers were constantly underfoot, but that was understandable.

When Maria was 15 months old, Ollie and Joanne filed for a no-fault divorce, and the day after it was finalized Ollie and Marene married again. Marene delivered a girl as her second child nine months later, named Joan, after Joanne's mother. Again, when Joan was fifteen months old, Ollie and Maria divorced, with Ollie marrying Joanne the day after the divorce was finalized. Joanne only took six months to deliver her second child, a son named Albert after Maria's new husband. Of course Marene's mom was now Margaret, but that was a minor detail. The beautiful widow and her very wealthy new husband made a striking couple and were widely sought after in their social circles.

After the fourth child Ollie decided, with the support of his two wives to open a tool making business of his own. He had a reputation as a skilled and precise toolmaker who could handle the most difficult and exacting jobs, and with Martin Marietta opening Martin Orlando to service the space industry, the opportunity was ripe for a toolmaker of Ollie's competence to expand into a business of his own. To do that, he needed someone to capitalize his new business. He knew who to hire and where to locate his business. With some of the money that Maria/Margaret had received from her husband's insurance and the nearly thirty-thousand dollars he had saved from all of that extra time on the road, he had about half of what he needed to get started.

He felt his best bet was to approach Albert through Margaret in his persona as Robert. Margaret invited him and his two wives for a week's leisure at Albert's and her country estate (summer home) on the upper peninsula in Michigan. They left the children with the grandmothers and were off for the week's adventure. Needless to say that Albert was charmed by Ollie's two beautiful, naked wives. Add them to Albert's own beautiful naked wife, and the week took on a sort of heavenly style. Albert also thrived on the new pussy for the walking fuck, with Robert renewing his walking fuck with Margaret. Since no one continued to orgasm, the walking fuck was not thought of as anything wrong, but rather as a pleasant way to wander the estate and chat.

Three naked angels living gracefully in his domain had a great deal of influence on Albert. He agreed to support Ollie's/Robert's business with one-hundred-thousand dollars and a management consultant to help Robert organize the business, basically helping him put together his business plan, operational plan, financial plan, and develop a workable way of selling his services. It worked, and over the next few years of very hard work, sacrifice, and tireless persistence, Ollie's, or should I say Robert's family, The Family, became millionaires many times over. Ollie and his wives had taken advantage of the opportunities afforded hardworking people in the United States who had a dream and a plan to fulfill it.

They were successful on the first try, which is not always the case. Over half of the country's entrepreneurs fail on their first try, often going bankrupt, but if the dream is important enough to them, and they are willing to work hard enough, most of them are eventually successful. Ninety percent of success as an independent businessman is the result of ninety hour weeks and very little sleep. It doesn't hurt to have adequate capitalization, too.

He also told me that if he were to try to start his business today, instead of in the 1960's, he would probably have failed because of stupid new regulations, uncertainty about even more regulations, confusion about how the new health care mess would impact the business and his employees, and concern about higher taxes taking the profit out of the business.

He pointed out that his net profit was only about five percent, and another three and a half percent in income taxes would drop his profitability to one and a half percent, if he didn't raise prices. Even today, he can make more than that off of Certificates of Deposit, so why go into (or stay in) business when the money can be safely invested in bank notes, with almost no effort or overhead, for the same return? He added that The Family was also heavily invested in gold, silver, and copper.

He added that he had broken his business into several smaller businesses with separate management to assure that some of the really onerous future rulings of the president's health care fiasco and other recent legislation wouldn't affect his workers or his companies. Being a smaller small business is better than being a bigger small business. Many of the common functions like legal, payroll, and accounting are contracted to another business he owns to keep overhead down for all of the businesses and to let them concentrate on the business and not on being slaves to government regulations and bureaucrats.

Ollie got off of his soapbox and continued with his story. He told me that Bethany was thrilled about her pregnancy, and became a demanding lover, wanting sex every day, even when her husband was home. She would come over to Maria's every day either before going to work or as soon as she got home and demand that Ollie fuck her silly. He did his best. He said she had three more children, all his, and that her husband never discovered that they were Ollie's. She died of cancer when she was 52, in 1970. The Family missed her, mightily.

Maria/Margaret's second husband, Albert Eckerd, died in 1996 of a heart attack and old age while, thanks to viagra, he was fucking Margaret. The story is that he died a happy man. His will left 90 percent of his estate to Margaret, with the rest split between the University of Florida and his children by his first marriage. Maria/Margaret died in 2006 at the age of 90, with the surviving members of the family at her bedside in the old house on Elizabeth street, a home that Ollie, Marene, and Joanne still lived in, regardless of their wealth. It held memories that they felt were too valuable to abandon. The surviving members of The Family were heirs to Margaret's fortune. Ollie's and Joanne's parents died in the early 1990's, still confused over their children's unusual lifestyle.

Ollie and his wives continued the biennial divorce/marriage routine, even though they were no longer having children. He said they agreed that it was just fair to do so. After having divorced and remarried both of his wives several times, the magistrates and clerks started expecting them, sometimes with the paperwork already completed when they made their biennial appearances. Having a man and his two wives cheerfully carrying on with them while divorcing brightened the workday of the courthouse workers. Joanne and Marene got a huge laugh from the magistrate when they chorused, "See you in two years," as they left after the fifth or sixth divorce/marriage.

Ollie told me he was at a meeting with investors at which one of them asked what it was like remarrying an ex-wife. He said he responded with a comment that sent them into hysterics and actually may have clinched the deal. What he said was that remarrying and ex-wife was like having your hemorrhoids reinstalled. I agree. At least it struck me as really funny, in spite of my knowing that Ollie welcomed those hemorrhoids. They were beautiful, smart, and loving. The best kind of hemorrhoids.

So, after sixty-two years, Ollie, Marene, and Joanne are still a loving family. Ollie has been married fifty-nine years to his girls, but this year, 2011, both of the girls will have been his wife for thirty years. On his fiftieth wedding anniversary and the girls' twenty-fifth, he gave each of them a silver Rolls-Royce convertible, and they gave him a gold, custom made Rolex watch. It had gold images embossed on the watch face of themselves when they were fourteen. He told me that when he was asked who the pretty teenagers were, he would always reply, "Oh, they're my girls."

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I completed this story about five years ago and never got around to publishing it (there a couple more, one that's longer). I had originally planned to end the story here, but thought you might like a little follow up. I had continued my friendship with Ollie and his wives and got together with them, socially, whenever if visited Central Florida. Some things happened about two years later later that I felt would be icing on the cake. I hope you enjoy the addition.

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While visiting with Ollie and his wives a couple of years later, I was personally introduced to the walking fuck. No, not by one of Ollie's wives, but by their granddaughter, a beautiful, tall, slender, blond woman with a striking resemblance to Marene and certainly the same flexibility. Toward the end of my visit with Ollie and his wives she walked into Ollie's den, naked, and sat on my lap. She asked if I would join her for a brief walk. I made a few gulping sounds before I told her it sounded like a very nice idea. Ollie winked at me and told me that he thought I was skeptical about the walking fuck, so he arranged a demonstration for me, as he and his wives began to disrobe. While undressing, he introduced the young beauty sitting on my lap and unbuttoning my shirt as his granddaughter, Meredith.

She had my top half bare in no time. Of course to get me naked she would have to get off my lap. She did. She unbuckled my belt and began tugging my trousers down while a quickly naked Marene was removing my socks and shoes. By the time they got my underpants off, my erection was at full mast. I was hard as a rock. Meredith stood up, turned around, and sat down on it. I confess. My cock loved her cunt. She was sopping wet and began vibrating, almost instantly.

Ollie told me to get up and walk around the house. Meredith reached back, grabbed both of my arms and pulled me to my feet. Ollie connected with Joanne and led us around the house.

Once the family acquired wealth, they had bought all of the undeveloped land in the block around the original house and had added considerable construction to the property. There were additional houses, now, that complimented the original home and were connected to it by enclosed walkways. Also, part of the undeveloped field behind the house was still there, still overgrown with weeds. Meredith abandoned Ollie and Joanne, leading me out the back door and into the weedy field. A couple of yards into the field there was an area where the weeds were trampled down. She pulled off of me and quickly turned around and pulled me to the ground on top of her. She plugged me back into her pussy and said, "Fuck me senseless!"

I began by simply making love to this beautiful woman. Her vibrations accelerated to pulses. She was treating my dick to marvelous contractions. I accelerated my thrusts, discovering the progression of her body's response matched what Ollie had described about Marene's and Maria's sexual responses. It was both fascinating and massively arousing. She progressed through quivers to palsy, then to thrashing. My balls were so tight against my groin that I thought they might disappear back into my abdomen. I shot off. Spurt after spurt of rich, viral, sperm, blasted into her cunt. She fainted.

I gradually calmed, and my dick slowly withered and fell from her pussy. Her cunt "runneth over with" my cum. I gathered Meredith up and carried her to the back of the house. There were the concrete pad and the hose, just like in Ollie's story. I laid her on the concrete, turned on the hose, and followed Ollie's prescription for birth control, washing Meredith out, quite thoroughly, then rinsed the sweat and dirt off of the remainder of her body. I enjoyed gazing at her beautiful body as I rinsed myself off.

Ollie came to the back door with a couple of towels and suggested it was quicker to dry off with a towel than waiting to air dry. I took the suggestion to heart and dried Meredith and myself. Picking her inert body up, I carried her back into the house and to Ollie's den, placing her gently on the leather couch. Ollie gave me a few interesting facts about Meredith.

It turns out that she was a virgin and had never before been fucked. She was also only fourteen years old, the normal age for girls in that family to be deflowered. Finally, she had heard about my writing a "history" of the founding of the family and decided that I was the one who should take her virginity. I was somewhere between shocked, surprised, and flattered. I really didn't know what to think. Ollie concluded with an interesting suggestion, "You're only nine years older than she is, and in two more years she will be of age to marry. She's a good girl and will make you a good wife. Why don't you stay here for a couple more years and become a member of The Family?" And, that's how I found my beautiful, young bride. We are very happy together, living in the ancestral home in Orlando.

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