Chapter 23: Spring Break ‘70

On the first Saturday of spring break Luke and Angela collected Stella and Rod. Making a little detour from their normal route out of the city. The weather was good and everything shone under a blue sky. On the ride from Chareen out to the hills, Stella and Angela had the back seat of Luke’s car. Angela was the tall sexy dancer who had graduated last year and Luke her partner, the athletics and volleyball coach. His old car pitched and rolled a bit on the bends as the country got more hilly.

“What is this place like where we’re going?”

Stella asked.

“It’s a cool house owned by the Powers, Matt and Marissa. They’re neighbours of Molly and Dan and very sexy nudists. No clothes are allowed in the house at all,”

Angela answered.

“So we have to get naked before we arrive?”

“No. They’ve got a front porch with seats and everything and we’ll strip off when we get there. Luke undresses me and I don’t even think about it anymore. Everyone is always naked at the Saturday Club.”

“So does everyone have sex with Matt and Marissa then?”

Stella was having visions of a wild orgy with strangers and it was making the car feel too warm and the bends a little car sick making.

“No. Not immediately”,

Angela laughed.

“it’s not like that. If you spend enough time with Matt or Marissa though you’ll probably want to make love to them. They’re just so sexy. It’s a study club and we mostly learn things from one another and from their archive and play games and listen to music. We do quite a lot of making love to one another as well.”

“It sounds pretty cool but I’m nervous about being naked with so many people.”

“That will pass. No one will rush you into anything. Do you remember Dan and Ella Hoff who fucked against the wall at the first pool party in the summer?”

“Yes. I remember. I didn’t know who they were but they were super hot.”

“Absolutely. They made me wet without being touched that day,”

Angela said.

“They’ll be there today and Miss Molly and do you know Billy and Phil, who’s party that was?”

“Yes. I have classes with them. Everyone says Phil is a man eating nymphomaniac but she’s always seemed cool to me.”

“They’ll be there as well and Sophie and Brad and Patrick and Ella Briar too.”

“Wow. All the really sexy seniors then.”

“With a few others, yes.”

“I can see Rod fitting right in anyway, he’s so handsome and strong and sexy.”

“Don’t worry,”

Angela said.

“You’re pretty hot yourself and anyway it’s not just about looking good it’s a study club after all.”

Stella was only partially reassured. They parked up on a concrete slip in front of a double wide garage, next to a substation. The entrance was out on the road along the hedge and very soon she found herself on a white painted porch in a small crowd of rapidly disrobing teenagers. Everyone was chatting and helping one another with bras and socks, like the girls locker room on a busy Friday afternoon, except half of those present were men.

“Please undress me when you’re done”,

she asked Rod quietly. He was down to his socks already. Stella found herself inadvertently staring at Karl’s pale cylindrical cock as he bent to adjust some equipment at the north end of the porch. Rod’s hands felt good and Stella did her best not to think about the display she was putting on, getting stripped on the open porch of a strangers house. She watched Sophie B. and Karl climb into a suspended chair together as music started to play from somewhere above them. They were naked and as familiar as lovers. They lay against one another and his hand even caressed her as they settled themselves but they were sharing the music, not sex, right now, and somehow Stella could tell. There was no heat of fuck desire in their actions, just an intimacy and familiar love that awoke a longing in her, different and deeper than the glowing heat of her pussy. That was there too, just a tingle. Rod kissed her and went into the house with some of the other guys and then a stunning Asian lady was inviting her in and ruffling Marie’s pretty curls. Stella followed Marissa into a hall, then a small, high-tech, conference room, not what she’d expected and out again. Back across the entrance hall and through a utility area to a large, well equipped kitchen with a table big enough for six or more.

“Do you like cooking?”

Marissa asked.

Marie, enthusiastic as ever and confident in the nudity that was still making Stella nervous, said,

“I like eating. I’ve never really tried cooking though.”

“It’s a thing everyone should know at least a little of,”

Marissa said.

Marie nodded and they moved on into a large high tech wet room and gym area. Stella’s cousin Ann had a fancy wet room, in their house in CA, but this was on another level. Marissa opened a big door that looked like it came from a ship and they were outside again. The grass felt funny between her toes and Stella felt her nakedness even more. It looked like a great garden, surrounded by hedges and fences but she was glad to skip quickly up onto the large wooden deck, where she felt less exposed.

“You can relax and play out here if you like and the hot tub is on at the other end,”

Marissa said.

“This is a fantastic house.”

“Thank you Stella,”

Marissa smiled.

“We’ve been fortunate to find a haven after years of moving around.”

Stella dipped a toe in the hot tub. It drew her but she didn’t want to be the first one in. Marissa was so incredibly beautiful and gracious and generous.

“Thank you for letting us all share your haven for the afternoon.”

“You’re welcome. It’s our pleasure. Now I’m going to the kitchen to do some basic cookery and Marie is going to join me for a while at least until some sexy man comes and distracts her. Would you like to come with us?”

“I can probably skip a beginner lesson I think. I took food for two years at school.”

“Then I would only be boring you. Feel free to look around and ask if you want to get involved in anything more complex than the hot tub. Some of our house systems are a little different from what you usually see.”

Marissa led Marie back inside and Stella looked about. it was all compact but incredibly well appointed and high quality. Smart materials everywhere and embedded lights and sensors and yet it looked like a simple structure of warm natural wood. These people were rich, clever and had taste. Somehow it made Marissa even more goddess level sexy. When Stella returned to the den a woman was coming in from the hall with Miss Molly. She was carrying a pretty little baby girl with the beginnings of her mothers wild brunette curls.

“Hi Stella, this is Jules and baby Elle”,

Molly said.

“Hi,”

Stella said, not really knowing how to greet them with everyone being naked but Jules hugged her despite the baby between them. They were immediately friends, in the way that sometimes happens with really good people, and talking about Elle and how she was doing at six months. Stella’s self consciousness evaporated and she curled up next to Jules and let Elle pull her little finger and stare at her with baby blue eyes. After a few minutes Jules lifted Elle a little and she started to breast feed.

“How are you finding the feeding?”

Molly asked.

“Oh the feeding isn’t so much of an issue. The only problem is that my tits think I had twins and Elle tends to be a little greedy, which is normal. Then she throws up on Mike if she’s had too much. Could you get me the cup with a lid that’s on the kitchen table please darling?”

Jules asked and Stella bounced up and went to get it, so completely over the nudity that a naked Luke, sat at the kitchen table, talking to Marissa and Marie, didn’t phase her at all. He was holding the beaker cup in a small transparent bag.

“Ah, that’s what I need. It’s for Jules and baby Elle.”

Luke handed it over.

“What do they need that for?”

he asked getting up and making as if to go with her.

“I don’t know exactly,”

Stella said hesitantly.

“Then let’s go and find out.”

Luke smiled and put his hand on her shoulder. It was a strong man’s hand that felt good and made her wonder where Rod had got to. As if he could read her mind Luke said,

“Rod’s gone to the garage to look at an old car with Matt and Dan. They’ll come back because this is where the beautiful women are.”

Stella gave the cup to Jules and settled her self back on the couch with her legs drawn up while Luke went to sit on the other end and stroke Molly’s hair. Stella watched in awe and fascination as Jules milked her own right tit into the cup while Elle guzzled at her left, making contented baby sucking noises. It was beautiful and erotic, not in a sexy way but an amazing level of shared intimacy. The fine spurts of milk took a long time to two thirds fill the cup before Jules sealed the lid and relaxed.

“It’s a pity Matt stole Dan away so quickly, he’s better at getting it all out without bruising me than I am.”

“He has wonderful control in his big rough man hands,”

Molly said. Luke was massaging her shoulders and upper back now from his perch and she was leaning into it and enjoying herself.

“Dan does that for you?”

Stella asked in surprise.

“Oh yes,”

Jules said, switching Elle deftly from right breast to left where she reattached and continued to nurse although she wasn’t getting anything now.

“Dan works with my partner Mike so he’s at our place most days and he’s a great lover.”

Stella absorbed the implications of this while Jules continued, to Molly,

“This way she doesn’t over feed at one time and if she’s genuinely hungry in a couple of hours I can put a teat on that cup. She’ll only take what she needs from the cup, she just enjoys mummy so much she won’t stop, will you darling?”

Jules caressed Elle who nursed contentedly while a milk drip formed on Jules other nipple. Stella noticed it, Luke must have seen it, Jules looked at Molly and some unspoken signal passed between them. Molly leaned forward and Luke moved to support her by the shoulders. Stella watched Miss Molly’s hot lips close with extreme gentle precision on Jules milky nipple. Jules sighed at the double suck, so blissful it made her toes wiggle.

“Oh you bad girl, you do that so well,”

she moaned.

After half a minute Molly drew off Jules’ nipple and turned to share a milky wet tongue kiss with Luke, his left hand massaging her right tit but Molly wasn’t done, she returned to the gentle erotic nursing, for another minute. Stella only realised just how fucking turned on she already was, watching all this, when Molly approached her, lips sealed, kneeled and opened her arms. To kiss Miss Molly in front of them was easy. She loved Miss Molly and Miss Molly had seen her have sex with Rod and Johnny. The breast milk swapping was purely the kinkiest thing she’d ever considered and yet it was beautiful and loving. They kissed deeply long after most of the mouthful of milk had dissipated and she didn’t hesitate to lick Miss Molly’s face when they separated.

“That was lovely,”

Jules said when Molly finally got up and then kissing Jules consumed her attention so that she missed Luke and Molly licking up the milk dribbles she’d left on Molly’s tits. They settled on the couch again, Luke next to Stella this time and Molly wanted to practice holding Elle before she fell asleep. Stella watched with Luke’s comforting arm around her and Jules instructed Molly. Elle was soon cradled in Molly’s arms, staring up at her and grabbing at her slightly damp tits with tiny hands.

“Lift her a little, your nipples are very high. I think she might not be quite done with comfort feeding yet.”

Molly tried it and closed her eyes in absolute delight when Elle took a long rubbery nipple in her mouth and chew sucked it with her empty gums.

“You were born for motherhood,”

Jules said,

“Oh I need to get pregnant right now,”

Molly said

“I could give Mike a call,”

Jules offered.

“No, you dirty slut. Dan’s closer. He’s only in the garage.”

“Mike’s there too but Luke’s even closer,”

Jules countered.

“I could help.”

Molly looked over in the direction of Luke’s cock.

“No. It looks like he’s been claimed for the moment. I’ll have to go searching for a horny virile man. What a chore.”

Stella hadn’t even realised that her hand was around Luke’s cock until Molly noticed it. There was a moment of adrenalin rush and near panic and frantically trying not to let go too fast which washed away with his hand running gently down her back, just turning into a shiver and her right hand was still full of stiff manhood.

“That feels good but your hold is a little tight,”

he whispered. A blushing Stella eased her grip and much to her relief Luke took charge after that.

Rod tried to take in the rather strange house but Matt, the host, and Dan seemed to be keen to press on through the kitchen and then what was apparently a wet room but looked more like a small theatre with a gym in the corner, to the garage. A slim, almost boyish but precociously naked girl took his hand as they crossed the strange wet-room.

“I’m Phil, short for something girly my parents never agreed on,”

she said. They all seemed comfortable naked but somehow Phil was a step beyond that. She didn’t just not care about her body being seen. Everything about her said she wanted it to be seen, in detail, probably while having sex. It made her magnetically attractive somehow despite her small tits, short hair and slight frame.

“I’m Rod and before you make the old joke. It’s not meant as a description.”

Phil looked unashamedly and directly at his cock as they reached a door in the corner.

“It’s not short for anything either I see.”

That definitely earned a laugh.

“Are you interested in engines?”

he asked.

Matt was pulling the cover off a shiny, green, monster of a vehicle. Phil gave a so-so hand wobble.

“Look around you. I tagged along because this is where all the best cock was heading,”

she whispered.

Rod caught sight of Mike and whispered back.

“I think you may have struck gold.”

“I wish,”

she said.

Out on the porch Johnny somehow found himself seated between two utterly gorgeous naked babes who confusingly introduced themselves as Ella and Ella.

“Are you sisters?”

he asked, even though that wouldn’t explain it.

“Absolutely,”

the serious blonde with the super long hair confirmed.

There was a box under the next seat and brunette Ella fished in it for a pack of cards. Her leaning over took Johnny’s arm from around her shoulder and left his hand on a sexy thigh. She seemed fine with it but Johnny was hesitant.

“It’s fine to touch in a friendly way without asking.”

Blonde Ella had picked up on his nervousness.

“You can put your arm around me and stroke me if you like,”

brunette Ella said when she sat back up.

“You can call me Ella B and my sister lover is Ella H.”

She started dealing out the cards and Johnny soon had to withdraw his arm from around her marvellous body to play. He picked up the game easily enough although it wasn’t immediately clear how he might win it. The conversation picked up where it had left off.

“Every woman has different ways that she likes to be touched,”

Ella B said.

“How would I work out the best ways to touch you?”

Johnny asked.

“Well there a two ways,”

Ella H said.

“You can either carefully try lots of things and pay close attention to how your partner reacts.”

“Or you can ask your partner and hope that they know what they like and are willing to tell you,”

Ella B. added.

“They should be willing to tell you,”

Ella H said firmly,

“but sometimes it is very difficult to admit what you want, especially when it is unusual or kinky.”

Johnny nodded seriously.

“Marie likes getting wet with pee and stuff and that’s difficult to do.”

“Does it not turn you on?”

Ella B asked.

“It does once we get into it,”

Johnny said.

Ella H laughed,

“I think you’re just so in love with Marie that anything you see turning her on turns you on.”

“True love is wonderful,”

Ella B sighed.

“Do you remember when we fell in love?”

“I remember the first time you kissed me with your fingers inside me and I wanted to go down on you so badly I could barely kiss you back.”

“I remember the first time I saw that look on your face when you were riding Luke and he squeezed your tits just right and I wanted so much to please you like that,”

Ella B replied.

“We are all still learning I guess,”

Ella H said.

Johnny looked confused.

“What are you learning?”

Ella B asked Johnny.

“That you’re all amazing sluts like Marie and that blonde Ella likes to have her tits squeezed.”

“Very good. You see you can learn by just cuddling with us and listening.”

“Did you squeeze Ella’s tits the same as Luke?”

Johnny asked, considering that they might be hinting that he should try it but he felt he’d missed something somewhere.

“The way a woman likes to be touched by a man isn’t always the same as the way a woman likes to be touched by a woman,”

Ella H explained.

It was even more complicated than Johnny had realised. He despaired of ever getting it right and turning on these two gorgeous sluts, or of understanding how this card game could come to completion.

This was hand built by some very skilled people with access to an extensive machine shop about forty years ago. Dan and Billy have been helping me restore the running gear over the past few months but now it’s time to tackle the engine. It hasn’t run in thirty years so it’s going to need a complete rebuild. The green car that Matt insisted was called a Martin was lifted above head height now on the hydraulic rig, exposing the complicated underside of metal plates and pipes. Oil pans were soon being dragged across the floor and power tools whirring.

In the kitchen Marie celebrated her first successful pancake flip with a sexy dance, wearing only an apron.

In the den Jules was preparing to leave with Elle sleeping peacefully in a carrier when Sophie and Karl came in.

“I’ll go and find Mike,”

Karl volunteered.

“He’s a thoughtful one,”

Jules said to Sophie.

“He’s brilliant beyond my comprehension,”

she said, noticing Luke cuddling the new girl Stella. She looked pretty far gone already with his long hand covering her pussy. Then Molly popped out of the wall like a cork out of a bottle.

“Woah. I didn’t even know that was a door,”

Sophie said.

“What’s in there?”

“Go and fetch your panties from outside and I’ll show you,”

Molly said.

“Panties. OK I guess I’ll be going home without them if you’re up to something truly kinky.”

“Don’t worry I’m not going to throw up in them and ask you to put them on,”

Molly replied as Sophie headed for the hall.

“If you do I want video, with squelchy sounds,”

Jules said.

Mike came through from the kitchen rubbing his hands together and they kissed Molly goodbye. Molly thought how much she enjoyed Mike’s tongue in her mouth. She should visit Dan at work soon but there were always so many young ones who needed her.

“Who was the cute babe with the bubble butt taking all Luke’s attention?”

Mike asked as he took Elle’s carrier out on the Porch.

“That’s Stella. She came with Rod. She’s a hot little bunny for sure. I think you’ll like her.”

“I think I will too,”

Mike smiled.

“What are they doing?”

Karl asked Rod.

“They’re taking the engine out. They’ve got it supported from above with those chains and now they’re detaching all the connections from the rest of the vehicle. Everything has to be documented though, especially the electrics because apparently there are no plans or manual.”

“It reminds me why I prefer digital constructs. Self documenting and it’s much more difficult to make an irreversible mistake,”

Karl said.

“Yeah and cleaner too. Are you a software engineer then?”

“No, an applied mathematician.”

Karl ducked down to see what Patrick was doing with the large central pipe under the car.

Patrick made hand grabby signals at Rod who gave over the wrench he was holding. A vague echoey,

“Thanks,”

emerged from where Patrick had his head stuck in a dark hole.

“Bring Phil before she decides to take a dive into that filth and I’ll tell you what I’m working on.”

Phil was indeed crouched by the metal bucket of black goo. Rod bodily picked her up in a fireman’s lift and they headed for the den. Phil ran an oily hand down his back and then splatted him with some kind of cold gel with the other.

“If you guys are abducting me, you’d better have plans to fill me so full of cock I can’t scream,”

she said rubbing the mess she’d made around on Rod’s back.

“I expect we will be able to work something out,”

Karl said as if she’d just asked about something banal like a lift home.

Angela watched them troop through the end of the kitchen from where she was nibbling a pancake at the table. Marissa and Marie were definitely conspiring to make her fat and it was getting harder to resist as Marie’s pancakes got better and Marissa’s suggestions for added flavours more interesting. The conversation though was already maximum spicy. Marie and Marissa were talking about wet sex.

“Do you like being peed on?”

Marie asked Angela.

“I like it on my body, especially from other girls and some guys who don’t go too fast. I don’t really like it on my hair or face. I don’t mind the taste but it doesn’t excite me. My favourite though is when my lover wants to suck it out of me and wallow in it like you were talking about. I have to admit it feels amazing to do that. Just letting it out in little spurts over a long time and having Ella or Billy rubbing their face around in there and licking and sucking everything, moaning and really getting off on it. I do love that.”

“Do let me know if you get the urge,”

Marie said.

“Well let’s see if I make it out of the garage first. There’s got to be enough pancakes here now for all those hungry men and I don’t need any more.”

Angela got up and headed for the garage to see if anyone wanted pancakes. She was pretty sure they would. Out on the deck Phil hung upside down rubbing Rod’s back. The cleaning gel really did work.

“You’d better put me down. You’re squeezing my bladder and I might pee all over you any minute,”

she warned Rod. Instead he handed her to Karl.

“Oh hello darling, are you helping to abduct me,”

she said, looking up at him from where she lay across his arms.

“No lover,”

Karl said,

“you’re going to help me explain the transition to third generation cryptography to Rod.”

“As long as it involves your cock going in and out of my pussy, I’m game,”

Phil responded.

They sat on the edge of the hot tub and laid Phil across both their laps. Karl told the story of how Ulam’s meta theorem had shown that theorems must exist which were both correct and unprovable and that further such a theorem could be used in encryption so that an algorithm to crack the encryption would constitute a proof of the theorem and therefore could not exist. Phil already knew about this if not what it meant exactly but that was OK as they molested her relentlessly while they talked.

“However no such theorems were known or needed until second generation cryptography was broken in general. That was based on large prime numbers, which are singularities in the integer domain but are better understood as constrained curves in the Real domain.”

Phil wriggled over and sucked Karl’s cock while enjoying Rod’s exploratory fingers.

“The mathematics of 2nd generation was sound of course and Satoshi made use of it for the block chain. However as you know there are two representations of numbers in computers now. One for fast math and one for safe math. Back then they only had the fast math so those constrained curves in the Real domain could not be precisely represented. They still thought of the Real domain as unidimensional and they had no Sartinski divergent indexes. The inaccuracies in the representations were the weakness as they could be mapped and used to recover the prime key statistically over enough samples.”

Rod nodded. Karl had a very concise way of explaining a lot of detail but he was following. It got a little more difficult when Phil swapped ends but he stroked her head and tried to follow along despite the wonderful feeling of her tongue circling the head of his cock.

“So over a couple of years just before the war, someone took Sartinski divergent indexes and a fractional dimensional representation of the Real numbers and not only disproved uncountability but invented a new computational representation where as long as you have the Sartinski index you can iterate to achieve an arbitrary precision in your calculations. Then they invented a whole new computational calculation standard that we still use today.”

Phil climbed into Karl’s lap and he ran his hands all over her while he talked. She rose and sank, slowly at first on his solid log of a cock.

“That’s a pretty major achievement,”

Rod said. Phil nodded agreement.

“It certainly is and I think it’s reasonable to assume that whoever did it also both invented 3rd generation encryption, based on Sartinski indexes, and generally cracked 2nd generation or else why would they have needed the new system. I mean it’s good but it’s slower and more expensive and for almost everything except encryption we just use fast math.”

Phil kissed Karl, which silenced him for a while and then dropped on Rod’s lap and whispered,

“Fuck me,”

into his ear. He did but she soon detached herself with a deep kiss and switched back to Karl.

“So someone did all that in a couple of years and we don’t know who it was?”

Rod asked.

“Uh huh,”

Karl adjusted the angle of his penetration and Phil bounced, stretching her taught little body and arching her back so that he was able to mouth a nipple.

“Then can we really be sure it was one person? Maybe it was just the way progress was before the war.”

After a couple of minutes Phil switched back and Rod took her by the buns and laid her back in Karl’s lap to fuck her some more.

“I found something in Matt’s archive,”

Karl said, tweaking Phil’s nipples one after the other.

“An unpublished paper I think. At least one that isn’t referenced anywhere else. It contains the detailed proof of Real countability, which is pretty well known, but it also contains an application of Sartinski indexing to solve some of the issues that caused. It was from 2046”.

They let Phil rearrange them this time and Rod was soon getting a throat fuck courtesy of Karl’s thrusts into Phil.

“So someone was working in that area and was already good with Sartinski indexing before the breakthroughs. Do you think they were the one that cracked second gen cryptography?”

Rod asked.

“Maybe, given that the paper seems to belong to Matt, we could just ask him who wrote it but something tells me I wasn’t supposed to find it.”

They swapped ends of Phil leaving her in position and moving around her.

“Why not?”

“Well think about just how famous or infamous you’d be if you generically cracked all 3rd gen encryption,”

Karl said.

“I think pretty dead is what I’d be, given the chaos that would cause.”

“Exactly, and if you somehow got away with it you probably wouldn’t want anyone finding out.”

“Do you think Matt wrote it?”

Rod asked.

“Maybe. He’s good, better than me, but he always says he’s not a crypto specialist. Kind of implies he knew someone who was.”

“We should ask,”

Rod said.

It was difficult not to feel bold fucking a slut like Phil out in the open. She was incredible, taking them in sequence and together again and again, getting more and more excited and wetter with each swap.

Johnny was beginning to catch onto the card game at long last. The goal was to be able to get rid of all his cards and to block the girls from getting rid of theirs but there weren’t enough rules to stop cards being played. However whenever he stroked Ella B’ thigh she would play a high value card and when he finally cupped Ella H’ left breast in his hand, with his arm around her, she said she didn’t have a high enough card and had to pick one up. He experimented with a light touch between Ella B’ thighs that would barely stroke her pussy. No, she played on with mid value cards. Boldly lifting her leg across his to open his access to grope her properly however had her picking up a card and pretty soon Johnny was winning.