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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 23


I stayed over at the Clarks for a while longer. My parents were 
never far from my thoughts. So much had happened to me over the 
past year. I'd allowed all of it to happen too. A year ago, I'd 
have been totally blown away at the idea of my parents doing 
something like that with me. The idea of it was still shocking, 
but not to the point that I was angry at them. Considering that 
it probably was my parents that had played a sex game with me, I 
really wasn't that upset about it. It was clear though that I 
wasn't going to be able to prove anything until later, if even 
then. So, I decided I might as well enjoy the moment. I was 
naked, and there were four adults ready to continue enjoying my 
body ... and each other’s. I was still horny as fuck, too.

We had sex together for the next few hours. It was the first time 
I'd knowingly been with this many adults at one time. It quickly 
became apparent that I was the novelty of the group. I loved 
being the center of attention. They'd been fucking each other for 
years. This was their first opportunity to include me in one of 
their orgies.

The men obviously were preoccupied with me. Their wives didn't 
seem to mind at all though. They had their fun too. Mrs. Walcott 
and Mrs. Clark seemed to enjoy watching us more than anything 
else, especially when Mr. Walcott was fucking me from behind on 
the bed while Mr. Clark was stuffing my mouth full with his big 
dick.

"Look at those guys. You'd think they'd never had sex with a girl 
before. Melissa's got her hands full," Mrs. Clark said, pinching 
Mrs. Walcott's nipples firmly.

"It's not her hands that are full," Mrs. Walcott playfully 
replied, while slipping two fingers in and out of Mrs. Clark. "Do 
you think she needs some help? They're gonna wear the poor girl 
out."

"I think she can handle it. She's been practicing a good bit," 
Mrs. Clark said, tugging now at both of Mrs. Walcott's extended 
nipples. It caused her friend to almost wince, but it was clear 
she was enjoying it.

Mrs. Walcott continued their naughty chat, "Brent has been so 
jealous of your husband. That little hussy has been all he could 
think about at times. It's even made me jealous of her."

"I'm getting jealous of her too," Mrs. Clark said. "Look at her. 
She's being a greedy little thing."

"Don’t you wish you were thirteen again?" Mrs. Walcott asked her, 
rubbing and pinching Mrs. Clark's slippery wet clit.

"If I could get fucked like that, sure."

"You did get fucked like that when you were thirteen ... and just 
this past weekend too," Mrs. Walcott reminded her.

Mrs. Clark had a threesome while Sarah had been staying with my 
parents? With who?

"Shhh. Don't tell the girl all my secrets," Mrs. Clark playfully 
chided. "We don't want to corrupt the girl."

"We couldn't let that happen. She's too sweet to corrupt," Mrs. 
Walcott said. "Look at how nice she is being to our husbands. 
Most girls her age only think of themselves, but not our 
Melissa," Mrs. Walcott said more to tease me than anything else.

The men never missed a beat while their wives were offering their 
commentary. My mind was momentarily locked onto what Mrs. Walcott 
had said about Mrs. Clark having a threesome the previous weekend 
while I'd been at the Rayners. Mrs. Rayner had told me then that 
the Clarks were out of town with some friends. It couldn't have 
been with any of the adults I knew they were involved with.

I didn't think about it too long though. Mr. Walcott's cock was 
hitting spots inside me just right, not to mention my clit. I had 
become rather fond of getting fucked like a dog. His deep 
pounding of my pussy was pushing me forward on the bed with each 
thrust. Because of that, Mr. Clark came close to sliding his cock 
down my throat a few times. I knew I needed to pay attention to 
what I was doing, or I would be choking. Deep throating wasn't 
one of my specialties yet.

"Bob dear, give the girl a chance to catch her breath once in a 
while," Mrs. Clark playfully chided her husband.

"She going to have a sore jaw when this is over with," Mrs. 
Walcott surmised. "She's hanging in there though."

The ladies' color commentary goaded me into doing my best to get 
their husbands off. I was pushing back into Mr. Walcott while 
doing my best to take as much of Mr. Clark’s cock into my mouth. 
I wasn't very graceful at it though. I was definitely going to 
need more practice. The men were happy to give me plenty of 
opportunities too. They're very accommodating like that. They'd 
both shot their loads earlier, so they were likely going to be 
fucking me for a while.

After some time, the men finally gave me a few moments to relax. 
It gave me an opportunity to watch the ladies doing their thing. 
Mrs. Clark had pulled out some of her toys, including her strap-
on.

The biggest thing I discovered during our little fuckfest was 
that Mrs. Walcott was really into being disciplined. Mrs. Clark 
had spanked me the one time that afternoon last month at my house 
with Mrs. Rayner. I'd enjoyed it, and wouldn't mind having it 
done to me again. Mrs. Walcott was really into it though. Mrs. 
Clark got into verbally abusing her too. Mrs. Walcott had a 
really sexy ass. It was firm and tight, and it was very red when 
Mrs. Clark was finished with it.

I'd always seen Mrs. Walcott in a position of power as a teacher. 
She couldn't spank her students, but she was the authority 
figure, and could issue out discipline in ways other than a 
spanking. Watching her be so submissive was probably the most 
memorable part of the whole afternoon.

Mrs. Clark seemed to be into it just as much as Mrs. Walcott. It 
was a side of her that I hadn't really seen much of. She wasn't 
what I'd call a sadist or anything, but she definitely had fun 
giving Mrs. Walcott what she wanted.

Mrs. Walcott did act rather shy about the whole thing when she 
and I were sitting together afterwards. She could probably see 
how it had rattled me, too.

"I guess we shouldn't have done that in front of you," she said 
demurely.

"It's cool. I just didn't expect something like that."

"From one of your teachers?"

"Well, yeah. But from anyone. Different strokes, I guess."

"I also like being gagged and tied up too, while being spanked 
and whipped."

I wasn't sure if she was saying that to get all of her 
perversions out in the open for me at one time, or if she was 
just trying to shock me.

"Whipped?" I tentatively asked, cutting my eyes up at her 
quizzically.

"With a flog or belt."

"On your ... butt?"

"All over," she answered without hesitating.

"As in?"

"My ass, legs, tits ... everywhere. I love it!" she said, almost 
giddy at telling me her dark obsession.

I pondered what she was saying for a few moments. Images of 
someone hitting her breasts with a whip popped in my head and 
made me wince.

She added, "It's not for everyone. I like the feeling of being 
helpless and taken advantage of."

"And the pain too?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes, the pain too. The right amount of pain can be very intense. 
I'm not talking about getting physically hurt. But just enough 
pain in the right spots can feel incredible, if done by someone 
who knows what they're doing."

"Who whips you? Your husband?"

"He's not as into it as I am. He occasionally lets me enjoy it 
with a couple we know."

"Not the Clarks?"

"No, although Colleen rather enjoys doing what you just saw."

"She did that to me once. It did feel good, but she was way more 
into it with you."

"She probably knows my limits better than yours. She probably 
realized you weren't too much of a submissive as well."

I nodded slightly in agreement. While I'd really enjoyed the 
spanking from Mrs. Clark, it wasn't something I would ever ask to 
be done to me again. Certainly not to the degree it seemed Mrs. 
Walcott enjoyed.

I further inquired, "You said you liked being tied up. Like we do 
during the blindfold games?"

"I like it a bit more intense. The couple I mentioned will strap 
me to all sorts of things, and use ropes to get me into some 
rather interesting positions."

My eyes went wide as I recalled some images I'd seen on the 
internet one time.

"You said you liked being gagged too?"

"Sure, especially while all tied up."

I grimaced at the thought of being completely helpless like that.

"How can you use a safe word like that?"

"You can't."

Surprised, I asked, "But what if you're really in trouble?"

"That's why you only do something like that with someone who is 
experienced. Someone who can see signs of serious distress, and 
who will react quickly."

I shook my head in utter amazement. Was there a school for this 
kind of thing? A degree in ass whipping? Mrs. Walcott just 
grinned slightly at my reaction.

It wasn't all that long ago that I had thought of Mr. and Mrs. 
Walcott as just average boring school teachers. I could only 
wonder just how average and boring the rest of my teachers really 
were behind closed doors. Maybe one day I'd find out. School 
would be starting back soon enough!

"Melissa, it's certainly not for everyone. I hope you’ll be able 
to understand that."

I then realized my reaction was coming across as harshly judging 
her ... and I was doing so very openly.

I quickly turned to directly face her, and said, "I'm sorry. I 
didn't mean to. It's just not something I thought people would 
really enjoy. It's all good to me though. I can hardly be 
judgmental with everything I've been doing."

I figured Sarah hadn't seen this side of Mrs. Walcott last summer 
when they were spending more time together. I figured she 
would've said something if she had, but we still had a lot to 
talk about yet.

"Thanks, Melissa. We all have our own kinks. Some of those kinks 
can be pretty shocking to others."

I hugged her reassuringly. It felt odd that it was me comforting 
an adult though. She seemed to be a bit insecure. Maybe that was 
part of her submissive side showing through.

I was encountering a number of first that day. But most of all, I 
was enjoying being their teen slut. I was their play toy, and I 
loved it.


******


I went home later that evening. I wasn't any closer to finding 
out my parents’ involvement in the game that afternoon. Mom and 
Daddy were out on the town for the night too. How convenient, I 
thought. If it really had been them at the Clarks earlier, they 
probably wanted to avoid me for the rest of the evening knowing I 
might start asking questions they might not be prepared to 
answer.

It was a Saturday night though. I was rather sore from the orgy, 
so just lying around was exactly what I needed. I was glad my 
parents were out together, too, no matter what kind of monkey 
business they might be into.

I wished Peter wasn't at his grandparents though.


******


Sunday morning was much different than the last one. Instead of 
waking after a night of nudity, sex, weed, and beer with my 
friends, their parents, and my Pastor and his wife ... and then 
trying to break into my house ... my family and I were getting 
ready to go to church to listen to that same Pastor. We hadn't 
been in some time, so there was a bit of chaos with getting 
breakfast and showers out of the way.

Running late, we decided to skip Sunday School and just go to the 
morning service. Mrs. Thomas was on the steps outside of the 
church sanctuary when we arrived. She was extremely happy to see 
us. I wanted to hug her, but I wasn't sure what was appropriate 
in front of everyone else. Mrs. Thomas took care of that when she 
pulled me to her tightly for a few seconds.

"I'm so glad you came."

"Sorry we didn't come for Sunday School," Mom said.

"You're here now. That's all that matters."

My parents and Mrs. Thomas talked for a few moments before we 
walked into the sanctuary as a family. Daddy had us sit in one of 
the middle pews about halfway from the pulpit. I'd have preferred 
sitting in the back, but this would do. Mrs. Thomas stopped by to 
check on us before she walked to the front pew to take her seat.

Daddy sat on one side of Mom with me on the other. Jamie sat next 
to me at the very end of the pew. We probably looked like any 
other ordinary family to everyone else. Then I wondered if there 
was even such a thing as an ordinary family.

The service started much like what I'd remembered. We sang some 
hymns. One man I didn't know made some announcements. The choir 
sang a song. Mr. Thornton was the choir director. He was a little 
older than Pastor Thomas. He was also rather distinguished 
looking, and quite sexy, too.

The whole time all of that was going on, I kept looking at Pastor 
Thomas sitting in his seat near the pulpit. Even though he was 
dressed, in my mind I kept seeing him naked. When he glanced in 
my direction, I wondered if he was thinking of me without my 
clothes on, too.

Church was definitely different for me now!

Pastor Thomas finally began his sermon. I really didn't listen 
too closely to what he was saying though. I kept thinking about 
how he'd fucked me so good the previous Sunday morning before 
giving his sermon. I was hoping I could spend more time with him 
soon. He was a great fuck, especially with his wife joining in.

Jamie took a bible from the back of the pew in front of us. I cut 
my eyes at him warily. He gave me a wry smile in return. I 
glanced over at Mom and Daddy. They were both intently watching 
Pastor Thomas.

Jamie leafed through the bible looking for something. He finally 
stopped flipping the pages and handed it over to me, pointing to 
a specific verse, 2 Samuel 11:3-5. It described David arranging 
to have sex with another man's wife, getting her preggers. She 
was considered purified from her uncleanness after the sex. She 
then went back to her husband.

I couldn't believe he was showing me a bible verse referencing 
sex during the middle of church! He smiled slightly while cutting 
his eyes at me. I shook my head slightly at his silliness. Based 
on those verses, I figured I'd been purified quite a few times 
over the past few weeks. I was sanctified! Revere me or else! I 
wondered if my halo was showing. But then again, I wasn't 
married, so it probably wouldn't count. Oh well, I'd have to 
remain a dirty girl.

Jamie took the bible back from me and started flipping through it 
again, stopping at another page, and handing it back to me. He 
pointed at where he wanted me to read, Genesis 19, 30-36. Lot's 
two daughters got their father drunk so they could seduce him. 
They both fucked him and ended up preggers.

Jamie glanced over at Daddy, and then looked back at me. I rolled 
my eyes at his subtle inference.

He took the bible back again and flipped to another verse, 
Genesis 38:8, which described how Onan fucked his brother's wife, 
but wouldn't cum inside her. He'd pulled out and shot his load on 
the ground instead. I almost giggled remembering Mrs. Thomas 
telling her husband the previous Sunday morning not to spill his 
seed. The penalty for that appeared to be death! Holy hell! These 
Old Testament fuckers were serious about their punishments.

Jamie then pointed to verses 15-18. A man traded a goat to have 
sex with his daughter-in-law. Well, he didn't find out she was 
his son's wife until later though, but he still fucked her just 
the same. She ended up preggers too.

No wonder there was so much 'begetting' in the Old Testament. 
Birth control pills and condoms didn't exist back then, and the 
death penalty made pulling out the worst birth control option 
ever. Letting yourself get knocked up seemed like the only way to 
go if you were gonna do the dirty deed. At least the girl ended 
up with a goat in this case.

Jamie then turned to Leviticus and pointed at chapter 18. Fucking 
hell! There was a whole laundry list of family members you 
shouldn't fuck. I pointed to verse 11 and wagged my finger at 
Jamie. It said not to fuck your sister. I smiled at him, raising 
my eyebrow. No more of little sister's pussy for you! I knew 
better though. We'd probably laugh about it when he would fuck me 
later in the afternoon.

I couldn't help but think that Jamie would be a fun Sunday School 
teacher.

Mom broke our silent revelry by taking the bible from me. We were 
so busted! I felt like a little kid again.

She looked over at me, and then over at Jamie. She then started 
flipping the pages and then handed it back to me. She pointed at 
Genesis 9:20-23. Way to go, Mom! I quickly handed it over to 
Jamie, biting my lower lip. Mom looked over at Jamie, getting his 
attention, and then looked back at Daddy. The passage was about 
two of Noah's sons finding their drunken sleeping father naked, 
and laying down with him. The impression it left was that they'd 
pumped their daddy's poop chute with their peckers. Jamie 
actually blushed. I so wanted to high five Mom right then.

Who knew church could be so educational and fun?

Noah was pissed when he discovered what his son's had done to him 
in his drunken sleep. Ass raped by two of his sons. Jamie rarely 
was embarrassed by anything. I had to fight from pissing myself. 
Mom grabbed my thigh, squeezing it to let me know I better not 
bust out laughing in church. I glanced at her, and she quickly 
winked at me before looking back toward Pastor Thomas.

Jamie took the bible back and found yet another verse from the 
Song of Solomon. It was about a woman's lover admiring her, 
especially her breasts. Her lover saw them as two fawns of a 
gazelle.

Jamie surreptitiously pointed toward my chest. I glanced down at 
my boobies. I figured I must have newborns. What a gyp. No songs 
for me! I looked back at Jamie. I knew I was blushing. He'd 
gotten his revenge.

Mom took the bible back and found another verse, Romans 1:26. It 
was about women having sex with each other, and their men having 
sex with each other.

I curiously glanced over at Mom. The verse also talked about a 
penalty for doing that kind of thing. But I wasn't concerned at 
all about that. I was focused on the idea of same gender sex. 
This was the second verse Mom had pointed out concerning that. 
Mom just winked at me, which made me wonder if she was trying to 
tell me something.

Mom finally put the bible back in the slot behind the pew in 
front of us. She then took my hand in hers and held it. I glanced 
over at her again. She met my gaze and just smiled, before 
looking back at the pastor.


******


We went out to eat together after church as a family. It was 
something we hadn't done much of lately. We all seemed to be 
closer than we'd been in some time. Mom seemed happier too. I 
felt better about both my parents, even though I was still 
wondering if they had been at the Clarks the day before.


******


That afternoon, Sarah called and wanted to know if I would spend 
the night with her. I jumped at the chance. I still had a lot to 
tell her, and I'm sure she wanted to tell me more things as well. 
Jamie had gone over there earlier, but I doubted he would spend 
the night.

When I got to her house, Mrs. Clark let me inside. As usual, she 
was always happy to see me. Her husband was in the family room 
watching a baseball game. Sarah was upstairs with Jamie.

"Melissa, do you want to have some fun?"

"With Sarah and Jamie here?" I asked, surprised that she would 
want to risk Sarah finding us having sex.

"They would be a part of it."

She could see I was puzzled.

"Bob and I will leave the house, and the three of you can have 
sex together."

"But you won't actually leave, is that it?"

"Sort of."

Huh? How can you sorta not leave?

"What do you want us to do? Are you going to spy on us? How would 
you?"

"We want to try something new. You know we got a laptop. We also 
got something else."

I still didn't know where she was going with this.

"We got a webcam too. You've seen the computer in the family 
room. It's the one we used to have in the bedroom. We've 
connected the webcam to that computer for now. We can watch 
everything you do in here from another computer."

"Whoa. You mean we'll be having sex with people watching us over 
the internet?"

"Just Bob and I."

"Where will you two be? And, where will we be?"

"You'll be in the family room. We'll be across the street at the 
Rayners."

"But they're not home."

"We have a key so we can check on their house while they're gone. 
We'll connect to the computer in the family room through the 
internet from their house. We'll be able to watch you guys."

"Couldn't someone else possibly see us though?"

"No one else will be able to connect with the way it's setup."

I wasn't sure I liked this idea. This seemed kinda dangerous.

"Don't worry. No one will know you were even on the webcam other 
than us."

I thought about it for a few moments before agreeing to do it.

"Okay, if you're sure."

"Go upstairs with Sarah and Jamie. When we come up to tell you 
we're leaving, I'll mention to Sarah that I rented a few movies 
yesterday that she hasn't seen yet, and that you guys can watch 
them before I have to take them back later tonight."

I took a deep breath, "Okay."

She hugged me and grabbed my butt, squeezing it.

"Maybe you should stay and put on a show with me," I teased her.

"Next time," she winked. "Oh, before I forget. When you get 
through, turn off the power strip that the computer is plugged 
into. We don't want Sarah and Jamie knowing the webcam is on if 
they try to use the computer before we get back."

I went upstairs to Sarah's room. They were listening to music 
when I walked in. They were also naked. So, I stripped off my 
clothes too.

I wanted to alert Sarah to what her parents had planned, but I 
didn't want Jamie to know yet. I had a sneaking suspicion he 
might be in on it with the Clarks. I was certain Sarah wouldn't 
mind me telling her later if I couldn't beforehand.

We talked for a bit about my date with Peter, although I wasn't 
crazy about saying much about it in front of Jamie. He was pretty 
cool though. He knew he still had some making up with me to do.

About a half hour later, Mrs. Clark showed up at the door and 
told us they were leaving for a few hours. She mentioned the 
rented movies to Sarah. I said I'd like to see them, which seemed 
to help convince her and Jamie to go downstairs.

We went down to the family room while the Clarks were leaving. 
Sarah had already put in one of the DVDs by then. I glanced over 
at the computer and spotted the webcam. It was strategically 
pointed in the direction of the couch, where we'd likely be while 
having sex. The monitor was turned off, but I could tell the 
computer was turned on.

I assumed the Clarks would drive down the street a little ways 
and walk back to the Rayners. I decided to wait about fifteen 
minutes before initiating something. However, after about ten 
minutes, Jamie was the one to get things started.

It only took us a few minutes to get tangled together. I tried to 
work us in positions that gave the best view for the webcam. I 
was acting the part of a porn actress, giving the camera the best 
view possible. I wondered if it was in my genes. It certainly 
wasn't the first time I'd performed for a camera. I had to be 
careful that it didn't look too deliberate though.

Jamie took turns fucking us both. At times, it got pretty intense 
between the three of us. They were just as horny as I was, and we 
all seemed to feed off of that. I even had Sarah and Jamie kneel 
and bend over so I could lick their butts, while making sure they 
were situated to give the best possible view for the Clarks.

We all took turns licking each other's asshole. I exaggerated 
sticking my tongue out while licking theirs ... for the benefit 
of the viewing audience. I wasn't sure if the Clarks could hear 
us, but I talked as nasty as ever in case they could. It seemed 
to get Jamie and Sarah even hornier too.

We finally stopped after about an hour, figuring we'd better get 
cleaned up before Sarah's parents got back.

Sarah and Jamie went upstairs. I told them I'd be up in a few 
minutes, under the guise that I was going to straighten up the 
family room.

After they left the room, I went over to the computer. I wanted 
to see how the Clarks were doing the webcam over the internet. 
While staying out of the webcam's view the best I could, I turned 
the monitor on.

The software they were using was displayed on the screen. It 
looked simple enough. There were options to do a number of 
functions. I made a mental note of the name of the program so I 
could look it up later.

Down on the taskbar, there were a number of minimized windows. I 
clicked on the furthest to the left, and a window opened 
displaying the Clark's family room. It was showing the view 
captured by the camera. I clicked on the next window. It was a 
chat box. I was stunned at what I saw, too.

There was a good bit of chatting going on. I recognized 
immediately what that meant as well. We'd had a larger audience 
than just the Clarks. The names of those chatting didn't reveal 
much though. The names were obviously made up nicknames to remain 
anonymous, but the nicknames were so stupid.

I opened the next window. It was a video feed of the Clarks over 
at the Rayners house. I recognized the Rayner's bedroom. The 
Clarks were naked, sitting in front of the camera on the Rayners 
bed. They must've had a laptop with a camera over there as well.

Their nickname was 'NudeAtHome'. Pulease! How original is that? I 
felt so embarrassed for them.

The other minimized windows were the ones that shocked me. There 
were two more windows with video feeds. One window had the 
Walcotts. They were naked as well. Mrs. Walcott was bent over on 
a bed getting fucked from behind by her husband. Their nickname 
was 'NaughtyTeachers'. Not too bad, but still somewhat dorky.

The last video feed was the one I was most stunned by. I was 
staring at my naked parents. Mom was giving Daddy a blowjob. They 
were down in Daddy's basement office. They must've gotten a 
webcam about the same time as the Clarks. I hadn't been down 
there to notice it though.

I glanced back at the chat window. Daddy and Mr. Clark were 
chatting with each other. They were commenting on what they were 
currently watching.

My parents’ nickname was 'CamCouple'. Seriously! How fucking lame 
is that! I felt so embarrassed. I was ashamed to call them my 
parents. I was totally ready to disown them. 'CamCouple' starring 
'Cara Cream'. Gawd!

I thought about scrolling through the chat to see what they all 
had said during 'the show', but then I heard Jamie and Sarah 
coming down the stairs. I knew I had to turn the power strip off 
before either of them came into the room. I was going to tell 
Sarah about it when I had a chance, but I didn't want Jamie to 
know what I'd found, at least not yet. I certainly didn't want 
either of them to know about the nicknames our parents had used.

Sarah was at the door to the family room, "You better go get 
cleaned up. My parents could be home anytime."

I knew they were a little too busy to be home for a while, but I 
went on upstairs to wash up.

After cleaning up, we all ended up back in the family room 
watching the movies. The Clarks came in about an hour later. Mrs. 
Clark glanced over at the power strip, and then winked at me. I 
so wanted to berate Mrs. 'NudeAtHome'. Why hadn't she asked me to 
come up with a great nickname for them?


******


We spent much of the rest of the afternoon and evening watching 
the movies Mrs. Clark had rented. Sarah and Jamie sat together on 
the floor most of the time. I took refuge in one of the big 
chairs. The Clarks sat on the couch together whenever they both 
were in the room with us.

Sarah and Jamie were engrossed in the movie. I was busy wondering 
if I should confront Mrs. Clark about what I'd discovered. I 
couldn't be certain that the others had access to the video feed 
from the Clark's webcam. Mrs. Clark could even claim it was only 
her and her husband who could see us. They all had likely seen us 
having sex though.

Between movies, I was able to pull Sarah aside alone for a few 
moments. I quickly told her that I had something important she 
needed to know about our parents and what we did earlier in the 
afternoon. I briefly mentioned we'd been spied on by them with 
their webcam, but couldn't go into all the details right then.

I quickly explained that I wanted to tell her earlier, but didn't 
want Jamie to know anything yet. She hugged me for letting her 
know at least that much, and said she understood why I couldn't 
tell her before. We agreed to talk about it in detail later.

We ate supper together with Sarah's parents before watching the 
last movie. I was enjoying myself, but wished Sarah and I had 
more time alone to talk. It didn't look like that would happen 
until later. When later came, Jamie ended up spending the night. 
They slept in one of Sarah's double beds, while I was in the 
other. I'd have to wait to talk to Sarah until the next day.

I couldn't sleep though with Jamie and Sarah making little noises 
while they were cuddling in the dark. They finally did go to 
sleep though, but I was still too wound up from my earlier 
discovery. I was also kind of horny from listening to my brother 
and my best friend. After about fifteen minutes, I got up to go 
downstairs to get something to drink.

While downstairs, I looked into the dark family room and briefly 
debated turning the computer on to see what I could find on it. I 
knew that was just too risky though. So, I went back upstairs and 
stopped by the bathroom.

While sitting on the toilet, Mrs. Clark knocked and came inside.

"Sorry to intrude. I wanted to clean up just a bit."

She had cum drying on her chest.

"Your husband had an accident?" I grinned, teasing her.

"Accident, my ass. His aim was perfect," she chuckled.

"Like yesterday with me?"

She looked confused for a moment and then realized I was 
referring to the blindfold game. Or maybe it was now the hood 
game.

"I'll never tell," she said grinning, while taking a washcloth to 
clean the mess off her chest.

She was teasing me now. I decided to go on the offensive.

"Well, it was your husband, Mr. Walcott, or ..." I paused for 
effect, "... my daddy."

She looked at me closely for a moment. I got the impression she 
was trying to determine if I actually knew my father was there, 
or if I was just fishing for info. She didn't say anything for a 
few moments. She just looked back at herself in the mirror as she 
wiped her breasts off more.

"It could've been Bradley," she finally stated.

She'd thrown that out there for me to consider. I wasn't buying 
it. What were the odds of him shaving his pubes? I didn't push 
the issue further though. I knew Mrs. Thomas would tell me the 
truth.

After she'd cleaned up, and I'd washed my hands, she had me go 
back downstairs with her.

"Bob needs to get his sleep. He's got a very early morning 
tomorrow. I think we need to talk a little though."

She led me into the kitchen and got us both something to drink. 
We then sat together at their kitchen table. She looked at me 
closely, waiting for me to say something. This was her party 
though. She was obviously the one who needed to talk. I waited 
her out.

"How would you feel if it was your father? And I'm not saying it 
was."

Wow. I wasn't expecting that! Maybe she knew they'd blown it by 
letting me touch him.

"I don't know. It would be incredibly weird."

"You do know that part of that game is deception."

"I know."

"It's what makes it so exciting. You never know for certain what 
is going, or who is really there. Many times the intent is to 
make you think it's someone else."

"So, you guys were just trying to make me think it was Daddy?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Not knowing, even now, is what adds so much 
spice to that game."

She was right. The whole idea of what may have happened was 
intriguing. But I knew she was trying to talk me into thinking it 
wasn't Daddy. I still wasn't buying it. I decided to turn this 
discussion back at her.

"Can I ask you something?"

She nodded.

“Have you shown any of the videos and pictures of me to my 
parents?"

She scrunched her lips. I'm sure she was wondering what brought 
that question on.

I pushed further, "I think I have a right to know. I really like 
hanging out with you and all, but you’re hiding stuff from me ... 
and I don’t think I like it anymore. I don’t know if I’m getting 
myself into some kind of trouble that my parents will nail me 
with later.”

“Your mom and I are best friends, Melissa. I would never do 
anything that would cause problems between you and your parents. 
I know you suspect some things ...”

I forcefully interrupted, “I’m not stupid to think my parents 
don’t know what’s going on. I know you’re telling Mom some 
things. Actually, I think you’re telling Mom everything, and even 
showing her the pictures and stuff.”

I waited for Mrs. Clark to react to what I'd said, but her 
expression remained the same. She probably assumed I was still 
just guessing about things between her and Mom. She had no way to 
know I’d seen the webcam windows earlier. All she knew for sure 
was that I'd seen the pictures on Daddy’s computer that one time, 
which didn’t include me, my parents, or the Clarks.

“Honey, your parents know that you’re having sex. It’s why they 
decided to let you go on the pill. If you know anything about 
your parents, they’re very open-minded when it comes to sex. They 
trust me and Bob when it comes to you. You don’t need to worry 
about getting into trouble with them.”

“There’s something I want to know. How can they let me ... umm 
...”

“How can they let you have sex with me and Bob?”

“Yeah. I mean, I would think most parents would totally freak out 
about something like that, even open-minded people. I’m not even 
old enough to get a license, and I’m having sex with my parents’ 
adult friends.”

“I understand why all this must be hard for you to understand. It 
involves the secret your mother and I share. But I think she 
should be the one to tell you, when she’s ready. Until then, I 
hope you’ll just trust that I won't get you into trouble.”

“You said that before! But Mom never talks with me about ... any 
of this!" I almost yelled at her, showing my frustration. "It’s 
like we’re both pretending with each other that nothing is 
happening. Unless something changes, she’ll never tell me 
anything.”

“Your mother is afraid of what you’ll think of her when you know 
everything.”

“I won’t think anything bad of her, unless she’s killed someone 
or something.”

Mrs. Clark laughed, “It’s nothing nearly that serious, but it is 
sensitive enough that it could hurt her, your family ... and 
others ... in more ways than one. Including you. It’s got to be 
up to your mom to tell you. Not me.”

"So, the secret you two share can hurt ME?! And I don't get to 
know what it is that can hurt me?!"

Mrs. Clark watched me as I sighed deeply and growled in 
frustration. She was showing her frustration too. I wasn't 
backing down, and she wasn't giving in.

"We better get back upstairs before someone wonders where we 
are."

I didn't say anything else as I got out of the chair and we left 
the kitchen. There was no point in it. I was angry, and Mrs. 
Clark knew it. If she was upset with me, she didn't show it.

We walked back upstairs together in silence. It was obvious she 
was never going to tell me anything. Mom wasn't likely to tell me 
anything either. Everything I knew was because I'd accidentally 
discovered it. It was going to take a few more accidents to find 
out anything else. It's a good thing that I'm so accident prone.


******


I woke up early the next morning. It was a typical blah Monday. 
Sarah and Jamie were still sacked out. I didn't think they'd get 
up anytime soon. I couldn't fall back asleep with everything on 
my mind. So, I got dressed and went downstairs.

Mr. Clark had already left. Mrs. Clark did a bunch of chores 
while I sat around watching TV for a few hours. Having finally 
calmed down from the previous night, I decided to offer to help. 
She smiled when I did. She had me help her with the laundry.

Helping her fold clothes gave us an opportunity to talk some 
more. However, I stayed away from trying to interrogate her like 
I had the previous night. Putting myself in her position with 
what I did know, I understood why she wouldn't answer those 
questions. If I were her, I likely would've reacted the same way.

Thinking back on the previous night, she could've easily gotten 
mad at me for the way I was questioning her. I liked her. A lot. 
She'd exposed me to so much. I was glad she had, and I didn't 
want to ruin the friendship we'd made over the past year.

I pensively stated, "I'm sorry about last night."

"What do you mean, sweetie."

"The way I talked to you. It was wrong."

"I was thirteen once. It's tough. You're not a little kid, but 
you're not an adult either."

She put her hand on mine, "I'm sorry if I got you into something 
you're not comfortable with now."

"It's not that I'm not comfortable ..."

"You don't like knowing others have secrets that probably include 
or affect you?"

I nodded.

"Your mom is talking to you more, isn't she?"

"Yeah. We even did our own naughty thing," I said, smiling 
slightly.

"What was that?" she anxiously asked.

"I arranged it so that she could spy on me and Peter in my 
bedroom," I timidly said, not able to look at her.

"She knew you arranged it?" she asked, surprised at my admission.

"I told her she could peek in at us," I proudly said, looking up 
at her with a sly smile. "Actually, I asked her if she wanted me 
to leave my bedroom door open a little so she could watch. She 
said she did."

I was biting my bottom lip off while grinning.

"And did she?"

I nodded.

"While you and Peter ..."

"While we fucked," I blushed.

"Melissa! That is ... How would you say it? Too cool?"

"Exactly." I beamed.

She smiled and shook her head in amazement before putting an arm 
around me and hugging me.

"And you told me that you two weren't talking."

I shrugged and looked down shyly while I kept grinning.

"I think you'll get the answers you want soon enough, hon," she 
said.

I looked up at her hopefully.

She put her hands on my shoulders, turning me gently toward her, 
"And about last night. Friends sometimes can be snippy with each 
other. It's part of being friends. So don't worry about it. I'm 
not."

"You're the bees’ knees, Mrs. Clark," I said to her, causing her 
to grin.

"You've been hanging out a lot with Doris."

"That's MY secret," I teased.

"Touché!" she exclaimed.

What the hell does 'touché' mean? Gawd! Adults can be so fucking 
annoying with their adult talk.


******


Early that afternoon, I went home by myself. This time I wasn't 
sneaking home. It didn't appear that anyone was there when I 
arrived either. After calling out for my parents without an 
answer, I knew I had some time to explore again.

The first place I knew I needed to look was in Daddy's office in 
the basement.

I found the webcam as soon as I got down there. The computer was 
in sleep mode, so I just wiggled the mouse to get it to turn back 
on. I was able to find the webcam software without much trouble. 
I pointed the camera toward the wall and loaded it up, just to 
see how it worked. It didn't look too hard to operate.

I figured out how to connect to multiple users at the same time. 
It was rather simple. The other users had to be online to do it 
though. The Clarks, Walcotts and my parents had to have known 
when to be online to make the connection. The Clarks had to make 
the connections before they left their house. They had to know 
each other's user names too.

I wasn't surprised that the Clarks and my parents were watching 
us. What surprised me though was that my parents had let the 
Walcotts also join in on watching their kids have sex together. 
But then again, my parents were likely the ones present during 
the blindfold game. All of the adults were thick as thieves. 
Thankfully, Mrs. Thomas was willing to spill the beans. I 
wondered if it was because she had no kids involved.

I shut down the software and put the computer back in sleep mode. 
I knew there was little point searching for any files. Daddy kept 
those locked away on discs. I'm sure they were more careful now 
too.

The next place I decided to explore was my parents’ bedroom. If I 
was lucky, they'd have left the last disc they'd been watching in 
the player.

I was walking up the stairs when I heard noise at the front door. 
I could hear my mom's voice, but there was someone else with her. 
When the door opened, I saw Mrs. Thomas.

"Hi, Mom. Mrs. Thomas."

"Hi, Melissa," Mrs. Thomas replied.

"When did you get home?" Mom asked me.

"Not long ago. Sarah and Jamie were too wrapped up in 
themselves." I quickly added, "Mrs. Clark knows I came home."

Mrs. Thomas almost laughed, but held it to a smile. Mom didn't 
seem to notice what was going on between Mrs. Thomas and me.

"I'm going up to my room."

Mom said, "We'll be leaving in a little while. Did you get 
something to eat?"

"I'm fine, Mom. I'm just going to crash for a while."

"Late night, huh?" Mrs. Thomas smiled, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, running up the steps before I started 
laughing.

I did, in fact, crash on my bed. I didn't even bother getting 
naked. I just laid there listening to the few noises Mrs. Thomas 
and Mom were making downstairs. It wasn't long before that they 
were coming up the stairs too. I kept listening, figuring they 
were headed to Mom's bedroom. It only took a few moments before I 
heard Mom's bedroom door closing behind them.

There was little doubt what they were up to. I gave them a few 
minutes to turn the TV on and put in whatever video they were 
planning to watch. In my mind, I could see them getting naked so 
that they could have some fun together.

As I lay on my bed, jealousy reared its ugly head in me. I was 
jealous of Mom for getting to play with Mrs. Thomas. It didn't 
stop there though. I was just as jealous of Mrs. Thomas. I envied 
what they'd shared together ever since college. Their experiences 
had forever bonded them. Their time as porn actresses gave them 
something in common that I'd never have with either of them. At 
some point, maybe Sarah and I would feel that same kind of bond 
in our own way.

The temptation to spy on them finally overwhelmed me. Sneaking 
out into the hallway, I ended up outside Mom's bedroom door. I 
doubted I'd be able to make out what they were watching or doing, 
but being at the door allowed me to feel closer to them in a way.

The occasional moan did make its way to my ears, but it was 
impossible to tell if it was from the TV or them. My hand did 
find its way down the front of my shorts and panties to play with 
myself. The images from the porn videos that showed my mom and 
Mrs. Thomas having sex together flooded my imagination as I 
rubbed my clit. Cara Cream and Missy Swank were back together for 
yet another encore!

“Look at the time! We’ve got to go now or we’re going to be 
late."

Mrs. Thomas said that rather loudly. I wanted to believe she said 
that as loud as she did to warn me too, knowing I was likely at 
the door listening. I dashed down the hall to my room, leaving my 
door open. Mom's bedroom door opened not long after that.

Flouncing on my bed, I tried to quickly slow my breathing. I 
figured Mom would check up on me if she was leaving. I didn't 
want to appear to be out of breath. Mom wasn't stupid. She'd 
figure out quickly what was going on just by looking at me. Mom 
suddenly appeared at my door, "We're leaving in a minute to go to 
the church to help out with the food pantry. I'll be back in a 
few hours."

And just as quickly, Mom left the doorway. Then Mrs. Thomas 
popped her head in.

"Check out your parents' new DVD," she hinted while smiling, 
before quickly leaving as well.

I sat up in my bed, excited about what she'd said. Mrs. Thomas 
was so fucking cool! I listened closely for the sound of them 
going down the stairs.

Before they went down, I heard Mom say, “Wait. We need to put 
that away.”

Mrs. Thomas said, “We’ve got to go now. It’ll be okay until you 
get back.”

They then hurried downstairs to leave.

Quickly, I jumped off the bed and went to the top of the stairs. 
The front door closed as I stood there listening. The coast was 
clear.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into my parents' bedroom. Mrs. 
Thomas obviously left a DVD where I could see it. On top of the 
DVD player was a case for a new porn DVD. I hadn't seen it 
before, but I hadn't seen all that my parents had anyway.

The cover looked pretty wild, but I was hoping for something 
different ... more homemade. I decided to watch it anyways. I 
opened the tray on the player and found a disc already inside it. 
I smiled realizing this was the one Mrs. Thomas wanted me to 
watch.

The disc had May of this year written on it. I turned the TV on 
and pushed the disc back into the player. Grabbing the remote, I 
selected the first scene from the menu and sat back on my 
parents’ bed.

The video started out with Mom in a threesome with Mr. Clark and 
Mr. Rayner. God, she was good at giving blowjobs. She had her 
nose pressing into his lower abdomen. She had everything but his 
balls in her mouth.

After watching for a few minutes, it quickly became apparent that 
it was a video of my parents having an orgy with the Clarks and 
Rayners. I skipped through parts of it that seem to get 
monotonous, watching some of the hotter scenes. I noted Daddy's 
reaction to Mrs. Clark sucking his cock. It was much like the 
reaction he had when it was me.

The third video was the jackpot. It was a video with Mrs. Clark 
and Jamie. The video was taken in the Clark's bedroom. I was 
beginning to see it more as a studio instead of a bedroom. The 
camera had to be on the dresser because of the angle. I wondered 
if Jamie was aware he was being recorded on video. Obviously my 
parents were aware that Jamie and Mrs. Clark were having sex.

I turned up the volume. Mrs. Clark was talking to Jamie while she 
was lying between his legs, licking the underside of his cock. 
She asked him if he was ready for the surprise she'd promised. He 
very anxiously said he was. God, he can be such a horn dog.

Mrs. Clark got up and put the blindfold on him, making him 
promise not to take it off. Jamie had told me about this! 
Apparently she wasn't going to restrain him like they did me. I 
felt insulted. Was I that untrustworthy when it came to not 
yanking off my blindfold? Probably, but I was still a bit miffed.

Mrs. Clark left the room before returning with Mrs. Rayner. Mrs. 
Clark told Jamie that her friend was in the room now, and was 
ready to play.

The video showed Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Clark getting on the bed 
with him. Someone picked up the camera, which I figured was 
probably Mr. Clark. Mrs. Clark teased Jamie, telling him that her 
friend was ready to try out his hard cock.

Mrs. Rayner moved between his legs and started licking his shaft 
as it bobbed around, pointing up at the ceiling. Mrs. Clark made 
comments to Jamie about her friend liking his dick, teasing him 
by asking him to tell her friend to do stuff to it. Mrs. Rayner 
spent a lot of time licking, and then sucking Jamie. He finally 
came in her mouth, and Mrs. Rayner showed it off to the camera.

Mrs. Clark then joined her in playing with and sucking his 
wilting cock. It didn’t take long before he had another stiff 
erection. From experience, I knew my brother was good at 
recovering quickly. He does have some redeeming qualities.

Then Mrs. Clark told Mrs. Rayner to lie down. She helped to 
situate Jamie so he had his head at Mrs. Rayner’s pussy. Jamie 
got into the spirit of things and reached out to play with her 
tits while licking her. After he'd brought Mrs. Rayner to an 
orgasm, Jamie took the initiative to move so that his dick was 
lined up with her pussy so he could fuck her. 'That's my Jamie!' 
I laughed to myself.

The camera angle changed to focus on them from behind as Jamie’s 
cock pushed inside. Mrs. Rayner closed her eyes and moaned as his 
dick bottomed out. He then began fucking her much like he fucks 
me. The camera zoomed in to get a great close-up of his cock 
moving in and out of her very wet pussy. The camera captured the 
wet sounds of their fucking too.

Mrs. Clark then had Jamie fuck Mrs. Rayner doggie style. After he 
began pumping her pussy again, Mrs. Clark came close to the 
camera and seemed to take it from the person who had it. The 
camera was taken to the head of the bed and pointed so that the 
angle showed Mrs. Rayner’s face and a blindfolded Jamie still 
fucking her from behind.

After a few moments, another nude woman entered the image. The 
camera only captured a part of her body because of the angle. It 
was hard to make out her features from the limited glimpses. The 
woman climbed on the bed so that her pussy would be where Mrs. 
Rayner could go down on her while Jamie continued to fuck her 
doggie style. The camera moved back somewhat to capture more of 
the scene.

I couldn't see the woman's face, but I saw enough of her.

"Mom!" I said out loud, covering my mouth with my hand. I'd seen 
her in the nude enough to recognize her without seeing her face.

The camera pulled back until the woman was completely visible. 
I'd been right. Mom was actually there in the same room with 
Jamie having sex!

Mrs. Rayner leaned down and began licking Mom's pussy, while Mom 
stared at her son fucking her friend.

Mrs. Clark moved close to Mom's face. She pretended to be the 
woman on the bed while saying, "Ummm yes. Fuck my friend while 
she licks me.”

Mrs. Clark wanted Jamie to believe it was just her and Mrs. 
Rayner with him.

After about ten minutes, Jamie grunted and strained into Mrs. 
Rayner as he dumped his load in her. Mom had already come while 
getting her pussy licked. They then all separated, with Mom 
moving off the bed.

The camera was put back on the dresser, and Mrs. Clark sat on the 
bed in front of Jamie. She started cleaning off his cock with her 
mouth. Mom apparently had left the room.

Mrs. Clark took his blindfold off. Mrs. Rayner sat down on the 
bed beside him as well. Mrs. Clark asked how he liked her friend, 
indicating Mrs. Rayner. He replied that she gave a great blowjob 
and had a tight pussy. Mrs. Clark then gave him a very passionate 
kiss before Mrs. Rayner did the same.

Mrs. Clark asked if he would like to do this again sometime, and 
he said yes. Mrs. Rayner was already trying to get him hard 
again, stroking his still slippery cock. Mrs. Clark then asked 
Jamie to come take a shower with her and Mrs. Rayner. Not long 
after, the video ended.

Based on what I'd just seen, I was certain Mom had been in the 
bedroom with me on Saturday, as well as Daddy. Mom had played the 
game with Jamie just a few months earlier. It probably wasn't the 
first time either. Why wouldn't she do the same with me as well? 
Even without the hard evidence from Saturday, I was totally 
convinced beyond a doubt.

I was also convinced Mrs. Thomas was my best friend in the whole 
world.


(continued in chapter 24)

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