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Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 17)
Part: Chapter 17
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Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the 
help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother.
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Melissa’s Secrets
by Pookie

Chapter 17

We must've played for hours.  I'd completely lost track of time.  
At some point though, the adults seemed ready to move into their 
tents.  The sexual tension had been growing all evening among all 
of us.  The tents would provide the adults cover to relieve that 
tension.  

Looking at the boys, they were in desperate need of relief too.  
To be honest, I was ready for anything.  I was sure Pam, Penny, 
Kari and Julie were as well.

The adults made their way into their separate tents with their 
own spouse.  I was a little surprised at that, but maybe they 
still didn't want to give any impression that they were going to 
swap or have an orgy in front of us kids.  I wondered why they 
even bothered though.  It wasn't like we all didn't know what was 
going to happen the rest of the night.  Their need to put up some 
kind of facade seemed silly.

As for us, we all piled into one tent.  A few of the adults 
watched us all going into the same tent together, but they didn't 
object.  The boys all had hardons.  They weren't even trying to 
hide them.  The adults seemed to not care at all that they were 
joining us girls.  

It was after we were inside that I realized the windows on the 
tents were wide open.  With the darkness outside, it wouldn't be 
hard for someone to watch us without being noticed.  I suspected 
a few of the adults wouldn't be in their tents for very long.  
Spying on us seemed to be at least one of their favorite 
pastimes.

The tent was pretty large.  It was roomy enough for all eight of 
us to sit around in.  We were able to stretch out somewhat 
comfortably.

"So, what game do we want to play?  Kari suggestively asked.

Peter anxiously interrupted her, "Wait a minute, guys."  He 
started climbing over us to get out of the tent, "I'll be right 
back.  Don't start anything yet."

Mike asked him, "Are you going to take a piss with a hardon?  
That'll take more than a minute."

I had wondered when someone would start teasing him about 
constantly having an erection.

We all laughed.  He said, "Fucking funny.  Just don't start 
anything till I get back."

After maybe a minute or so, he came back into the tent, showing 
off an eighteen pack of bottled beer and some joints along with a 
lighter.

Penny said, "I have the coolest brother ever!  The beer is even 
cold too!"

"He's not so bad, I suppose," Pam joined in, patting his butt 
before he sat down next to her.

We passed around the beer and joints.  I'd never had either 
before.  Julie and I were doing our best not to cough and gasp 
when we took a drag from a joint.  We were hardly convincing 
though.  Everyone laughed at us too.  Pam didn't seem to have a 
problem with it.  I needed to talk more with that chica.  The 
others had either done this a lot, or were able to cover up their 
own inexperience pretty good.  

We talked about what had happened in some of the piles of bodies 
during the game.  More had obviously gone on than I'd seen.  
Quite often a cock had ended up in a girl or one of the moms’ 
faces.  

I mentioned seeing someone lick a cock, and immediately felt 
Penny pinching my arm hard.  I shut my mouth quickly.  I 
definitely didn't want her pissed off at me the rest of the 
night.

When a few bottles of beer were empty, Mike took one of them and 
spun it in front of us.  It pointed at me.

"I get to do what I want with you," he told me.

I cut my eyes around at everyone as they looked at me.

He added, "You've never played 'spin the bottle'?"

I hadn't, but I didn't want anyone to know.

"Who says you get to go first ... or make the rules."

"Okay, what are the rules then?" he asked, looking around at the 
others.

Kari jumped in, "I'll spin to see who goes first.  Then that 
person spins and gets to kiss any part of the person's body it 
points at."

Jamie excitedly said, "Girls making out.  Too cool."

Peter added, "What if its two guys?  I'm not kissing Mike or 
Jamie anywhere."

"Then you have to forfeit if you want to watch us girls kissing 
each other," Julie added.

"You tell 'em, Julie," Penny said.

Mike wanted to concede a stipulation, "How about it’s always a 
girl spinning first?"

I said, "No way you get out of it that easy.  I want to see some 
boy on boy action."

Kari exclaimed, "Hells yeah, Mel!"  Penny said, "I'm bringing 
Julie and Melissa with me to every party from now on."

Julie and I looked proudly at each other.  Other than Pam, we 
were the youngest of the girls.  It felt great getting approval 
from the older girls.  

Julie looked especially proud to be getting approval from her big 
sister.  It had always been hard for me to figure those two out.  
They never seemed to fight or argue.  Maybe they shared their own 
secrets?  There certainly were plenty to go around!

Jamie just muttered, "There's going to be a lot of forfeits in 
this game."

I looked at my brother, "Chicken shit."

He knew I was still mad at him.

Kari spun the bottle and Mike got to start the game.  He 
intentionally spun it less than a full turn so that it would 
point at a girl.

Pam said, "No way, babe.  It needs to spin completely around at 
least once."

Mike spun it again and it ended up pointing at me.  He came over 
and made a production out of getting on top of me, kissing me 
passionately, and feeling me up in the process.  I thought Pam 
would get upset, but she was cool about it.  Mike's cock had gone 
down while we had debated how to play the game, but it was rock 
hard while he was making out with me.  It was still that way when 
he sat back down next to Pam too.

"Now that's how you take a turn," Pam exclaimed, grabbing and 
squeezing his dick for a moment.

I spun the bottle with it pointing at Peter.  Oh well.  Peter had 
been humping my leg all day.  I figured I'd reward his 
persistence.  I got on top of him much the same way Mike had with 
me.  

We kissed deeply, while my hand played with his cock and balls.  
He pushed my hand away after a few moments though.  I suspected 
he was about to squirt all over the place.

We played the game like this for a while until most combinations 
had occurred.  The guys didn't have to forfeit their turns very 
often.  None of us girls forfeited a chance to make out with each 
other.  It sucked that the guys were so hung up about doing stuff 
with each other.

Penny then said, "Let’s do 'seven minutes in heaven'.  Whoever 
the two people are from now on will go to the other tent and do 
whatever they want together for seven minutes while the rest wait 
here."

I'd heard of that game.  It sounded like fun, but if the adults 
had been watching us like I suspected, they'd have to really hide 
to avoid being caught with us going back and forth between the 
two tents.

Kari added, "Seven minutes is a long time with just two people.  
Let’s make it three at a time instead."

Penny agreed, "That’s even better."

Mike again complained, "What if it's us three guys?"

I replied, "Then you guys get to suck each other or do a circle 
jerk or whatever ... or just sit and stare at each other for 
seven minutes while wondering what we're doing back over here."

"Mel is my favorite person in the world tonight," Kari said, 
winking at me.  I was hoping she and I would end up together as 
part of a threesome before the game was over.  I wasn't sure how 
long this would go on before we all just forgot about playing a 
game and started making out though.

Penny added the stipulation, "No one can leave this tent during 
the seven minutes except, of course, the three going to the other 
tent.  That way the guys won't have to forfeit thinking we chicks 
are spying on them!"

"Ha ha" the guys said in unison. 

Luckily for me, it was Kari who was part of my first seven 
minutes in heaven.  Unluckily for me, it was Jamie who was the 
third person.  This wasn't going to be fun for me.

As we entered the other tent together, I'd already decided I 
would limit what Jamie and I did.  Kari would have none of that 
though.

"Okay, I want to see some brother-sister action."

Jamie and I looked at each other.  He probably thought I might 
punch his balls if he got close enough to me.

"It's cool, guys.  Mike and I have been doing stuff together for 
years."

She obviously didn't understand the likely reason for his 
hesitation.

Jamie and I just stared at each other before Kari pulled me down 
onto my back.

"Fuck her, Jamie ... while I kiss her some."

Jamie moved below me and lifted my legs, spreading them open 
while scooting up between them.  I was soaking wet as he pushed 
into me.  Mad or not, he felt so damn good inside me.  Kari had 
been kissing me deeply when her attention switched to watching my 
brother pump his dick in and out of me.

"That is so fucking hot," she moved so her head was close to 
where we were joined.  She looked back at me and said, "I don't 
get a view like this when Mike is fucking me."

Her admission about fucking her brother allowed me to really 
loosen up and enjoy what was happening.  Kari moved so she was 
straddling my face while facing Jamie, her pussy pressing against 
my mouth.  I licked and sucked her clit as she slowly rutted 
against my mouth.  I wanted to make this older girl cum like 
crazy.  I felt proud when it took only a few minutes for that to 
happen too.  

When she moved off me, she leaned down and kissed me deeply.  She 
licked my lips as she broke the kiss, 

"Where have you been all my life," she complimented me.  

"You have one minute," came a cry from the other tent.

Jamie came inside me moments later.  Kari reached between my legs 
to play with my clit while Jamie's cock emptied inside my cunt.

"Times up!" 

Kari looked back at me and complained, "Fucking hell.  I didn't 
get a chance to lick you clean."

"I don't think there are any rules to stop us in the other tent," 
I replied, smiling at her.

"You are one perverted, girl.  I love it!" she said, smiling at 
me.

We repeated the game until everyone had a chance to be part of a 
threesome.  After a few turns, I got to go back over with Julie 
and Mike.  I wasn't really certain how Pam was going to feel 
about me fucking her boyfriend, but she didn't seem to act upset 
after she knew I would be part of the threesome.   

Mike fucking Julie was no big deal since she was his sister, but 
I was potential competition.  Pam wanted to be cool in front of 
the others though.  Still, I suspected it bothered her.  I knew 
we'd talk about it eventually too.  I'd make it up to her.

Speaking of boyfriends, I was certain Sarah wouldn't like Jamie 
fucking all of us without her even knowing about it.  But then, 
she was probably having her own fun at that very moment.  
Hopefully she wasn't having fun if she really was at her 
grandparents.  That would be just too weird.

When the three of us got into the tent, Mike and Julie seemed a 
little shy together at first.  I guess incest wasn't second 
nature for them when around others either.  I wondered just how 
long they'd been having sex together.  Given her age, I couldn't 
imagine they had been fucking for very long.

I took the initiative just like Kari had done with me and Jamie.

"I want to see some brother-sister action."

It felt good to be in a position of strength for once.  They 
looked a little lost as to what to do though.

"Julie, lick your brother's cock."

Mike replied, "Who put you in charge?"

"Let’s take a vote.  Who wants me to be in charge instead of 
Mike?"

Julie and I grinned at each other as we both raised our hands.

"I surrender!" Mike said with feigned exasperation.

I looked at Julie, "Smart brother you have there.  Smarter than 
mine."

"He's pretty cool ... for a dopey big brother."

I was glad someone had a cool big brother.  

"Let’s show him that surrendering does have its advantages, shall 
we?"

We both moved over to him.  I took his hard cock in my hand and 
waved it at his sister.  She took the cue and leaned down to 
begin sucking it.

There was a certain novelty about watching a sister sucking off 
her older brother.  I started fingering myself while watching.  
They had done this more than once, or Julie had gotten a lot of 
practice on someone else’s dick.  Pastor Thomas came to mind 
immediately.

Watching was fun, but I quickly decided to help Julie out.  We 
took turns sucking him while the other licked on the exposed 
shaft, occasionally licking his balls as well.

"3 minutes left!"

"Shit," I said, looking at Julie.  "Not enough time for both of 
us to fuck him."

"You go ahead.  We've already done it a few times at home," she 
said a little timidly.  

They'd obviously fucked before, but I got the impression she was 
still rather new to this 'fucking your brother' thing, just like 
I was.

Mike quickly got me onto my hands and knees so he could fuck me 
from behind.  I went down on Julie while he did.  

I'm sure she didn't get a lot out of it because of the way Mike 
was pounding into me.  It was hard to even keep my mouth between 
her legs, much less over her clit.  I'd have to arrange a makeup 
date for her sometime soon.  Maybe we could get to be better 
friends too.

"Times up, you guys!"

Mike wasn't close.  He'd already cum a few times.  He'd fucked me 
pretty good though.  At least I wouldn't be dripping any more 
than I already was.

Walking out of the tent, I saw the entrance to one of the adults’ 
tents moving.  I'd wondered if any of them had been spying on us.  
I was sure they still had a camera handy.  Then it dawned on me 
that they were getting notices of when we would leave the tent 
when we were told how much time was left.  It was Penny's idea 
that no one should leave the other tent during the seven minutes.  
In fact, she had mentioned it twice.  How convenient.

Most everyone got together at some point during the game with 
each other.  Peter didn't get to fuck me in heaven though.  He 
still hadn't fucked me.  I wasn't that upset about it.  I'd fuck 
Jamie or Mike over him every time.


******


After playing for a while, we were all starting to lose interest 
in the game.  We finally just stopped playing, and just talked 
while we finished up the beer we had left.  The weed was long 
gone.  The guys were about fucked out for the time being anyways.  

Peter was still staring at me a lot, but he seemed to be worn out 
for the time being.  The beer I'd had along with the weed had 
given me a good buzz.  His chances with me were probably better 
than ever.

I snuck out of the tent at one point, wondering if I could spy on 
the adults any.  I was mainly curious to find out who was 
sleeping with whom.  I was sorta hoping I might run into Mrs. 
Thomas outside alone too. 

If the adults had been spying on us, they'd apparently already 
called it a night.  Looking into the windows of the tents, it was 
hard to tell who was with whom because it was so dark.  When I 
discovered one of their three tents empty, I knew for certain 
there was some hanky panky going on.  I'd have loved to watch 
them having sex together, but they were already asleep.  

I went back to our tent and crashed close to Kari so I could 
listen to her and Penny talk.  I was pretty tired though and 
quickly went to sleep.  

Sometime later, I woke up from Peter moving on top of me.  His 
cock was hard against my leg.  I thought 'what the hell' and 
moved so he could more easily get between my legs.  He was 
nervous though.  

He leaned down and kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth.  I 
didn't want that from him.  I wasn't interested in making out 
with him like that.  I told him to fuck me.  He had other ideas 
though.  

He began kissing and sucking on my neck and ear.  It felt good, 
but I seriously only wanted him to fuck me and get it over with.  
He slowly moved his mouth lower to lick and suck on my breasts.  

He spent a lot of time teasing my nipples with his tongue before 
taking each into his mouth and sucking them nicely.  He pulled on 
them enough to make it feel really good.  I was beginning to like 
this, but it was Peter doing it.  I didn't want Peter doing this 
to me.  He was a dork.  

Peter licked and nibbled slowly down my body until he was lying 
between my legs.  He spread my legs open, and began doing the 
same along my inner thighs.  He wasn't bad at this.  Why the fuck 
did it have to be Peter though?  My pussy was throbbing for Peter 
Rayner.  Could this night get any weirder?

His mouth and tongue on my clit had me writhing.  When I started 
to cum, I grabbed his head and held him to me tightly, but then 
had to push him away because it got too intense.  He slipped two 
fingers inside me though and fucked me through my orgasm.  God 
damn him for making me feel so good!

He moved on top of me and slid his cock in me.  Lifting my legs 
over his shoulders, he began pounding hard into me.  My pussy was 
strangling his cock, but he kept right on fucking me without 
slowing down.  

I figured he'd cum fast, but he kept steadily plowing my pussy.  
He was trying to get me off again before he came.  This was going 
to continue forever if I didn't do something. 

I told him to let me get up so he could fuck me from behind.  I 
wanted him to slam me full with his dick, figuring I'd cum 
quicker that way.  He didn't disappoint me either.  Taking my 
hips with each hand, he pulled me to him each time he thrust deep 
inside me.  I grabbed a pillow to cover my mouth with.  I was 
beginning to moan too loudly.  

When my orgasm started, he finally let himself cum as well.  He 
was trying not to make too much noise, but he was still grunting 
rather loudly as his cock throbbed inside me.  He finally pulled 
out and slumped back, but he then started gently rubbing my ass 
and lower back.  

He wasn't treating me like just another fuck.  I wished that he 
would though.  I didn't want to encourage him into thinking he 
was scoring points with me.  I finally lay down on my back.  He 
then plopped down beside me.  

I didn't know how I felt about things.  Peter had done more than 
fuck me.  Considering how wasted we all were, he'd been very 
attentive to me.  He could've just gotten his rocks off and 
rolled over, but he didn't.

Peter scooted over closer to snuggle up against me, laying his 
arm across me, letting his hand rest on my breast.  He wasn't my 
choice to cuddle with, but I was too tired to complain.  In a 
way, I felt like he'd earned it. 

As I was drifting to sleep, I thought more about how slutty I'd 
been.  All three of the boys had scored with me, including my 
brother.  Two of their dads had fucked me as well.  I was a notch 
now for all of them.  So much for 'just camping out'.  So much 
for not wanting to be a slut.  If I slowed down anymore, I'd 
break the sound barrier.  At least one of them wanted to cuddle.  

I was sure he had a crush on me.  I had a crush on someone else 
though, but she was in another tent.  If I knew which one she was 
in, I'd sneak in and join her.

Then I remembered Jamie's cuddle buddy wasn't here.  Any chance 
of finding out who she was cuddling with was lost.  I was naked.  
My clothes were somewhere upstairs.  I couldn't ride my bike home 
like this, even though no one would likely see me in the middle 
of the night.  Even if I got home without the cops or a rapist 
catching me, the lights would likely be off anyways.  

With Peter using me as his teddy bear, it wasn't going to happen.


******


I woke up the next morning while everything was still quiet, and 
needed to pee badly.  It must've been pretty early because it was 
still rather dark outside.  I had to peel Peter off me, but he 
stayed sound asleep.  Everyone else was as well.  I would be too 
if I'd been blessed with a bigger bladder. 

I carefully stepped around everyone and got to the opening of the 
tent.  I peeked outside at the adults’ tents and they all still 
seemed to be asleep as well.  I darted across the lawn to the 
backdoor and went inside to the downstairs bathroom and took care 
of business.  

As I was washing my hands, I stared at myself again in the 
mirror.  My hair was messed up.  I still needed some sleep too, 
but I thought I'd otherwise survived the night.  

I stared at myself for a bit.  Mr. Walcott was right; I was 
attractive.  I decided I might be acting like a slut, but I 
didn't look like one.  I could compete for most any guy I wanted 
without being known as a girl that would put out.  I needed to 
set some boundaries for myself.  The previous night did little to 
accomplish that though.

I held my hand to my mouth to smell my breath and almost gagged.  
I didn't look like a slut, but I knew I would taste like one if 
anyone kissed me.  I found some toothpaste and used my finger to 
brush my teeth.  I then looked down at my pussy.  Uggh.  

I looked at the shower.  Moments later, I was under a hot spray 
of water.  I could've stood there for hours.

Then there was a knock at the door before it opened.  

"Mind if we join you?"

It was Mrs. Thomas.  Her husband was right behind her too.  What 
were they doing up so early?  I figured they would be passed out 
like everyone else.

The shower door opened, "We need to get cleaned up and get home.  
It's Sunday after all."

I'd not even thought about what day it was.  Days tended to blur 
for me as it got later into the summer.

"What time is it?"

"It's about 5:30.  We need to get home soon to get ready to be at 
the church by 8:00."

It's only 5:30?  Christ!  I never wakeup that early!

"I can get out ..."

"No need," Mrs. Thomas said.  "We'll fit.  We can wash each 
other."

I stood near the back of the shower while they got under the 
shower head together.  Mrs. Thomas began soaping up her husband's 
chest,

"There's another bar of soap, sweetie.  Help me get him clean 
before we run out of hot water."

She reached for the soap, and then handed it to me.  

"I'll take the high road, you take the low one," she said.

I started at his calves and feet and worked my way up to just 
below his crotch.  

"Don't stop now.  From the looks of things, you're doing a good 
job."

I wasn't sure if she was referring to his clean legs or his rock 
hard cock.

I started soaping up his dick when her hand joined mine, "Nothing 
like a morning hardon, Melissa."

I smiled in agreement, although I'd had very limited experience 
with that.

Mrs. Thomas used her soapy hand to wash her husband's ass, making 
a bit of a show out of rubbing between his cheeks, focusing on 
his asshole much of the time.  I thought she might have stuck a 
finger inside him the way he reacted.

The water began to cool down though, and we all got out of the 
shower stall quickly before the hot water completely ran out.  
Mrs. Thomas grabbed us each a large towel from the cabinet.  She 
looked really sexy standing their wet.  

Mrs. Thomas stepped behind her husband and began drying his back.  
She told me to dry him from the front.  His cock was sticking out 
just as hard as before.

When he was mostly dry, Pastor Thomas and I dried off his wife 
together.  He made a show out of feeling her up in front of me, 
massaging her breasts and her pussy, rutting against her butt 
from behind, letting his cock slide between her legs up against 
her pussy.  Somebody was going to get fucked before we left that 
bathroom.

They finally turned their attention to me.  I glanced into the 
mirror.  With my less developed body and wet hair, I looked like 
a wet rat compared to Mrs. Thomas.  They dried me quickly, with 
Mrs. Thomas focusing on drying my hair.  I figured she knew her 
husband would want the opportunity to touch me all over, which he 
did.  It felt exciting too. 

"Doesn't she have the cutest little body?" she asked her husband.

"She's perfect.  God couldn't make a sexier girl than this."

Me?  Sexy?  His wife was the poster girl for sexy.

He was touching the inside of my thighs, close to my mound.  Mrs. 
Thomas said to me, "Sit up here on the counter."

I jumped up on the edge and scooted back.  I didn't hesitate 
lifting my legs so my feet were on the counter too, with my legs 
wide open for the both of them.

Mrs. Thomas didn't hesitate either, "I wanted to do this 
yesterday.  I'm not letting this opportunity go by."

She squatted down and began kissing my inner thighs, working her 
way toward my very horny pussy.  I was going to let them do 
anything they wanted to me. 

Her mouth was finally were I wanted it.  Her tongue probed inside 
me a bit before she slid it up to my clit.  She sucked and 
nibbled at it gently, pulling on it with her lips.  I was close 
to cumming already.

"She is so pretty.  Isn't she, Bradley?"

He was speechless, almost like he was in a trance.  He was 
probably afraid to say anything in front of me.  Penny had told 
Pam about his potty mouth when she said she'd caught him fucking 
their mom.  He was stroking his cock though while watching us.

"Her pussy is just precious.  Look at how her lips open up so 
nicely."

His eyes were already fucking me, if that's possible.  Two of her 
fingers certainly were.

"I think she wants your big cock inside her, babe."

I think he already knew that, but she was encouraging him just 
the same.

"It's the holiest of holies, dear.  And it's so wet."

I loved this game of theirs!

She looked at me, "Do you want my husband to fuck your little 
pussy?"

I nodded, staring at his throbbing hard shaft.  The head of it 
was so damn sexy looking.  It was going to feel great inside of 
me.

"He's going to be preaching in just a few hours."

She saw me looking at her funny.

"He'll be standing in front of a congregation ... all of them 
sinners ... imploring them to resist temptations."

Holy shit!  

"He'll preach to them about raising their children right ... to 
do good deeds ... to do unto others ..."

Jesus Christ!  This woman was kinky as fuck!

She took his cock in her hand and guided him between my legs.

"He's going to do that later, Melissa. But first, his wife is 
going to aim his hard cock at your sweet little hole ..."

She placed the head of it right against my opening.

"... and let him do unto you."

I moaned as his dick speared deep inside me.  This was way beyond 
kinky.  I wondered if she said this to all the girls.  This was 
obviously a something they'd done before.  I didn't mind playing 
along though.  His cock filled and stretched me so good.

She stood so that her mouth was close to his ear. 

"Fuck her good, honey.  I want you to come inside her.  You don't 
want to spill any of your seed.  That would be a sin."

I seriously couldn't believe this!  This woman who seemed so 
demure and formal ... the epitome of what most would think of 
when it comes to a pastor's wife ... was being so freakin' nasty 
like this.  With me!

My moans were more like breathless whimpers. 

"That's it, honey.  Fuck sweet Melissa.  Fuck her little quim."

Quim?  That's a new one.  I almost giggled, but quickly decided I 
liked the sound of it.

He fucked me with long hard strokes.  His arms were cradling my 
legs, spreading them so that he could get as deep as possible 
inside me, his balls slapping against me.  I leaned back against 
the mirror as he thrust repeatedly inside me.  Looking down, I 
could see the lips of my pussy dragging along his wet veiny 
shaft.

"God, that looks so hot, Melissa.  You're making him feel so good 
too with that tight little cunt."

She looked up in her husband's face, "Is she squeezing you tight, 
babe?"

"God yes," he said, finding it hard to talk as he fucked into me 
faster.  I felt like I was riding on a very bumpy road or 
something.  He felt incredible inside me though.  He was so damn 
hard, and it filled me so good.

She leaned against the counter next to me so she could kiss me, 
her tongue played with mine as she looked down at where her 
husband was joined with my body.  The ridge of his cockhead was 
scrapping inside me so damn good.  The edges of it was appearing 
at times as he would almost withdraw completely, before slamming 
back inside.

Mrs. Thomas began pinching and pulling on one of my hard crinkled 
nipples.

"Do you like my husband's cock?"

"God yes!"

"He loves your little wet cunt.  He loves fucking you ... and 
other girls like you."

What?

"He fucks Julie too.  I know you figured that out though."

"Yeah," I said, my voice unsteady from the pounding I was 
getting.  

I asked, while rocking against Pastor Thomas, "Aren't you afraid 
her parents will find out?"

"They know, sweetie," he replied.

"They're okay with that?!" I asked, incredulously.

"Sure, hon.  They like watching ... just like I'm doing" 

Her husband was grunting louder now with each thrust.

"You just watch him fucking other girls?" I asked her.

"What do you think?" she asked, taking my nipple in her mouth, 
swirling her tongue around the tip as she sucked.

I looked down at the two of them using me.  "This is too wild," I 
said somewhat breathlessly to no one in particular.

Her eyes looked up to me.  Her mouth opened to form a playful 
smile.  With my nipple still touching her bottom lip, her grin 
was incredibly sinful.  

"Never thought your pastor would be fucking you ... and his wife 
would be kissing and touching you at the same time, did you?" she 
asked.

Her tongue flicked across my nipple again without taking her eyes 
from mine.  The only things coming out of my mouth were whimpers.

"We're no different than anyone else, baby.  Maybe kinkier, but 
there's nothing wrong with that."

"There's not?" I asked, looking at her incredulously.  They were 
supposed to be against this kind of thing!

"No one is being hurt or deceived.  Are you feeling either, 
Melissa."

"What?"

"Hurt or deceived."

"I feel full is all."

They both laughed a little, with his being ragged as he continued 
to focus on fucking my pussy with his cock.  God it felt so 
fucking big inside me!  She knew just what I was feeling too.

"He does a good job of that, doesn't he?"

"Uh huh," I breathlessly replied.  He was slamming more 
forcefully into me now.  He definitely doesn't spare the rod!  
Fuck, it felt so good! 

He was getting closer to his orgasm.  I was already having one.  
I'm sure my squeezing him even tighter was what set him off.

He exclaimed, almost shouting, "Sweet Jesus!"  He drew out the 
each syllable over a few seconds.  

He was a man possessed.  He wasn't filled with the Holy Ghost 
though, and it certainly wasn't what he was filling me with 
either.  I was going to be dripping cum for the next week!

"Your little teen pussy is so fucking tight!"

He grunted loudly with each spurt of his cock, slamming into me 
with each one.  I could feel it jerking inside me.  It sent me 
over the edge again as well.

"God yes!  Fuck me, Pastor Thomas!  Fuck your little teen girl!"  
I squealed, reaching out to grab his sides to force him to fuck 
me harder.

Saying 'Pastor Thomas' and 'God' just seemed to add to the 
kinkiness of it all.  I wondered how many porn movies were like 
this ... without the girl being underaged, of course.

He slammed hard inside me one more time and held still.  I 
squeezed him as tight as I could.  My pussy was throbbing like 
crazy.  His cock was still jerking.  We both were savoring the 
last moments of our shared orgasm.  

He finally withdrew from me.  Our juices covered his slowly 
wilting dick.  Mrs. Thomas grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned us 
both up as best she could.

"This will have to do for now, unless you want a cold shower."

Pastor Thomas joked, "It’s a little late for a cold shower."

We all laughed together.

He looked down at me.  He was out of whatever trance he'd seemed 
to have been in.  He now looked concerned about me.

"Are you okay, Melissa?"

"I'm fine, sir," I said, suddenly feeling a little self-
conscious.  I was half expecting him to scold me for sinning like 
I had.  I then felt silly for feeling like that.

"'Sir' is a bit too formal, considering what we just did, don't 
you think?"

"Yeah," I grinned.

The bathroom was always going to be our special place.


******


We left the bathroom together and headed toward the kitchen where 
we, surprisingly, found Mrs. Rayner making coffee and some 
waffles in the toaster.  At least Mrs. Rayner and I were 
surprised, but for different reasons.

Mrs. Rayner said, "Well, this is a surprise.  I expected Bradley 
and Doris to be up.  But Melissa?"

She had that knowing look.  I could only blush.

"She makes a great bath buddy," Pastor Thomas said, rubbing my 
still somewhat wet head.

"She makes a great buddy for most any time," Mrs. Rayner said 
very earnestly.

"You guys leave her alone," Mrs. Thomas said, wrapping an around 
my shoulders.  "She's my buddy."

"Oh yeah?" asked Mrs. Rayner, raising her eyebrow.

"Uh huh.  She's the bee's knees."

"Huh?" I said.

Mrs. Rayner laughed, "Doris, she knows nothing about bee's knees, 
but she sure knows a lot about the birds and the bees."

"It just means you're wonderful, sweetie," Mrs. Thomas told me, 
hugging me tighter.

"Cool, I guess."  

I really liked Mrs. Thomas.  But it was obvious there was a 
generation gap or two going on between us too.  I still had no 
clue what 'bee's knees' was referring to.  I liked the attention 
she was giving me though.  Even though I'd had little interaction 
with her outside of the past day, I felt closer to her than I'd 
felt to any of the other adults at that point, including Mrs. 
Clark.

The Thomas's must've realized that it was getting a little late 
for them.  They didn't even take time to sit down while eating.  
Mrs. Thomas dashed upstairs to grab their clothes from the day 
before.  They quickly dressed while downing their waffle and 
coffee.

They looked like they'd done this kind of quick exit before.  
When they were finished dressing, they started walking to the 
front of the house to head to their home to prepare for church.  
I tagged along behind them, hanging back in the hallway as they 
reached the door. 

As they were saying their goodbyes and stepping outside, Mrs. 
Thomas looked back at me.  I probably looked like I was losing my 
best friend.  I felt like it.  She stopped and came back toward 
me, took my hand, and pulled me further into the hall so we'd 
have some privacy.

"I'd really like to spend some more time with you real soon."

I knew she was probably referring to having sex.  I was sure she 
did.  Her husband got to do more with me than she had.  I hadn't 
even made her come yet.  I was feeling more and more like the new 
slut on the block.  It was time to pass me around to those who 
had only seen me in the many pictures and videos I was sure 
they'd all been sharing.  I began to feel a little let down.

She looked at me inquisitively for just a moment.

"It's not what you're thinking.  Well, not just what you're 
thinking," she admitted with an apologetic smile.  "I'd really 
like us to spend time together doing other things, even if it's 
only just talking.  Since you got here yesterday, you've looked 
like you could use a friend to talk with."

I shrugged, but smiled at her.  She took that as the positive 
signal that I meant it to be.

"I'm going to the mall tomorrow.  Can you come with me, and make 
a day of it?  No sex.  Just us girls hanging out."

At least she wanted to be with me outside of the bathroom for a 
change.

"Sure.  I'll have to make sure it's okay with my mom though."

"I'm sure it will be.  Let me know if she has any questions, or 
tell her to call me.  I'll probably come by around ten or so," 
she said, while reaching into her pocketbook to get a pen and 
piece of paper to write down her phone number.  "Call me anytime, 
Melissa ... even if it's just to talk about nothing."

She kissed my forehead and headed back to the door where Mrs. 
Rayner and her husband were waiting.  Looking at the piece of 
paper, I remembered I had no pockets to put it in.  It quickly 
reminded me just how odd it was to be standing naked in the 
Rayner's hallway, with other kids and adults out in the backyard 
just as naked as well ... as if it was the most normal thing in 
the world to do.


******


I walked with Mrs. Rayner back into the kitchen.

"Let me get you something to drink.  I'm sure you're starving 
too."

Definitely.

I sat down at the table while she poured me a glass of milk and 
put some more waffles in the toaster.

"Are you still mad at your brother?"

I just shrugged.  I didn't really want to talk about Jamie.

"You were mad at him, sweetie.  You throw pretty good punches 
too."

I smiled wryly, "He deserved it."

"You know he's two years older than you, hon.  He's always going 
to be doing things before you."

I stared down at the table and began brooding.  Being reminded 
that I was the baby of the family wasn't making me feel any 
better.  In fact, I was getting pissed off all over again.  How 
dare my parents include Jamie in something like that, and shove 
me off on my grandparents like I was the dog that needed to be 
watched while they had their fun.  I was tired of not knowing 
things.

"You're getting to do some of those things now that you're older.  
You'll get to do other things now too."

Some of those things?  I'm still getting left out ... until I get 
older?  Fuck that shit.  I'd had enough of being coddled.  I 
wanted answers.

I blurted out, "Is Sarah at my house?"

She looked very surprised at that question.  It took her a moment 
to come up with a response.

"Honey ... I believe she is staying at her grand..."

"Is she really?"  I interrupted.

My impertinence would've earned me a serious grounding if mom had 
heard me.  Mom liked those kinds of words when scolding me.  I 
wasn't hiding stuff like my parents and so-called friends were 
from me though.  I was too pissed off to care anymore.

"Jamie would probably be there if she was," she tried to reason, 
obviously not sure how to deal with my angry mood any longer.  
She knew what I suspected.  She wasn't going to tell me though.

"Why won't you just tell me?!"

I was being insolent.  I had her more than a little flustered 
now.  I was being impudent to.  Those are other words my mom 
liked to use with me when I was being snotty and argumentative 
with her.  My parents would whip my ass if they saw me talking to 
another adult this way.  I had never been this way with anyone, 
other than my parents.  And it was a very rare thing with them.  
It really caught Mrs. Rayner by surprise too.

"Melissa ..." she paused, lost for words.

I sighed deeply.  Mrs. Rayner could tell she wasn't doing 
anything but making me angrier by trying to reason with me.  

"Why all the freakin' secrets?!"

She came over beside me, put her arm around me, and said,

"It's tough being the baby of the family.  There are advantages 
to that though.  You'll find that out as you get older."

Reminding me that I was the 'baby' ... and that I was going to 
have to wait until I got older to find out something else wasn't 
helping to calm me down, at least not on the inside.  

Mrs. Rayner left my side and started talking about what they 
planned to do that morning.  I didn't hear any of it though.  I 
was mad as hell.  I think she knew it too, but she tried to talk 
around the tense atmosphere between us.  It wasn't working.  I 
sat there and fumed.

I looked at the piece of paper Mrs. Thomas had given me and got 
an idea.

I calmly said, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"It's okay, sweetie.  It happens."

Her answers were becoming short.  I'd rattled her.  She was 
probably pissed off at me too, but she didn't want to show it.  I 
needed to defuse things so I could do what I wanted to do.

"My mom is going to ground me for talking to you like that," I 
meekly said.

She came back over to me and hugged me again.

"This is between just the two of us.  Okay?"

Yeah right.  Nothing was ever just between the two of us.

"Okay," I coyly replied.

I finished eating and quickly drank all my milk.  I had a plan to 
carry out.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and put this with my clothes."

"Okay, but leave your clothes up there.  We're going to spend the 
morning naked outside before lunch.  We may have to shake the 
tents to get everyone up before long too.

It was about six-fifteen.  As late as we'd been up, no one else 
was likely to wake up for hours yet.  I certainly wasn't going 
back to sleep.  I had other plans.

"I'm gonna take another shower while I'm upstairs too.  I'll be 
down in a bit."

"Why do you need another shower, sweetie?"

"I got a bit messy after we got out of the shower earlier," 
feigning embarrassment.  I needed her to believe I needed a bath.  
Getting fucked after my shower was turning out to be perfect 
timing for what I had planned.

"How rude of Bradley.  Well, hurry up sweetie.  Don't use all the 
hot water again!"

"I'll try not to," I said in a more cheery voice.

I ran upstairs and found my clothes in Mrs. Rayner's bedroom from 
the day before.  I hurriedly got dressed, remembering to stuff 
the slip of paper in my shorts pocket.  I was going home.  I was 
tired of being the last to know.  I was tired of just plain not 
knowing what was going on.  Mrs. Rayner clearly had no intention 
of telling me anything else.  I knew what Mrs. Clark would say, 
even if she was at home to talk to.  Jamie was keeping stuff from 
me.  Waiting around on him wasn't going to get me the answers I 
wanted.

The only people I was going to get any real answers from were my 
parents.  Specifically, my mom.  I was going to force her to talk 
to me.  All the better if I found Sarah in bed with her and my 
daddy.  It would force my mom to talk to me.

I snuck out the front door and found my bike on the porch.  Thank 
god someone thought to put it where it couldn't easily be seen 
and stolen.  I rode home as fast as I could.  It was early and 
I'd snuck away, but I didn't care.  I was totally pissed off.  
The more I thought about everything, the angrier I got.  I was 
going to have it out with my mom.  If Sarah and my daddy were 
there too, I'd confront them all and find out what was really 
going on with my parents.

When I rode up into my yard, I noticed my parents' car was there.  
I threw my bike down in the middle of the front yard and went 
around back.  Sarah's bike was still there from the day before.  
She might've left it if her parents had taken her straight to her 
grandparents, but she'd more likely have ridden it back home 
first so she get some things to take with her.  There was still a 
good chance she was inside with my parents, probably in bed with 
them.  

The problem was that I didn't have my key to the house with me.  
Fucking shit!  It was six-thirty in the morning and I was locked 
out of my own house!  I hadn't planned to be gone overnight.  I 
hadn't brought my purse with me like I normally would've with my 
money, key and other personal stuff.  

How was I going to get inside without waking up my parents to get 
them to let me in?  They could sneak Sarah out the other door, or 
hide her.  They almost always slept in on Sundays, except for the 
occasions we went to church.  If Sarah spent the night, they 
wouldn't be going to church.  It could be hours before someone 
would be up and unlock a door. 

Then I remembered how Jamie one time snuck in and out of the 
house at night by using a ladder to get on and off the roof.  He 
would always set it up after sunset so our parents wouldn't 
notice.  Daddy found it like that one time and crawled all over 
him.  I figured I could get in through his window though.  He 
probably still left it unlocked for just such an occasion.  He 
always left the storm window up so he could easily get in and 
out.  I'd figure out how to get the screen off when I got up 
there.  

I went under the shed behind the house and found the ladder.  It 
was hard for me to handle alone without banging it around.  The 
fucking thing might as well have had cow bells attached to it.  I 
had to take it slow or I was going to wake up everyone.  I wanted 
to catch them in bed together, not have an audience of all my 
neighbors catching me breaking into my own house.

I was able to get the ladder up into the air and against the edge 
of the roof.  I started to second guess what I was doing after 
I'd climbed the first few rungs.  I was somewhat afraid of 
heights, but my anger was overruling my fear.  I was staring 
straight up though, afraid to look down, knowing I'd chicken out 
if I did. 

I was over almost at the top of the ladder when I heard a voice 
coming from below, towards the corner of the house.  She quietly 
but urgently exclaimed, 

"Melissa! Stop!"

What the hell?!  I was shocked.  At first, I'd expected it to be 
Mrs. Rayner.  She was the only one who could've known I'd be 
missing that fast.  If not her, maybe Mrs. Clark saw me leaving 
while watching from her house.  But, she was with her husband 
staying overnight with some friends.  Everyone else was passed 
out in the Rayner's backyard. 

When I looked down from the ladder, she'd already run over just 
below me.  It wasn't Mrs. Rayner though.  It wasn't Mrs. Clark 
either.

Her familiar voice frantically asked, 

"What do you think you're doing?!" 

She was trying to keep her voice down, but I knew she meant 
business.  I was in deep shit.  This was going to be bad.  I 
hated myself for even thinking of trying this now.

"Are you crazy?! Come down before you fall!" she quietly, but 
urgently demanded.  She obviously didn't want to wake the 
neighbors.

I slowly stepped back down the ladder, quickly remembering just 
why I was afraid of heights.

"Go slow!" she urged.  Following good advice is better late than 
never.  They should’ve put that on my headstone if I’d fell and 
broke my neck.  Not going slow is what got me here.

When I reached the ground, she grabbed my hand and pulled me over 
to the steps at the backdoor.  She sat down and pulled me down 
beside her.  I was in really deep shit.  

She was in a bathrobe.  Her hair was wet.  She'd obviously just 
gotten out of the shower.  Had Mrs. Rayner really figured out I 
was gone that fast?  Had she called her to let her know I was 
likely headed here?  Mrs. Rayner must've been expecting me to try 
something like this.

She turned to look at me.  I had no clue what to expect.  I'd 
been so angry.  Not anymore!  Now I was lost for words.  Now I 
was so unsure what was about to happen to me.

"Let’s talk."

She looked at me carefully.  She was trying to be calm and 
collected, but her body and eyes told a different story.  She'd 
always seemed so in control of herself.  I then realized she was 
scared just like me.  She was going to talk to me though.  I'd 
come here to find out what the hell was going on.  Maybe I 
finally was, but she wasn't happy with me at all.

I'd wanted to create a confrontation.  Now I wasn't so sure 
anymore.  I really wasn't prepared for this.  It was more than 
obvious that we both felt out of place.  I wasn't supposed to be 
here, but she didn't belong here either.  I wanted to ask her the 
question, but hesitated.  

What was Mrs. Thomas doing here?


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fferent story. She'd 
always seemed so in control of herself. I then realized she was 
scared just like me. She was going to talk to me though. I'd come 
here to find out what the hell was going on. Maybe I finally was, 
but she wasn't happy with me at all.

I'd wanted to create a confrontation. Now I wasn't so sure 
anymore. I really wasn't prepared for this. It was more than 
obvious that we both felt out of place. I wasn't supposed to be 
here, but she didn't belong here either. I wanted to ask her the 
question, but hesitated.

What was Mrs. Thomas doing here?


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