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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 22


I woke up late Saturday morning. I'd stayed awake for a while 
after Mom and I arrived home the previous night. I couldn't stop 
thinking about Peter. I began seriously wondering if I'd gone too 
fast with him. Did I have real feelings for him? I hadn't really 
wanted to be around him before the past week.

That all changed when I'd seen my friends' reaction. Was I now 
using him? He's a really cute guy. He’d always been sweet to me, 
even when I'd basically ignored him. He'd probably had a crush on 
me for some time. I didn't want to lead him on, but I was afraid 
that my motives weren't the right ones. I was totally mixed up. 
So much had changed so fast.

He called me early that afternoon like he said he would. We 
talked for over an hour. He was going to be at his grandparents 
with his whole family through Monday. I was missing him already, 
and I had mixed emotions for feeling that way.

I still hadn't mention Tammy inviting us to her party in a few 
weeks. I decided to wait until he got back to see how I was 
feeling about things. That would give me some time to do some 
real soul searching.

After getting off the phone with Peter, I called Sarah and told 
her about everything that happened. Sarah had a way of getting to 
the point with me, especially since we'd gotten all the secrets 
between us out of the way. She knew she could get away with it 
too.

"I'm not surprised," she confidently stated.

"Stop gloating, bitch."

"You're such a silly nilly."

"Silly? You're the one talking silly to me."

"You were being silly about Peter being younger than you, duh."

"So, sue me. Anyways, it was just a date."

"Mel, I know you better than anyone. If you don't have a major 
crush on him now, you're about to."

"I only started wanting to be around him when I knew my friends 
thought he was cool."

"Not from what you told me. You've been hanging out with him all 
week. You kissed him the first day he came over to see you. 
You've talked with him on the phone for hours. You had phone sex 
with him! Now tell me again how you didn't like him before your 
friends gave their stamp of approval."

"Maybe you're right"

"Hells yeah, I'm right,” she confidently stated. “Just because 
you were afraid of the reaction that others might have doesn't 
mean you weren't crushing on him at least at some level."

"Maybe, but you know the phone sex was Jamie's fault."

"Mel, you were being totally silly about him being younger than 
you. You know it too. And the phone sex would've happened if 
Jamie were there or not."

"Okay already. I'm a silly nilly,” I admitted. “But the phone sex 
was totally Jamie's doing."

"If I hadn't been so interested in Jamie lately, I'd have gone 
after Peter,” she said. “And I've never done phone sex with 
Jamie, so it had to be your idea. Boys aren't that smart."

"You wouldn't have gone after him."

"You're right. You know why?" Sarah asked.

"Because you wouldn't do that to me?"

"Exactamundo, because I also know he has liked you for some time 
now too."

Exactamundo? What the fuck?

"So, you're my best friend ... and you couldn't tell me that?” I 
asked her. “And is your dad watching a 'Happy Days' marathon 
again?"

"You'd have freaked out over it and started really avoiding him. 
You'd have never gone out with him. I did you a favor,” she 
explained. “And yes, Dad is. But it's better than his watching 
'Waterboy' over and over. He almost freaked out when he read on 
the web that Henry Winkler was dead. He was really upset until 
Mom told him it was just one of those internet gags."

It probably was best that Sarah hadn't said anything about Peter 
liking me before. I would've tried to avoid being around Peter. I 
was glad she was being brutally honest with me. It's what best 
friends should be able to do without getting all pissy about it. 
Well, not too pissy anyways. She made sense too. Also, she 
reminded me just how lucky I was that my parents hated Henry 
Winkler.

"Mel, speaking of dads ..."

I knew it would come up. She was still in awe of what I did with 
my father.

"Are you jealous that I’ve sucked off both your boyfriends?" I 
asked, smiling to myself.

"Your dad isn't my boyfriend. It's just that, I can't stop 
thinking about what you did ..."

"Neither can I. Do you think I'm a freak?"

"Yeah, you’re a freak,” she proclaimed. “But I've been jilling 
off while seeing you doing it in my head. So I'm a freak too."

"I haven't done that yet. I guess that makes you the bigger 
freak."

"Gawd, Mel. It's just that ... Gawd!"

"Pretty wicked, huh? Do you want to setup your dad sometime?"

"I don't know."

"Sarah, I sucked my daddy's cock. You were there. I did it right 
in front of you. I sucked his cum from your cooch. If you want to 
do the same thing with your dad, who am I to say anything?"

"I'd like to at least watch you and my Dad together," she 
admitted.

"Do you want to suck his cock?"

"Maybe."

"Are you wet like me?" I asked.

"Very."

"Take your panties off, little girl."

"They're off already."

"God, you're such a slut,” I teased her. “Have you been fingering 
your hot little hole the whole time we've been talking?"

"Not the whole time,” she said. “And I'm a nudist now too, 
remember? My panties are almost always off."

"At least you have that as an excuse now," I teased. "I bet 
you've been rubbing yourself since we started scheming how to get 
your cute little mouth around your dad's hot sexy cock, right?"

"Fuck yessss ..." she hissed.

"You know he likes looking at your pussy. He loves it when you 
sit unlady-like. He can see those cute little pussy lips of 
yours. He wants to lick them just like you want to lick him. Do 
you want that?"

"Yes! Damn you, Mel!"

"We could lick his big cock together. I could pretend to be your 
sister ... both of his little girls licking his hard shaft."

"Fuck!" she gasped.

"He wants to do that too, Sarah. Your dad wants to put his cock 
in your tight little pussy and fuck you silly. I bet he imagines 
I'm you every time he fucks me. I'm gonna get him to call me 
'Sarah' next time, too."

"Gawd, I'm close ..." she groaned.

I caught up with her quickly. My clit and fingers were good for 
that ... plus already being horny as fuck from remembering how 
I'd licked my own father's dick.

"Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for Dad while he fucks you with his 
big thick cock!" I urged her.

Her little orgasmic squeals were enough to get me off. I was 
louder than her. I wished I could be quieter when I came. I 
wondered if Mom heard me from downstairs. As good as things were 
getting between us, it certainly wouldn't be the best time for a 
mother-daughter sharing of experiences moment.

"Mel, that was a first for me."

"What?"

"Phone sex. You took my phone sex V card."

"If you hadn't been such a slut with the Walcotts, we could've 
given our lesbianic virginities to each other. You got mine, but 
you gave yours away like it was Halloween candy."

"I wish you had been my first."

"You're number one to me, sweet'ums."


******


I finally got the opportunity to see Mrs. Clark later that 
afternoon. The Rayners were already gone for the rest of the 
weekend. Jamie and Sarah were at my house. I had so much I wanted 
to tell her.

"Hello, stranger."

"I've got so much I want to talk to you about," I bluntly stated 
as I walked into the house.

She led me upstairs to her bedroom. The memories of the past year 
flooded back. She'd led me upstairs to that same bedroom the 
previous year after telling me that she'd seen me and Sarah when 
we'd first experimented together.

Sarah was the first person I'd ever kissed intimately. We'd 
kissed for the longest time that night. We ended up playing with 
each other’s tits before stripping down completely. Sarah had 
actually instigated a lot of what happened that night. Pam had 
been talking to her about Penny practice kissing with one of her 
friends. When I asked Sarah about where she had learned about 
masturbating, she told me she'd caught her mom doing it. I knew 
the real story now though, and so did Sarah.

It was the following week when Mrs. Clark led me upstairs and 
seduced me, showing me naked pictures of her friends. I'd always 
thought Mrs. Clark was so pretty. She had a great body, too. When 
she asked me to kiss her that first time, I was all hers.

When she let me suck her nipples that first time, I knew I would 
want to do it again. When she first licked my pussy, I was 
completely hooked. I played her games, and loved every minute of 
it. I was so hooked on her that I'd willingly agreed to seduce 
her daughter.

It was my first important secret. A year later, I wasn't sure I 
could keep up with all the secrets I had. Mrs. Clark had seduced 
me, but I'd been eager to be seduced. I'd then attempted seducing 
Sarah with her mom's approval. I was glad I'd finally told Sarah. 
Mrs. Clark didn't know that I had though.

And there I was, going up those same stairs yet again. What new 
secrets would I have when I left?

"Maggie told me about last weekend," she said.

"I figured someone might."

"I hate you found out about the nudist lifestyle the way you did. 
I'd mentioned to your parents several times that you were 
eventually going to discover it on your own."

"I wish they had told me years ago."

"But it sounded like you had a great time discovering it 
yourself."

"I guess you could say that," I blushed.

"You guess? Think about it,” she said. “What would've been more 
fun? Your parents telling you, or what happened last Saturday?"

"I fucked everyone that afternoon ... and night ... and the next 
morning."

She chuckled, "I heard you'd had a lot of fun."

"I fucked Mr. Walcott in the hot tub."

"I hadn't heard about that. Did you enjoy his cock?"

"Yeah. He's pretty good with it."

"That he is."

"Your husband is better."

"He would love to hear you say that. Men like those kinds of 
compliments."

"Men are easy. Boys especially."

"You're learning pretty quickly," she smiled knowingly. "I heard 
you even got to be with Bradley Thomas."

"That was totally wild. My church pastor fucked me!"

"Sinner," she teased.

"I thought he was going to give me a sermon while he did, but he 
could only moan. Mrs. Thomas might've had the most fun just 
watching us, but she also had fun touching me too."

"Doris is an ... interesting person."

"You say that like you don't like her," I told her.

"Oh, I do like her. We've had some great times. We met in college 
and spent a lot of time together."

"With Mom?”

"The three of us were inseparable much of the time."

I knew their summer breaks during college were a different thing 
entirely, but I didn't ask about that.

Mrs. Clark turned to look at me directly, "Doris had to go to 
your house Sunday morning to get you."

I didn't know what to say to her. She had to know why I'd sneaked 
out of the Rayner's house.

"I shouldn't have gone there,” I admitted. “I'd gotten angry 
about all the secrets being kept from me. My parents weren't 
telling me anything."

"And you wanted to see if Sarah was there?"

"I thought she might be."

"Did you find out what you wanted to know?"

I remembered what Mrs. Thomas said about pretending I didn't know 
Sarah was there.

"No," I lied, feigning frustration.

I thought I saw a hint of relief on Mrs. Clark's face. I was 
certain then that she wasn't ready for me to know that secret, a 
secret she obviously shared with my parents as well.

"You're still not going to tell me either, are you?"

"I still think your mom should be the one to tell you secrets she 
wants you to know involving her."

I sighed in mock frustration, for her benefit. Mrs. Thomas had 
already told me much of what I wanted to know about Sarah and 
Mom. Sarah could fill in more of the blanks. It was going to be 
up to Mom to tell me the rest. Mrs. Clark wasn't going to. I 
still liked her though. I couldn't blame her for not wanting to 
betray her longtime friend's trust. I hoped Sarah and I would be 
like Mom and Mrs. Clark when we were older.

Mrs. Clark then did her usual misdirection to get me away from 
asking about my mom's secrets.

"I guess it would be okay to show you some pictures and videos of 
the Walcotts and Thomases, if you want to see them?"

"That would be cool."

I'd already seen the Walcotts in pictures and videos my parents 
had, but she probably had a lot of stuff I hadn't seen.

As she was about to get off the bed, I said, "I've missed hanging 
out with you."

"Bob and I have missed you too ... and not just for the hot sex."

"I've missed that too," I coyly said.

"We'll have to make up for lost time then. Do you need to go home 
anytime soon?"

"I don't have to be anywhere. Mom knows I'm here."

"And Peter is at his grandparents," she grinned.

"How do you know about him?! A girl can't have any secrets around 
you guys!" I protested.

"How did last night go?"

"A whole lot better than I expected,” I said. “I was certain my 
friends were going to slam me about it. I'm surprised Becky 
didn't call me his babysitter."

"Just because he's younger?"

"Yep, but they thought he was cute. Becky was even flirting with 
him. Tammy said she was jealous that I'd hooked up with him 
before school started back."

"So, do you have feelings for him? Or is he just a friend?"

"I'd guess you'd say we're technically just fuck buddies right 
now," I said, and smiled. My brazenness surprised Mrs. Clark.

"Fuck buddies? After one date?"

"It's not like we just met!"

"I'm teasing,” she said, chuckling. “I remember an afternoon 
earlier this summer when you two were putting on quite a scene."

"Yeah, but he didn't know he was co-starring for a sex show that 
day," I said, and then wondered if that was actually the case. He 
might have known they were there. Like Mrs. Thomas said, the 
Rayners were a pretty kinky bunch.

"So, you're at least fuck buddies. The way you talk though, I 
think there is more to it."

"Maybe. I dunno,” I said. “It's just ... I've always just thought 
of him as Pam's little brother."

"He's not such a little boy anymore though, is he?"

"He does look more mature than his age, and he acts it too."

"So, maybe you're beginning to have feelings for him?"

"I don't know if it's really feelings ... or that I'm dating 
someone my friends would like to date."

"Melissa, don't lead him on."

"I haven't. Well, not too much,” I said. “We held hands most of 
the night. I was all over him too after my friends said what they 
did."

"That's quite a bit for a first date."

"We fucked at my house after the movie," I shyly added.

"Fucked, or made love?"

I scrunched my lips. She read my face accurately too.

"How do you feel about him today with him not around?"

"I can't stop thinking about him."

"Ah. And?"

"I wish he were here for me to hang out with."

"He has a crush on you, doesn't he?"

"Yeah. He's been really sweet to me lately."

"Honey, relationships can start any number of ways,” she 
explained. “Sometimes it's love at first sight, but many times it 
happens over time. Sometimes it just sneaks up on you with 
someone you'd never expected."

"I've always thought of him as a dork."

"But he's not a dork any longer?"

"I feel stupid for ever thinking that. I see him so differently 
now."

"Just go with it, sweetie. Enjoy the ride. It may or may not end, 
but don't worry about that."

"So, I shouldn't go slow with him?"

"You should go at the pace you feel comfortable with. Just don't 
run him over by accident."

We both giggled.

"I can't believe all this happened last Saturday."

"I heard something else about Saturday."

"Yeah?"

"You played our game with the Rayners."

"The blindfold game?"

"That's the one."

"It was my first time with Mrs. Thomas."

"She's fun to play games with. So is her husband," she winked. 
"Bob and I hate we weren't there."

"You haven't seen a video of it yet?" I teasingly asked.

"What makes you think there was a video taken?" she grinned, 
deviously.

I bit my bottom lip.

Amazingly, she admitted there was a video, "I haven't seen it 
yet. I need to get it from Maggie when she gets back."

"Will you let me watch it?"

"I may need to see it first before I decide. Part of the game is 
not ever knowing who was there."

How convenient, I thought. Based on that, there was no point in 
asking to see the previous ones I was in. I was dying to know who 
would show up in those though. Would Mom be in it? I'd have to 
find another way to figure it out. I was curious how she would 
respond to the question though.

"I guess I'll never get to see the videos of me from the times we 
played the game here, and who was in the room with me."

"You saw everyone when we took the blindfold off."

Technically, she wasn't lying. In the video with Penny, her mom 
had been in the room earlier. Of course, she wasn't there when 
they took her blindfold off. She was left to think it was my mom 
there the whole time. They likely had played me the same way.

I didn't complain though. Her answer was revealing enough. There 
was obviously someone in the room that she didn't want me to know 
about. I really liked Mrs. Clark. She had exposed me to a lot of 
things. But she was just as evasive as ever about things I wanted 
to know.

She then got off the bed and walked over to her dresser. It was 
then that I noticed the laptop.

"When did you get one of those?"

"Bob bought it about a month ago. It makes it a little easier to 
look at pictures and videos when Sarah is around. The computer 
that's now downstairs in the family room doesn't offer much 
privacy.

She went to her closet and looked for a short time for the disc 
she wanted.

"This one should be fun to look at again."

It only took her a few moments to find what she was looking for 
on the disc. She opened a folder and a group of pictures were 
displayed on the screen.

"These are from a few years ago, but they are pretty hot."

That they were. The Walcotts and Thomases were in the images 
along with the Clarks. The pictures appeared to have been taken 
in the Clark's house. Many of them in the bedroom we were sitting 
in. It was apparently a group sex session.

The women were getting double and triple teamed by the men. One 
of the pictures had Mrs. Thomas with a cock in every hole except 
her ears and nose. It reminded me of the image of my mom in the 
porn movie.

One image showed Mrs. Clark holding two cocks in her hands, 
taking the head of both in her mouth at the same time. I was a 
little surprised the men didn't mind their cocks touching like 
that.

Another image had Mrs. Walcott with her mouth open as Pastor 
Thomas and Mr. Clark were cumming at the same time into her open 
mouth. Their cocks were a few inches away from her, and their 
orgasms seemed to have been timed to occur simultaneously so that 
they could capture the image. The ropes of cum were impressive as 
they shot from the tips of their cocks into her mouth.

"That looks incredible."

"That one took a lot of patience to get,” she said. “Getting two 
guys to cum at the same time isn't too hard, but to get an image 
like that takes a little luck."

She then clicked on another folder. This one had videos. She 
picked one out and we watched it together. It was from the same 
night. For the most part, it just showed all of them in different 
combinations and positions.

They were all having a great time together. Mrs. Thomas got 
really wild. I found myself watching her more than the others. 
She loved sex. She loved sharing her body with everyone there. 
Her husband didn't mind at all. His wife was a total slut with 
their friends. I finally got to hear his potty mouth too.

"Bradley can get carried away."

Mrs. Clark knew I might be shocked at the things he was saying.

"No one seems to mind," I said.

"It's all good fun, sweetie. Sex isn't just physical. If done 
right, all the senses can come into play."

I nodded indicating I understood what she meant. I'd never 
thought too much about it. No wonder the phone sex I did with 
Peter and Sarah was so much fun. I bet I could make it even more 
fun the next time I did it too.

We watched several more of the videos. Most of them weren't but 
about five to ten minutes long. Watching them had both of us very 
horny too.

Mrs. Clark closed the laptop and put the disc away, then joined 
me on the bed again.

"Do you ever see any of the men without your husband?" I asked 
her.

"You mean as a date?"

"Well, yeah,” I said. “But not necessarily as a 'date' date. Do 
you ever like swap husbands for the night with another couple?"

"We've done that a few times in the past,” she admitted. “We feel 
that's treading a little too dangerously though. It's too easy 
for things to end up going beyond just being physical."

"That's what I was wondering. It seems like doing things with 
everyone together would be better."

"It takes a lot of trust in your partner to do any of what Bob 
and I do with others. But we're all human and can make mistakes."

Moments later, Mr. Clark appeared at the bedroom door.

"What a nice surprise!" he said, looking at the two of us.

"Hi, Mr. Clark," I sweetly smiled.

I really liked him. He'd been so good with me the times we'd had 
sex. He'd been my first. He would always be special to me for 
that, I suppose.

"It's always good to see you."

"Especially in your bedroom?" I teased.

"Well, yes. But not just here. I enjoy seeing you anytime. 
Sarah's not here though."

"I knew she wouldn't be," I coyly said.

He walked over and joined us on the bed. Mrs. Clark excused 
herself to go downstairs to make sure she hadn't left the stove 
on.

Mr. Clark and I talked a short time. Amazingly, he didn't act 
like he was trying to get me out of my clothes. I took the 
initiative.

"I thought you guys were experimenting with being nudists?"

"I guess we're bad at experimenting,” he said. “Afternoons aren't 
the best time to go nude around here though. You never know who 
will show up. Colleen and I figured we'd be getting in and out of 
clothes constantly with people dropping by."

"We can experiment now, if you want," I said.

"You're my kind of scientist," he complimented.

Men are so damn easy.

We both started taking off our clothes. Mrs. Clark came back to 
the bedroom, talking on the phone. She immediately raised her 
eyebrow at us.

"We're being good nudists," I whispered to her.

She quickly said her goodbyes and got off the phone.

"I like how you take the initiative, Melissa," she stated, taking 
off her own clothes.

I wondered if I reminded her of my mom, like I had with Mrs. 
Thomas.

It didn't take but a few moments for us to end up on the bed 
together. Mr. Clark was down between my legs while Mrs. Clark 
licked and sucked on my hard nipples. It didn't take much longer 
for me to have an orgasm either.

I moved so that I could suck Mr. Clark's cock. I took my time 
with it too, using my tongue to give it a good bath. His moans 
told me he appreciated what I was doing. I'd become quite 
proficient at cock sucking over the past number of months.

Mrs. Clark took her turn down at my pussy. It was still throbbing 
from the orgasm Mr. Clark had given me. I was ready for him to 
fuck me too.

Then the phone rang. Mrs. Clark moved away from me and grabbed 
it. I pulled away from Mr. Clark's dick to watch her more 
closely. She looked at the caller ID before answering, saying 
hello as she got up and began walking out of the bedroom. She 
apparently didn't want me to hear the conversation. I wondered if 
it was who she'd been talking with before. My mom maybe?

Mr. Clark bumped my mouth with his cock. It was throbbing and 
dripping pre-cum, along with being wet from my mouth. I couldn't 
resist making a show of licking it off the tip of the head. He 
moaned in appreciation too. I was determined to give him the best 
blowjob I could, but I was hoping I wouldn't drain him to the 
point he wouldn't be able to fuck me.

Mrs. Clark came back in the room after a few minutes and joined 
us on the bed again.

"You do that so well, Melissa. Bob obviously agrees."

I took my mouth off his cock long enough to say, "I've been 
practicing."

"So I've heard."

She watched for a few moments longer. She seemed to have 
something on her mind as she watched. She finally lay down so 
that her face was close to mine, and her husband's cock.

"Would you like to play our game again?"

Before I came over, I wondered if I'd end up playing their game 
again. I really wished I knew who she'd been talking to on the 
phone.

"I guess,” I said. “Is it just going to be us?"

"That wouldn't be any fun, would it?" she asked with a gleam in 
her eyes. "A friend is going to come over shortly."

"Just one friend?"

"Maybe two. Maybe more, but one for sure,” she teased. “Not 
knowing is what makes it that much more fun, doesn't it?"

The Rayners were out of town. It could be one or both of the 
Walcotts, but my bet was it would be Mom. Did I want this to 
happen?

"I guess that would be cool," I replied.

Why slow down now?

Mr. Clark got out the restraints and something else. It wasn't 
the blindfold I was used to. This was something else entirely. It 
looked like it was made of rubber or latex.

Mrs. Clark said, "Want to try something a little different this 
time?"

I raised my eyebrow, curious what they were up to. She handed it 
to her husband. Mr. Clark stuck his hand inside what I quickly 
realized was some kind of hood. It had a holes for the mouth and 
nose, but not for the eyes.

"You want me to wear THAT?"

"We'd like for you to," Mrs. Clark said.

Her husband added, "It's made of spandex. It's comfortable while 
you have it on. It stretches to fit most anyone's head without a 
problem."

Mrs. Clark said, "It allows the game to be a little more 
interesting."

"How?" I asked.

"You won't have to be restrained the whole time, if at all,” she 
said. “You can't easily take it off like a blindfold."

I debated for just a moment before agreeing to wear it.

"I'll be able to use my hands while wearing this?"

"Sure, but we still might restrain you for part of the time."

"Cool," I said, agreeing to go along with the changes to the 
game.

Mrs. Clark went downstairs to wait for her guest. Her husband put 
the hood on me, making sure I was comfortable. He then had me get 
on the bed so that he could put the restraints on my wrists and 
ankles, attaching them to the corners of the bed. He said they 
wanted to start the game as usual before releasing me.

While we waited for his wife to come back, he teased me with 
light touches, tickling me, knowing I was at his mercy. I loved 
the feeling of being helpless. I did have the safe word, but I 
had no intention of ever using it.

Mrs. Clark finally came back into the bedroom and asked if we 
were ready for the game to start. Of course, I couldn't see 
anyone, but I assumed whoever was going to be a part of this had 
already arrived.

It only took a few moments before a whole bunch of hands were 
touching me all over. A hand would rub me in one spot for a 
moment, and then leave my body. Then I would be touched somewhere 
else. I was certain there were at least three sets of hands, but 
there could've been more. They were obviously trying to make it 
so that I couldn't tell exactly how many people were in the room.

The bed shook on both sides. A few people had gotten on it, with 
at least one person on each side of me. The next thing I felt 
were tongues licking different parts of my body. Again, it was 
difficult to tell how many. They were licking me in different 
spots at different times.

The bed was constantly shaking. Again, there could've been any 
number of people on both sides of me for all I could tell. Their 
intent was clear. The whole thing revolved around deception. The 
game was evolving to keep it fresh.

Finally both my nipples were being sucked and nibbled on. Someone 
else moved between my legs. So, there were at least three people, 
but I already knew that. I was certain from the touches that at 
least one of them was a man, but I already knew Mr. Clark was 
here. Was another man here as well though? So far, I couldn't 
tell.

I then felt someone straddle my body, over my stomach. By the 
feel of the legs touching my flanks, I was sure it was a man. 
Then I felt a mouth kissing the insides of my thighs. By my 
count, there had to be at least four people on the bed with me.

The man straddling me began rubbing his cock against my stomach. 
The two mouths that had been on my nipples were now licking my 
tummy at the spot his cock was touching me. That likely meant 
these were two women. I didn't think any of the men would ever 
lick someone's cock like these two were doing. I still didn't 
know the gender of the person between my legs though.

The man scooted further up my body so that his cock was almost 
between my breasts. A hand began massaging one of my tits. It was 
a man's hand based on the feel. Was it possibly a second man?

The person who had been kissing and nibbling on my inner thighs 
had finally made their way to my pussy. A soft tongue was toying 
with my clit. I couldn't feel any of the person's hair though. If 
it was a woman, it probably was tied back into a ponytail or 
something. I got the impression that person didn't want me to 
know his or her gender. However, I could feel the shoulders 
touching me softly at times. I was pretty sure it was a woman ... 
or maybe even a younger girl.

My mind then went into overload wondering if the adults would 
involve someone like Kari. It was even possible it could be Sarah 
and Jamie joining in, but I seriously doubted it would be Sarah. 
She wouldn't do this to me. She would've told me the prior 
afternoon that she was participating in these games with her 
parents. She'd have no reason to hide it from me after we'd come 
clean with each other.

The man straddling over me started scooting down my body, moving 
between my legs. The person who had been there obviously had to 
move out of the way, but it didn't seem like they had gotten off 
the bed. I felt hands lifting my butt up into the air, and a 
pillow moving beneath it. I was certain the man was about to fuck 
me. And that he did.

I was soaking wet and ready for a good hard fuck. It only took 
him a moment to get up a good rhythm, slamming against my body as 
he speared my cunt with his shaft. He kept it up for a while too. 
The mouths returned to my nipples during all of this too.

A hand began touching close to my pussy as the man continued 
fucking me. It was probably the person who had previously been 
between my legs licking me. It was clear now that it wasn't a 
man. She was reaching between the man's legs from behind to touch 
and rub both of us where we were joined.

Finally, the man pulled out of me and scooted back up my body to 
where he'd been before. The next thing I was aware of was cum 
landing on my chest. It felt like a lot of it too. Who’s cum was 
it though?

Several soft hands began rubbing the sperm all over my little 
boobs. I wondered if we were about finished with the game.

"You look so hot with his cum all over you, especially your sexy 
tits," Mrs. Clark said softly into my ear.

"It feels like he came a lot." I replied.

"Oh, he came a lot alright. It's all over you, sweet girl."

Then I felt several tongues on my breasts. They were licking the 
cum off me, giving me a tongue bath. I assumed Mrs. Clark was one 
of them, but maybe they were trying to fool me.

Someone was between my legs again too, licking me, giving my clit 
a good workout.

The man straddling me was rubbing his spent cock between my 
breasts. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't completely soft either. 
Fingers were toying with my slippery nipples. My body was getting 
overloaded from the sensations. I came intensely moments later, 
thrusting my hips up to push my pussy harder against the mouth 
licking me so good. My loud moans told everyone just how good 
everything felt too.

The man sitting over me then moved away. I was certain that he'd 
moved completely off the bed.

Mrs. Clark was back at my ear, "I want to ask you for a favor."

"It's not like I'm in a position to refuse," I softly laughed.

"There is another hard cock here. He wants to cum on you too."

"He can fuck me if he wants," I plainly stated. My pussy was far 
from satisfied.

"He just wants to cum on you, sweetie."

Why was she asking me if this was alright? Was this just a head 
game?

"I'm cool with whatever," I said.

And I was. I was ready for anyone to do anything. I was horny as 
fuck.

"Okay then. We're going to remove the restraints now."

If the man was only going to cum on me, why the need to do that?

Once my arms and legs were free to move, hands took hold of my 
calves and lifted my legs up and over me. The result was that my 
pussy and ass were fully and obscenely exposed to everyone there.

The foot of the bed moved on both sides. Two people were on it 
with me. Hands from one or both of them began rubbing the exposed 
backside of my thighs, moving to my butt cheeks. Then the 
underside of a hard cock pressed into the channel of my pussy. He 
moved back and forth against me, enjoying the feel of my wet lips 
as his shaft slid between them.

I wanted that cock inside my pussy, but he just kept rubbing it 
against me instead. Then he began slapping it against my mound.

The next thing I was aware of was that a hand was now holding it 
near the base. I assumed it was the person who had joined him on 
the bed earlier. She began directing where that hard cock would 
touch me. At times, she would slap it along my slit. She also 
liked just rubbing the head against my clit. This kept happening 
for a few minutes. My whole pussy was on fire.

Then the hand seemed to move away. He began rutting against me on 
his own. I could feel his balls touching my pussy at times during 
all of this. He was enjoying rubbing himself on my mound.

After just a short time, the man began moaning. He pulled back a 
little. The tip of the head of his cock was then against my pussy 
lips. He, or someone else, was stroking him too. I was sure he 
was about to cum on my opening.

"Reach out and touch him," Mrs. Clark said into my ear.

As I reached between my legs with one hand, the hand that had 
been holding it let go. I felt the top of his shaft as it gently 
rubbed along the lips of my pussy.

"Rub his dick on your juicy little pussy." Mrs. Clark said rather 
raggedly. She was obviously very turned on by what was going on.

I wrapped my hand close to the base of his cock and began rubbing 
it back and forth against my mound. I tried to gently pull it 
closer to get him to fuck me, but he held back.

My hand fondled every inch of his cock. I then realized what I 
was feeling, or rather what I wasn't feeling. Hair! This man had 
no pubic hair! I moved my other hand further to touch his balls. 
No hair there either! This was my daddy! He was rubbing himself 
on me, but wouldn't fuck me.

I felt a hand joining mine on his shaft. I moved my hand from his 
balls to touch her hand. It felt small and soft. Could it be 
Mom's hand? I felt an engagement and wedding ring, but there 
wasn't anything distinctive about it. The only thing it meant was 
that it probably wasn't Kari or Sarah, but then they could've let 
one of them wear the rings to fool me.

Could my parents be doing this to me while I had a hood on? Or, 
were they trying to deceive me again? Mrs. Clark had to know I 
knew Daddy had started shaving his pubic hair. Daddy had to know 
he couldn't get away with this without me knowing!

"Are you going to cum on me, Daddy?" I said aloud, wondering what 
reaction I would get.

I was going for broke. They had to know that I could think this 
might be him. Was Mom masturbating him, holding the tip where his 
sperm would shoot against their own daughter's pussy? Would they 
really take this game that far with me?

There was no reply to my question.

The cock was being wiggled right at the entrance to my cunt. I 
heard a grunt, and then felt cum soaking me between my legs.

"He's cumming all over your pussy, baby," Mrs. Clark said into my 
ear.

Who was cumming though?

"Daddy's cumming on me?"

She didn't answer. It was still hard as it slithered against me 
in the sperm that he'd spurted on my mound. A hand was sliding 
through the mess he had made, and then several of the fingers 
slipped inside me. The man's cum was now being pushed into my 
pussy, and was being used to finger fuck me.

"I wish you could see this, Melissa. I wish you could see who’s 
cum is being pushed inside your tight little hole ... and who is 
doing it," Mrs. Clark taunted me.

"Take the hood off!" I begged.

"Only with the safe word. You still know it."

"But everything stops if I say it!"

"That's part of the game, honey."

"Please! I have to see!"

"Do you really want to see?"

"Yes! Please take it off now!"

There was movement on the bed.

"No! Don't move!" I loudly demanded in frustration.

Moments later, the hood was taken off. It took a few more moments 
for my eyes to adjust, but I looked around intently at the people 
beside my bed. No one was moving. I groaned in frustration at 
what I saw though. Along with the Clarks, I saw Mr. and Mrs. 
Walcott. He had no pubic hair. He'd shaved it sometime since last 
weekend. His cock had cum all over it too.

However, I was convinced they were tricking me. I was certain of 
it. They'd fucked up! The man who had been on me was still hard 
before he moved off me. Mr. Walcott wasn't. He wasn't completely 
soft, but it should've been a good bit stiffer than it was then. 
Mr. Walcott probably had been the one who fucked me and cum on my 
chest.

Mr. Clark's cock was hard and had a little cum on it too, but he 
wasn't shaved. I was betting he came on my tits at the same time 
Mr. Walcott blew his load. Mrs. Clark had said there was a whole 
lot of cum on me.

It had to have been Daddy blowing his load on my pussy!

They were trying to be sneaky. They'd taken the hood off without 
me using the safe word. They wanted me to think my parents hadn't 
been there.

I looked for a camera. I quickly spotted it on the dresser. I had 
to get that video. I just had to. I'd pushed things with Daddy 
earlier in the week, rubbing my pussy against his cock while on 
the couch. Sarah and I had played our own blindfold game with 
him. Was this some sort of turnabout? Had he figured out that I 
had been with Sarah during the game the day before?

I was going to take things further if I found out for certain it 
was him. If he was going to play sex games with me, I was going 
to really play with him.

I had to see that video though. It was the only way I was going 
to be able to prove it.


(continued in chapter 23)

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