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Chapter Twelve I didn’t get to talk to Mrs. Clark during the week. I was curious how she would feel about me fucking her husband after some time had passed. I couldn’t quite understand how she wasn’t jealous about her husband being with me to begin with. Sarah called me on Friday and told me she was spending the night at her grandparents, but she wanted me to stay with her on Saturday night after she got back. She said she’d call me when she got home. So, I didn’t plan to do anything Saturday, except to just hang out at home until she called. Mrs. Clark came over Saturday morning and hung out with Mom. I tried to listen in on their conversations at times, but it was just boring stuff about their friends. I was sure they were being careful about what they said when they thought I might be able to listen in. A few times they went into Mom’s bedroom and closed the door. But each time I tried listening at the door, I couldn’t hear anything they were saying. I couldn’t even tell if they might be fooling around or not. I was in my room when Mom came to the door and said, “Do you mind helping Colleen take some boxes of old clothes to the Goodwill?” “I guess,” I said, curious what they might be up to. “Whose clothes are they?” “Just some I had put in the attic,” Mom said. “Colleen is taking some boxes from her house too. Since you’re spending the night with Sarah, she can just take you back home with her.” I wondered if they had conspired to make some time for me to be alone with Mrs. Clark. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t care. I liked the idea of being with her and maybe Mr. Clark before Sarah got home. I was sure we’d talk too. I quickly got some clothes together and left with Mrs. Clark. It didn’t take long for us to drop off the boxes, and we were on the way to her house. As we got closer to her house, I asked, “Is Mr. Clark at home?” “Yes, he is. Why do you ask?” she grinned. I blushed. She knew exactly why I was asking about him. I wasn’t sure how or if I should answer her though. “Are we going to ... umm ...” “If you want to, sweetie. In fact, we can do something really fun. Something new.” “Yeah?” “You’ll see when we get home,” she said, mischievously. We were only moments from their house. So I didn’t have much of a chance to ask anything else. She parked her car in the driveway, and we went inside. I took my bag up to Sarah’s room and left it. I was starting to feel like this was my other home. I certainly no longer felt shy about wandering around. Mr. Clark was in his room and called out when he heard me, “Is that you, Colleen?” I walked to their bedroom door. “It’s me, Melissa,” I replied. “Mrs. Clark is downstairs.” “Hi, sweetie. I wasn’t expecting to see you until tonight,” he happily said. “Sarah’s not here yet, is she?” “No, sir,” I replied. “I rode with your wife to take some boxes off. She told my mom I could come on over with her.” He sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him. I walked over shyly and sat beside him. “Are you still okay with what we did last weekend?” “Yeah. I had a great time. I’m glad we did it,” I said, looking at him while remembering how good he had made me feel. “Good then. Do you think you’d like to do that again sometime?” I nodded and he put his hand on my leg. I was ready for him to do anything he wanted with me at that moment. I leaned in towards him and he gave me a very soft kiss. He smiled. “Yeah, you are quite okay, aren’t you?” We heard Mrs. Clark calling my name from the hallway before she walked into the bedroom and saw us sitting together. “You two seem to still be getting along just fine,” she said, raising her eyebrow. Mr. Clark said, “We were just talking a little about last weekend.” Mrs. Clark came over and sat on my other side, and said, “Well, it looks like it’s a good talk,” she said, smiling and looking down at his hand on my bare thigh. She then looked back at me, “Remember I said there was something fun we could do?” I nodded with a questioningly stare. “Have you ever done anything with Sarah or the others while one of you was restrained?” “Do you mean tied up?” “More like tied apart, so you can’t use your hands or arms.” “We’ve never done anything like that. I don’t know if I’d want anyone to do that to me either. Anything could happen, and I couldn’t stop it.” “It’s not as bad as you think, sweetie. I think you would enjoy it with Bob and me.” “Maybe, but still ...” “You know we wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. You’ve always had control over what we did, right?” I nodded. “You’d still have control over everything. You can stop whatever we’re doing at any time, even while you’re restrained.” “What would happen?” “Well, when Bob and I do it, he puts a restraint around each of my wrists, and then ties them to the bedposts. The restraints don’t hurt at all. They’re very soft and comfortable so you can pull your arms some without hurting yourself.” “That sounds okay, I guess. As long as you didn’t walk off and leave me or something.” “We’d never do that to you. This is meant to be fun, nothing else.” She said, seriously. I nodded. “Sometimes Bob will blindfold me so I never know what he’s about to do. Then he takes his time doing sexy things to me. If I ever want him to stop, I use a safe word that we agree on before we start. He stops whatever he’s doing, and takes the restraints off when I say the word.” “That sounds like it would be fun, I guess.” “Sarah won’t be home for hours. If you want, we can do it now together.” “I guess, sure,” I said, getting excited about the idea. “Let me go check on some things downstairs while Bob gets you ready.” She stood up and walked toward the door, turning her head, giving me a devilish grin. I started taking off my clothes while Mr. Clark went to their closet and brought out a small box. He told me to lie down in the middle of the bed so he could put the restraints around my wrists. He tied one to a bedpost before walking around the bed to do the other. After he was finished, he asked, “Are you comfortable?” “I guess,” I said, wiggling my arms and pulling a little. “I think you’ll like this. The feeling of helplessness can be a lot of fun when you’re with someone you can trust.” He reached and touched the tip of one of my nipples with a fingertip, brushing it teasingly, “How does that feel, not being able to stop me.” “It feels kinda ... wild,” I said, wondering just what all they might do to me like this. “So, if I say stop, you’ll stop?” He cupped my breast and gently played with it. “If you want us to stop, say elephant. Otherwise, we’ll just ignore any other pleas you make. So, don’t say it unless you really want things to stop, because we will stop at that exact moment and take the restraints off. Everything will end with that word.” “That’s cool then,” I said, feeling more comfortable and excited as well. Mrs. Clark came back in the bedroom and walked to the foot of the bed. Staring and smiling at me, she said, “You look like you’re ready.” She looked at Mr. Clark, “Did you explain how we do this?” “Yes. The safe word is elephant.” “I want a few pictures of this,” she said, walking over to the dresser and picking up their digital camera. She took some pictures while I blushed. I felt very self-conscious with my arms spread out like they were. She said, “Let’s use the blindfold. A big part of the fun is not knowing what’s about to happen to you.” I wasn’t sure I liked that idea, but I didn’t say anything. She walked over to the closet and brought out a mask that had elastic bands to hold it in place. She came over, sat down beside me, and put it over my eyes, adjusting the straps to make sure it wouldn’t slide from over my eyes. When she finished, it was like being in a completely dark room. After she asked me if I was comfortable and ready to start, I felt the bed shift as she moved off of it. I listened closely to try to make out what they were doing. The first thing I heard was the sound of them taking their clothes off. They also said things to taunt me a little about being helpless. The bed bounced a little as one of them got on it near my feet. I felt what I assumed was Mr. Clark’s hand lightly rubbing up and down each of my legs. He moved his fingers through my pubic hair, teasing me. His touch was electric though. My body felt so alive as he lightly caressed me. His fingertips continued lightly tracing up my body until he was touching the bottom of one of my breasts. His fingertips softly moved over my flesh, lightly tracing, avoiding my nipple. He moved over me so that he was straddling my hips, and began teasing both of my breasts the same way. His hard cock pressed against my mound, lightly rubbing my clit as he continued teasing me with his light touches. He leaned down closer to me. His lips lightly touched mine. The tip of his tongue traced over my lips. He moved his head so he could do the same to my ear and neck. My breasts pressed into his chest. Everything he was doing felt incredible. I wanted more than just teasing though, but he continued. I pushed my hip up, grinding myself against his cock. He moaned his approval, but he didn’t show me any mercy, and continued teasing my body. He moved once more so that he was beside me on the bed, and again touched me softly. The head of his cock lightly brushed against my side. His fingertips softly caressed up and down my body. His touch left me for a moment before he lightly brushed the tip of a nipple, and then moved to the other. When he finally touched my pussy, I was already so wet. While his fingertips moved lightly over my opening, he gently took a nipple between his lips, softly touching me, licking it. I raised my body against his mouth and hand, but he pulled away just enough to keep me frustrated. Mrs. Clark put something around my ankle, and pulled my foot toward the bottom corner of the bed. I had thought they were only going to restrain my arms. Once she had it secured, she did the same with my other ankle. My body was completely spread open for them to do anything they wanted. I felt totally helpless. I knew I could stop things though, but I liked their attention, wanted it. The mattress shifted as someone got on it near my feet. I felt what I assumed was Mrs. Clark’s hair lightly brushing the inside of my lower thighs. Her lips lightly touched my soft skin, kissing slowly up my legs. Mr. Clark kept gently licking around my hard nipple. I so wanted to grab his head and hold him tighter against me, but the restraints did their job. As much as I wanted to participate, I had already learned how incredible it felt to be unable to do anything. Mrs. Clark blew lightly on my clit. Her tongue gently licked my outer lips. Gently, she pulled on each with her lips. Only her hair, lips and tongue were touching my body. When I felt the tip of her tongue touch my clit, I desperately raised my hips, pushing against her mouth. But she pulled back a little, still wanting to tease me. Two people were using my body, but both were barely touching me. It felt good, but also very frustrating. She slid a finger inside me, lightly moving it just enough to tease me more. She finally closed her mouth over my clit, licking and sucking like I wanted. I moaned and pushed myself against her, and she didn’t pull back. A second finger began fucking me as she furiously licked my hard clit. I wailed loudly as my orgasm began. The feeling was more intense than I’d ever felt. It seemed like it would never end, and I didn’t want it to end either. I wanted more of this. My whole body became rigid as the feeling became overwhelming. My arms pulled at the restraints. I wanted to push Mrs. Clark’s head from my pussy. I was so sensitive, but I wouldn’t say the word. She knew I couldn’t stand much more, and she relented a little, but not enough to allow me to easily come down from my orgasm. The bed shifted again as Mr. Clark moved off of it. I felt someone’s breath on my neck. I figured it was Mr. Clark, until a woman’s voice softly said into my ear, “Did you enjoy that, Mel?” Oh my God! “Who ... Who’s licking me?!” I said, shocked. “A friend,” she simply said. Whoever it was began to finger me again. I figured it might be Mrs. Rayner, but I couldn’t tell for sure. “Who? Who is it?” “Someone who thinks you have a sexy body ... someone who wanted to make you feel good.” The woman between my legs began kissing and licking my pussy again. Why wouldn’t Mrs. Clark tell me who the woman was? “Mel, do you want her to stop? Do you want to say the word?” The woman moved her hands under my thighs, lifting them as I realized my ankles were no longer restrained to the bedposts. Her tongue licked below my pussy, moving lower. “Do you want her to stop, sweetie? She’s going to lick your cute little butt hole. You can say the word though, and it all ends.” Her lips and tongue caressed near my tight opening. I wanted to know who it was! “Please, tell me who it is. Please?!” “Only if you say the word, Mel.” Her tongue touched my butt hole. I moaned as she licked and pushed at my tight opening. I had to know who it was. But I didn’t want to say the word, not yet. Mrs. Clark straddled my head. I felt her pussy press against my mouth. She leaned down and began licking my still sensitive clit. The other woman continued to lick my butt. Mrs. Clark lustfully said, “Do you want to stop, baby?” I said nothing. She sucked my clit between her lips. She knew just how to make me tingle all over. I moaned and licked her very wet pussy, wanting her to feel as good as I did. Mrs. Clark’s orgasm started after a few minutes. Her mouth moved from my clit when she began moaning. The woman licking my ass moved to take Mrs. Clark’s place, licking my clit. It didn’t take long for my next orgasm to overwhelm me as well. Mrs. Clark moved from over me, and off the bed. The other woman moved across my body so that she was by my side. Her hand caressed my breast closest to her. The bed shifted again near my feet. I felt a man’s body touching me, moving between my legs. He raised my butt off the bed and slid a pillow beneath it. Then I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down, between my pussy lips. Again, I felt Mrs. Clark’s breath on my neck. “He wants to fuck you, Mel. His cock is so big and hard. He wants to put it inside your little pussy. Do you want him to fuck you, sweetie?” Was it Mr. Clark between my legs?! “Whose is it?” I asked. “It’s Mr. Clark, right?” “Who do you think it is?” “I’m not sure,” I said, franticly. “Do you want to stop, hon?” Mrs. Clark asked. “Say the word if you want to stop, and he won’t fuck you. It will all end when you say the word.” I didn’t say the word. I didn’t want things to end. I wanted to know for sure who it was, but I wanted this to never end. Some man was about to fuck me. Some woman had just licked my pussy and ass, making me cum like crazy. I wanted more. He pushed his cock deep inside me. His thrusts were urgent. I wondered how long he would last. The woman beside me began touching my clit. Her hand explored where we were joined, as he fucked me forcefully. He held onto my legs, driving himself hard into me. Mr. Clark had fucked me in the middle of the night like that, but I couldn’t tell if it was him or not. I didn’t think Mrs. Clark would let someone else fuck me without asking, but she had given me the chance to use the safe word to stop it. I still could’ve said it. But he was fucking me so good. His cock was about the same as Mr. Clark’s, but that didn’t mean it was definitely him. His thrusts became harder and more demanding, but he remained quiet. If it wasn’t Mr. Clark, would he squirt his cum inside me? I knew Mr. Clark was safe. Mrs. Clark wouldn’t risk getting me pregnant. Would she? I didn’t think so. No, she wouldn’t. He slammed hard into my pussy and held still. His cock jerked inside me. I’d never felt so full. He held my leg to his mouth, softly kissing my calf as he came inside me. He pulled himself out of my pussy. His cum followed out as well. The woman beside me put her fingers at my opening, and played in his cum as it flowed out. The bed shifted again as they all moved off, leaving me lying there alone. I could hear people moving around in the room. Then I felt someone move on the bed beside me again. Mrs. Clark’s lips pressed to mine before she removed my blindfold. As soon as my eyes were uncovered, I looked frantically around the room. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. As I was able to focus again, I saw Mr. Clark standing beside the bed and Mrs. Rayner next to him. Both of them were naked. His cock looked spent, and her mouth looked like it had been busy. I said to them, “I thought it was probably you guys, but I wasn’t sure.” Mrs. Rayner moved to sit by Mrs. Clark, and put her hand on my stomach, “I wanted to return the favor, remember?” She grinned, sliding her hand down over my pussy for a moment. Mrs. Clark asked me, “How did it feel being helpless, not knowing what was going to happen, or even who it might be?” “It was scary. Unnerving.” “You always had the safe word, hon.” “I didn’t want to say it,” I grinned, slyly. “I’m ... we’re glad you didn’t,” she said, with a conspiratorial expression as she glanced at the others. Mrs. Clark and her husband released my wrists. I sat up with them, and looked down at my pussy. “I need to clean up before Sarah gets here,” I chuckled. “It probably wouldn’t be a good thing for me to be full of her dad’s cum.” Mrs. Clark whispered into my ear, “Are you sure it’s Bob’s? Are you sure you know who the woman was?” I looked at her incredulously. She just grinned at me and moved off the bed. I was sure she was just teasing me. She had to have been. Even unrestrained and without a blindfold, I still felt a bit unnerved after she said that. We all picked up our clothes before going to clean up. I hoped I would get a chance to look at the pictures they’d taken. It was the only way I’d know for sure who all had been in the room. Mrs. Clark took my hand and led me toward their bathroom. As I went with her, I glanced toward the dresser where the digital camera had been earlier. It wasn’t there though. But something I hadn’t noticed before was ... their video camera.
Mrs. Clark had me get into the shower with her. She then took her time washing me with her hands. This wasn’t the first time I’d showered with a grown woman. I’d done it a number of times with Mom, especially after swimming at the beach or the lake. But I’d never had someone wash me like Mrs. Clark. There we were showering together after Mrs. Clark had watched her husband fuck me. I couldn’t quite understand how she could be so cool about it all. She began talking about what Sarah and I might do that night. As her soapy hand thoroughly caressed my pussy, she said, “Let’s make sure Sarah doesn’t suspect you’ve been fucking this afternoon, especially since she knows what cum tastes like.” She smiled at me as I looked at her incredulously. I asked, “You really don’t care that Sarah is doing all that with me and the others?” “I care that she only does what she wants to do, and that she does it safely, sweetie,” she said, slipping a few fingers inside me. I looked down at her hand between my legs. My body stiffened a little as she worked her fingers inside me. Mrs. Clark pulled her hand away and moved it to hold my chin, lifting my face to hers, “I was doing many of the same kinds of things as you and Sarah when I was your age. Sex is meant to be enjoyed. I had fun back then, and especially now. Why should I not let Sarah enjoy it, too?” “You fooled around with girls when you were my age?” I was very anxious to hear her reply. “Yes, I did. Does that surprise you?” “No, I guess not,” I said, trying to think of a good way to ask if she’d also fooled around with my mom at my age. Before I could think of a good way to ask, she started asking me about what I’d told Sarah concerning my virginity. “Have you and Sarah talked any since last weekend about losing your virginity?” “I haven’t told her I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you mean,” I replied. “I figured I would just pretend I’m still one for now.” “Good idea. I think it would be better to wait until you’re with another boy, and let her believe that was your first time instead of trying to make up a story.” “Yeah, I’d never tell her who my real first time was with anyways, and she knows I’m not seeing any guys right now.” She looked like she was lost in her thoughts, like she wasn’t sure what to say next, and then said, “Things can change, hon, especially when you get older,” she said. “I told you a little about the things my brother and I did at your age. Your mom knows about it, too.” “For real?” “Yes, for real,” she stated. “Close friends can share a lot of things. Your mom and I have told each other a lot about the things we did while growing up. But, there were things we both never shared until years later, even though we were best friends the whole time. The same will happen between you and Sarah ... and Pam, too.” “I can’t ever imagine telling Sarah though,” I said, shaking my head. “Not about this.” “There were things your mom and I told each other years later that shocked us both. But our friendship was strong enough that we could trust each other enough to share those things,” she said, retrospectively. Looking softly at me, she added, “And our friendship became stronger because of it, too.” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I was keeping things from Sarah and Pam, but we’d also shared some major secrets about things we’d already done. We were also closer friends because of it. I just couldn’t imagine ever telling her about me and her parents. After Mrs. Clark finished washing me, I took my time bathing her as well. I enjoyed talking to her about things I couldn’t with my mom. We talked about other things too, like stuff about our bodies. In a way, she felt like an older sister. Mom had done some of the same things when we bathed together. The physical intimacy with Mrs. Clark made it much more special though. I just wished Mom and I could at least talk as openly with each other, sharing things, especially secrets. It seemed as if I knew so much more about Mrs. Clark than my own mother. We dried off and got dressed in the bathroom. Walking back into the bedroom, I noticed that the video camera was no longer on the dresser. Had they used it? If they had, I definitely wanted to see that video. It would be cool to see just what everyone was doing while I was blindfolded. Mrs. Clark looked at her watch, “Sarah’s granddad should be here soon. Let’s go back downstairs and wait for them.” “What should I tell her about why I’m already here?” She paused a moment, “We’ll tell her you helped me take mine and your mom’s old clothes to the Goodwill, except you didn’t get here until just a short time ago. Just tell her you’ve been watching TV since you got here.” She reached out and squeezed one of my breasts, “If she starts asking a lot of questions, I’m sure you can get her mind on something else.” I blushed while smiling at her. “You look so cute when you’re blushing,” she said, teasing me. We sat together in the family room watching TV until Sarah got there with her granddad. I’d seen him a number of times when he and Sarah’s grandmother visited. For an older man, he was very handsome. His wife was attractive for her age, too. They were fun to be around when our families sometimes hung out together.
“Hi, Melissa.” “Hi, Mr. Thompson.” “So, you’re spending the night with Sarah?” “Yes, sir.” “How is your mom doing, and your dad?” “They’re doing okay,” I said, not sure what else to say to him. “Tell them both I said hello, and that we’ll have to get together sometime soon.” Why would he want to see my parents? My parents are so much younger. He said to Mrs. Clark, “I need to get on back. Your mother and I are going out with some old friends tonight.”
“What are you doing here?” Sarah asked. “I was going to call when I got back.” “Your mom came by on her way to the Goodwill to drop off some boxes of old clothes,” I said, hoping I had my story straight. “My mom had some, too. So, she asked me to help your mom since there was so much to take. Your mom said I could come on over here with her since you were supposed to be back soon anyways.” “I hope she didn’t take some stuff I wanted,” she said, frowning. “That would be so like her.” “I think it was just some of your parents’ stuff,” I replied. “That’s all the stuff my mom sent.” “That’s cool then. I hope my mom didn’t bore you to death.” “Your mom is pretty cool ... for a mom,” I grinned, remembering just how un-motherly she had been a short time before. We sprawled across her bed together and talked. Sarah asked, “So, chick. Have you heard about Pam and Mike?” “No,” I answered. “What happened?” “Nothing happened, except she and Mike are now hooked.” “That’s cool. He’s pretty hot,” I stated, thinking how lucky Pam was. “I’m surprised he isn’t dating someone his age though.” “They’ve always kinda liked each other,” she said. “Yeah, plus he probably knows she’ll put out, too,” I giggled. “You’re bad,” she said, playfully derisive. “Well? It’s what guys want, isn’t it?” “Yeah, but I think it works both ways,” she said, both of us giggling in agreement. “It won’t be too much longer, and we’ll be able to work on it ourselves,” I said, reaching between her legs and pretending to finger fuck her. She grabbed my wrist, pushed me over onto my back, and moved her face close to mine, and said, “You’re a horny little bitch. I better keep my eye on you until after you see your doc.” I put my arms around her and rolled her over so I was on top. “Uh uh. You’re my little bitch, girl. And don’t you ever forget it,” I said, pretending to be domineering. I softly kissed her forehead, and then we gazed at each other quietly for a few moments. She glanced toward the door before she said, “Don’t forget my parents are still here.” “I don’t think they’ll mind that they have a little lesbian for a daughter,” I said, teasingly. “I’m NOT a lesbian,” she said, sharply. “I was joking, chica. I know you like boys, too. And, I think I know which one,” I raised my eyebrow, playfully smug. “So what? You’ve done more with him than I have.” “I’m just joking around,” I said, realizing I’d struck a nerve. “It’s cool though. You know Jamie and I just fool around for the fun of it. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. He is my brother, for Gawd’s sake. But I know he likes you.” “Really? Did he say that?” “He hasn’t really said it,” I replied. “But I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and some of the things he says and asks about you. He’ll never admit it to me though.” She didn’t say anything for a few moments, but she looked as if she liked the idea of Jamie being interested in her. I was sure she had a crush on him. “Do you still want him to be your first?” I asked. “Maybe. I guess.” “Pam sure liked him being her first. They looked so hot together, too. I sometimes wish he wasn’t my brother.” “Why don’t you let him be your first then? Seriously, girl.” “Don’t be a retard,” I responded. “He’s my brother.” I already had one secret about losing my virginity. I really didn’t want to have to hide another version of it. And I really didn’t want anyone to think I lost my virginity to my brother. “No one else would have to know you did it with him,” she suggested. “I wouldn’t ever tell anyone. You know that. And you’re not interested in any other guys right now, are you?” It started to make sense that it really didn’t matter. I was already going to lie about my first time anyways. But still. “If I decided to let him be my first, you could never tell anyone,” I insisted. “And I mean never ever.” “Mel, I watched you suck his cock. I watched him go down on you. It’s no big deal. I’d never tell anyone about it.” I really didn’t want to talk any more about Jamie. So I changed the subject. “Is Pam hanging out with Mike tonight?” “I dunno. I can call her. Do you want her to come over?” “Yeah. She can tell us all about Mike,” I said, grinning with Sarah. Sarah called Pam and found out she didn’t have anything planned. So she told her to come over and spend the night with us. Sarah went to make sure it was okay with her parents, even though we both knew they wouldn’t care. She came back in the room after talking to her mom, looking like she had good news. “My parents are going out tonight. We’ll have the house to ourselves.” “So cool,” I grinned. “This should be a fun night.” “Yep,” she beamed. “They’re getting ready to leave. Let’s go wait for Pam downstairs.” We sat in the family room whispering and giggling about being alone for the night. It wasn’t too long before the Clarks came downstairs to leave. Mrs. Clark said, “You girls stay out of trouble. There are pizzas in the freezer. Try not to make too big of a mess.” Sarah asked her, “What time will you be back?” “It’ll be about one or two o’clock at the earliest. That doesn’t mean we won’t check up on you. So, don’t leave the house or anything without calling one of us first.”
Sitting across from Pam, I asked her, “So chick, you and Mike are dating?” “Yeah, but we’ve only gone out once,” Pam said. “I’ve been hanging out with him at his house a lot though.” “Alone?” I pried. “No. His mom is always there, but she never bothers us when we’re in his room.” “Spill it, girl,” I demanded. “We’ve made out some,” she smiled, innocently. “Pam ...” I said, indignantly. “Okay. Yeah, we’ve fucked. Happy now?” she said, huffily, but also looking a little embarrassed. I moved to sit with her. I didn’t want to piss her off, and have her not tell us anything else. “I’m sorry,” I said, sincerely. “I’m acting like a bitch.” “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I don’t know why I’m embarrassed about this.” I put my arm around her. “So, like, how was he?” I grinned. “Gawd, Mel. I can’t keep any secrets from you, can I?” she smiled and shook her head at my relentless questions. “Nope. Now tell me everything,” I playfully replied. “Well, there’s not a whole lot to tell. Mostly we just made out because his mom was always there. But after she didn’t ever bother us, we started really fooling around. It was just yesterday that we fucked in his bedroom. The other days we just did oral and other stuff.” “Way cool,” I replied. “He did use a condom, right?” “Yeah, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to get preggers a week before I go to get put on the pill.” Sarah asked, “Does he have a big one?” Sarah blushed as soon as she finished asking that, too. I already knew he had a nice cock from the pictures I’d seen on my dad’s computer. I wondered for a moment if his mom purposely left them alone in Mike’s room, hoping they would fool around. Maybe she had some way of spying on them. Even if she wasn’t spying, she obviously didn’t care if they did have sex. “He’s about the size of Jamie, I guess. It feels great.” Sarah said to Pam, “He’s really cute. I wonder if he’s still doing stuff with Kari. I wonder if he does anything with Julie, too.” “I’m sure he still does with Kari,” Pam replied. “We haven’t talked about it though. I’m not sure he’s even aware that Kari told us about the two of them. I know she’s done stuff with Julie, but I dunno if Mike ever has though.” I said, “Kari better be careful, or someone she doesn’t want to know is gonna find out about them.” Pam then grinned at us, “So, have you guys decided who you’d like to be your first?” I just shrugged. “Do I need to set you up with someone, chica?” she teased me. “No, I’m just not interested in anyone specific right now.” “You don’t have to be in love with anyone to fuck, you know?” I just shrugged again. “What about you, Sarah?” Pam asked. She looked embarrassed and didn’t say anything. “She wants my brother,” I blurted out, cutting my eyes toward Sarah. Sarah gave me an incredulous look. “Well, you do!” Pam said to Sarah, “You won’t regret it, girl.” “I know. It’s just weird talking about it.” “You think ‘that’s’ weird? After all we’ve done together?” she said, haughtily. I could tell Sarah was just as uncomfortable talking about this as Pam had been, but Pam just couldn’t realize it. I said, “Sarah, it’s cool. Don’t be embarrassed. After watching him with Pam, I think you’d be an idiot not to let him be your first, especially since you both like each other so much.” Sarah shook her head at me incredulously. I just grinned and shrugged back at her. Pam said, “Oh, my Gawd.” She looked at me, “Is this for real?” “Uh huh, but neither of them wants to admit it though.” Sarah said, “Yes, I like him. But he’s used to dating older girls. So forget about it.” I said, “Fuck that, girl. You’re as cool as any older girl. You’re just as hot as anyone he’s been out with. Don’t put yourself down like that.” “Mike’s older than me. A lot of guys like younger girls anyways,” Pam said, trying to reassure Sarah. Sarah just shrugged. “Why don’t you call Jamie and get him to come over?” I asked. “Are you kidding? I mean, I don’t want to lose my virginity tonight or anything.” “Jesus, girl. You don’t have to fuck him tonight. Just hang out with him,” I said, sarcastically. “You want me to just call and ask him to come over then? What if he asks why?” “Just ask him if he wants to hang out with all of us over here. It’s no biggie. He’s hung out with us before.” I paused, waiting for Sarah to say something, but she looked like she wasn’t sure what to do. “Don’t make me call him,” I said, playfully threatening her. “Okay, I’ll call. Gawd,” she said, exasperated, but she started grinning, too. Sarah left the room to call Jamie. I started to tell her to talk to him so we could listen, but I didn’t want to make her too nervous. While we waited, Pam and I talked about the new Gwen Stefani video when it started playing while we were watching the TV. I told her I had her new CD and that it was awesome. Sarah came back into the room. “A friend of his is hanging out with him tonight.” “So, who is it? If he’s hot, Mel can hang out with him. I’ll call Mike and see if he can find a way to come over,” Pam schemed. “He said some guy named Tony was there. But I don’t know him. If I did, I would’ve said something.” “Call him back,” I encouraged. “He’ll think I’m an idiot if I do!” “Give me the phone,” Pam demanded. Sarah looked really embarrassed while she called. When Pam got Jamie on the phone, she asked him who Tony was. Pam repeated to us what Jamie told her, “It’s some dude he hangs out with at the game room.” I grimaced a little, “I saw him when he was over once. He was really dorky looking.” Pam spoke back into the phone, “Don’t worry about it then. We were going to see if you wanted to hang out, but Mel says Tony is a dork. So forget it.” “Ask him if my parents are home.” I said, curious if they were maybe going out with the Clarks. Pam asked and told me, “He said they’re supposed to go out. Do you want me to ask anything else?” “No. I was just wondering is all.” Sarah said to me, “I bet they’ll be hanging out with my parents again.” “Probably,” I said, I wondered if she had any clue as to what they may be doing together. Pam jokingly told Jamie to have ‘fun’ with Tony and turned off the phone. She smiled at me and said, “No Tony for Mel, huh?” “Shut up. I’m not desperate,” I snapped, breaking into a snobbish grin. “But I am. Jamie could’ve brought the CD with him if you weren’t so damn picky about your men,” Pam joked. “What CD?” Sarah asked. “Mel has the new Gwen Stefani CD.” Sarah grabbed my arms, “You gotta go get it.” “If I go, you guys better cover for me. I don’t want to get put on restriction.” Looking at Pam, “Your mom could even see me leave, and I bet she knows we’re over here alone.” Pam said, “When I left, they were getting ready to go out, too. I bet they’re all hanging out somewhere.” Sarah said, “So, don’t worry, Mel. No one will see you. You can take my bike. It won’t take you long to get there and back.”
As soon as I could see our driveway, I recognized the Clark’s car. I wasn’t sure what to do at that point. If I waited for them all to leave, they could drive back by their house for something and discover I wasn’t there. I thought I might be able to sneak into the house if they were all in the family room. They probably wouldn’t hear me if they were talking. So, I decided to take that chance. If I could at least get up to my room, I knew I could get back out of the house by going out my window and climbing down the trellis at the backdoor. I’d just have to hope I didn’t break my neck in the process. Jamie and I had done it when we were a lot younger, but I stopped doing it after we got caught and bitched out about it. I cautiously walked Sarah’s bike beside the house where it wouldn’t likely be discovered. I went to the back door and peeked in the window. I didn’t see anyone in the hall. I figured if I could get upstairs, I probably wouldn’t get caught. I opened the backdoor, stepped inside, and closed it back as quietly as I could. I could hear my dad’s voice coming from the family room. I was close to the door to the basement before I realized my mom could be down there. As I passed the closed door, I didn’t hear any noises from down there. Walking quietly to the stairs close to the door to the family room, I heard my dad and Mr. Clark talking about a baseball game. I carefully peeked around the edge of the doorway as best as I could to see if my mom and Mrs. Clark were also in there, but I didn’t see them. The kitchen was quiet, so they were probably upstairs in my parents’ room. I just hoped that they were in there with the door closed, or at least in the bathroom where they couldn’t see the hallway through the bedroom door. I crept up the stairs as quickly as I could. When I reached the top of the stairs, I was relieved to see that their bedroom door was closed. I glanced back down the stairs to make sure no one was about to come up behind me. Looking toward the end of the hall, I saw Jamie’s bedroom door closed as well. I wasn’t worried about him catching me because I was sure he wouldn’t rat me out. He usually has it closed when he’s in there with friends. I moved closer to my parents’ bedroom door, curious if I could overhear Mom and Mrs. Clark talking about where they were going. What I heard though was definitely not what I was expecting. “Oh, my God!” I whispered. The sounds coming from the room were of people having sex, and at least one of them was a guy who couldn’t be my dad! I felt like the breath had been kicked out of me. Who was having sex in my parents’ bedroom? Was the woman my mom or Mrs. Clark? Could they both be in there? Was Tony in there with them? How could he be involved in all of this? Where the hell was my brother?! Jamie had admitted to having sex with Mrs. Clark in the past, but would they have sex in my parents’ bedroom with Mom and Dad in the house?! “Oh ... my God.” I whispered again, frozen where I stood. I listened a little longer, trying to figure out who was in there. I couldn’t make out any of the muffled voices. They weren’t really carrying on a conversation though. “Mom? ... Are you in there?” I nervously whispered, begging her to answer a question I knew she couldn’t hear. The moans, grunts and other noises continued. The muffled sounds kept me riveted. I knew exactly what those sounds meant. I’d heard them quite often. But I couldn’t make out who they might belong to. I finally glanced around to see if I was still alone. I listened for my dad and Mr. Clark. Why weren’t they in the bedroom with their wives? Where was Jamie ... and Tony! I was certain it couldn’t have been either of them. But then, I wasn’t certain who the woman was either. That’s when I remembered that Pam’s parents were going out for the night as well. They could’ve ridden over with the Clarks. That had to be it. But, was Mom in there? And, where was Mrs. Clark? Could one of them be in there with some guy other than their husband? I continued to listen. It was more of the same. They were definitely having a fun time together. I’d never realized that people could make so much noise during sex. Then I heard several muffled voices at once, but these voices had something in common. “Shit!” I anxiously whispered. There was more than one woman in there! I looked back toward Jamie’s bedroom and decided to check it out. If he was in his room, then that would solve part of the mystery. I quickly walked down the hall to his bedroom and listened at his door. What I heard only added more to the mystery. Again, I could make out the noise of people having sex. I pondered if this was really my house? This couldn’t be my home. My dad was downstairs calmly talking about a baseball game while between two upstairs bedrooms there were at least five people having sex, and one of those rooms was his own! The muffled sounds from Jamie’s room were from a guy and a female. I couldn’t tell if the guy was Jamie or someone else though. The muffled sounds from the female could’ve belonged to anyone. I was totally confused over who was in either of the bedrooms. Would Jamie have sex with a chick while Tony was in the same room? I didn’t think so. But after everything else I’d discovered, I knew better than to rule anything out. I just couldn’t make any connection with Tony and everything else though. Plus, he was too much of a dork to be involved in any of this. I went to my bedroom door which was still closed like I’d left it earlier. I listened for any noises before opening the door, just in case more people were fucking in there, too. After not hearing anything, I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. I leaned against my door and took a deep breath. I’d been incredibly lucky I hadn’t been caught while standing out in the hall for so long. I decided I didn’t want to take that chance again. I went over where I kept my CDs, found the new Stefani one, and put it in a small bag I could carry with me while getting down from the roof. I started to leave through the window when I changed my mind and decided I needed to at least try and find out who was in the bedrooms. This was my best opportunity so far to find out more about the big secret between my mom and Mrs. Clark. I went back to my door and listened for sounds coming from the hall. After a short time, I decided to try peeking out. After very slowly opening the door, I peeked down the hallway toward my parents’ bedroom, and then toward Jamie’s. Both bedroom doors were still closed, and I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs. I decided to check out Jamie’s room again first. I was certain it had to be Jamie in there. If I was going to get caught, I preferred it was by him. I would just have to try to talk myself out of trouble with whoever else might be in there. After cautiously walking up to his door, I listened carefully once again. This time I was able to make out Jamie’s voice. But I still couldn’t figure out who was with him. It sounded like it was just one other person with him. But I couldn’t hear her voice well enough to figure out who she was. I wanted to believe it was Mrs. Clark in his room, but would she be having sex with Jamie when the other adults were also in the house? This would mean Jamie had to know a lot of things that he’s never told me. I’d have to try to corner Jamie into telling me everything. While still listening at Jamie’s door, I was startled when I heard my dad and Mr. Clark talking as they were coming up the stairs. I dashed back to my bedroom and closed the door just in time. Their voices became louder as they reached the top of the stairs, but their words were muffled somewhat by my door. However, I could tell they were talking just outside my parents’ bedroom. I couldn’t make out everything they were saying, but I did hear Dad say something like “they’re probably still at it in there.” Moments later, I made out the sound of my parents’ bedroom door opening. My dad seemed to start talking louder after that, too. “Don’t wear yourselves out so early, ladies. We’ve got a busy night ahead.” “Looks like they may have worn the poor guy out though,” said a voice that I was sure belonged to Mr. Clark. I heard what sounded like at least two females laughing. The laughter seemed to come from inside the bedroom, but it was too faint for me to identify. I then made out a female voice at the bedroom door. She seemed to be talking to Dad and Mr. Clark, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying to them. Even though I couldn’t understand the words spoken, I knew that voice all too well. It was Mom. I didn’t hear anyone else come up from downstairs. So, she evidently had been one of the females in the bedroom with some guy. Apparently from how calm Dad remained, he didn’t seem to mind what had happened in their bedroom. Moments later, I was able to make out Mr. Rayner’s voice as well. They all seemed content to just stand talking at my parents’ bedroom door, but their voices were muffled enough that I couldn’t make out all of what they were saying to each other. The one thought that kept going through my mind was how could they risk Jamie possibly coming out of his room and overhearing what was going on in her bedroom, unless it was nothing new for him. I had to figure out how to get Jamie to tell me what all he knew about everything. They did joke around some about getting dressed and ready to go, but I couldn’t make out much else they were saying, or who the other people in the room might be. Then I heard Jamie’s bedroom door open. A few moments later, I heard the footsteps of at least two people go by my door, walking toward the stairs. The footsteps seemed to stop near my parents’ bedroom, and I heard Dad ask, “Having fun with our son tonight?” I listened very intently for a reply, but it was too faint to understand. It was a female voice though, and it definitely wasn’t Tony’s. Dad said, “We’ll be leaving in a few minutes. We’re already running late because of your mother and her friends.” I then heard several people going downstairs. After a few moments, I made out Mrs. Clark’s voice for the first time. "Are they downstairs?" "Yeah, are you afraid they saw something?" Dad chuckled. I then heard Mrs. Rayner’s voice. Her voice was easier to understand than my mom’s, but where had she been the whole time? "It's not like they haven't seen stuff like this before.” What was she talking about? What ‘stuff’? Was Jamie and whoever was with him more involved in all of this? Does Jamie know about all of them already? Mrs. Rayner could’ve been referring to seeing Jamie together with some of the other kids, or something like that. I was learning a lot, but also getting even more frustrated than before. Mrs. Clark said, “They sure don't need to see any of the pictures though.” For the first time, Mom’s voice was clear enough to understand. "No one can get to any of our stuff without the key." Were they talking about ‘the’ pictures? I couldn’t be sure. Mrs. Rayner said, “I hated lying to her.” Mrs. Clark said, "It’s better that she not find out about him, at least for now.” Mom said, "You've handled things great with both of them so far.” I was sure they were talking about Jamie and me. Mrs. Rayner had lied to me and knew that Jamie was involved with at least Mrs. Clark. Both mom and dad obviously knew as well. Knowing Mrs. Rayner had lied to me, I couldn’t be sure anymore that it really was just Jamie and me having sex with the adults. Mrs. Rayner said, "She's determined to know about you guys. She suspects a lot." Mom said, "All the more reason to be careful. Colleen and I have learned to be more cautious." Mr. Clark said, “We almost forgot the video camera.” Was he talking about earlier that afternoon with me? Was I not supposed to know I was videoed while blindfolded? Dad's voice, "It's good you didn't. None of us want to have to explain all of that." Whatever was going on between all of them, both of my parents were definitely involved in a big way. Dad said, “You and Andrea should probably take a shower.” Mrs. Clark said, “It won’t matter, especially where we’re going.” I could hear several of them agreeing to what Mrs. Clark said, along with a little laughter. I couldn’t make out too much more of what they said after that. It sounded like they had all moved into the bedroom. I figured they must be getting ready to leave to go wherever. So, I decided to just wait on them, and see if I could sneak back out the backdoor after they left. Their voices became louder again as they came back out of the bedroom. After closing the bedroom door, it sounded like all of them began going downstairs. I listened for a short time before I opened my door slightly and checked out the hallway. Jamie’s bedroom door was still open. I stepped out into the hall and cautiously walked to the top of the stairs. Their voices seemed to be coming from near the front door. After listening for a short time, their voices faded and I heard the front door close. I stood where I was and listened until I heard their cars leaving. I didn’t think Jamie had gone with them, but I wasn’t sure if he was still in the house either. I walked back down the hall to his room to check it out. The bed definitely looked like a few people could’ve had sex on it. I walked back down the hall and listened at my parents’ bedroom door before peeking in. Their bed was just as messed up as Jamie’s. I stepped through the bedroom to my parents’ bathroom. Looking around, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. For a moment, I considered snooping around in the closets and stuff. But I didn’t want Jamie possibly catching me doing that. I left my parents’ room and closed the door back. I quietly went back downstairs. As I got about halfway to the bottom, I could hear the TV on in the family room. The closer I got to the bottom, the more I was sure whoever was in the family room was watching a sex video. I didn’t hear any voices though. After reaching the bottom of the stairs and not hearing anyone moving around, I tiptoed to where I could peek into the family room. Sitting together on the couch were Jamie and Penny. Penny was facing Jamie, sitting on his legs. Both of them were already naked. Jamie was sucking one of her nipples while rubbing her pussy. She had her head back with her eyes closed, while slowly stroking his hard cock. Seeing Penny wasn’t a big surprise, but how involved was she in everything? I had only stayed upstairs for a few minutes after our parents left. They sure got busy making out as soon as they did leave, including putting on one of my parents’ sex videos. Jamie and I knew they had sex tapes and DVDs, and they didn’t really hide them all that well from us. I assumed he’d already gotten it from our parents’ bedroom earlier in the day or something. I decided I better get my little butt out of the house. If either one of them had looked toward the door, I probably would’ve been spotted. After making sure I hadn’t dropped anything, I quietly walked to the back of the house. After I’d closed the backdoor and made sure it was locked, I went around to the side of the house and grabbed Sarah’s bike. I cautiously made my way out to the street, and then rode as fast as I could back to the Clark’s house. Along the way, I tried to piece together what I’d seen and heard. It probably had been Penny in Jamie's room. Our parents obviously didn't care that they were fucking. I bet she even rode over with the Clarks and Rayners, too. I hadn't been upstairs too long after all of our parents had left. Had they seen Jamie and Penny in the family room like they were when I saw them? There was no way I could know. I did know that Jamie lied to Sarah on the phone earlier. They weren’t hooked or anything, but still.
“What took you so long? Did you get caught?” Sarah anxiously asked. “No, but I almost did, I said. I looked at both of them, “Your parents were all over at my house getting ready to go out with mine.” “Fuck, girl. Did you wait for them to leave before going in the house?” Pam asked. “I snuck in the backdoor without them seeing me. But then I had to wait for them to leave before I could sneak back out.” Sarah said, “Was Tony there with Jamie?” I started to tell her the truth, but I didn’t want her to get down about it. “Yeah, they were goofing off in his bedroom. Neither one of them saw me though.” Pam said, “Should I call Jamie and get them to come over now, or was Tony still dorky?” “I didn’t see him, and I’d rather not take a chance that he is,” I said, warily. We put on the CD in the family room, and ate the pizza that Sarah and Pam had fixed while I was gone. I couldn’t get my mind off what I’d discovered at my house though. I wondered if Pam’s parents had told her anything specific before she came over. “Did your parents say where they were going tonight?” “They never do. I guess they figure I’ll just call their cell phone if I need them.” Sarah said, “I used to wonder where mine went, but I haven’t really thought about it for a while.” “Unless I spend the night off, Penny usually watches me and Peter when our parents go out. I doubt they would like what we do when they’re gone though,” Pam said, grinning devilishly. Looking at me, Pam said, “Too bad you couldn’t get one of your parents’ pornos.” “I was too busy trying to keep off of restriction,” I said, looking at her wryly. Pam looked at Sarah, “Do your parents have any?” “I dunno. They probably do, but I’ve never seen one.” “Let’s go look,” Pam said expectantly, sitting up like she was about to stand. I started to tell them we better not. I didn’t know how well Mrs. Clark had hidden the pictures and videos of me and the others. I definitely didn’t want them to find those. Sarah started grinning and stood up, “If they have any, they’d probably be in my parents’ bedroom.” Pam stood up as well. She then grabbed my arm and pulled me along with them to go upstairs. I started to offer to go back to my house to get a few of my parents’ DVDs, but they seemed determined to do some snooping around, which ordinarily I would be all for doing. Sarah and Pam went straight to the bedroom closet. The closet was pretty big, but it was not really a walk-in closet. I stood behind them terrified that Mrs. Clark hadn’t hidden the pictures and videos of me very well. They were moving stuff around when I heard Sarah say, “Damn, it’s locked.” “What’s locked?” I asked, trying to look around them. “This cabinet. I bet my parents keep their sex stuff in here.” Pam said, “Maybe we can find a key in the bedside table or dresser.” I quickly said, “You guys keep looking in the closet. I’ll look for a key.” I hurriedly tried to figure out where her mom might keep the key. I was determined to find it before either of them had a chance. I went straight to the bedside table and rummaged through it, but I didn’t see a key. Then I realized it didn’t make any sense that she would leave a key where it could be found so easily. She probably kept it on her key chain. She had to know Sarah might come in here looking when she and her husband weren’t home. Pam exclaimed, “I found them!” I turned and saw Pam standing just inside the closet, grinning and holding some cases in her hands. I quickly went back over to her to make sure she hadn’t found the wrong ones. Thankfully, they were adult videos like the ones my parents have. Sarah said, “Way cool. But remember how you found them. I don’t want to get into trouble over this.” “That’s not all I found,” Pam said, excitedly. She reached into a box and pulled out one of Mrs. Clark’s vibrators. Sarah shyly grinned at me, “That’s a lot like the one your mom has.” “That’s just one of them, chick,” Pam said excitedly while reaching into a box and pulling out more sex toys. I’m sure I blushed when she held up the wrist and ankle restraints for us to see. Pam said to Sarah, “Damn girl, your parents are kinky. So cool.” Sarah looked at me shyly. I forced myself to grin at her, pretending I was also surprised to see the stuff. It was then that I began to realize just how strong our parents’ marriages probably were. The other parents I knew were all really uptight about a lot of things. I realized just how much our parents had to trust and have faith in each other to be involved in the things they were doing together. I said, “I think it’s so cool that your parents have fun like that. You’d have to really trust someone to let them use those things on you.” Sarah said, “I guess. It’s just that ... they’re my parents!” She blushed even more. I said, “So what? They’re just like anyone else. They just have a lot more experience with things. I think it’s neat how they’re not so hung up about sex like a lot of people are.” Sarah seemed to be less embarrassment after she saw that I wasn’t judging her parents in a bad way. They’d already taught me so much about how much fun sex could be with people you really trust. I would’ve been a hypocrite if I’d said anything different. Pam then pulled out the strap-on Mrs. Clark had used with me. Sarah gasped and stared at it, but didn’t say anything. She looked skittishly between us, and said, “Please don’t tell anyone my mom has one of those.” She cringed and stared at the strap-on, waiting for us to say something. I touched her arm and said, “You know we won’t tell anyone else anything, girl.” Sarah continued to stare at the strap-on without saying anything. She seemed really weirded out about it. Pam and I both reassured her that she could trust us. We told her that we already had a bunch of secrets between us, and this would just be another. Sarah seemed to slowly shrug it off after that. I figured it might be the first time she realized her mom might like having sex with other women. Until last summer, I’d never really given any thought to what they did when we weren’t around. We looked through about a dozen of the DVD cases, searching for one we wanted to watch. We laughed at some of the titles. Some of the images on the cases were really wild. Pam said, “Look at this one! Look at how big that guy is. And he’s fucking her ass!” “Not this girl’s ass. Uh uh,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s gotta hurt,” Sarah said, wide eyed. Pam said, “I’ve heard it feels pretty good. At least that’s what I heard one of Penny’s friends say. If the guy was maybe Mike or Jamie’s size, I guess it might feel good.” We picked a DVD that supposedly had the best scenes of a number of movies. We talked and giggled about some of the covers as we went back downstairs. When we got to the door to the family room, Pam said, “I’m gonna run over to my house to get something real quick. You guys will love this. I’ll be right back.” Sarah and I looked at each other wondering what she meant. We just shrugged at each other. I turned back and watched Pam running over to her house. Sarah took me by my wrist, and pensively said, “Mel, I want to tell you about something before Pam gets back.” She went with me into the family room. I silently followed, curious what this was all about. She led me over to the couch and got me to sit beside her. “What’s so important?” “Um, it’s about what we found in my parents’ closet,” she said, looking almost scared to say anything at all. “You mean the sex toys?” “Well, it’s about the strap-on,” she said, then looked down at the floor. I stared at her intently. She seemed like she was trying to build up her courage. She finally said, “I saw my mom with it one day last year.” “Oh, my God.” “Exactly,” she agreed. “I mean, finding it is pretty wild by itself, but to see your mom with it ... just, wow.” “Well, you know what it’s for, don’t ya?” “You’re kidding? Someone was with her?” “Yeah. Mel, don’t freak out at what I’m about to tell ya, okay?” I warily nodded. “Your mom was with her.” There it was. If I hadn’t already suspected that they probably were having sex, this would’ve totally blown me away. So, I knew I had to at least pretend. “They were using it on each other?” I asked, feigning disbelief. “Yeah,” she warily replied. Sarah stared at me, obviously afraid of how I was going to react. “You saw them having sex together?” “Yeah, on my parents’ bed. I didn’t know how to tell you.” “Oh, my God. Were they doing everything we do?” “I didn’t see very much, but from what I did see and hear, yeah. Haven’t you ever noticed that they’re really close and stuff?” “Yeah. I knew they were really close friends and all,” I said, pausing to carefully decide what to say next. “What did you actually see?” “My mom was wearing the strap-on and ... well, you know.” “Why didn’t you say something to me?” I asked, wanting to know why she hid it from me. “Mel, I was scared. It was a few months before we started making out. After I saw them together, I was afraid our moms were lesbians, and that they were going to leave our dads. I didn’t want you to be scared, too.” “Oh, my God, girl. You must’ve totally freaked out. I probably would’ve, too.” I looked sympathetically at her. It was then obvious why Sarah acted so strange when Pam found the strap-on. “Is that why you were so weirded out when you saw Pam holding it?” “Yeah, it reminded me of how terrified I had been thinking my parents might divorce, and yours, too. After I saw our moms having sex, I started closely watching how my parents acted together. I could tell that Mom really loves dad. And your parents seemed to be cool together, too. So I got to where I didn’t think so much about it anymore.” She paused and looked at me, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before now.” I hugged her, “It’s cool. I understand why. I’m just glad you told me now.” “I think they probably still do stuff, like we do.” I felt really guilty again about keeping so much from her. But I had no choice. “Then you know they don’t have to be lesbians to like making out together.” “I figured that out after the first time we had sex. Remember when I asked you if you were a lesbian? All I could think about was you and our moms being lesbians. I knew I wasn’t one, but I really liked what we had done.” “So, you know they’re not lesbians, right?” “Yeah. Doing stuff with you and Pam helped me understand all of that. I still like guys and all.” “I know you like guys, especially Jamie,” I teased her. She blushed and said, “Don’t tell him, okay?” “I won’t. But I’m sure he likes you, too.” She looked down and smiled. It was about then that we heard Pam at the front door. Sarah said, “Don’t tell Pam anything about this, okay?” “It’s our secret,” I said as we got up to go open the door. Pam came inside grinning and holding a bag. She led us back into the family room before she would show us what she had. We sat together on the couch with Pam between us. She reached into the bag and pulled out a very long flexible dildo, and placed it on the coffee table. This one was different from any I’d seen before. It was shaped like the head of a cock on both ends. I asked, “What is that?! Where did you get it?” “It’s a double dong, you retard. It’s my mom’s.” “I’m not a retard, bitch. I’ve just never seen one,” I retorted. “Chill out, girl. I figured you hadn’t. But after we found the strap-on, I thought you guys would like to see this.” Sarah said to Pam, “I guess both our moms like to make out with chicks.” Sarah smiled at me, and I knew she’d keep our secret. I was sure I didn’t want Pam to know anything about my mom yet. I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted her to know, at least not until I knew exactly what was going on. Pam said to Sarah, “You know our moms may be having sex together. I’m sure my parents are doing stuff with other people.” Sarah said, “I wouldn’t be surprised since our moms hang out so much. But why do you think your parents fool around with other people? Is it because of what Penny said about Pastor Thomas and your mom?” “Well, yeah. But there’s other stuff. I’ve been watching them since Penny told us about Pastor Thomas. It’s some of the stuff they say to each other when they think no one is able to overhear. Sometimes they’ll say stuff that makes me think they’re talking about having had sex with some people they know.” Pam looked at me, “You know all of our parents hang out a lot.” “Yeah. But I haven’t heard mine say anything like what you mean though,” I lied. Pam said, “My mom has other toys, too. Most of it is just different kinds of vibrators and dildoes. She has this one thing that looks like a string of small balls. I think you push them in your butt and then slowly pull them out.” I’d never heard of anything like that before. I tried to picture it in my mind. Pam giggled and shook her head at our silent stares. I hated when she acted like she knew so much more than us. So, I tried to act like it was no big deal. “That might be fun to do. I’d try that before letting a guy fuck my butt. You should’ve brought it over, too.” “I didn’t want to touch them. Gross,” Pam said, disgusted. I asked, “Why do you think it’s gross? It sounds like it would be cool to try out.” “Chica, we’re talking about something that’s been in someone’s butt. I don’t think so.” “If your butt is clean, what’s the big deal?” “Why don’t you kiss my asshole if you don’t think it’s a big deal,” Pam said, skeptically. “What if I said I’d do it. Would you let me?” Both Sarah and Pam stared at me in stunned silence for a moment. Sarah said, “You’re not serious, are you?” I nodded confidently. Pam looked at me cynically, “You would kiss my asshole if I let you? Yeah, right.” “I’d not only kiss it. I’d also lick it,” I said, unflinchingly. “Girl, have you done it with someone already?” Sarah asked, looking at me incredulously. “Yeah, Jamie and I have done it to each other. It was so wild, and it feels awesome.” “I don’t believe it. That is just freakin’ gross. Girl, you are so lying,” Pam challengingly replied. “No, I’m not. If you’re clean, why is it any more gross than sucking a cock or licking a pussy? You’ve heard about washing yourself, right?” I retorted, sarcastically. Pam didn’t answer, but I could tell she understood what I meant. I said, “Look. Let’s put on the DVD. It’s got butt fucking in it. So, I bet there’s probably a scene with people licking each other’s butts, too.” Sarah looked at me like I was crazy, but got up and went to the DVD player with the DVD we’d picked out. While Sarah got the DVD set up to play, Pam turned to me and pulled my top over my head. She grinned at me when I gave her a playfully pretentious look. “It’s not like we’re not going to end up naked anyways. We might as well before the video starts,” Pam said as she unbuttoned my shorts, pushed me back on the couch, and pulled them off me. She leaned down and sniffed at my legs and pussy. I looked at her like she was crazy. “What are you doing?” “Seeing if you know about that thing called washing,” she grinned. “I’m all about being clean,” I knowingly grinned back. She stood up, turned around, looked back at me, wiggled her butt and cutely said, “Me too.” I leaned up and smacked her ass. “You might not like what I do to your butt if you keep making fun of me,” I said, wagging my finger playfully at her. Sarah came back over and helped me take off Pam’s clothes. We then took off hers, and she more or less repeated what Pam did. “I think you guys are obsessed with this now,” I grinned, raising my eyebrow. “Well, since you’re begging us to let you,” Pam joked. I playfully poked her side. As we stood in a close circle, I leaned into Pam and kissed her. I then did the same with Sarah. We took turns kissing each other after that. Our hands began to play with each other’s bodies. I loved feeling Pam’s hand on my back and butt as I pressed my body into Sarah’s while we kissed. After a short time, we pulled apart from each other and sat down again, with me between them this time. Sarah picked up the remote, stopped my Stefani CD, and started the DVD playing. We leaned back and relaxed together while the DVD began playing. Sarah plopped her leg over mine, and pulled my leg closer to her. Pam did the same with my other leg, resulting in the three of us with our legs spread open. They both slipped a hand between my legs, and I did the same to them. It was so cool to be able to do stuff together so openly, and not having to worry how the other person would react. As the first scene started playing, Pam leaned close to my ear and asked, “Were you really serious about licking my butt?” “Yeah, if you want. I know you’ll love it,” “You’re such a potty mouth, Mel.” She grinned, using her fingers to lightly tease my clit. Smiling, I rolled my eyes at her before we turned our attention back to the video. The first scene was of a coed with three frat guys. The girl was cute, and the guys had really nice cocks. There was no seduction or anything like that. They all stripped very quickly and got down to it. I could tell when Sarah or Pam liked something they saw by the way they touched me. They probably noticed the same from me, too. The guys took turns fucking the girl in different positions. One of them did her doggie style while she sucked one or both of the other guys at the same time. It sort of reminded me of Peter fucking Pam in their back yard. “That’s kinda hot. We’ll have to get Mike, Peter and Jamie to do that with us sometime,” Pam exclaimed. I stared at her unbelievingly, “Mike wouldn’t care if you fucked other guys?” “If he got to fuck you and Sarah, I doubt he would care who was fucking me.” “You’re probably right. I think I’d have a problem with my guy doing another chick though,” I replied. “I might feel the same way if it ever happens, but I think I’d get over it quick,” Pam grinned. I giggled and slid my finger inside her pussy, and said, “Slut.” She just grinned and did the same to me while Sarah used her hand to rub around my clit. My other hand was still playing between Sarah’s legs. They were both very wet, and I’m sure they easily noticed that I was, too. The next scene was about six sorority sisters making out together. They were all naked and paired up on the floor in their sorority house. Most of the time, the girls were just licking each other. But one girl got behind another, and pressed her face into her butt. The camera angle changed so that we could watch the tip of her tongue lick over the girl’s cute butt hole. I turned and smiled knowingly at both of them. Pam said, “That does look pretty wild.” “It is,” I grinned. We watched a little longer. Neither of them said anything as they watched the girl getting rimmed. I began to think they were afraid to ask me to do it to them. So, I untangled my legs from theirs and stood up. I grabbed both of them by a hand and pulled until they stood up. I led them over to where we could get on the floor together. We kneeled down together. I put my arms around Sarah and kissed her deeply. I then kissed down her neck before moving behind her so that I could kiss down her back. Pam rubbed her pussy as she watched me kiss and lick closer to the top of Sarah’s firm little butt. I moved so my face was right at her ass. I then kissed and nibbled on each of her butt cheeks, occasionally glancing at Pam staring intently at what I was doing. I used my hands to gently nudge Sarah to lean down so her butt was left sticking in the air. I playfully fondled her butt cheeks before pressing my face between them. I slid my tongue between her cheeks and gently lick her tight little opening. Her moans told me she liked it. I did my best to put on a nasty show for Pam to see. Glancing at her again, I could tell she was getting off on what she saw me doing. I stopped licking for a moment and said to Pam, “Put your face beside mine so you can watch better.” She hesitated for just a moment before doing it. When her face was near mine, I again flicked my tongue across Sarah’s asshole. I glanced at Pam and said, “I love touching her there with my tongue.” I licked again, and said, “It’s so fucking nasty.” Another lick and Sarah moaned, arching her back a little. “See how much she likes it?” I fluttered my tongue for a short time over her tight opening. Sarah moaned again and pushed her butt back against my mouth. “She loves what I’m doing, and I love doing it to her,” I said, with Pam’s face even closer, almost against mine. Pam seemed to be getting totally hooked on what I was doing. Her mouth was so close to mine that I could feel her breath. I couldn’t resist trying to kiss her. At first Pam seemed tentative. So, I pulled back and said, “Kiss me good just once. If you still don’t like the idea of it afterward, it’s cool. But try just once. Please?” I challenged, sweetly. I knew she couldn’t resist my dare. She was too proud about always knowing more about stuff than me or Sarah. And, I could see she was extremely turned on by what I was doing. We leaned into each other and passionately kissed. I slid my tongue in her mouth and it seemed to drive her wild. I thought she was going to bruise my lips the way she was kissing me back. I broke the kiss after a short time, and challenged her again. “Now you do it. Lick her sexy little ass like I did.” She didn’t hesitate at all. She moved and pressed her face where mine had been. With her mouth pressed against Sarah’s butt, I wasn’t able to actually see her tongue. But I could tell she was licking. Sarah’s reaction was more than enough evidence of that. While Pam continued rimming Sarah, I kissed down Pam’s back like I had done with Sarah. I’m sure she knew I was about to lick her butt, too, but she kept her mouth pressed into Sarah. When I touched Pam’s butt hole with my tongue, she groaned loudly into Sarah’s butt. We stayed like that for a while before we switched so that Sarah could lick my butt. I knew she wouldn’t hesitate like Pam had. After a while, we switched again so that we each had a turn rimming each other. We finally pulled apart and kissed each other deeply, knowing exactly where our mouths had just been. I said to both of them, “Now you guys have potty mouths.” We laughed and lay down on the floor together. When we looked back to the TV, another scene was showing two women making out with a double dong like the one Pam had brought over. Pam sat up and leaned over to pick it up off the table. “Want to try it with Sarah? I’ll put it inside both of you if you want,” Pam asked me, expectantly. “You and Sarah go first. Like mothers; like daughters,” I grinned. Sarah playfully stuck her tongue out at me. Pam smiled and rolled her eyes while handing me the toy. They lay down on their backs, moving between each other’s legs so their pussies were close together. I held one end of the double dong at Pam’s opening and slowly slipped it inside her. I gently pushed it in and out for a few moments before holding the other end against Sarah’s pussy. After slipping it into Sarah a few inches, I got them to scoot their butts closer together. That seemed to encourage them to start humping into each other, fucking each other deeply. They both had about half of the double dong inside of them as they pushed their mounds into each other. I placed my fingers on their clits and gently rubbed, trying to help them get off. Because of the way they were lying, they had each other’s leg to hold against their body. I wasn’t sure who started it, but they both were occasionally kissing and licking each other’s leg. That turned me on more than anything. I leaned down and flicked my tongue over Sarah’s clit before switching to Pam’s. I then leaned up close to Sarah’s ear and teasingly said, “Just imagine your moms doing this together.” She softly said, “Gawd, you’re nasty, Mel.” “But you love it,” I softly replied before kissing her. I leaned back up and began playing with my own pussy while watching them fuck each other. I pictured the idea of Sarah’s mom and mine doing the same thing together while watching. It felt wrong to think of them that way, but it also had my pussy throbbing. Pam finally said, “I don’t think I can cum like this.” “I don’t think I can either, but it feels really good,” Sarah said. I pulled the toy from between them, and bent it so that both ends were close together at my mouth. I showed off licking each end of the double dong, making long slow passes with my tongue, letting them see me taste their juices from it. They both leaned up and pushed me onto my back, and spread my legs open. Sarah took the double dong from me, and gently pushed one end inside my pussy. She used both hands to fuck me with it. It was a nice feeling, but not nearly as nice as her dad’s cock had felt. Sarah stopped for a moment and looked at Pam, “I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back.” Sarah stood up and quickly left the room. I could hear her running up the stairs. “I know what she’s getting,” Pam said, grinning. “And you get the first turn.” I blushed and bit my bottom lip as I remembered Sarah’s mom using that strap-on with me. After about a minute, we heard Sarah running back down the stairs. She had a huge grin and started giggling as she came back into the family room with it. “Put it on, Sarah, and fuck our butt muncher,” Pam joked. “Butt muncher?” I asked, playfully indignant. Pam just grinned and stood up to help Sarah with the strap-on. After Sarah got it put on right, Pam got back down on the floor next to me, playfully ridiculing me again. “Are you ready for Sarah’s big hard cock, little girlie?” Pam taunted, while pushing me further onto my back and lifting my legs up and apart. Pam pushed two fingers inside me and said, “Uh huh. You’re more than ready.” I’m sure even they could hear the squishy noises Pam was making with her fingers inside me. I was more than ready for Sarah to fuck me. Sarah got down on her knees between my legs, “This feels so ... weird.” “C’mon, Sarah. Be the man,” Pam joked, causing all of us to laugh. Sarah moved closer so that the tip of the dildo was between my pussy lips, and then slowly slid it up and down between them. She then pressed it gently against my opening, letting it slip inside. She slowly inserted it inside me until her hips were pressed into mine. Sarah said, “This still feels weird, you guys.” Pam leaned close to her and said, “It looks kinda weird too, but you guys look so fucking hot.” Sarah gently fucked me slowly until she got a good rhythm going. Her body felt wonderful against mine. As she got more into it, she rutted harder against me, fucking me almost like her dad. She began kissing the side of my neck. Her nipples pressed into my breasts. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as she humped hard into me. I groaned to Sarah, “You’re pretty good at this, girl.” Sarah put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, “This is what I saw my mom doing to yours.” “Oh, my God,” I softly replied.
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