Chapter Twenty-Two

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)