Chapter Thirty-One

We watched the orgy a little longer. It looked like everyone was taking shifts. While some people were resting, another group was either just getting started or was already well into a good fuck. If this was a family oriented nudist campground I wouldn’t even want to know what might be going on at a swinger’s campground.

Peter suspected a lot of the men were using Viagra, or ‘the blue pill’. He was sure some of the pills were the little blue ones. I wondered if that was what Mom gave Jamie. He’d never had a problem getting hard for me. Sarah never seemed to complain either. It seemed like he was always hard if there was a pussy within a mile of him.

I guess Mom didn’t want him to get embarrassed if he went limp at an orgy. That kind of thing could leave a scar for life. Girls will talk about that shit too. That kinda stuff would be all over school before homeroom was over. That would bother me for two reasons. One, I love my brother and don’t want to see him hurt ... unless it’s by my hands. And two, I would become known as the girl with the limp dick brother. After thinking about it, I almost went inside to give him another blue pill myself.

As we were walking away from the house, Peter started talking about the blue pill from ‘The Matrix’, and how it was about living an illusion if you took it. He was trying to be deep with me, but why did it have to be about Viagra and Neo? I was so gonna have to talk to him about all this drug stuff, and soon.

After we were back at the clubhouse, the ‘pact’ was without a clue for what to do. We had to be the lamest pact ever. Maybe we should’ve crashed the orgy? That’s what I would’ve done. What was the worst that could’ve happened? We’d have become legends as the orgy busters.

“Let’s go see if Derek and Jennifer can hang out with us,” Julie suggested with a grin. I was seriously beginning to appreciate her even more.

“Will their parents let them out this late?” I asked. I figured she knew the Prestons better than I did.

“They wouldn’t let Derek out with me alone, but with you and Peter with me, they might ... especially with Jennifer too.”

If the Prestons would feel better about letting their kids out at night with me around, they must not have heard too much about me yet. This could work!

When we reached the Preston’s cabin, Mr. Preston greeted us at the door.

“Hi, Mr. Preston. We were wondering if Jennifer and Derek could hang out with us for a while,” I said as sweetly as I could. I gave him a cute coquettish pose, too. I just hoped he couldn’t smell Peter’s cum drying on my thighs or Julie’s pussy juice on my face.

“I guess for a little while, if their mom is fine with it.”

Men were so easy. A pretty naked girl smiling sweetly should be illegal.

Mrs. Preston overheard us, “It’s getting rather late, Carl.”

Jennifer gave her mom a seriously great pleading look. Fuck, that look might even work for me with my mom! She was so gonna have to teach me that one.

Mrs. Preston breathed a deep sigh. She then told Derek and Jennifer, “It’s fine with me, if you’re back by eleven. And I mean eleven tonight, not tomorrow morning!”

“Thanks, Mom,” Jennifer gave her mom a quick hug.

Too cool, I thought. I kicked myself for not hanging out more with Jennifer last year. Every girl should have a cool lesbian friend like her.

Eleven o’clock would give us about an hour and a half to get into some trouble that hopefully no one would discover. I figured we could be fashionably late by about fifteen minutes without getting the Prestons too upset. I didn’t want to push things too much. Algebra was already going to be a bitch. I didn’t need to make the teacher bitchy at me on top of it.

As we were getting ready to leave, Mrs. Preston reminded me, “Melissa, please remember to stop by in the morning for a few minutes.”

I nodded and started walking away with the others. Apparently, she really really wanted to talk to me. That kinda spooked me a little. But I wasn’t going to worry about that until the next morning. I was in my troublemaking mode.

“Thanks for coming to get us,” Jennifer said, shaking me out of my thoughts. “My parents really don’t like us out after dark. So it can get seriously boring around here at night.”

“We’re gonna hang out a whole lot more from now on, chica,” I informed her and grinned. “At night, too.”

She reached over behind me and rubbed my butt. I softly told her, “Someone is feeling adventurous.” She just smiled at me.

I leaned into her, putting my arm around her as we walked. Peter walked next to me and looked at me kinda curious.

“I’ve been so horny since earlier,” she quietly admitted.

I turned my head to whisper in her ear, “We’re gonna have to sneak away from them somehow.”

I wasn’t sure how we were going to do that, but I was determined to look for opportunities. I couldn’t believe how horny for her I was feeling. You’d think I’d just found out how much fun another girl could be.

“Where are your parents?” Jennifer asked.

“Well, it’s just my mom with us this weekend. Daddy’s finishing some big presentation or proposal for his job,” I explained. “The Rayners and Walcotts are hanging out with some friends of theirs. Mom is with them.”

No way could I tell her exactly where they were at, or what they were doing. Not right then anyways. Maybe some day.

I then asked both Jennifer and Derek if their parents ever left them to fend for themselves at night. I was mainly curious why they weren’t at the orgy along with the rest of our parents.

Derek said, “Once in a while, but usually they don’t for very long.”

Their parents must not do too much swinging while at the campground. If they do, they must do it during the day. Of course, their father had scored with my mom that afternoon. I wondered who Mrs. Preston liked to do when her husband was ‘fishing’.

“Your parents are kinda strict?” I asked.

“Not really. They’re mostly pretty cool,” Jennifer replied. “I can usually talk them into letting me do what I want.”

I let Derek and Julie get ahead of us a little. He put his arm around her and Julie rested her head against his shoulder. She seemed to be seriously hooked on him. I hoped for Julie’s sake that Derek felt the same way.

They could not hear us anymore.

“Looks AND skills, I love it.” I said, looking at her admiringly. “We should’ve been hanging out long ago, sister.”

Peter looked at me. He was giving me an incredulous look. Yeah, I was sucking up to her.

“What?” I asked him. He just grinned and shook his head. He had two sisters. He should be used to girls changing their mind quickly.

I guess it looked really odd for me to be sucking up to her when just a little earlier I was ready to completely destroy her life. You have to roll with the changes. You either adapt or become extinct. I picked that up from an animated dinosaur movie when I was little. It was one of those big fuckers who said it to a little fucker. I was all about adapting after I saw that.

******

We checked out the pool first. No one was in it. Everyone who wasn’t at the orgy was either in the hot tubs, or doing karaoke or dancing in the clubhouse. Things were looking rather bleak for us as far as doing something wild.

Then, Derek saved the day.

“I know someplace we can go to party some,” he enthusiastically said.

“Where?” We all asked in unison.

“Someplace I found during the day one time while exploring,” he said. “We need a lantern or flashlight though.”

Jennifer reminded him of one their parents had that belonged to the Rayners.

“Good thinking, Jen,” he said. “I can tell Dad I’m getting it to give to Peter for his parents.”

Derek then whispered something to Peter. He smiled, and whispered something back. They both told us to wait there and they’d be right back.

As he ran off, Jennifer said, “Gawd, I hate being called ‘Jen’.”

“What’s wrong with ‘Jen’, Jen?” I joked. She held her fist up at me. She looked sexy even faking being mad!

“It just sounds stupid,” she replied. “And people make jokes with it, like ‘Jen and Tonic’ and other shit. Don’t you get tired of people calling you ‘Mel’?”

“I don’t really think about it,” I said. “But then you can’t make as many jokes with ‘Mel’ as you can with ‘Jen’.”

“Have you ever been called ‘Mellow Yello’?”

“Too many times. Jamie really thought he was being funny too,” I said. “He also used to call me the cancer one - ‘Melanoma’. That was pretty fucked up.”

“You kicked his ass, didn’t you?” Julie asked with a knowing grin. She apparently remembered me hitting Jamie at the Rayners.

“Yeah, but then I’d get in trouble with Mom,” I said. “Plus he got too big to fight, but he stopped using names like that when his balls finally dropped.”

“I hate being called ‘Jules’,” Julie added. “I have an uncle that always calls me that.”

“I think ‘Jules’ would be cute some of the time,” Jennifer added. “But not around everyone. Maybe like a cutesy name your lover calls you.”

“Yeah,” said Julie. She then giggled as she said, “But Derek better not call me that yet.” We giggled with her.

Julie saw Derek approaching, and ran to meet him along the way.

Jennifer looked at them. “She sure has a crush on him. When she’s over at our house, his door is always closed. I think they are making out, I’m wondering why Mom has never said anything about it.”

She was lost in her thoughts for a minute, and then said, “I think ‘Mel’ is a cuter name than ‘Jen’.”

“I think ‘Jen’ is seriously cute,” I retorted. “I’ll call you ‘Jen’ when you’re being really cute.”

“Okay, you can call me ‘Jen’ if you want, but only because I’m in love with you.”

“Okay ... Jennie Poo,” I grinned, which only incited her to tickle me and playfully slap my butt.

Derek and Julie finally reached us. He brought the lantern ... and binoculars.

“What are you going to do with those?” I asked, really curious now.

“You’ll see,” he said. “Follow me.”

“What about Peter?” I asked.

“He’s gonna meet us along the way,” he said, walking away with Julie at his side.

I looked at Jennifer and shrugged as we headed off for what I hoped would be a fun adventure. Her hand kept squeezing my butt. I liked it.

******

Derek led us away from the clubhouse in the direction of the lake. Maybe he was taking us to the alcove? We would be alone. I was disappointed though. I was hoping he’d found some place I hadn’t.

As we got closer to the lake, we saw Peter waiting on us. He had a small cooler with him.

“I’ve got beer, soda, and a small bottle of Southern Comfort my Dad had stashed,” he said.

My boyfriend is so fucking cool!

“I’ve never drank before,” Jennifer whispered to me. “My parents will kill me!”

“I won’t let you get drunk,” I promised her. “Not too drunk anyways.”

She looked a little scared, but she didn’t chicken out. She was going to grow up fast around me.

“So, where are we going?” I asked.

“This way,” Derek said, as he led us over to an opening in the trees I hadn’t noticed before.

It was a narrow path leading off into the woods. Peter walked behind us with a flashlight he’d also brought. I did my best not to think about stepping on a snake in the dark.

It took us about ten minutes to get to where we were going. Even with the lantern, it was too dark to make out what was so special about where we were.

“Are we just going to sit on the ground?” I asked.

“Look up,” Derek said, which caused Peter to shine the flashlight up as well.

“Too fucking awesome,” Peter said, as we looked up at an old fire lookout tower.

“We’re going to climb that?” Jennifer asked, skeptically.

“There are stairs that you can take up to the top,” Derek explained. “I’ve gone up there during the day a few times. You can see for miles at the top.”

Julie gave him a big hug. “Cool! Party on a tower. Nobody can see us and we can see everybody.”

I actually remembered noticing it off in the distance during the day. I didn’t think it was on the campground though.

“Wouldn’t perverts get up there and spy on the campground?” I asked.

“This is still part of the campground property,” Derek explained. “And the property is fenced. So nobody from the outside could get to the tower too easily. The forestry service used to pay people to sit up in these things to watch for fires. The Meyers never took this tower down after they bought the land.”

Peter ran over to the bottom of the stairs ahead of us. We weren’t far behind though. The stairs led up to an opening in the floor of the enclosed top of the tower.

The climb to the top was a little scary, mainly because it was still rather dark even with the lights we had. And I also quickly remembered that I was scared of heights, unless I was mad and trying to break into my own house. I guess I have selective fear. Mom was always telling Daddy that he has selective hearing.

After we were inside, we all looked out toward the campground.

“This is pretty awesome,” I said. There were plenty of lights on the campground to see things.

Julie agreed, “I’m glad we came here. I’ve never been up this high before. This is so neat.” Derek stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck.

Peter opened the cooler and used a table in the middle of the floor to set the drinks and cups out. I fixed Jennifer a small cup of soda with just a little bit of Southern Comfort. After I handed her the cup, she scrunched her lips for a moment, but then took a sip.

“This stuff is good,” she proclaimed.

Derek grabbed the bottle, and held it up to her mouth, “Drink a little of it straight from the bottle.”

I started to warn her, but decided to let her experience it.

“Fucking Hell!” she said, spitting and looking like she was going to throw up. I held her cup up to her and told her to drink some to get the taste and burn out of her throat. I remembered how Jamie had pulled that on me one time during a New Year’s Eve party at our house.

“Why didn’t you guys warn me?!” she yelled, but she wasn’t mad.

“That wouldn’t be any fun,” Peter said, grinning. I just shrugged at her and smiled.

We stood around drinking, feeling like big shots. We were eighty feet or so in the air, getting drunk. If that wasn’t fucking stupid enough, Peter then pulled out a sealed bag with weed and rolling papers from the cooler.

“Peter, where the hell do you get that stuff?” I asked. “Do you have your own cartel or something?”

“I have friends,” he grinned, while starting to roll a joint.

“If I get busted hanging out with you ...” I started saying, and then watched curiously as he licked the edge of the rolling paper to finish making it. “Will you show me how to roll one?”

He had me hold the paper and talked me through it. I felt so bad ass. Then Jennifer asked if he would also show her. She did a pretty good job, too. Of course, Derek had to roll his own joint, but I got the impression it probably was his first time.

I had this weird feeling of pride in my boyfriend. If he was going to be a drug lord, I at least expected him to know enough so he wouldn’t embarrass me. He did good. He would make a terrific pharmacist some day. But I also knew I needed to talk to him about the drug stuff. If he did get busted, there would probably be a search of his home. If the police discovered Mrs. Rayner’s pictures and videos, we’d all be in serious trouble. I wondered if his parents knew of his stash.

Peter lit up one of the joints and passed it around. Jennifer admitted it was her first time as she tried not to cough.

“I hope my parents don’t notice I’ve been smoking when I get back,” she said, but took another long drag as if she didn’t really care.

Peter said, “Just go to the bathroom and brush your teeth, and put some perfume on to mask any smell. Since you’re naked, you won’t have to worry about them smelling it in your clothes.”

I started to say they’d be able to smell it in her hair, but I didn’t want her freaking out. I’d tell her the really important stuff about how to fool your parents when I had more time. First, I was gonna have to get Peter to tell me. He’s the drug lord here. He should know this stuff. I wondered if his ‘friends’ called him ‘Big Pete’ or something really cool.

After we finished a second joint, I moved over to the side of the tower facing the campground, and looked out. It was difficult to make out anything though. I bet it looked more awesome during the day.

“Here, use these,” Derek told me, handing me the binoculars.

With them, you could see things around the campground really good.

“This is so fucking cool,” I stated, as I looked toward the clubhouse. The binoculars were pretty strong. You could easily see who the people were, and what they were doing.

“Have you ever seen anything interesting while up here?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, as he reached for, and I gave him the binoculars. “I’ve seen a few married people hooking up, but not with their own spouses.”

God I hoped he’d not seen Mom or Daddy before.

“Anyone I’d know?” I asked, a little scared of what his answer might be.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. “But, you know that really buff couple camping not far from you?”

“Yeah, I saw them when we first got here.”

“I see them now. Did you know his wife is cheating on him?”

“With who?” I asked anxiously.

“Have you seen the man with all the hair?”

“No way, dude! Not Wooly Bully!” I exclaimed.

He was chuckling as he said, “Jennifer calls him that too.”

“She has a great looking guy, and she’s fucking around with Gomez Addams’ cousin?” I asked.

“Cousin It?” Julie asked. “I thought he was cool ... or she ... or whatever.”

“I think that’s why it was called Cousin It.” Derek said to her.

“I like ‘Thing’,” I said. I grinned as I added, “He would be really ‘handy’. Every girl should have one.”

“I think my mother has a Thing,” Jennifer said, smiling. “I found it one day in her dresser.”

I looked at her in awe. Did she not know we were talking about ‘The Addams Family’? She had to be seriously high, I figured, to talk about her mom’s sex toys.

Derek laughed and told her, “I hope you washed her ‘thing’ after you got through with it.”

Jennifer punched her brother’s shoulder. Shit, she could hit pretty good. Maybe I was lucky she turned out to be a lesbian instead of a boyfriend poacher. She might’ve kicked my little bisexual butt. I made a mental note to never piss off a lesbian.

“So, what do you see now?” I asked Derek, trying to get everyone to stop picking on Jennifer. I reserved the right to do that. I was the one she was in love with.

“I see the buff lady with her husband,” Derek said. He then eagerly exclaimed, “Holy shit! She just pulled him behind a tree.”

“What are they doing,” Jennifer enthusiastically asked, recovering from her embarrassment quickly. Smoking weed helps with that.

“She’s on her knees sucking him.”

“She’s sucking her husband out in the open?” Julie disbelievingly asked.

“I doubt anyone can see them ... except us,” he grinned. He handed me the binoculars again, “Here, take a look.”

It took me a moment to find them, but there they were.

“He’s not that big,” I noted.

“Wooly Bully is a lot bigger than her husband,” Derek informed me.

“So there is something hiding in the bushes,” Jennifer joked, which got us all laughing hard. It wasn’t that funny, but we were all on a pretty good buzz.

After a few minutes, Peter took the binoculars and looked for something interesting. Jennifer moved behind me and started playing with my butt. I cut my eyes back at her, smiling. I didn’t do anything to stop her though.

“Fuck! I just spotted two guys making out!”

“You would,” Derek said, slamming him. I so adore guys cock fighting in front of girls. It’s just so mature, I sarcastically thought.

Jennifer then took the binoculars to watch the two guys. I decided to come to my boyfriend’s aide by deeply kissing him, making sure Derek saw me being very openly affectionate with him. I wanted him to that see Peter was plenty man enough for me. Actually, I was getting really horny again, so I got to kill two birds.

I then wondered if Derek would joke about two guys making out if he knew his sister was a lesbian. They seemed to be just as close as Jamie and I were. Eventually he was going to find out. I hoped when he did that he wouldn’t be an ass with her.

I ended up back with the binoculars. Remembering where Mom and Jamie were, I easily found the Meyer’s house. Mom, Mrs. Walcott, Jamie, and Mike were on the front porch with some other people. Mom had her arm around Mike, and Jamie had his arm around Mrs. Walcott. The guys were feeling up each other’s mom. They both had erections too, which our moms had a hand on.

I didn’t want the others to see that, so I found another couple making out on a lounge chair at the pool. It wasn’t nearly as interesting as what we’d already seen though, so I put the binoculars down and asked what else everyone wanted to do.

Derek said, “Let’s make out together, swapping partners.”

“Dude, Jennifer is your sister,” I quickly reminded him.

“Oh, yeah. Well, Julie and I can make out while you two make out with Peter,” he said to me. “Then you and Julie can swap guys, with Jennifer staying with Peter.”

It was obvious that Derek really was more interested in fooling around with me, but Peter was okay with it.

Peter said, “I don’t mind if Melissa doesn’t.”

I wasn’t going to be the spoiler, but I also saw the panic on Jennifer’s face. She quickly whispered to me that she was scared her brother or Julie would wonder about her not making out with Peter.

“I’ll do it, but only with the lantern and flashlight off,” I said to everyone. I then whispered to Jennifer to trust me. She was still scared though, but went along with what I was doing.

Julie and Derek moved over to one side of the tower, while we sat on the other. As dark as it was, I could barely make them out. My plan should work.

I whispered to both of them what to do.

“When Julie is with you guys, keep her on one side of you, Peter. Jennifer, you stay on the opposite side of Peter. Julie shouldn’t realize you two aren’t kissing or anything.”

I specifically said to Jennifer, “You have to at least pretend to be kissing Peter while Julie’s with you guys. Just put your faces together ... kiss his cheek ... pretend he’s me or something.”

She still looked a little panicked. I asked her, “He has been a very good friend to you, hasn’t he? Just touch lips. You don’t have to swallow his tongue or anything. Can you do that?”

She nodded.

The three of us started making out, with Jennifer kissing me, while Peter kissed and sucked on my ear and neck. I loved being the one getting both their attention at the same time.

After about five minutes, we swapped. I went over to Derek and started kissing him. He wasn’t a bad kisser. Actually, he was very good. I couldn’t blame Julie for hooking up with him. However, it didn’t take long for him to start playing with my tits. I wondered if Julie would be pissed off about it. Derek then put my hand on his hard cock. It felt really nice and hard. I should’ve moved my hand away, but I just went with it and held it.

He then tried to nudge my head down, indicating he wanted me to suck him. I whispered no, but started stroking his dick. I figured I could blame being high if Julie found out later on. He had a really nice cock. What girl could resist playing with it? Except for Jennifer, of course. She should’ve had a sister.

Then we swapped again. I made out with Peter and Jennifer like before. Since I’d been jerking off Derek, I wanted to at least do it for Peter too. I’d even suck his cock. It’s what a good girlfriend would do.

When I first touch Peter’s dick, I quickly realized it was wet, probably from Julie sucking him. Well fuck, I thought. I’m already playing catch up. So, I went down on him.

I only sucked him for a short time before moving to kiss Jennifer. She wouldn’t though.

She quietly objected, “You just had his thing in your mouth.”

“Damn, girl. You’re hardcore lesbian,” I softly exclaimed. She had a squeamish look on her face. “It’s not poisonous or anything.”

I then reached for a beer that one of them had opened and took a swig, and then pulled her to me and kissed her. She pulled back with a sour face.

“Now you taste like my granddad when he’s been drinking and gives me a kiss.”

I pretended to be insulted, and then joked, “Maybe you’re not a lesbian, but just prefer older men.”

An embarrassed grin quickly appeared. I expected retaliation, but she just grabbed me and kissed me passionately for about a minute. And when I say passionately, I mean just that. It was the way Peter and I kissed. When we separated, I was a little concerned about Peter. What was he thinking about what he’d just witnessed? But as I did sometimes, I forgot that he’s just a horn dog.

“You don’t have to stop on account of me,” he stated. “That was fucking hot to watch.”

“Do you want me to get you off like I just did Derek? I whispered to him, attempting to shock him.

He whispered back in my ear, attempting to shock me more, “Just because your mother fucked me silly doesn’t mean you have to as well.”

It probably was a good thing I was high when he said that, otherwise I might’ve gotten pissed off. All he got for it was a quick tickling of his side.

He then said to me loud enough for Jennifer to hear, “Why don’t you three girls kiss for me and Derek.”

It sounded like a great idea, but I wasn’t high enough to forget that Jennifer might regret doing something like that in front of Derek. Also, neither Julie nor Jennifer knew that the other was into doing girls.

I told him, “Maybe later, horn dog.”

I then heard Jennifer whisper, “Julie’s fucking my brother.”

I guess it wasn’t too dark to see Julie riding on top of Derek’s cock. I wondered if Jennifer was afraid Derek would suggest she fuck Peter. I’d put a stop to that, even if it made me look like a jealous girlfriend. Fortunately, Derek was more interested in fucking his girlfriend. I suspected they didn’t have that many opportunities during the day.

But I did kiss Peter just like I had Jennifer. Her leaning over to suck on my nipple did help make the kiss a little more intense.

Then it was time to swap again. Derek didn’t waste any time with me either. As soon as we started kissing, his fingers were working their way inside my pussy. Of course, I started stroking his cock again. It just seemed like the thing to do at the time.

Derek again tried to get me to go down on him. I refused again. If I wanted to suck him off, I would. I didn’t want him pushing my head down like that. He didn’t take it well either.

“You don’t like cocks?”

I quickly realized the irony, that Derek might come away from this thinking ‘I’ might be a lesbian. He probably suspected that Julie had sucked Peter, so I decided it probably wouldn’t bother Peter if I went down on Derek. The reasoning was probably fucked up, but I was high. It doesn’t have to make sense when you’re high, I figured.

His cock was really wet with Julie’s juices on it. I didn’t taste any sperm, though. I guessed he had gotten Julie off but hadn’t cum yet himself. So he was probably anxious to cum.

Derek seemed to appreciate my efforts, too. He had his hand on my head, pushing his cock into my mouth more urgently. I knew he was about to cum, and started to pull my mouth away. He held my head down though using both hands, and came in my mouth. I was totally pissed off.

I was so tempted to bite his dick, but decided something else would be more appropriate. I acted like I was finished swallowing, and leaned up, wiping my hand across my mouth. I then forced a kiss on him. It surprised him and he didn’t resist at first. But then I pushed my tongue in his mouth still soaked with his sperm, forcing him to taste some of it. He did resist that at first, but then got into the kiss too. I wondered if he would’ve done that if he wasn’t high.

When we broke the kiss, he got a good smirk from me. I might be a little drunk and high, but nobody forces me to do something like that. He knew he fucked up too. But he took his medicine, so I let it go at that.

When I was back with Peter and Jennifer, I asked Peter why he didn’t cum in Julie’s mouth. He said he was saving it for later. I don’t know if he saw me grinning in the dark, but I was glad he was saving a last load for me.

We quickly realized it was getting late. So, we picked up all the evidence of us having been there and stuffed it into the cooler. The walk down from the top was actually more intimidating than going up. If Derek got us killed on this adventure, I was never going to speak to him again. Once we were down, we made our way back down the same path. The walk seemed to help us sober up a little too.

We walked with Jennifer and Derek back to their cabin. It was about ten after eleven. Not too bad, I thought. The Prestons didn’t act upset when we got there.

As we were getting ready to leave, Jennifer came back outside and caught up with me, grabbing my arm.

“Thanks for coming to get me tonight,” she said, looking very happy. “It was fun hanging out with you.”

“We’re gonna hang out a whole lot more as soon as we get back home.”

I hugged her. God, I was still horny. Lesbians must give off some really cool pheromones or something.

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun together from now on,” I said, winking at her. I started to kiss her, but saw her mom standing in the entrance to the cabin, and thought better of it. Instead, I told her I would talk with her the next day. I then ran and caught up with Peter and Julie.

******

The three of us weren’t ready to call it a night yet. Peter wanted to sit in the hot tub a while, Julie and I went with him. As soon as I got close enough, I spotted Mr. Pervert. There was a woman sitting with him this time though.

I quickly reminded him who the man in the hot tub was.

“That’s the guy, Peter,” I softly said.

“The guy you told the Walcotts about last night?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“What was all that about?” he asked me.

“What’s going on?” Julie asked, interrupting before I could say anything else.

“That man sitting on the other side was here last night ...”

“Oh, that’s Mr. Pervitt and his wife,” Julie stated, surprising me that she knew who they were. “They hang out with my parents sometimes when we’re here. Don’t worry, they’re cool.”

As we stepped down into the hot tub, the Pervitts immediately recognized Julie ... and me.

“Hi, Julie,” they both said to her. They hadn’t forgotten me either, “Hi, Melissa.”

“It’s great to see our new friend again. Isn’t it, Tom?” Mrs. Pervitt asked her husband, smiling knowingly at him.

I was certain I was blushing. Mrs. Pervitt then said to me, “Melissa, we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Nancy.”

“Nice to meet you,” I politely replied, knowing it really was my second encounter with her.

Mrs. Pervitt then said, “And hi to you too, Peter. We didn’t mean to leave you out.”

Peter said hello back. I cut my eyes at him. He hadn’t mentioned that he knew them. What was up with that?

I quietly asked him, “You know them?”

He whispered back, “No. Well, not really. Mom introduced them to me one time is all.”

Julie talked with both of them for a short time. I was feeling rather sheepish knowing that Mrs. Pervitt knew I’d been showing off for her husband.

“Why don’t we all go back to our cabin for a little while?” Mr. Pervitt asked. “I still have Peter’s father’s lantern I need to get back to him from earlier in the summer.”

“That’s a great idea, Tom,” his wife replied. “We hope you’ll come too, Melissa.”

“Sure,” I skittishly replied, wondering where all this was leading. It couldn’t be just about a frickin’ lantern either. I was game though. And Julie had said they were cool. Being a little high still probably helped me to agree.

After we reached their cabin and went inside, Mr. Pervitt went out back to get the lantern.

After he walked back in, he said, “Thank your father again for us for letting us borrow it back in June. We usually rent a cabin, but we decided at the last minute to come and forgot to bring one with our tent.

“Can I get everyone something to drink?” Mrs. Pervitt asked. I decided to be nice and followed her to help fix us cups of soda. She was glad I had.

“Is this your first time camping here?”

“Yeah,” I answered, “I just found out about this nudist stuff this summer.”

“Do you like it? Some girls your age would be really uncomfortable showing their naked bodies to all kinds of people of all ages.”

“I think it is a lot of fun,” I looked at her, “It was fun showing off for your husband, even in the shower with my mom.”

She laughed. “He was so turned on when he came back to the cabin this morning. We made love all morning, almost up to the time when you came to our cabin.” She chuckled. “I hadn’t even had a chance to clean up.”

I blushed.

“Did I embarrass you? If I did, I’m sorry.”

We had finished pouring the sodas. “No, but I am still getting used to grown-ups talking to me so openly.”

After we handed everyone their cup, I sat back down next to Peter.

“Thank you, Melissa, for helping with the drinks,” she said. Then she added “... and for getting my husband in a great mood last night ... and this morning, too.” She then winked at me. I was totally embarrassed.

“What happened?” Julie asked. I could’ve strangled her!

“Yeah, what happened?” Peter asked as well. I was ready to kill my boyfriend too. And how the hell did he completely miss the show I was giving last night?!

Mrs. Pervitt repeated what her husband had told her I done in the hot tub the previous night. I was still surprised she wasn’t pissed with me at least a little.

“Show your friends what you did, Melissa,” Mr. Pervitt challenged. His wife added, “I’d love to see what I missed.”

“Well, at first I sorta showed off my ...” I froze, and instead of saying tits, I just looked down at them and quickly pointed at them, and turned away blushing. I was staring right at Peter, who seemed to be reveling in my predicament. Julie was grinning. So much for my supportive pact!

“What did you do then with your tits,” Mrs. Pervitt eagerly asked.

I quickly realized what she and her husband wanted. I was still high enough to do it too.

“Well, first I pretended I had stuff on my boobs and playfully touched them like I was brushing them off,” I said, doing exactly that. “Then I cupped them with my hands a few times, squeezing them a little.”

“You look so sexy doing that,” Mrs. Pervitt said. “I wish I’d been there!”

I smiled appreciatively. I was hoping though that she wouldn’t ask me to repeat what I’d done with my mom that morning for her.

She then asked, “What was Peter doing?”

I cringed a little. I wondered if Mr. Pervitt had figured out he’d been fingering me while I’d given him a titty show.

“His hand was busy,” I shyly said.

“Was he touching your pussy?” she intently asked. I’m not sure why, but I was a little surprised she asked that. I pretty much knew then that things were about to get more interesting.

“He was playing with it, pushing his finger inside me.”

She turned to her husband, “You were right, dear.”

Mr. Pervitt wasn’t really paying attention to her. His cock had quickly gotten hard watching me repeat what I’d done for him the previous night. I was quickly feeling less embarrassed.

I smiled, and continued, “I moved up so that I was sitting on the edge of the tub, and kept my legs open, like this ...” I said, spreading my legs open wider.

Both of the Pervitts were staring straight at my pussy.

“I then started also rubbing the inside of my thighs close to ...” I paused, still a little too shy to actually speak so explicitly in front of them. But I did start rubbing close to my pussy, which caused my lips to spread open.

“You can say ‘pussy’, dear,” Mrs. Pervitt said. “It’s a very lovely one too. Tom said he was slowly stroking his cock while looking at it.”

She looked at her husband, “Show her what you did, Tom.”

He seemed happy to be able to grab his shaft and begin masturbating in front of all of us.

I then said, while also demonstrating, “I also stretched my arms while pushing out my chest so that my little boobies stuck out as much as possible.”

“You have beautiful boobies, honey,” she said, her voice revealing just how horny she was, too.

I glanced over at Julie. She had her legs spread wide, with her hand between them. I was then sure that she knew this couple a whole lot better than me.

Looking back at Peter, he had his hand on his cock too. He smiled a little sheepishly at me. With everything going on around me, I felt emboldened to be more daring.

“Then Peter and I left the hot tub,” I stood up and turned around. “I made sure Mr. Pervitt got a great view of my little butt.”

“Tom mentioned just how sexy your butt was,” Mrs. Pervitt said. “We both stared at it this morning too. Would you mind if we got a closer look?”

I looked at Peter, searching his face to make sure it was okay with him. He nodded, and I walked over and stood with my back to the Pervitts.

“It looks so firm and sexy,” she admired. “May we touch it, Melissa? Oh, where are my manners! Peter, would you mind if we touch your girlfriend?”

“I don’t mind,” he struggled to say. He was just as caught up in the moment as me.

Then I felt a hand on each of my butt cheeks. Another hand gently pushed on my back. I got the hint and bent over. They both rubbed and squeezed, enjoying playing with my ass. They let fingers slip at times, touching my pussy lips and my butthole.

“Julie likes her little butt spanked,” Mrs. Pervitt stated, shocking me. “Don’t you, Julie?”

Julie nodded her head.

“Come over here and let’s show Melissa what you like,” she told her. “Melissa, why don’t you and Peter sit on the floor and watch.”

Peter joined me sitting on the floor within a few feet of the Pervitts. Julie walked over and stood between them, her face beet red. She turned so she was standing sideways to them. Mr. Pervitt moved his hand over one of her tits, squeezing it, and then playing with her nipple. Peter reached for one of mine, doing the same.

Mrs. Pervitt was rubbing all over Julie’s ass. She then asked Julie to lie across her husband’s lap, and then she really surprised me and Peter.

SLAP!

Mrs. Pervitt popped Julie’s butt firmly, causing her to jump slightly. Her eyes were closed tightly, her lips firmly pressed together. She left her hand on the spot she’s spanked, rubbing it gently.

SLAP!

She spanked her again, repeating the same thing afterward as well. Apparently, the Pervitts were a part of Julie’s spanking secret. The spanking must have hurt, but there was no sound from Julie whatsoever. But the color of her face had turned from crimson to very pale. I figured she was fighting tears.

SLAP!

Mr. Pervitt wasn’t being a spectator. He was busy rubbing his hand between Julie’s butt cheeks, pausing to finger her asshole while she got her butt cheeks wailed on by his wife.

“Melissa, sweetie. It’s not polite to just leave your boyfriend sitting there with a hard-on,” Mrs. Pervitt said a little sternly. “If you don’t start behaving, I may have to spank you too.”

I bit my lip, and looked at Peter. He looked down at the hard pole between his legs. I grabbed it and stroked slowly, looking back toward Julie.

“Julie, show Melissa what to do with a hard cock.”

Julie looked at me blushing, and then slipped up so that she was straddling Mr. Pervitt’s lap, facing him. Mrs. Pervitt grabbed her husband’s dick, and held it as Julie sat down on it, taking it all the way inside her. The spanking must have made her really wet. His cock glistened with her juices after only a few strokes into her pussy.

Mrs. Pervitt then stood up and stepped closer to us. She got down on her knees beside me, and asked, “Would you mind if I fucked your boyfriend?”

How was I to refuse? She’d asked so nicely. I nodded to her and moved away from Peter.

“Don’t go anywhere, Melissa,” she said. “I’m not going to leave you out.”

She then lowered herself so she was on her hands and knees. Peter moved so he could fuck her doggie style.

“Lay down in front of me, sweetie, so I can lick that beautiful pussy.”

We all stayed like that for a short time. While Peter fucked Mrs. Pervitt, she did a great job of bringing me off, licking both my pussy and my asshole as she pushed my legs forward.

She then surprised me when she asked, “Would you like to fuck Tom?”

I didn’t respond at first. This was getting weird. She wanted me to fuck Peeping Tom Pervert?

“I don’t think Julie will mind,” she told me. “Tom pretended I was you earlier today when he fucked me. He’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t get to fuck you in person.”

I smiled as I got up off the floor. Julie had heard us and swapped places with me.

Mr. Pervitt moaned loudly as I sat down on his cock.

“I’ve been wanting to get inside you since last night,” he said as he rutted up into me.

He played with my tits some while I rode him. His hands moved to grab my butt, fucking into me more urgently. He then grunted as his cock jerked inside of me, spurting his load. He must have saved himself all day because I got a lot. When he was finally finished cumming, I laid my head on his shoulder. I was able to rest a moment while looking back to watch Peter fuck Mrs. Pervitt. Before long, he was cumming inside of her as she kept licking Julie’s pussy,

So much for saving a last load for me, I thought. He’d been a good boyfriend though. I probably got Mr. Pervitt’s last load of the night anyways. It seemed like an even swap.

We all realized it was about midnight. We said our goodnights and headed back toward the clubhouse. I promised the Pervitts I’d visit them the next time we were all camping together.

Walking away from their cabin I looked at Julie. She blushed and shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to talk about what we had seen. She looked towards the ground. Peter also sensed that it was best to be quiet. I liked that that he picked up when to shut up. He was smart like that.

We headed for the showers to get cleaned up. It was pretty late, and I wanted to get back to my tent before Mom and Jamie. We fooled around a little bit in the shower while washing, but we quickly finished up and walked back to our tents.

******

When we reached our tents, Pam and Mike were back with Mr. and Mrs. Walcott. Julie joined all of them in the Walcott’s tent. They invited Peter and I, but I wanted some alone time with Peter before Mom and Jamie got back. I wondered if the Walcotts would continue the orgy in their tent or if they were all fucked out.

We sat down together near the front of the tent so I could keep an eye out for my family. We both were rather tired, so we ended up mostly talking. There were quite a few things I wanted to learn about Peter. I’m sure he felt the same about me, especially after the past few days.

“I’m glad you came this weekend,” Peter said, holding my hand. “I’m also glad this whole thing with Jennifer is over with.”

“I’m glad you’re now my boyfriend,” I said, looking at him adoringly.

“I really didn’t think you’d ever wanted me to be ...”

“Honestly, I never thought of you that way ... until you asked to come over that day you asked me out on a date,” I said. “Then I started realizing how much you’d changed, that you weren’t just Pam’s little kid brother anymore.”

“So, if I’d been older, would you have thought differently?”

“Maybe, but who knows,” I said.

“I’m not that much younger than you,” he noted. “You’re only a little over four months older than me.”

To me, he’d always been Pam’s little brother. He was right though. I’d always thought of him as a year younger. He was just eleven months younger than Pam, not me. I really felt stupid for the way I’d thought about him. I guess I was a pretty stuck up snob to some people. I shivered as I thought about being like Becky. She was the snob. I planned to be different from here on out.

I said, “It’s probably better that it worked out the way it did. I guess I was just being a ... dork.”

“You’re the most beautiful dork in the world then.”

I scrunched my lips and snorted. I then reached up and rubbed his cheek.

“I just feel stupid about everything,” I softly said.

“This weekend wouldn’t have ever happened,” he said, grinning.

I laughed a little. “It has been a crazy weekend,” I said. “We’re together. I know about Jennifer. I’ve learned a lot about my mom, and we’re a lot closer now, too.”

“Your mom is really cool,” Peter said. “You two have a lot in common.”

“Like what?” I asked him. My interest was up.

“You both really care about the people around you. You’re wild, but not out of control.”

I cleared my throat and snickered, “I don’t know about not being out of control.”

“You can get a little crazy for sure,” he said, smiling.

“I can get a lot crazy, Peter,” I grinned. “I know that I can be too daring for my own good.”

Thinking about it, I guess I had that in common with Mom, especially when she was in college.

“Why do you think you’re too daring?” he asked. “I think it’s part of what makes you so much fun to be around.”

“I guess you’re used to daring, especially living with your mom.”

“You think my mom is more daring than you?”

“Peter, it’s no contest,” I asserted. “I’ve done some things with your mom. She’s a crazy woman, and I mean that in a good way.”

“Like what?”

“Like what what?” I asked back.

“What have you done with my mom that is crazy?”

“Well, remember the day Sarah, Pam and I came over and you were in the backyard going down on Penny?”

“Yeah, it was the first time I fucked Pam ... and the first time you gave me a blowjob.”

“A day to remember, huh?” I teased.

“I also wanted to fuck you so bad that day.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I said. “It wouldn’t have been as special as the night when you did.”

“But you were pretty wasted that night.”

“Maybe, but I wasn’t too wasted to notice and remember how sweet you were to me.”

“I guess I wasn’t very sweet that day in the backyard then.”

I rolled my eyes at him. Boys! I playfully punched his arm.

“I didn’t say that. And I didn’t mean that either. You’d just fucked your sister. But something else had happened that freaked me out that day ...” I said, cringing knowing I was taking a chance with what I was about to tell him.

“What was that?” he asked, his curiosity obviously piqued.

“Well, something happened with your mom that day ...” I started out, waiting to see his reaction. I definitely had his attention.

“Remember we went inside to shower ... and I was the odd one out?”

“Yeah?”

“I went upstairs to your parents shower ... and I discovered something ...”

“What?” he asked, anxiously.

“Your mom and Mrs. Clark.”

“Seriously?” he asked, rather surprised. I was surprised that he was surprised.

“Yeah. They’d been in the house for some time,” I said. “They got there after me, Sarah, and Pam showed up. They were taking pictures and videos of us in the backyard through the windows.”

“That’s my mother,” Peter indifferently stated. I laughed at him. He didn’t seem too surprised at all.

“Well, later on, your mom came by my house while I was there alone with Mrs. Clark. We ended up having a threesome after your mom showed me some of the pictures from earlier.”

I looked at him hoping he’d be alright with it. He seemed to recognize that I was a little worried.

“That’s cool,” he said. “It’s not like I haven’t done things secretly with your mom.”

We were quiet for a minute, staring off into the darkness. We’d both had sex with the other’s mother. And we had told each other about it. It was not the normal teenager subject of discussion. But then, what was normal about us? I did like very much being able to talk to him openly.

“You know, Peter,” I started. “I hope we can feel like we can tell each other anything.”

He nodded.

“I mean, what’s the point of being a couple, if we can’t be open with each other about things we’ve done, or want to do.”

He looked down for a moment, lost in his thoughts. I started to worry if maybe I was pushing him a little too much.

“Mel, remember what we were talking about earlier? About the time I had sex with your mom at your house?”

“Yeah.” I stated, curious where this might be going.

“Something else happened that day,” he said. “You asked if your mom was at the Clarks during the blindfold game. I didn’t need to see the video to know that.”

“Mom told you?”

“I was there with her.”

“You were in the bedroom with me during the blindfold game?!” I reacted, wide-eyed.

“I was the one licking and fingering your pussy at first,” he admitted.

I really didn’t know how to feel about his admission. My eyes were bugging out. He really threw me for a loop. I had suspected another female, specifically Mrs. Rayner, but not Peter. I wasn’t mad, but I suddenly felt quite vulnerable. If the Clarks and Mom had included Peter in the stuff they did with me, who else might they have as well?

“Are you mad?” he asked me. I guess my silence made him think that. Plus the whole bug eyes thing.

“Mad? No. I knew it could’ve been anyone. I just never expected you to be part of all of that is all, I thought it was your mother,” I explained. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was afraid you’d be pissed,” he said. “And after everything that happened with Jennifer today, I didn’t want to take that chance.”

“But you’re taking a chance now,” I noted. “Why?”

“Because, like you said, if we can’t talk to each other about things, then what’s the point of being a couple.”

I took his hand in mine again and leaned against him. “Thanks for telling me. I’m not mad, just really surprised.”

I then asked the next obvious question, “How did you end up in the Clark’s bedroom?”

He seemed to tense up again.

“Peter, I swear I won’t get upset or mad at you,” I reassured him. “I played the game willingly. I knew anyone could be there. I had a blast.”

He smiled at my admission. I then told him, “I’m glad you were the one. I’m just curious how you ended up there.”

“Well, your mom asked if I wanted to spend the afternoon with her at your house,” he said. “Who wouldn’t?”

I smiled at him. I couldn’t imagine any boy turning down an invitation to fuck my mother. I’m not blind. My mom is hot as fuck. And she’d had sex with Peter before.

“She came by my house to pick me up,” he explained. “But then she told me about the blindfold game the Clarks were planning to do with you if things worked out. She asked if I wanted to go with her and be a part of the game.”

“And you said sure,” I interrupted, smiling at him.

“I told her I did. What I didn’t tell her is that it was because of the chance to be around you ... and maybe getting to do something with you.”

“You wanted to take advantage of me blindfolded and tied up?” I asked, feigning indignation.

He shrugged, and skittishly smiled. “I would’ve liked to have fucked you, but your mom said no because you weren’t on the pill then.”

I sorta smirked at him.

“It’s cool,” I sincerely said. “Now that I know, I’m glad you were there.”

I kissed him tenderly just so he knew I meant it.

Peter continued, “So, we were at your house waiting on the Clarks to call to let her know if you’d agreed to play the game. We didn’t have to wait long.”

“Hey, I’m a slut.” I shrugged.

“No, you’re not,” he strongly disagreed. He was full of shit, but he knew the right things to say to me.

It felt weird listening to him talking about how my mom had included him. I so wanted to be mad at her, but she’d obviously wanted to be in on the game with me. I found myself feeling glad about it, too.

“When your mom and I got there, we stripped naked downstairs,” he explained. “When we came into the bedroom, you were already tied to the bed.”

“I’m sure I looked silly,” I said, weakly smiling.

“You looked incredibly hot tied like you were,” he asserted. “Mr. Clark was already hard as a rock.”

“I was already wet too,” I shyly admitted. I then asked, “Mom really didn’t touch me at all?”

“No, but she was really turned on by everything,” Peter said. “My mother tried to nudge her into touching you, but she would just shake her head no.”

At the time, I probably would’ve freaked out if Mom had done anything with me. But after earlier in the shower, I was kinda disappointed she hadn’t.

“So then what happened?” I asked.

“Pretty much what you probably remember, and what I told you earlier,” he stated. “We left before they took your blindfold off. I don’t know what happened with you after that.”

“Mrs. Clark had been rather insistent about me taking a shower,” I said. “I now know why.”

“You’re sure you’re cool with everything? Especially with your mom being there?”

“More than sure,” I stated. “And I’m glad you told me.”

I pushed him onto his back and lay next to him with my head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close.

“Did you go straight back to my house with Mom?”

“We didn’t leave right away. Mr. Clark told us to wait and he’d burn the video to a disc for your mom to have.”

“So that’s why Mrs. Clark wasn’t in a hurry to finish our shower.”

“He was still naked when he gave your Mom the disc,” he said. “I figured he and Mrs. Clark were planning to do more with you after we left.”

“He was dressed when I came out of the bathroom,” I told him. “They were expecting Sarah’s grandfather to drop her off. Remember, I was spending the night with Sarah.”

He nodded.

I then asked, “When was the first time you ever did anything with my mom?”

“It was right here, last summer.”

“In this tent?”

“Yep, and at this campground.”

“Ah, it had to be one of the times I was sent off to the kennel to be watched and feed.”

“You were at your grandparents,” he informed me. “In fact, you’d asked your parents if you could spend the week with them.”

“I’m so accommodating like that,” I sarcastically replied. “I must’ve sensed my parents wanted to ditch me to go have fun ... for a whole fucking week.”

“Mel, you know it wasn’t like that,” he challenged me. I was being childish. It’s one of the things I did best.

“I know ...” I admitted. “It really sucks they didn’t think they could include me.”

“You used to go to your grandparents a lot,” he noted.

“My grandparents are cool,” I said. “I’ve missed staying with them this summer. There’s just been so much going on ...”

Actually, there hadn’t been. I was just so caught up in all the sex that I hadn’t thought much about them. I knew I needed to try to stay with them at least one weekend before school started back.

I then asked Peter, “So, what happened between you and Mom here last year?”

“We were here last year on my birthday,” he said.

“I know your birthday is in August ...” I felt awkward that I hadn’t already found it out, but we had just become a couple the day before ... and almost broken up over a lesbian. His birthday just hadn’t been high up on my list of things to worry about ... until now.

“It’s the first of August.”

Ah, fuck! What were the odds of it being August 1? I did a quick calculation in my head and realized his birthday was going to be the upcoming Tuesday.

“Your birthday is this coming Tuesday?” I asked.

Today was July 29. I had two days to come up with the coolest birthday present a boy ever got from his girlfriend. I was gonna have to sweet talk my parents into several advances on my allowance, which meant I’d be on laundry duty for the rest of my life.

“Yeah, it was on a Monday last year,” he said. “Yours is March 22. It was on a Tuesday this year.”

I was embarrassed. I bet he probably knew what time I was born as well as my birth weight. All I knew was his birthday was ‘sometime in August’. I felt so unworthy.

He then said, “It was during the week we stayed here last August.”

“So you had a nudist camping birthday last year?”

“Uh huh.”

“And my mother gave you a special birthday present, I suppose?”

He nodded and blushed.

“Why are you blushing, Peter? It’s not like I didn’t know you two have fucked.”

“It was my first time ...”

“You lost your virginity to my mother on your birthday?”

“She said it was my birthday present.”

What do you get your first boyfriend for a present after your mom gave him his first pussy the previous year? I knew I had to top that somehow. I thought back to my birthday back in March. My parents gave me my first iPod. Peter got laid for the first time. The iPod was pretty cool though. If nothing else, my parents did give really neat birthday presents.

“Are you mad?” he asked, after I hadn’t said anything.

“No, it’s cool,” I assured him. “Will you tell me about it?

“I was just sitting around doing nothing when she took my hand and pulled me into the tent. She said she wanted to spend a little time with me on my birthday.”

“What all did you do together? Besides fucking, I mean.”

“She had me touch her some,” he said, looking closely at me.

I nodded for him to continue.

“At first I wasn’t sure what she’d let me do, but then she took my hand and moved it to her pussy. After that, I touched her however and wherever I wanted.”

“Is that all you did to her?”

“She then went down on me, and sucked me until I came in her mouth.”

I couldn’t help but remember the birthday blowjob I gave to Mr. Clark. Like mother, like daughter.

“Cool,” I said. “Was it your first blowjob?” I figured Mom blew him first so that he would last more than a few seconds in her pussy.

“No. I’d fooled around with my sisters and their friends. It was the first time I came in someone’s mouth though.”

“Sounds like a fun birthday,” I deadpanned. I then smiled at him. I knew he would stop telling me stuff if he thought I was getting mad. I was actually getting rather horny again listening to him.

He then said, “At first, she mainly wanted to kiss me while she rubbed my cock. Finally though, she licked and sucked me some. It felt great.”

“I wanna do what she did,” I said, biting my lip.

I moved between his legs and started licking his cock.

“Yeah, like that,” he groaned. “She also swirled her tongue around the tip while she held it in her hand.”

“You liked that, huh?” I grinned, doing what my mom had done.

“Fuck yeah. It feels really great,” he said.

“So my Mom has got skills?” I said, grinning.

“Yeah, lots of skills,” he replied. I was sure she had rocked his world.

He then told me, “Now, lift my legs up some, and lick my asshole.”

“My mother licked your ass?!”

“She didn’t just lick it. She practically fucked my asshole with her tongue.”

Wow, I thought. She licked my boyfriend’s butthole long before I ever had a chance. I was determined to show him I was just as good as she was though.

I began by lightly licking up and down his butt crack. Then I focused the tip of my tongue on his puckered hole, swabbing his asshole firmly. I was trying to push my tongue into his butt.

“God, Mel. That feels awesome,” he moaned as my tongue pushed just past his opening. I’d never actually had my tongue inside an ass before. I felt so fucking nasty doing it, too.

After fucking his butt with my tongue for a short time, I asked, “Did you return the favor?”

“Yeah. It really freaked me out putting my tongue on her asshole, but it was such a turn on to be licking her like that too.”

“Well?” I asked expectantly.

He quickly got the hint and moments later, my legs were up in the air as he tongue fucked my butt. He finished me off by licking my clit while he finger fucked my ass. I was so going to have to let him put his cock in my ass soon. Then it dawned on me just what I was going to give him for his birthday. Well, at least one of his presents.

After we crashed beside each other again, I asked, “I’m surprised you didn’t really freak out when Mom first licked your butthole.”

“She asked me if it was my first time, which it was. But I told her I’d seen it being done before then.”

“Yeah? By who?”

“I’d seen my dad doing it with Penny a few months before that,” he admitted.

I was surprised they’d let him see something like that.

He then asked, “Who was the first to do you?”

“Jamie. He’s pretty good at it too,” I said, feeling proud of my brother.

“I guess I better get on my game then,” he said.

“So ... have you ever fucked a girl’s butt?”

“Not yet,” he said, looking at me expectantly.

“Down, boy!” I joked, and he tickled me. I then looked at him looking at me. “Maybe sometime soon,” I said with a cute smile. He then kissed me, which was really sweet. He knew when not to push me.

“So, were there any other firsts on your last birthday?” I asked.

“The first time I licked a pussy was with your mom that same day.”

“I supposed she told you what to do?”

“Yeah. It was sorta freaky at first, but then I got into it and liked doing it to her, especially after she came.”

“Too cool,” I stated. “Then you fucked her?”

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s had better too.”

I grimaced. I was sure he probably came rather quickly.

“You didn’t last long?” I tenderly asked.

“Probably a few minutes.”

“It’s cool, Peter. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure every twelve year old boy would cum really fast,” I said, trying to pump up his ego. “I doubt there are many that can fuck anywhere as good as you can now.”

That seemed to do the trick. I could see his chest puff out as soon as I said it.

He then said, “We fucked a few days later in my parents’ tent while your dad was taking a nap in this one.”

“Was Daddy recovering from something?”

“Yeah ... from my mom earlier that afternoon,” he said. “She fell asleep with him.”

I sorta rolled my eyes while smiling.

I then told him some things about losing my virginity, “My first was almost Jamie. He certainly wanted to. But I wasn’t on the pill.”

“Who was your first?” he asked.

“Mr. Clark,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed like he had.

“That’s cool. I wish I had been though.”

“You get the benefit of experience though,” I reminded him while nudging him as well. “And so do I. Mom was a great teacher.”

He blushed, which was too cute.

“Peter ... when was the first time you fucked my mom in my house? Was it that day you and your parents were in Mom’s bedroom?”

“It was the same afternoon as your blindfold game. When we got back to your house, your mom took me to her bedroom. We fucked several times before your dad got home.”

“Daddy was cool with you fucking her in their bed?”

“Yeah, we were still fooling around when he went to take a shower to get ready to go out later that night.”

“So no double teaming my mom?”

“Nope.”

“That is so wild,” I said. “Did you watch the video of me while you fucked her?”

“Yeah. Your mom couldn’t take her eyes away from it. She played it again for your dad when he was out of the shower. Your dad took his cock out and played with it some.”

“Seriously? While watching me?”

He nodded, “Your mom then watched it again while playing it for my parents.”

“Were you fucking mom then too?”

“It was my third time cumming. Mom wanted to watch me cum while fucking your mom.”

“Peter, I mean this in a cool way, but your mom is too freaky.”

“I know. I’d been worried that you wouldn’t want to be my girlfriend if you knew just how wild both my parents are.”

“I’m not that easily scared, mister.”

“I’m glad,” he said cuddling me in his arms.

I then realized it was getting really late and Mom could be back anytime with Jamie. I shooed Peter to his tent, telling him I wanted to be alone with them when they arrived. He understood and kissed me goodnight.

“Good night, girlfriend.” He smiled at me, but he looked pretty tired.

“Good night, boyfriend. See you in the morning.”

******

I woke up to the sound of Mom and Jamie stumbling into the tent. I suspected I’d been asleep for about an hour or so. I’d been so tired after Peter left that I dozed off in the dim light of the lantern while just sitting and waiting on them. Jamie was right behind Mom. His cock was in the tent before the rest of his body was. His cock was still so hard that it was sticking straight out. He had everything he needed right then if he wanted to go into pole vaulting.

It was also very obvious that both of them were still feeling the affects of the drugs, the weed and the booze. They were both unsteady on their feet, weaving like tall grass in the wind. And of course, Jamie was still very much affected by another drug.

“Hi, little sis,” Jamie said, his speech slurring just a little. He dropped down on his back on the other air mattress. I was amazed that he still had a hard-on. I figured he’d have been fucked out hours ago.

“Melissa,” Mom started saying before pausing to look at me closer. She was swaying from side to side and apparently her eyes were not really focusing. I wondered if she had to make sure that it really was me and that she was in the right tent. Had they accidentally been in somebody else’s?

“I need your help.” Her speech was slurred just like Jamie’s.

What the ... What could she possibly need my help for?

“Jamie took something earlier ... at a party ...” she said before pausing.

I just stared at her, waiting her out.

“He took a Viagra ... with some other men at the party ... while everyone was getting high ...”

“Mom, it was an orgy, not just a party.”

“How do you know?” she asked, looking at me as sternly as she could while being high.

“Because of all the fucking going on,” I stated, which surprised her.

“I didn’t know you were there ...” she again started, before focusing on the resulting problem. “He’s got a hard-on that won’t go away. Could you help him get rid of it?”

I was pissed. Mom was totally wasted and Jamie not far behind. They had not invited me to the ‘party’, had gotten shitfaced, and themselves into a real problem. And now they wanted help from me, the very same one they had excluded. What the hell?

Jamie was smiling at me. Mom’s eyes were pleading with me.

“You didn’t want me at the party, but now you want me to fix your problem?”

“Yeah, if you can get him to cum, it might help. Please, Melissa?” she asked. “Can you try sucking him first?”

“Mom!”

“Just do it, Mel,” she said, which totally surprised me. She’d never ever called me Mel. Always Melissa.

Even as tired as I was, I realized quickly that if we couldn’t get Jamie to lose his erection, someone was going to have to take him to the hospital. We couldn’t afford some busy body snooping around at home to find out why a 15 year old boy had taken a Viagra. Everything could unravel, and in a very bad way. All the adults would probably end up in jail. No telling where I’d end up.

I felt like the only responsible person among all of us, even after everything I’d done earlier. My being the only responsible one couldn’t be a good thing. Maybe I’d earn some brownie points by coming to the rescue. But I would make sure in the morning that they’d know that I’d saved at least Mom’s and Jamie’s ass. They would owe me.

So, I crawled over and started sucking him.

“That’s it, baby girl. Suck it, honey.”

Mom cheering me on was really freaking me out, but I kept at it. His cock tasted awful. It would’ve been nice if he’d cleaned it first. I could only guess how many pussies and sperm deposits I tasted when I’d first put it in my mouth. I was getting the heebie jeebies just thinking about it. I hoped I wouldn’t catch the plague or something worse from it. Orgy cooties probably weren’t ranked too far below public bathroom cooties.

His cock was rock hard. The more I sucked, the more I realized he wasn’t going to cum very easily. I used my hand to stroke the base while I worked on the sensitive underside. That generated some moans, but no cum.

“You’re gonna have to fuck him, baby.”

I looked at her incredulously.

“I’m too sore to fuck him,” she complained. Was she admitting something to me?

“Oh, I see. Get Melissa to do the dirty work,” I sarcastically said to her. “By the way, I’m also a little sore too.”

She didn’t say anything. I wasn’t even sure my complaint registered in her fogged up brain.

I decided there wasn’t any point in talking about it then. So, I straddled him and reached between my legs to get him lined up. I was surprised when I touched Mom’s hand. She was going to put his cock in me. I wondered if she’d remember doing it in the morning.

I then felt her hand on my butt, urging me to lower myself onto his cock.

As the head of his cock touched my pussy, Mom said, “Wait.”

Then I was surprised when I felt two fingers slide inside me, causing me to lift up. She then patted my butt, and said, “Just making sure you were ready, sweetie. His cock is bigger than ever right now.”

How was I supposed to get ready? Did she think sucking a rank cock and shoving a couple of her fingers in my cunt would get me all wet? Well, it probably would. At least I hoped so. Otherwise I was gonna be really sore tomorrow.

I finally lowered my butt down, taking him deep inside my pussy. He went in easier than I expected. I began to rapidly ride his stiff shaft. I was horny, but I was tired too. I wanted to get this over with. Mom was right as well, he felt bigger than ever inside me.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck him good,” she said. Then I felt her hand on my ass again. Did she think she had to guide me so that I didn’t fall off?

Jamie began lifting his hips to meet my downward motions.

“Keep fucking him like that, Mel,” she huskily said. Her hand was now rubbing my ass cheek. “I hope he’ll be cumming soon.”

She had to be really freaking out about giving him a Viagra. She was gonna owe me big time. Her hand rubbing my ass was feeling really great though. Maybe I’d make her give me butt massages for a month.

Then I felt something I never in my life expected to ever feel. My mother’s tongue was attempting to lick my asshole. It caused me to stop fucking him, which seemed to encourage her to seriously lick and probe my little asshole with her tongue.

Jamie asked, “Why did you stop?”

“Mom’s licking my butthole,” I said huskily.

“Cool,” he said, like it wasn’t a big deal. He was still blasted out of his mind.

Then Mom was lifting me up until Jamie’s cock slipped out of me. I turned enough so I could see what the fuck was going on. Mom was spitting on his cock, stroking it with her hand to spread the moisture along his shaft. She then told me to sit back down on it.

Why hadn’t she done that earlier, when he first went into me? This whole thing seemed so unreal. Was I dreaming?

I began riding his cock again. Mom moved up beside us. She was rubbing her clit. So much for being worn out! However, I was about worn out from riding him. He wasn’t the first to fuck me since morning. I was getting more than a little sore, too. Mom also seemed to notice it.

“Get on your back, baby,” she said, which I did. Jamie was quickly inside me again, too.

He began pounding me hard, which started me moaning. Mom apparently was still coherent enough to know I was going to wake the dead if she didn’t do something. What she did totally blew me away. She chose to cover my mouth with hers.

“Fuck yeah,” Jamie said, encouraging us to keep kissing.

I got caught up in it too. I was kissing my mom, and it was definitely not a normal mother-daughter kiss. I reached up to hold her head as we deeply kissed and sucked on each other’s tongues. Images of Mom and Sarah kissing came to mind. It caused me to clamp down tighter on Jamie’s cock as I exploded in my own orgasm.

I was screaming into Mom’s mouth. She held hers tightly over mine.

I’m not sure what got Jamie to cum, my spasming pussy or the sight of Mom making out with me. Maybe it was both, but he finally grunted intensely as he held his cock deep in me, spurting whatever cum he had left in him.

After some time past, he fell off to the side of me. He rolled over and his light snoring told me he was out for the night, and probably for the better part of the morning as well.

If Mom realized he was through, she didn’t let on. She kept right on kissing me. Her hand was now squeezing one of my tits, playing with my nipple at times. More images of Sarah and Mom floated in front of my eyes.

When my hand started playing with one of her tits, she seemed to snap out of it. She jerked back from me, rising up on her knees, looking lost for a few moments. She was breathing deeply while staring down at me.

She then looked across me at Jamie, which caused me to look as well. His cock was finally going soft.

“Looks like that worked,” Mom said breathlessly. She then moved to lie down on the air mattress next to the one Jamie and I were on. She was staring straight up into the air. I crawled over to her and lay my head on her shoulder.

She asked, “Did you get fucked a lot at the orgy?”

“I wasn’t in the orgy, Mom,” I told her.

“Oh ... good,” she said, acting relieved.

Mom kissing me had my mind in turmoil. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was the way she had been kissing Sarah. The picture of Sarah on her back, getting fucked by my daddy, and Mom kissing her intensely kept moving through my sleepy head.

We’d been laying there for a few minutes, Mom and I both turned onto our sides, with her spooning me.

“Mom?” I sleepily asked.

“Yeah?”

"I’m jealous of Sarah," I said.

Mom was quiet for a few moments.

“I’m jealous of Colleen and Doris,” she replied.

I twisted in her arms, and nuzzled my head against her shoulder and neck. We were both exhausted. We’d said enough though. We’d just said more to each other in those few words than ever before. I fell asleep just like that too.

(continued in chapter 32)