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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 41


As Mom drove to the Thomas’s house, I thought back to our 
discussion at the Clark’s and my mind was beginning to run on 
overload. I stared at the road ahead not really seeing anything. 
The four of us had talked through a lot of important things at 
the Clark’s. We had cleared the air about so much that had 
bothered both me and Sarah. I was happy with the outcome of our 
talk, but I was frustrated by how difficult it had been, almost 
like pulling teeth, to find out some of the things. All of us 
needed to talk a lot more about many things.

Julie Walcott and Anna Taylor and her family were near the top of 
my list.

It was so frustrating, though, trying to get Mom and Colleen to 
just be open with Sarah and me. While Sarah also revealed some 
more things, I knew she and I would easily talk more about those 
and other things. I wasn’t as convinced the same would happen 
with our moms.

I glanced at Mom for a few moments before gazing ahead again. 
Just when I was beginning to believe she and I could talk about 
anything, she decided there was at least one thing too important 
for me to know about - the secret that could destroy the world 
and all of humanity! Gawd forbid that Melissa Livingston be 
entrusted with such knowledge! Apparently it was cool for me to 
know Mom used to be a paid whore and was the star of many jerk-
off videos for men. What the fuck could be worse than knowing 
about those things?

Then to further piss me off, I recalled that I was letting her 
borrow my boyfriend for the night. She was even going to sleep 
with him in my bed! And even though I was pissed off at her about 
this global extinction threat secret of hers, I wasn’t going to 
stop her and Peter from fucking the night away.

And it wasn’t just that! I was quickly realizing I was seriously 
jealous of her getting to fuck my boyfriend so easily. She had 
her cake and was eating it too ... and throwing some in my face 
even.

I sighed. Sometimes I can be so fucked up. Maybe I fell on my 
head cheering last year and just didn’t remember it. Maybe it 
stunted the growth of my boobies too? It would explain a lot. I 
scrunched my lips while debating if I had lost some of my marbles 
along the way from just being sweet little Melissa to being an 
easy piece of tail for my friends and their parents. I was 
beginning to understand a lot better how Sarah felt when it came 
to Jamie, even with clear ground rules.

“What’s on your mind, baby girl,” Mom asked looking at me 
cautiously.

“Just thinking about church tonight,” I lied, turning my head to 
look out the window. There was no need to rehash everything. Mom 
had made her position very clear about this one secret that 
threatened to send the world back to the Dark Ages. And I 
definitely wasn’t going to mention my sudden jealousy to her.

Of all the secrets we had discussed, that one should have been 
the easiest to share with me. It was obviously about her past. I 
knew so much about her past already that could ruin her. There 
was no way this one secret could be any more harmful if 
discovered by the wrong people. But obviously she thought it 
could be in some way, and thought it was too risky for even me to 
know.

The most irritating part was she knew she could trust me! If she 
just looked at everything I already knew she would realize that 
it could easily become a disaster if I talked about those things 
to the wrong person. Mine and Sarah’s parents were having sex 
with not just each other’s underage kids. They were sharing 
pictures and videos of sex with us and other underage kids with 
others. Hell, the Rayners were fucking their own kids! Mom and 
Daddy had done some sexual things with me and Jamie, even if it 
wasn’t full blown sex.

What could possibly be worse than that?

While at the Clark’s, Mom and I had certainly been wild in front 
of Colleen and Sarah. It had been fun, but it continued to 
confuse me. It seemed to me that Mom and I went further every 
time that we had the chance to play naughty together. I really 
didn’t know where the boundaries were that she kept talking 
about. It was also next to impossible to predict when ‘naughty 
time’ might occur. Maybe tomorrow she would be fucking Jamie, and 
I would be full of Daddy’s cock. Did no really mean yes? Did she 
have to play ‘hard to get’ when it came to her giving in to full 
blown sex between all of us? I didn’t think so. Mom wasn’t that 
kind of person, but nothing else was making any sense. Obviously, 
something else was going on. And ... well ... as usual ... I was 
determined to find out.

I thought about her diary entry that I had read earlier with the 
mother having sex with her daughter behind her husband’s back. I 
didn’t feel like Mom and I were cheating on Daddy with the things 
we had done. I was sure that Mom told him everything. I thought 
back to how pissed Mom had gotten when I had told her about what 
I had done when Sarah had blindfolded Daddy. He didn’t really 
know who had sucked his cock. So he couldn’t tell Mom for sure 
what had happened. That probably was the reason for her being 
pissed. I had done it, in a sense, behind both their backs. I had 
initiated sex with her husband without her knowing before or 
immediately after. I guess I would have been pissed off, too.

So, the only sure boundary was me not doing things with one 
parent behind both parents’ back. When it came to one of them 
knowing full well it was me though, the boundaries were ever 
changing. She had even gotten me to suck off Daddy on Monday 
night. Yet she seemed to balk anytime I was getting close to 
really having any kind of serious sex with her or Daddy. It all 
just wasn’t adding up for me. It was getting very frustrating as 
well. What was really preventing her from letting go and letting 
it happen?

When it came to what Mom was doing with me, she always seemed to 
stop at some line that she seemed to draw as she went along. The 
strap-on dildo she used to fuck me with on Colleen’s bed was sort 
of impersonal and more like a tool. It wasn’t really Mom fucking 
me. It was some rubber thing making me feel good. She was barely 
touching me with her body. She was helping me masturbate. Other 
times, she did touch me very intimately, but never for very long. 
I just couldn’t figure her out. It was almost as big a mystery as 
her biggie sized secret.

I still wasn’t sure I wanted Daddy to fuck me, or for me and Mom 
to really be intimate lovers. Mom’s thoughts about Mrs. X and her 
daughter in the diary entry came back to mind. How had the 
relationship changed between the two of them? How would my 
relationship with Mom and Daddy change? I knew I wouldn’t use 
their having had sex with me to blackmail them. There was always 
the inherent threat that I could though. Would I accept them 
scolding me or not letting me do something that I really wanted 
to do without me insinuating I could get them in trouble? Daring 
them both to call my bluff and stop me? What if I was seriously 
angry with them at the time?

I had really felt good after what we had done in Colleen’s 
bedroom, but thinking about Mom’s weirdness, my newly discovered 
jealousy, and the whole big secret thing had me brooding. I took 
a deep breath, and I noticed Mom glancing at me several times. 
She had sensed the change in my mood.

“Everything okay, Mel?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said rather grumpily, and getting grumpier 
by the moment.

My hands clenched into fists, and my chest seemed to constrict. I 
didn’t want Peter to be with Mom tonight. I was angry with her, 
and I had to admit to myself that I was seriously jealous as I 
pictured Peter on top of Mom with his cock buried deep in her 
pussy. I wanted Peter to myself, or at least, I thought ruefully, 
I wanted to be with him if he fucked somebody else ... like last 
night at his birthday party. I hadn’t felt jealous then. But I 
was angry with Mom now, and I didn’t feel like sharing shit with 
her.

Here I was going to spend the night with Doris and Bradley, and I 
was sure we would not practice singing hymns or reenacting the 
birth of Jesus. There certainly wasn’t going to be any biblical 
immaculate conceptions ... at least not the biblical immaculate 
part. And there damn well better not be any conceptions. I had 
been faithfully taking my birth control pills. So if I spent the 
night fucking others, why should I begrudge Peter doing it, too? 
It wasn’t that simple though.

I would have to sort out my feelings. Perhaps Doris could help.

“Something is on your mind,” Mom plainly stated, interrupting my 
thoughts again. She was obviously trying to get me to talk with 
her. “Will you tell me what it is?”

“Stuff,” I muttered. No way was I going to tell her I was 
jealous. And since the ‘secret of the ages’ was taboo to know for 
someone as unworthy as me, I saw nothing to talk about.

“Someone sure is grouchy all of a sudden.”

I ignored her. I knew goading when I heard it. I wasn’t that 
easy.

“Doesn’t your period start in the next day or so?”

What the fuck?! I turned and gazed with my mouth open at her.

“Well?”

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I turned away.

“I thought so,” she added with a slight chuckle.

Well fuck it all to hell! I was being reduced to a whiney PMS 
afflicted little bitch.

I quickly glanced back at her. She was smirking. Fucking hell. I 
felt like a stupid little kid again. I had let her get to me, but 
I still didn’t say anything. I did almost tell her to go fuck 
herself, but that would have solved nothing except to piss her 
off and get me grounded. I just sat there quietly. I was glad Mom 
didn’t question me anymore. I think she knew it wouldn’t go well.


******


When we arrived at the Thomas’s house, Doris greeted us. She 
noticed right away that I wasn’t very happy. She looked at Mom 
who shrugged. However, just knowing I would be staying with Doris 
overnight made me feel a little better.

“Mel, why don’t you take your bag to my bedroom, please?” Doris 
asked me. I knew she wanted to talk to Mom about the bug up my 
butt. I took my bag and went inside ... and took my time.

I looked around as I walked to Doris’s bedroom where I already 
knew I would be sleeping ... among other things. Whenever I was 
in her home, I felt like I was escaping from the rest of the 
world for a little while. Besides the obvious people, who would 
ever think I was up to no good with my church’s pastor and his 
wife?

I stopped just inside her bedroom. I smiled while staring at the 
bed. My nipples got hard, and my pussy was tingling just a tiny 
bit. I bit my lip in anticipation of what Bradley and Doris might 
have planned for me.

I causally walked back outside to rejoin Doris and Mom, feeling a 
bit more upbeat. They were standing together talking over by 
Mom’s car. As I was going down the porch steps, Mom waved goodbye 
to me and turned to get in her car. As she drove away, all I 
could think about was her and Peter fucking in my bed. I sighed 
as the upbeat feeling vanished. I couldn’t get the image out of 
my mind. Here I was, trusting her with my very first ever 
boyfriend, letting her fuck him, but she didn’t trust me with her 
big secret. Why the fuck didn’t she want to tell me when it was 
more than obvious that it affected our family? It was affecting 
how I felt about her now!

I remembered she had tried to tell me something about being too 
young before she realized how badly she was out of bounds. Then 
she played the mom card. What a shitty deal. I was getting more 
than a little pissed again. I was just about to growl out loud, 
but Doris took my hand as she led me inside again.

We went into the family room. Doris sat down with her legs folded 
underneath her. She put her arms around my shoulder and pulled me 
close.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she said softly and looked at me 
searchingly.

“Uh, like what?” I had a lot of thoughts. Which ones did she want 
to buy right now?

“I had expected you to look a lot happier after the talk with 
your mom and Colleen this afternoon,” Doris said cheerfully.

“Yeah, well ...” I said, but didn’t know what else to say. Where 
to start?

Doris shook me gently as she moved her face close to mine. 
“Remember? We are friends. And friends share what they are 
thinking, right? Didn’t you find out how things got started with 
you?”

I sighed deeply. “Yeah, I guess I found out most of it. It’s 
just, I keep thinking about tonight.”

Doris looked at me alarmed. “Sweetie, is anything bothering you 
about what Bradley and I did with you last week? You don’t have 
to do anything you don’t want to with us.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not that at all. It’s not about you or 
your husband.”

“Well, then?” She looked at me inquisitively. “Does it have to do 
with something you found out, or with somebody else? Sarah? 
Jamie? Or Peter perhaps?”

I studied my hands. “You know, Peter is spending the night with 
Mom.” I said, sounding a little angry even to myself.

“Ah, I see. And now it’s bothering you?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I’m confused.”

“You’ve really fallen hard for him, haven’t you, sweetie?”

I sat up, and even smiled a little. “Yeah, I was so wrong about 
him. And you knew it, too. You had Peter in mind when you said 
that somebody was interested in me, didn’t you?”

She laughed. “I had seen the way he always looked at you, and how 
he tried to hang close to you in the Rayners’ backyard that day.”

“You knew about the blindfold game he played with me together 
with his mom, didn’t you?”

She smiled. “Sure. Your mom told me about it. And I saw the 
video. And the afternoon when you discovered all of us naked in 
the Rayners’ backyard, Penny had to hold him back when we played 
the blindfold game with you again. He wanted to play with you 
then, too, in the worst way.”

We both smiled.

“So Peter isn’t a dork anymore, is he?”

I giggled and blushed. “No. He’s so cute and funny. I think he 
really loves me, and he makes me feel good.” I thought back to 
last night and blushed some more. “I love him, too. And the sex 
with him is incredible.”

Doris hugged me. “I’m glad you feel that way. And now you’re not 
happy about him being with your mom tonight? Your parents asked 
you if you were okay with Peter and Pam spending the night with 
them. You said you were, didn’t you?”

I looked at my lap. She was right. So why was it bothering me? 
Was it really because I was angry with her? I thought of Jamie 
and Sarah and how it bothered them too, what the other did with 
the adults. I finally began to understand their pain. But it 
wasn’t just that. The anger I felt was brought on by something 
else.

“So if I let Mom spend the night with MY boyfriend, then why 
can’t she trust me with her and Colleen’s secret?” I suddenly 
blurted out. “I know so much about everybody already. There are 
probably half a dozen families who would be in deep trouble if I 
opened my mouth. I can’t figure it. How is this secret so 
different? I could ruin Mom with the things I know about her 
already, but she knows I won’t. I feel like screaming!”

“So it isn’t really about Peter with your mom? It’s really about 
your mom’s secret, isn’t it? And you’re angry with her for not 
telling you about it?” She gently rubbed my cheek and looked at 
me sympathetically.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, I guess it’s both, sorta ...”

“I understand. Tell me a little about Peter’s birthday dinner 
last night. Maggie didn’t want to talk about it without you.”

I grinned. “We had a great time. Maggie fixed a great dinner.”

Doris smiled. “Maggie is a pretty good cook. We’ve had some great 
dinners with them.”

“After we sat down in the dining room, Maggie and Kent talked 
about when their kids were born and stuff. I learned what Irish 
twins are.”

“They had their hands full for a few years - two in diapers.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Before the main course, Peter opened my present. They all liked 
my gift for Peter. And I got a gift, too.”

“Oh? First tell me about what you gave Peter.”

“Mom hasn’t told you?”

“She has, but I wanted to hear what you think about your gift to 
Peter.”

I chuckled. “Mom got a copy of the photo, if you want to see it.” 
I blushed a little.

“I’d love for you and your mom to show it to me together.”

Doris was still trying to push me and Mom together. I thought 
that would be cool. Plus, it could maybe get the two of them 
talking about the Taylors together in front of me, as well.

I continued, “Mr. Taylor made me push my clothes down from my 
shoulder. So it looks like I’m naked for the picture. I think 
it’s pretty sexy. The Rayners thought so, too.”

Doris smiled. “I’ll definitely have to see it next time I’m over 
at your house!” she excitedly said. “You said you got a gift, 
too. What did you get?”

“I got an album of pictures with me having sex. So did Peter. Too 
bad there weren’t any of me with you or Bradley in there.”

“We’ll have to fix that, sweetie,” she devilishly stated. “Were 
you surprised at what they gave you?”

“Very. I think Maggie likes me a little.”

“A little?” Doris laughed out loud. “Melissa, Maggie is crazy 
about you. She is thrilled to death that you and Peter have 
become a couple. Do you think she would have thrown a dinner like 
she did last night otherwise?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Tell me about what else happened ... at least the parts you can 
tell.”

I definitely caught the ‘at least the parts you can tell’. It was 
clear that Doris appreciated and respected Maggie and Kent’s 
explicit wishes.

“Peter and I looked at the pictures in our albums. Some of the 
pictures had him having sex with Maggie, Penny, and or Pam. There 
were also a lot of me with other adults and my friends. It also 
had a DVD with a number of videos.”

“Sounds like something you need to be very careful with,” Doris 
noted.

“Yeah. Maggie and Kent told us not to share our albums with Penny 
and Pam. I basically had to promise only to show anything in the 
album or the DVD to my parents, Peter, and his parents. I didn’t 
totally understand why though. It wasn’t like I was going to 
leave it in the family room at home or anything.”

“Mel, I think she only meant to stress the point that we all have 
to be very careful with pictures and videos. You also can’t 
assume others know about the things that the pictures and videos 
show. It might well be fine for people like Penny, Pam, Jamie and 
Sarah to eventually know, but it needs to be done at the proper 
time and place.”

I nodded my understanding. I was so used to accidental 
discoveries. It definitely had caused me a lot of stress when it 
happened, too. But I had discovered what I otherwise might never 
have learned about my parents. In a warped way, it had forced the 
issue with Mom. I would do it all over again the same way just to 
get me and Mom to the point we had gotten to over the past few 
weeks.

“We then went to the family room and talked. I learned how Penny 
got started having sex with her parents ... and about the 
babysitting.”

“I was glad I could help Brent and Terri out. Penny and Kari have 
been really close friends for some time.”

I wondered if it was the right time to ask her about Julie and 
the singing lessons, but decided to wait until later.

“After that, we ended up in Maggie and Kent’s bedroom. The sex 
was amazing ...” I said, sorta blushing.

“They even made a video of last night. Peter is bringing a copy 
over to my house tonight. I want to show it to my parents, you 
and Pastor Thomas, and the Clarks. That’s why I asked Maggie not 
to tell you guys anything about last night’s party.”

Doris grinned at me. “I like that idea.”

“Peter and I then went to his bedroom and spent the night in his 
bed.”

“So it was a very good night then?”

“Very. I know I should be totally weirded out about the Rayners. 
But what is really weirding me out is that I feel like I fit 
right in,” I stated, rolling my head like I was dizzy. “I think 
I’m seriously fucked up or something.”

“Far from it, sweetie. I adore you so much. You are so much more 
mature than many adults when it comes to learning about and 
handling people and things that are different from you. Oh, sure 
you flip out in your own dramatic way from time to time, but 
you’re quick to appreciate the differences in people, and accept 
them for who they are.”

“I feel a lot closer to Maggie, especially now that she doesn’t 
seem to feel the need to hide things from me about herself and 
her family anymore.”

“Maggie can be difficult to appreciate at first. But once you get 
close to her and gain her confidence, she’ll open up and also be 
someone you can depend on to look out for your best interests.”

“She said that you and she have been leaning on Mom and Colleen 
to talk to Sarah and me.”

“We have. We’re all hoping to satisfy your curiosity so that your 
snooping stops ... well, slows down at least. We all have been 
willing to let you in on a lot of our secrets.”

“Why not all of them? Seriously. What’s the big deal about me 
knowing everything? How can little ol’ me knowing more than I 
already do be dangerous?”

“Sweetie, we grownups have secrets that have nothing to do with 
you. So we won’t tell you those. And there are some secrets that 
may involve you a little, but really impact others in a much 
bigger way. In those cases, you need to trust those people. I’m 
sure you have secrets that involve others in much the same way. 
Have you told Jamie everything that could involve him? Peter 
even?”

I sucked on my lip and shook my head.

“Then you should understand what I mean. Privacy is important to 
everyone, including you. No one wants to be an open book, not 
even to those closest to us. Maybe even especially to those 
closest to us. But you may have realized, you know more secrets 
than any of the other kids, especially after this past week.”

“Including Penny and Kari?”

“They’re getting to be more like adults. Both of them have been 
involved in things much longer because of their age. You can’t 
hold that against them. But you clearly know more intimate 
secrets about yours and Sarah’s mother than they do ... not to 
mention what you know about me.”

“But Mom won’t let me in on her big secret that she shares with 
Colleen.” I knew I sounded frustrated again.

“Melissa, secrets have one aspect similar to sex. Usually it 
takes at least two. Would you want to force somebody to have sex 
with you when he or she wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it? Do 
you have the right to have sex with that other person?”

I shook my head. “No, no way I would do that.”

Doris smiled. “I didn’t think you would. It’s the same with some 
secrets. You may want to know, but the other person may not feel 
comfortable telling you. Do you have the right to force the other 
person to tell you their secret?”

I saw again how different Doris was from the other adults. She 
could be so straight and to the point.

I took a deep breath. “But they said their secret affects our 
families. So why can’t I know then?”

“Sweetie, what were you doing yesterday around lunch time?”

“We were at the photo studio. Why are you asking?”

“It wasn’t just any old studio, was it?”

“The Taylors could do it on short notice.”

“Ahem. How many studios did your mom call?”

“Just that one?”

“And what happened at the studio?”

“I quickly found out that the Taylors were involved with my 
parents?”

‘She obviously didn’t tell them to play it cool, did she?”

I shook my head, half-smiling as I remembered wanting Mr. Taylor 
to take nude pictures of me while I was there.

“Don’t you see, Melissa? Your mom taking you camping, you finding 
out about the Meyers’ orgies, you finding out about Janet Preston 
and about Jennifer, your mom admitting things to you, your mom 
talking to you about her past, alone and together with me, Sarah 
telling you things about her relationship with your parents, your 
parents asking your approval to have Pam and Peter over with 
them, your mom taking you to the Taylors’ studio, Jamie 
confessing, Pam confessing, Maggie and Kent filling you in, 
Colleen and your mom admitting things to you, plus probably some 
other things.”

Doris caught her breath before she continued. “All of that has 
happened in just the last five days.”

I looked at Doris wide-eyed. It really had been an awful lot that 
I had found out lately.

“Your mom is exposing you to things, sweetie. But she is smart. 
She is pacing you. She is letting you slowly find out about many 
of her secrets. How would you have felt if she had gathered all 
those people to tell you in one, let’s say afternoon session, all 
that you have found out recently?”

“I think I would have gone into overload,” I admitted ruefully.

“Could have happened. I know it’s difficult for you, Melissa, but 
please be patient. I know your mom has become comfortable with 
exposing you to many more things, but you’re not going to be 
included in everything all at once. Your mom wants to make sure 
that you can handle what you are exposed to. So who knows, 
perhaps she will let you know about her big secret some time.”

“Maybe ...”

“Mel, you said you knew so much about her that you could ruin 
her. She and I know you never would. But remember, this secret 
isn’t just about her,” Doris stated. “I’m sure you’ve struggled 
with knowing things that affected Sarah. Your mom and Colleen are 
struggling the same with the things they know. Give them a 
chance, sweetie. They might surprise you with how quickly they do 
tell you.”

“Do you know what Mom and Colleen’s secret is?”

“Yep,” she simply stated.

“Anyone else? Besides mine and Sarah’s parents?”

“Yep.”

“The Rayners and Walcotts?”

“Nope.”

I sighed deeply. “Feel free to elaborate with your answers at any 
time,” I jokingly said.

Doris chuckled, and said, “Let’s talk about something more fun.”

“Like what?”

“Like some things you’ve been up to with your parents,” she said, 
smiling and raising her eyebrow at me. I bit my bottom lip 
grinning.

“You know your mother has been telling me practically everything 
you two have been doing.”

“Seriously?” I asked after she caught me off-guard.

“Uh huh.”

“I’m surprised she has.”

“You guys have been rather naughty,” she teased.

“We’re like the Rayners now ... just not the triple X version 
like them though,” I replied. “We’re more like the porn on late 
night cable channels.”

After laughing for a few moments, Doris said, “Sounds exciting.”

“It is, I guess. I’ve been totally shocked by how much Mom and I 
have done ... and she’s started almost all of it.”

“That’s the Andrea I know and love. Some people never change.”

“She’s really told you everything?”

“Well, I assume she’s told me most everything. She’s certainly 
told me a lot.” Doris looked at me closely, “You know why she 
does, don’t you?”

“She likes to shock you? Because she sure loves to shock me.”

“No,” she chuckled. “It’s because your mom is very attracted to 
you, and she can’t stand not sharing it with a best friend.”

“You mean ...?”

“Sexually, dear. And she is terrified that she could do something 
to totally alienate you from her.”

“She doesn’t act terrified to me. She just starts doing things.”

“That’s her nature, just like yours. It’s after the fact or after 
doing something for a short time that she becomes afraid of what 
she’s done. I’ve told her you can handle whatever she throws at 
you, but she’s your mother. And mothers worry, at least the good 
ones do.”

“I guess that’s cool ... that she is worried about traumatizing 
me or something ...”

“Of course, but you don’t look traumatized though.”

“But it’s definitely affecting me. I feel so incredible when we 
do sex stuff together. It’s very addictive. So wicked. I’m left 
wanting so much more. I think she feels the same way, too. I 
can’t really explain the feeling itself. I might not be 
traumatized, but I’m something though,” I retorted.

“You’re definitely something,” she joked.

“Ha ha,” I sarcastically replied.

“Lighten up, girl. You’re wound up too tight.”

I sighed.

“PMS?”

Oh for fucks sake! I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head. Mom 
had tried to reduce me to a whiny little bitch. And now Doris was 
doing the same to me. I was certainly not having my period for 
the first time. The first day was usually no particular fun, but 
I had never shown any serious signs of PMS before. Sure I might 
have tried to push Jamie down the stairs or something a few times 
when he was being an asshole about my periods, but that was 
nothing new really. The brick I threw at him that one time 
totally missed his head.

“I know just the thing for that,” she smiled.

I cut my eyes expectantly at her. I figured this had to be good, 
one way or another.

She got up and brought back a bowl full of mini-chocolate bars. I 
grinned.

“I’m not sure if it really gets rid of PMS, but it’s a great 
excuse to go nuts eating chocolate,” she said and winked.

I felt better already.

“You do seem to be enjoying the things you’ve done with your 
mom.”

“I have,” I mumbled through a mouth full of chocolate.

“You certainly don’t come across as being traumatized either. But 
I can understand why your mom is concerned. The two of you bond 
so easily when you both have your guard down.”

“It’s just weird, in a frustrating kind of way. I really love it 
when she starts things with me. I feel so incredibly special. She 
gets so into it ... until ...”

“Until you cum?”

“Yeah. It just sets me off! And I’m just getting started good 
after the first one.”

“And you’d do anything with her she’d ask after that, right?”

“Gawd, yeah. But then she just shuts down.”

“She’s afraid to go further exactly because you will do anything 
she would ask.”

I scrunched my lips.

“Other than the idea of being pissed on and spanked hard, I would 
do anything she would ask me.”

“Anything includes a lot of things, sweetie, including quite a 
few things you likely haven’t been exposed to.”

“Mom’s not like super freaky kinky, is she?”

“No,” she giggled. “But it’s a huge step for her to really 
seriously let go with you. I know how wild she can be having sex, 
especially with someone she is strongly attracted to, not to 
mention totally in love with.”

“In love with like a lover?”

“A mother’s love is just as intense, normally without the sex 
though. But add in the sex, and it becomes an explosive 
combination.”

I guess it had to be tough for her, being my mother - my 
protector, nurturer - to let me get so deeply involved in 
something that could get out of hand.

“Don’t you see, Melissa?” Doris continued, “When it comes to your 
mom having sex with you, it’s just like with her big secret. 
She’s concerned how you will think of her and others afterwards. 
She wants to be your friend, perhaps even your lover in some way. 
But she knows that she has to be primarily your mother, at least 
for a few more years. Once you’re old enough and better able to 
make decisions and take care of yourself, then the lover part of 
the relationship with you won’t be so scary for her.”

“I guess I see your point ...”

“Also, a full blown sexual relationship will change the family 
dynamics. You and your mother would be Greg’s lovers. What 
happens if one of you feels slighted? What if your mom begins to 
see you as the competition? Or vice versa?” she asked me.

“I hadn’t thought about that. Do you think it would help if I 
talked to Mom?” I asked.

“It would be better if you did instead of me. I can tell her what 
I think you feel, but you can tell her so much more 
convincingly,” she said. “Do you know what you really want?”

I thought about that for a minute. I had talked to Sarah about 
it, but I hadn’t really considered much more about what I really 
wanted to do with my parents. Would I be comfortable going all 
the way with Mom as a lover instead of the brief episodes we had? 
What about with Daddy? Or would I prefer not to take the final 
step of having a full blown sexual relationship with either of my 
parents? Could I resist wanting more? How would Mom feel about me 
with Daddy? Would she end up seeing me as competing with her for 
her husband’s love and affection?

“I’m not sure what I want. But I’m never sure about anything. I 
just go with my gut feelings at the time.”

“Do you want to have a relationship with her like Maggie has with 
her kids?”

“As long as we both can handle it.”

“Now you know what she’s concerned about. Let’s say all the 
parental issues were no problem. Now, look at the Rayners. They 
are very kinky and get a little crazy at times because of it, but 
you and your mom have the potential to be so incredibly wild on 
the spur of a moment. She enjoys doing sex things with you. But 
she worries that you might get hurt along the way. That’s another 
big part of why she puts the brakes on even though she may have 
been the one starting something with you.”

She was right, at least about Mom. The things we had done had 
started so suddenly when they happened. I certainly knew I was 
capable of that kind of thing as well.


******


We sat quietly for a few minutes. Doris looked at me from time to 
time, but she knew I needed to think some more. I sighed. I 
wished I had someone to talk to who was going through the same 
thing. Sarah and I had always had each other since we were 
little. But until this afternoon, she hadn’t done anything with 
either of her parents. After pushing her and her mom together 
earlier, she probably needed me more right now since I had 
already done quite a bit with my own mom.

I wondered if Mom felt the same when she started being a 
prostitute, wanting her lifelong best friend to lean on for 
advice. But much like Sarah hadn’t participated in sex with her 
parents, Colleen wasn’t part of the OCS thing along with Mom. 
Doris was though, and I’m sure they leaned on each other quite a 
bit the whole time.

I knew there wasn’t an easy solution. So I pushed it to the back 
of my mind for now. But thinking about Mom and her two best 
friends, I remembered something Colleen said near the end of our 
talk at her house that left me curious. I decided to ask Doris 
about it.

“Doris, what’s up between you and Colleen?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, near the end of our talk earlier, she said something like 
she wished I was spending the night with her and Bob tonight 
instead of with you. She said that you mean well, but that you 
can get ‘too out there at times’. She didn’t say it as a 
compliment either.

“Hmmm. Well, I think I know what that is all about. It involves 
things that happened years ago ... when we were freshman in 
college.”

“Is it about the porn and prostitution?”

“Yes, but there’s a good bit more to it than just that. Don’t get 
me wrong. Colleen and I are good friends, if not close friends. 
Bradley and I have spent a lot of time with Colleen and Bob, and 
not just to have sex.”

“I don’t get it then.”

“When we all first moved into the dorms as freshmen, Colleen 
started crushing on me after we’d hung out together for a few 
weeks. We even became a close intimate couple, but I put the 
brakes on things after a short time.”

“Why?”

“The OCS.”

“Oh,” I grimaced. That had to hurt Colleen at the time, her lover 
breaking things off to become a prostitute.

“The OCS preferred we didn’t have any intimate connections with 
others that could possibly backfire. Jealous partners can create 
a whole lot of problems. It even happens in the porn industry.”

“I guess Colleen didn’t take things well.”

“You got that right, and what made it worse, your mom was doing 
it along with me. Colleen and your mother have always been like 
sisters. And I broke into that relationship and took Colleen’s 
sister away, so to speak. I’m also sure Colleen felt like I had 
played a big part in getting your mom involved with the OCS. We 
both needed the money. But Colleen never liked what we were 
doing. I know she tried a number of times to talk your mom out of 
it. And, of course, then your mom ended up going with me to 
California ...”

“Did she get really mad with both of you?”

“It wasn’t all anger. It included a lot of jealousy because she 
wasn’t involved as well. Colleen remained a friend to me, and 
especially to your mom. But, she saw what we were doing as 
keeping us all from being even better friends. Colleen also saw 
the dangers of what we were doing. Your mom and I were having too 
much fun though. I think if we had really pushed Colleen, she 
would’ve likely gone with us to California as well.”

“I take it the OCS didn’t want her as a prostitute?”

“She didn’t have the personality they were looking for. They 
wanted girls who weren’t afraid or hesitant to do new things. 
They needed girls who would try new and kinky things that their 
‘dates’ wanted to do ... within reason of course. I seriously 
doubt it would’ve gone well with Colleen, and the OCS probably 
picked up on that quickly.”

“So they looked at her as a possible prostitute?”

“Not at first, but they did when Andrea asked about possibly 
including her. She definitely had the looks and body, and still 
does for that matter. It’s a big part of why I fell for her early 
on. After the OCS scouted her out a bit, they decided she likely 
would end up quitting after her first few gigs, if not sooner. On 
her own, she wouldn’t have been daring enough to do what was 
expected of her. It was a shame, because with her looks, she 
would’ve been a very well paid coed.”

“I guess I understand how she probably felt then. The girl she 
had a crush on and her lifelong best friend were being wild and 
daring together, and she felt left out.”

“It wasn’t quite that bad. The three of us did a whole lot 
together. We did so much together that some might have thought 
that we all were actually sisters or something.”

“You’d be a terrific aunt,” I wryly smiled.

“We’d be even better sisters,” she winked. “I’d have loved being 
your big sister. Close sisters share everything.”

“I couldn’t wear your clothes, but we could share makeup and 
gossip,” I grinned.

“And boyfriends, too,” she added, smiling wickedly. “Speaking of 
... when are you going to bring Peter around to see me?”

“Wait. You want me to share him with you, too?”

“Sure, but that’s completely up to you ... sister.”

“You’ve really never been with him ... doing anything?”

“Nothing. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. The opportunity just 
hasn’t been there, so far.”

“I guess fair is fair. You do share your husband ...” I said 
before she interrupted me with a finger against my lips. She 
locked eyes with me and was suddenly very serious.

“Nuh uh, girl. You never should feel obligated to share the 
person you love. If you want to, and if he wants to also, then 
cool. If either of you doesn’t want to, it’s just as cool. No 
quid pro quo.”

“Huh? No squid what?”

“Quid pro quo ... tit for tat.”

“Is this a ‘bees knees’ thingie?” I replied, shaking my head at 
her weird sayings.

She laughed at me. “Mel, it means no deals or required trades 
when it comes to the person you love. You share because you want 
to, and for absolutely no other reason.”

“You say weird stuff like that to pick on the little kid, don’t 
you?” I wasn’t pissed at her, but she seemed to get a perverse 
pleasure out of my youthful ignorance sometimes.

“I only pick on people I adore,” she said, leaning in to kiss me. 
“And while you might be a kid, you’re smarter than quite a few 
adults.”

“What if Peter came with me to church next Wednesday night?”

“Why not this Sunday?”

“I’m going with Mom to my grandparents this weekend.”

“Good, then next Wednesday is fine with me. I’ll check with 
Bradley, but I think he will love the idea, too.”

“I think it’ll be a lot of fun,” I stated, biting my lip.

“I know it will be. Peter’s got great taste in girls.”

Her saying that reminded me he was getting another taste of Mom 
within the next few hours. I frowned as I thought about it.

“You really are jealous, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. And I wish I wasn’t.”

“It’s normal, honey. But you know, I’m sure he is just as jealous 
of you being with me and Bradley tonight.”

“You think so? Cause boys don’t always think when they’re about 
to get laid. The little head does all the thinking.”

We giggled together. Then she replied, “I doubt you ever leave 
his head, whichever one is doing the thinking.”

“The four of us together should be pretty wild.”

She smiled wryly and nodded. “And you won’t be jealous if I take 
him into my bedroom and fuck his eyes out? While you do the same 
with Bradley in the upstairs guest bedroom?”

“I’ll be jealous if he doesn’t share what he learns from you with 
me later,” I grinned. “You know, I’ve never seen your upstairs 
area.”

The Thomases had a split-level house. I had never been in one 
before. I figured without kids, they only used the upstairs area 
mostly to store stuff.

“I’ll show you later. There is a play area up there as well ... 
for when sitting isn’t the only thing being done,” she grinned.

I definitely wanted to see the upstairs now!

Doris then said, “You know it would be no different next 
Wednesday than it is tonight, right? He is just a little further 
away ... but is with someone you can trust even more than me.”

“I know ...”

“Love makes things very complicated, especially when it comes to 
sex with others. Swingers deal with it all the time. It never 
becomes completely comfortable. It’s all about trust, sweetie. 
It’ll get easier for the two of you as time goes by, but it will 
always be something you will have to work on together. 
Communication is the key, sweetie. You can’t hide things from 
each other. When you begin to, that’s when relationships begin to 
fall apart.”

“Do you and Bradley talk about everything?”

“We talk about everything we each know the other should know, 
especially if it turns out the other didn’t. If I even think he 
might be upset finding out days or weeks later about something I 
did with someone else, no matter how insignificant I might think 
it is, I tell him just to be safe. Couples get to know each 
other’s insecurities. We all have them to some degree. You have 
to always keep that in mind ... and keep the communication 
going.”

“So if I give you the most intense orgasm in the history of 
orgasms, you’ll tell him and it won’t hurt him to know a teen 
chica outdid him?”

“I wouldn’t tell him that way. I’d tell him this sexy little 
chica did this certain thing with her tongue and lips that gave 
me a really awesome orgasm, and then I’d get him to start 
practicing your technique on me until he perfects it.”

“I see what you mean. That’s cool.”

“Even though you may not be together, it doesn’t mean your man 
can’t enjoy what you did. Remember, swinging is something you do 
together, even when you’re apart. It takes effort by both people 
to make it work though.”

“So I should ask Peter what he does with Mom tonight?”

“Sure, but do it in a way that he doesn’t feel like he’s being 
interrogated. Make it a real sharing experience, not an inventory 
of what each of you did. It should bring you closer together. If 
something does bother either of you though, talk it out and 
adjust your ground rules if needed.”

“You’re pretty smart.”

“No smarter than you, sweetie. I’ve just been doing this a few 
years longer with Bradley is all. It really is all about getting 
to know your partner better. That takes time.”

“I’m getting to know practically everyone for the first time 
lately.”

“You’re getting to know the side of people that others usually 
never see except for their mate.”

“Duh. I doubt many girls know as much about their parents’ sex 
life as I do!”

“You’re getting past the façade that most all parents present to 
their kids. I think you’ve handled that very well though.”

“I guess. But how many kids actually lust after their parents?”

“I doubt very many do, much less have a chance to act on it. And 
if I’m not mistaken, the latter seems to be what’s bothering 
you.”

I nodded slightly.

“Like I said before, you’re not the only one in your family that 
it’s bothering.” I looked directly at her. “Both your parents are 
dealing with their similar feelings and desires.”

“I know Mom is ...”

“Your father is too, hon. Probably even more. Your mom has her 
own issues to work through, but your father is dealing with more 
of a moral one.”

“Sex with his daughter? But we haven’t done that much together. A 
few blowjobs and some touching ...”

“Even the limited things you’ve done with him have got him 
debating if he should’ve allowed any of it to have occurred. 
You’re his baby girl. You’ll always be his baby girl. But will 
you find him disgusting sometime down the road? Will you start 
thinking of him as just some perverted child molester?”

“He fucks Sarah like it’s no big deal.”

“Sarah isn’t his daughter.”

“He treats her like one.”

“He probably treats her like he would like to treat you, but 
feels he can’t. Face it sweetie, you’re his baby girl. You always 
will be. That dramatically changes things when it comes to his 
feelings.”

I sighed. “It just ... he goes out of his way to fuck Sarah and 
other girls. He never even starts anything with me! He has to 
know I won’t freak out if he did. Fuck! I’ve swallowed his cum 
straight from his dick, for gawd’s sake!”

“Don’t be so hard on him, Mel. Put aside his concern about 
hurting his relationship with you for a moment. He’s still 
dealing with morals that have legal consequences to boot. We all 
are. Legally, I’m a pedophile. So are your parents, and the other 
adults you’ve been involved with. We’re all having sex with 
underage girls and boys. It’s an incredible turn-on for us, 
including both your parents. We all disagree with where society 
has drawn the line as to what is moral and legal, but that 
doesn’t make us immune to the consequences. And they become even 
more severe when it involves your own child. A century or two 
ago, it wasn’t a problem for a girl your age to get married and 
have children of her own. But even then, incest was something 
frowned on by most of society.”

“I know it’s a big thing. But Mom doing the things she’s done 
with me lately makes me want a whole lot more.”

“Just with your mom or also with your dad? Other than the one 
time when you wore the hood, he hasn’t really tried to initiate 
things with you yet like your mom.”

I had to think about that for a minute. I had done more with Mom, 
and she had made me cum several times. I had sucked Daddy’s cock 
twice and he had rubbed himself against my slit on the couch the 
other day and during the blindfold game at the Clark's. But he 
hadn’t made me cum yet, though I had certainly gotten him off and 
had swallowed his sperm already. I was only sure that I wanted to 
do more with Mom. Would I seriously want to have Daddy’s cock in 
me if the chance was available? Deep down I knew I would likely 
jump at the first real chance without thinking about it. That was 
what I did - jumping before looking. But would I later regret it?

Doris looked at me. “While I still think it would be better for 
you and your mom to talk about all of this, do you want me to 
talk to her and have her cool it?”

“Gawd, no! I just hate all the halfway doing stuff. As soon as 
Mom and I start getting into something, she slams the brakes on.”

“So you’re just frustrated?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to do the things Sarah does with her and your 
father?”

”Sarah and I talked about it. I think I would like to, but ...”

“See, even you aren’t absolutely sure what you want.”

“I just don’t want things to become just about sex. It’s the 
afterwards that’s scary.”

“Bingo.”

I sighed in frustration. “What should I do?”

“I’m not sure, sweetie. The best recommendation I can give you is 
to go out of your way to show you’re fine with the things you’re 
fine with. You also need to communicate with your parents openly 
how you feel about doing sexual things together. It would help 
them if they knew your deepest inner feelings about sex with 
them.”

“Even that I’m not sure about doing it with them?”

“Especially that.”

“And if I want to try something with them, should I take the 
initiative more?”

“Maybe, but don’t overdo it. You all need to feel your way 
through this, and come up with the boundaries you want. Remember 
what we said earlier. Sex usually takes at least two. It’s just 
as important that your parents are comfortable doing things with 
you.”

“What if Daddy and I fuck, and I don’t want to do it anymore. Not 
that I’ve freaked out or anything. I just decide I want Daddy to 
be Daddy, and not a lover.”

“If that were to happen, you really need to talk things through 
with him so that he doesn’t feel he’s hurt you in some way. This 
happens to a lesser degree with friends who are swinging 
together. Sometimes there isn’t a real sexual connection, but you 
don’t want to lose the friendship. It can be very awkward, and 
sometimes the friendship suffers.”

“So that’s what my parents are worried about too?”

Doris nodded.

“Sex can be so complicated,” I groaned.

“It does change things. You can only hope it changes things for 
the better.”

“I guess I’m not sure how far I want to go with my parents then.”

“It’s why the Walcotts and Clarks decided sex with their children 
wasn’t for them.”

I thought about what I had forced to happen earlier at the 
Clark’s. I hoped I hadn’t pushed Sarah and Colleen into starting 
something they really might not want to do. Based on the things 
Sarah had told me before, I thought she would be open to doing 
some things with her parents, but likely wouldn’t initiate 
anything on her own. I wasn’t nearly as sure how Colleen or Bob 
felt about the possibility of doing things with Sarah. My gut 
told me neither would initiate things with her. And now Doris 
told me that the Clarks had decided they didn’t want to have sex 
with Sarah. But was that still the case?

Had Colleen changed her mind? She and Sarah had started to suck 
each other’s nipples as they watched Mom and me. She had told me 
then that they would figure out things and that she would have 
stopped me if she had been really uncomfortable. So if they all 
had the desire to try to do more with each other, would they have 
the same concerns as me and my parents? I made a mental note to 
talk with all of them about it. Those were going to be very 
awkward conversations.

I pictured Sarah and her father rubbing against each other and 
thought about doing things with my daddy again. I told Doris, 
“The few times I rubbed against Daddy while we were naked, 
especially the time his cock was against my pussy, I really 
wanted him inside me. But later, I was almost glad it didn’t 
happen.”

“I think you’ve done the right thing not rushing into doing more 
with your father. Eventually, all of you will find what you’re 
comfortable with. It could be the occasional oral sex that you’ve 
been doing. Time will tell. Just be patient.”

I snorted. “Me? Patient?” I laughed.

“You’re patient in your own special way,” Doris stated, and then 
giggled with me.

“I figured the Walcotts would be having family sex parties 
similar to the Rayners.”

“I wouldn’t call what the Rayners do a party. But the Walcotts do 
have sex in the same room with each other quite frequently. Sorta 
a family orgy. But Brent and Terri don’t touch their kids like 
Kent and Maggie. That could change over time, but I actually 
think it won’t with the Walcotts. See what I mean about finding 
what you as a family are comfortable with?”

I nodded.

“Why didn’t things ever seem to be a big issue with the Rayners? 
They seemed to ease right into screwing each other.”

“No, Melissa. Maggie and Kent went through much of the same thing 
when it came to Penny. I remember the discussions we had as a 
group about it. It took them some time to come to an 
understanding of what they all wanted and could be comfortable 
with. It wasn’t easy at all for them.”

I looked at her in amazement.

“Surprised that we actually had discussions like that as a 
group?”

“No, not that. The Rayners told me you had all talked about it. 
It’s just hearing about the things that came up. I mean, it’s not 
something I’d ever expect to hear a group of grownups discussing. 
It sounds like it was so easy for you guys to do.”

“All of the families had a lot at stake. If even one person was 
caught doing what we were doing already, it could expose everyone 
before all the damage was done. So it made those kinds of topics, 
as unlikely as they might have been in the past, important to be 
openly and honestly talked about between all of us. Also, 
intergenerational incest is a major step for any family to take. 
Maggie and Kent had already talked extensively between themselves 
about the implications of actually having sex with their kids. 
They decided they wouldn’t push it on Penny, but if she showed 
signs of initiating it, they would talk about it before they 
allowed it to happen. We all agreed with that approach, and that 
we all should do the same if put in the same situation.”

“It obviously didn’t take them long,” I noted.

“Penny was craving to do it, and so they went ahead with her. It 
worked out well for them. It took some time for them to agree on 
some ground rules about when and where and such, but it never 
created a big issue for them. When Pam was old enough, they went 
through the same thing with her, and of course Peter after that.”

I scrunched my lips as I listened.

“Mel, talk with Peter about it.”

“I don’t see the point. Even if I decide I really want to go all 
the way with Daddy, Mom has said fucking isn’t going to happen 
between our parents and me and Jamie.”

“You should still get Peter’s side of things. It could help the 
two of you to grow closer, too.”

I knew it would be an interesting talk. I thought back to that 
night I had seen him fucking with his mom for the first time. But 
I was sure he would tell me everything, and I would tell him the 
things I had been doing with my parents, if Mom hadn’t already 
told him.

“Have my parents talked about it with ‘the group’.”

“No, because the issue was mostly settled when Maggie and Kent 
became involved with Penny and Pam. Since then, only Peter has 
become involved with his mother.”

“Do you know of other families like the Rayners?”

“Yes, but I’m not at liberty to tell you about them, at least not 
yet.”

“Do they go to our church?”

“There is one other family with children that are members of our 
church that have been exploring intergenerational incest for some 
time now.”

Whoa.

“Their whole family is involved ... like the Rayners?”

“Uh huh.”

“Do my parents know about them?”

“We all know about them. I get the feeling you will very soon as 
well.”

“So I’m not gonna have to snoop to figure out who it is?” I 
warily grinned.

“No,” she said, chuckling. “But just like everyone else, they 
have to be careful who knows about them. But the cat is pretty 
much out of the bag as far as you’re concerned. This is one time 
you can be pretty sure you won’t be left in the dark.”

I thought about whom that could possibly be. My first guess was 
Anna Taylor’s family, especially after what I had discovered 
during the photo session. That seemed the most likely family. But 
I didn’t know how deeply involved her family was yet. Anna’s 
brother, Andrew, was only nine years old! Would they actually 
involve someone that young? What would I do with a nine year old 
boy? When I fooled around with my cousin, I was nine and he was 
eleven. We didn’t even know what to do, other than touching and 
kissing. I’m not even sure he had seen a pussy before mine. He 
liked rubbing his cock against me, especially my pussy. He kissed 
and tried sucking on my nipples, which some boys had more of than 
I did at the time. He didn’t even try finger fucking me. He did 
rather enjoy me holding his hard cock.

To me, it actually made a little more sense for Tammy Addison’s 
family to be the one. Gawd that would be so wild if it were! 
Tammy was already into having sex with adults, specifically the 
church’s youth minister and his wife. The only other family that 
would make sense to me was the music minister’s family, the 
Thorntons. Their daughter, Belle, was one year older than me. We 
had never really hung out though. It could be just her parents 
that were playing around with others.

“Your mother mentioned that the two of you had an interesting 
morning,” Doris said, raising her eyebrow.

I blushed as I said, “She instructed me on the many functions a 
washing machine can have.”

“So that’s when and how she got that hickie,” she said, giggling 
with me. “At the car I asked her who gave it to her. She nodded 
toward you, but then said she had to leave and I could ask you 
about it.”

“I was so frustrated when I hadn’t cum before the spin cycle 
ended. So she started finger fucking me and grinding against my 
clit while I sat on the washer. I was cumming so hard. I had my 
face buried in the crook of her shoulder. I didn’t realize I was 
biting her!”

“Wow,” she simply stated. I think she was really amazed we had 
done that. She added, “You two have clearly come a long way in a 
very short amount of time!”

I blushed while biting my lips.

Then she asked, “And this afternoon?”

“We used a strap-on together in front of Colleen and Sarah.”

“Wow. They watched, huh?”

“They also did some playing together ... kissing and even sucking 
each other’s nipples some.”

“Colleen and Sarah?” she asked, astonished.

“Uh huh. I sorta goaded them into doing it.”

“I can believe that! But I’m surprised Colleen actually did it 
with Sarah.”

“More surprised than you were when you found out Mom was doing 
stuff with me ... with and without me wearing a blindfold?”

“Definitely. Colleen has told me before that she couldn’t imagine 
having the courage to start something with Sarah. As I said, they 
had already talked about the idea of sex with Sarah when the 
whole deal with Penny was going on. Things can change though over 
time. But then with you and your mom doing things right in front 
of them, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Well, I don’t know what happened after we left. I’m not even 
sure they will talk about it.”

“Well, it’ll be interesting to see if they go any further with 
things, especially when you aren’t around.”

“I hope Sarah will at least dare to try some things with them. I 
doubt her parents will.”

“You’re probably right. Knowing Colleen like I do, if it was to 
happen, she will likely need a little more prodding ... along 
with Sarah. Bob is also likely to have the same concerns as your 
own father. There is nothing simple or easy about any of this.”

I scrunched my lips as I thought about it.

“You want them doing things together, don’t you?” Doris asked.

“Yeah ...”

“You want your best friend experiencing what you are, right?”

“Uh huh ...”

“You know because of what happened this afternoon, Sarah is going 
through some of the same thoughts and feelings about her own 
parents as you are about your own.”

I bit my bottom lip, considering what she had said.

“You’re afraid of Sarah not doing the same things as you, right?” 
she asked with concern.

“Well, yeah. She might start shying away from me or something ... 
because I’m doing it and she isn’t.”

“That’s a really selfish reason, Melissa. And it’s rather 
insulting to Sarah that you think she might do that. Be careful 
you don’t alienate your best friend in the process.”

“But I’m afraid of alienating her by doing what I’m already doing 
with my parents!”

“She’s stuck with you through everything so far. And you have 
stuck with her knowing what all she has done with your parents. I 
just don’t see it happening. Do you see it happening now?”

“Well, not so far ...”

“Just be careful, honey, with encouraging them too much though, 
they need to find their own way. Don’t push things, and keep 
what’s important in mind. You’re never going to lack for sex, 
girl. Best friends aren’t easy to find though,” she said, poking 
me. 


I nodded my understanding. She made sense. But, I was determined 
to come up with a plan to at least nudge Sarah and her parents to 
be a little playful together, like Sarah and her mom were 
earlier.

“I’d love to be there when they do more though.”

“That goes without saying ...”

“First Mom, now you’re reading my mind.”

“I didn’t have to read your mind, sweetie,” she leaned in and 
kissed me, which she couldn’t break after I wrapped my arms 
around her neck. I finally let go, though. It took her a moment 
to compose herself. It became clear she still had some things to 
talk to me about before we got too physically intimate.

“Your mom did mention she encouraged you to spend some time with 
Janet.”

I looked at her for a moment, surprised she brought that up.

“Yeah. She thinks I’ll end up regretting not at least trying it 
with her.”

“I think you would, too, even if you do end up not enjoying it. 
Experimentation itself can be a lot of fun with people you 
trust.”

“You mean the trip to someplace can be more fun than the place 
itself?”

“Absolutely. Spankings and related things for many people can be 
very erotic if done with care. Yes, there usually is some level 
of pain involved whenever you’re doing S&M type things. A skilled 
Mistress can usually quickly figure out what each person’s 
tolerance level is when it comes to enduring pain, and when pain 
goes from enhancing sexual sensation to actually just being 
painful and a turnoff.”

“So you’ve done it before?”

“Let’s just say I’m very familiar with the things Janet will 
likely try out with you,” she stated, wryly smiling. “If you’re 
willing.”

“I didn’t like the spanking she gave me in the cabin.”

“So you both learned something. I suspect she’ll try a different 
approach ... to see what you can endure and enjoy at the same 
time.”

“She should’ve been able to tell I didn’t like it.”

“Not necessarily. Being whipped until you cry is some people’s 
kink. Some people get off on having a sore butt. It’s like many 
things in life, you won’t know if you like it or not until you 
try it - like broccoli.”

“It all sounds so bizarre though - unlike broccoli,” I concluded.

“Your mother finger fucking you to an orgasm while you’re riding 
a washing machine would likely sound very bizarre to quite a few 
people as well,” she said, watching me closely. “I’m with your 
mom on this. Give it a go. You can always say stop at any time.”

I swallowed hard and said, “I guess I’m gonna do it at least 
once, but I don’t like doing things with Mrs. Preston behind 
Jennifer’s back.”

“I know you don’t. I think between you and your mother, you’ll 
figure out how to remedy that. Jennifer already knows your mother 
is bisexual. So, she should feel more comfortable now talking 
about things with her. That could help. You definitely need to 
also talk with Janet about your concerns the next time you’re 
together with her. It will be tough for Jennifer, Derek, and 
their parents to begin a lifestyle like everyone else, even if it 
doesn’t include going as far as the Rayners have with their 
children.”

I hoped Mom could figure it out, because I didn’t have a clue. 
Someone was gonna have to explain about the adults and kids 
fooling around. The sooner the better before Jennifer 
accidentally discovered it and went bonkers.

“I wish I knew how to even begin to talk to Jennifer about it.”

“Some exposure to it before talking would help ease into a 
discussion with her.”

“Maybe show her pictures?”

“That’s possible, but be careful doing that.”

“I wouldn’t show her pictures with people’s faces, except maybe 
mine. Then I could tell her some of what I’ve been doing.”

“You know her better than most people outside her family. Peter 
might be able to offer some advice since they’ve been good 
friends for some time now.”

“Yeah ...”

“Don’t fret over it too much. Just go with your gut feelings, and 
don’t push things too quickly. Hold off doing things with Janet 
for a bit if you feel you need to. Talk to Janet about your 
concerns. Janet and Carl are still figuring things out 
themselves. Maybe the two of you can come up with a good way to 
talk to Jennifer about things. Who knows? After you do talk to 
her, Jennifer might decide she’d like to try being involved with 
us old fogeys.”

“I hope I’ll be just like you when I’m an old fogey.”

“I’ll be a really ancient old fogey by then.”

“Ancient old fogey sex sounds kinky,” I said, grinning. She poked 
me again.

Doris then said, “Your mother is pretty good at seduction, you 
know. Don’t forget about her.”

“Mom is already drooling over her.”

“She does enjoy being with young girls.”

“And you don’t?” I teased.

“Guilty as charged,” she playfully confessed. She quickly kissed 
me.

All of a sudden, Doris glanced at her watch and then quickly 
stood up. She then reached for my hand, pulling me up as well.

“I want you,” she said huskily. “Now!”

I marveled at her aggressiveness as she pulled me along with her 
toward her bedroom. She looked back at me as we entered it. Her 
hunger was written all over her face. At that moment, I knew she 
wanted to devour me. I bit my lip as I suddenly felt the same way 
about her.

Doris pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me. Her lips 
pressed against mine, kissing me passionately as I felt her 
thumbs hooking my shorts and pulling them until they were down my 
legs. She then did the same with my panties before taking my 
sandals off. She dropped those by the bed but left my panties and 
shorts around my calves. I figured she didn’t want me to be able 
to run away easily, like that would ever happen!

She lifted my top high enough to reveal my bra, and then slipped 
her hands underneath to push it above my breasts. She began 
feasting on my nipples as I held her head to me. She was 
definitely an expert at licking and chewing on my hard crinkled 
nubs.

She then kissed down my firm belly to the top of my slit. Her 
eyes met mine as she slowly snaked her tongue along the wet 
swollen flesh, my lips hugging the sides of her slowly moving 
tongue. The sight of it almost made me cum. She pressed her open 
mouth over my clit, licking and gently sucking. She looked so 
incredibly sexy doing it.


******


Then the doorbell rang.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, knowing I was going to be left hanging, and 
without a chance to return the favor she had been giving me.

“God dammit!” she said almost at the same time, causing us both 
to giggle for a moment. It was still an odd feeling to hear her 
say something like that.

“You can get straightened out in my bathroom while I see about 
the door,” she instructed me. She stood up and stared down at my 
pussy, regretfully gazing at it as she walked out of the room. I 
then reached down and grabbed my shorts and panties still hanging 
around my calves, and quickly stepped into the bathroom where I 
pulled them up and made myself presentable again. I had no clue 
who I might see when I went back into the family room.

I cautiously walked from the bathroom to the bedroom door. I 
stopped in the doorway, surprised at who was standing there with 
Doris.

My friend was surprised to see me as well, along with her mother.

“Hi, Mel,” Tammy said standing beside her mother.

“Hi, Tam, Mrs. Addison.”

As usual, Tammy sorta huffed at my calling her Tam.

Doris then said to Tammy and her mom, “I’m giving Melissa a ride 
to church as well.”

I then understood what was going on. I wondered why Doris hadn’t 
mentioned it to me though. I also quickly remembered what Tammy 
had said to me last week about how she would be afraid of saying 
something wrong around Doris. She obviously didn’t want me to 
know that she knew Doris so well.

I walked over to join the three of them.

Mrs. Addison said, “It’s good to see you, Melissa. It’s been a 
while.”

“Thanks. It has been some time,” I replied.

Mrs. Addison was dressed really sharp. She was a very beautiful 
woman with a great body. She had a butt and boobs about the size 
of Doris’s and Mom’s. Her smile was very addictive. She looked 
like an older version of Tammy in many ways. They both had hair 
to die for! It was so dark and flowed so wonderfully, framing 
their faces so attractively. Mine was similar, but I could tell 
they both had the advantage of frequent and likely expensive 
visits to a talented hairdresser.

Tammy stood there staring at me with a curious smile. I knew she 
was trying to figure out why I was there, and especially what I 
had been doing in Doris’s bedroom. I would have been doing the 
same if I were her.

“I need to be going,” Mrs. Addison stated. “Gordon and I have 
another one of those dinners to attend for one of his clients. 
Thanks for giving Tammy a lift to church.”

“Anytime, Amy. Tammy is always welcome.”

Tammy came closer to me and quietly asked, “What are you doing 
here?”

“Same as you, I suppose. Getting a ride to church.”

“Cool,” she replied, but still looking at me a little curiously. 
She then said, “You told me Mrs. Thomas was friends with your 
mom. I didn’t know you knew her this well.”

“Mrs. Thomas is cool. She offered to give me a ride whenever,” I 
said and shrugged, trying to show it wasn’t a big deal for me to 
be here before church. “I thought you were afraid to be around 
her much, that you might say something wrong?”

She smiled a little squeamishly without answering. I knew then 
she definitely was hiding something from me. I was betting she 
knew Doris about as well as I did, or perhaps even better.

Doris came back into the room and announced, “I need to change 
before we leave.” She started toward her bedroom while saying, 
“Come with me. We can talk while I get ready.”

We all went into the bedroom where Doris proceeded to strip naked 
in front of us. While she wasn’t trying to make a show of being 
naked in front of us, she certainly didn’t seem to care that we 
were sitting there as she talked and picked out what she planned 
to wear.

As she finished choosing her clothes, she asked, “You guys have 
been friends for a while, right?”

We both nodded. She then came over and sat between us, still 
naked, and asked, “How long have you known each other?”

Together we explained how we first met.

Tammy started, “We’ve been in school together since first grade. 
We slowly became friends during the first few years, but didn’t 
become good friends until about the fourth grade. Melissa and 
Sarah were inseparable before then. I had a few girls I hung out 
with at school, too.”

Tammy didn’t mention that her other friends were from wealthy 
families like hers. But in fourth grade, Tammy started drifting 
away from those friends as they got a little too snooty for her 
liking. She started hanging around with me when she had the 
chance. She got comfortable being around Sarah as well. The three 
of us hung out during breaks at school quite a bit, but Tammy 
always seemed to like being around me more than Sarah. It wasn’t 
that she disliked Sarah. The two of them got along great, but 
Tammy and I just felt more like kindred spirits.

Tammy and I could tease and playfully slam each other without 
taking offense. Neither of us took ourselves too seriously, which 
allowed us to ignore the different wealth status of our families. 
We both made excellent grades. We seemed to share a common witty 
nature, and we were both down to earth about things. Between the 
two of us, we made fun of others who thought they were God’s 
gifts. Our friendship had endured through seventh grade, but 
outside of school we only hung out together at public places, 
like the mall.

“We’ve been good friends ever since then,” I added, smiling at 
her.

Doris asked, “Do you ever spend the night together?”

“Umm, no,” we both said, almost at the same time.

“Why not?” Doris asked looking between us. We both shrugged at 
her before glancing at each other. I was sure we both knew why we 
didn’t. We had never even visited the other’s home, much less 
spend the night together. I think we both avoided it because we 
feared it could really highlight the major difference between us, 
and that it could come between our friendship. At least I felt 
that way. On occasion we had generally talked about maybe 
spending the night at one or the other’s home, but neither of us 
actually took any steps to make it happen.

“Well, you should,” Doris replied, almost demandingly. I think 
she sensed the issue going on, and it probably pissed her off 
that we were likely being prejudiced toward the other because of 
money.

I skittishly looked at Tammy. “Do you want to spend the night at 
my house sometime?”

She coyly replied, “Sure, if you’ll spend the night with me 
sometime, too.”

“See how easy that was?” Doris said a little sarcastically. I was 
sure she had been pissed then. I admired her ability to see and 
cut through bullshit. Gawd, I hoped I would be like her when I 
was grown up.

Doris then walked into the bathroom, taking her clothes with her.

“Oh crap,” she exclaimed. “Mel, can you go out to my car and get 
the small suitcase out of the trunk with my makeup? It may be 
under the other luggage. There are several small suitcases in 
there, so make sure you get the right one. The car key is hanging 
by the garage door.”

I jumped off the bed, slipped my sandals on, and began walking 
out of the room. Tammy stood up as well, and I thought she was 
going to come with me, but she stopped as she looked in the 
direction of the bathroom.

I reached the garage door and looked on the wall for the key. 
There wasn’t one. So, I quickly ran back to tell Doris, but 
stopped at the bedroom door. Tammy wasn’t in the bedroom anymore. 
I then heard Doris say, “I’ve been missing this sexy little 
body.”

My eyes went wide. I took a cautious stepped further into the 
room, trying to get a view into the bathroom. After another step, 
I could see both of them standing together facing each other. 
They were kissing with Doris’s hand working its way inside the 
front of Tammy’s shorts. They broke the kiss as Doris’ hand 
reached Tammy’s pussy and appeared to be rubbing her.

I heard Tammy groan. “I’ve missed you doing this with me. I’ve 
missed Bradley, too.”

Doris whispered hotly in Tammy’s ear, “We’ll get together again. 
I’ll talk to Beth about asking you to baby-sit for her. But we 
can’t tonight. Like I told you we’ve got a friend visiting and 
staying the night.”

Doris leaned in to kiss her again, and Tammy’s hand moved to cup 
one of Doris’s tits. Tammy pulled her mouth away and leaned her 
head down to take a nipple in her mouth, sucking firmly on it.

After a few moments, Doris quickly turned her head and glanced 
out of the bathroom, spotting me, and then quickly winking with a 
wicked smile. I stayed glued to where I was, not sure what to do.

Moments later she began pulling away from Tammy, telling her, 
“Melissa will be back any moment.”

I took the hint and left the bedroom for a moment before coming 
back in the room announcing my return.

Tammy had moved away from her. I then realized I didn’t have the 
bag she wanted me to get! But Doris was quick to cover for me. “I 
forgot I had the key in my purse. How silly of me! Just forget 
it. I can use the makeup I have here.”

Tammy came out of the bathroom a bit out of sorts. I almost 
laughed at her as she tried to act normal after almost getting 
discovered fooling around. Doris had left her hanging just like 
me. I knew her frustration.


******


Doris finished getting ready and drove us over to the church.

At church Tammy and I sat together with the other youth that came 
for the Wednesday night supper. James Davidson, the Youth 
Minister, and his wife Beth sat directly across from me and 
Tammy. The four of us talked a good bit. While I mainly listened 
to them, they did try to include me in their talk. I just kept 
remembering images of Tammy getting fucked by James’s nice cock 
as she leaned over his desk. And of course, there was also the 
memory of hearing Beth telling the Music Minister to put his cock 
into her, after she had dressed in just a choir robe for him. 
Beth actually intrigued me more than her husband. She had a 
seriously kinky way about her.

I wondered if I might get lucky later and see all of them cumming 
together for Jesus. I wondered what would happen if I interrupted 
them on purpose. I knew I needed to stop imagining it happening 
or I was gonna have to go rub one out in the church restroom. The 
fear I had about that was my unfortunate lack of control of 
making joyful noises at inopportune times.

One other person I was carefully watching was Belle Thornton, the 
Music Minister’s daughter. I wondered if she ever dressed in only 
a robe for anyone. She was a grade ahead of me. We knew each 
other, but we had never hung out or anything. She was pretty much 
a stranger to me. I made a mental note to remember to ask Doris 
about the singing lessons.

Tammy interrupted my thoughts. “Why are you staring at Belle?”

“We’ve never hung out together,” I replied. “Do you know her very 
well?”

“Yeah. I mainly know her from here though. She’s a cool chica, 
for a church minister’s daughter.”

“Aren’t preachers’ kids supposed to be really wild?”

Tammy shrugged. “I think that is just a saying. She’s fun to be 
around. But since she is a year older than us, I’m not around her 
much at school.”

Belle’s hair was auburn like her mom’s. It was long and flowed 
over her shoulders very gracefully. She had a really cute face 
and smile. Her skin was very fair and soft looking with just a 
very light dusting of freckles. I couldn’t imagine her ever being 
a nudist without spending a ton of money on sun block. I bet she 
had the cutest pussy though ... with soft auburn pubic hair 
nicely framing her wet pink ...

I shook my head quickly. Here I was in church checking out girls 
and sizing them up for potential sex partners. At some point I 
figured God would strike me down. But I had no control over that 
... or my lust, it seemed.

“She’ll be at my party in two weeks before school starts. You 
never said if you and Peter were coming.”

“Definitely we’re coming.” I hope Peter wouldn’t mind me saying 
he would go with me. I couldn’t imagine he would though.

“Everyone we know should be there ... and some high school 
friends as well.”

“Too cool. I assume that includes Becky.”

She laughed, “Yeah, our favorite drama queen.” We giggled 
together. “I’ve even lowered my standards and invited some 
cheerleaders, too,” she snorted.

I snarled at her. I wondered if one of them might be Anna Taylor. 
Tammy patted my leg as she grinned, and let her hand linger a 
little with it slipping between my legs. I wasn’t sure if she 
meant to do it. She had turned to look at another girl who called 
her name when it happened. I was ready to rape her right then 
though. It’s a good thing I was wearing a bra, or my nipples 
would have become an embarrassment.

“It’ll be your first time at my house,” Tammy said. ”I really 
would like for you to spend the night sometime.”

“Me too. And you with me sometime soon.”

“This weekend?”

“My mom is planning for the two of us to go to my grandparents. 
Maybe one night during the week?”

“My parents don’t like us to have friends spend the night during 
the week because of their jobs. They don’t mind weekends though.”

“Let me see about next weekend then. I don’t know what my parents 
might have planned, but I’ll find out.”

“I’ll do the same. We’ll work it out,” she said, nudging and 
smiling at me. Her eyes lingered on mine, or was I imagining it? 
I wondered if she might try to seduce me when I spent the night, 
or at least feel me out to see if I might be open to having sex 
with girls.

I figured I probably shouldn’t try seducing her ... since we 
would be at her house. I would hate to get driven home in the 
middle of the night by angry parents if she for some reason 
didn’t want to have sex with me.


******


After the supper, I followed Tammy and the other teens to the 
gymnasium where the youth group met. It was basically the same 
thing as before. Unlike last time, the girls seemed to be more 
accepting of me being there. Maybe some of them found out I 
wasn’t a cheerleader anymore. Being a friend of Tammy seemed to 
help too.

I played volleyball with the girls while most of the guys played 
basketball. I did notice a few of the guys ogling me. A few of 
them were cute, but I was off the market. But I did get some 
perverse pleasure out of them undressing me with their eyes.

I sat down in the stands after I rotated off the court, and Beth 
came over and sat down next to me.

“I’m glad you came back this week, Melissa.”

“Mrs. Thomas bugged me into coming.”

“I hope you’ll soon want to come without needing to be bugged.”

“I didn’t mean it quite like that. I enjoyed last time a lot.”

“Doris can be very persuasive,” she noted while smiling. I 
figured Beth or her husband could persuade me just as easily.

“You and Tammy seem to be good friends.”

“She’s the bee’s knees,” I said, trying to be funny.

“Someone’s been hanging out with Doris,” she teased. I blushed, 
more because she either knew or suspected Doris and I were really 
good friends in more ways than one. That was cool though. I knew 
Beth wasn’t an angel, even though she liked to wear robes.

“Is the offer to babysit still good?”

“Yeah.”

“Give me your phone number, please. We may ask you soon. Our 
regular sitter will be on a trip the last few weeks of this month 
before school starts back.”

“I need to make sure it’s fine with my parents, but I’m sure 
they’ll let me.” I wrote down my phone number in a notebook she 
had. I was already anticipating what could happen with one or 
both of them.

Like last Wednesday night, James read some scripture and talked 
to the group for a while about how it applied to our lives. It 
sucked that it wasn’t one of the verses about sex. I would have 
paid more attention instead of scheming how I was gonna get to 
spy on him and his wife afterward.

When we actually did break up, I told Tammy we should try to hook 
up somewhere before the weekend. We talked about the mall, as 
usual, and said we would call each other. I then left the 
gymnasium to go to Pastor Thomas’s office.

His office door was locked when I arrived, and there was no sign 
of him.

“Bradley had to leave early, sweetie,” Doris said as she walked 
up to me. “He had to take care of a matter with another pastor at 
a different church. He’ll be at the house when we get there.”

I nodded that I understood and started fidgeting, looking around. 
Doris smiled. She leaned closer and quietly said, “We’ll go check 
out the action in the gymnasium shortly. They’ll wait a little 
longer before doing anything. They have to make sure that 
everyone else has left and the exterior doors are locked. Let’s 
wait in the kitchen. I need a drink of water.”

Now I was the one smiling, and blushing too.

“Doris, do Beth and James have sex here in church with somebody 
from the youth group every Wednesday night?”

“No, but I asked them to because I told them that I would have a 
special friend with me tonight who wanted to watch them.”

Whoa. Did Doris tell them about me? “Do they know it is me?”

Doris grinned conspiratorially at me and whispered, “Yes ... and 
they won’t tell Tammy or Belle that you know about them and will 
be watching them. I assured Beth and James you could be trusted 
to keep their secret.”

“You’re telling others about me?” I was very surprised and a 
little alarmed. Who all had she told about me? What had happened 
to keeping secrets? “I thought you were keeping that a secret?”

“Sweetie, I have told you before and I am telling you again, I 
won’t do anything intentionally to hurt you. They have seen 
pictures and videos of you. You can trust them completely. 
Bradley and I do, and so do your parents.”

I shook my head. “I go camping and I find out the Prestons know 
about me. I have my picture taken and I find out the Taylors know 
about me. I go to church, and the youth minister and his wife 
know about me. Who all else knows?”

Doris took my hands and we locked eyes. She was smiling and 
looked completely unconcerned. “Melissa, who told me she wanted 
to be involved in her mother’s secrets?”

“I did, but I wasn’t aware that there were that many people who 
would know about me. I thought it was just the Clarks, the 
Rayners, the Walcotts and you.”

“There are some others. And I am sure that your mom will let you 
meet them soon. She won’t invite them all into her living room so 
you can meet them, though,” Doris chuckled, “although that could 
be fun.”

“What could be fun?”

“Having all their friends in your living room with your mom and 
dad asking you to say hi to all their swinger friends.” Doris 
threw her head back and laughed. “I bet you would be speechless.”

I grinned, too. “That’d be strange. They might not all know about 
each other.”

“Oh, they do, sweetie. Your parents are members of a group of 
very nice couples. We are all involved with each other and have 
played together often.”

“And all their kids are involved with the adults, too?”

“Just some of them.”

I was going to ask for more detail about the kids when she 
apparently decided we had waited long enough. Doris grinned and 
said, “I think it’s time to go to see what’s happening in the 
gym.”

We talked as we slowly walked in the direction of the gymnasium.

“Tammy is dying to know if you’re into girls,” Doris blurted out.

“Seriously?”

“Sure. She saw you coming out of my bedroom. Plus, you forgot to 
put your sandals back on. They were on the floor next to the bed 
still. So she knew we had been in there for at least a short 
time, most likely on my bed.”

“Shit. I didn’t even think about my sandals, or what she would 
think seeing them there when she first arrived.”

“It’s the details that always trip you up in the end.”

“So, she asked if we were doing stuff together?”

“Uh huh, but I didn’t indicate either way, which means she 
probably thinks so.”

That would explain the hand between my legs thing during the 
supper then. She was trying to feel me out ... in more ways than 
one!

“Too cool,” I stated while smiling, glad it was Tammy and not me 
doing the wondering!

“Don’t tease her, Mel.”

“I can’t have some fun letting her seduce me?”

“You sure are growing up fast,” Doris stated.

Maybe I was.


******


We reached the gymnasium entrance and carefully went inside. We 
didn’t see anyone, the overhead lights were off, but there was 
still light shining through the open doorway to James’s office 
... which indicated our timing was pretty good.

We both quietly walked toward the door until we could see inside 
the office. I wasn’t to be disappointed, but I was surprised by 
who all was in the office. There was another girl enjoying James 
this week along with Tammy. Not only that, but Beth was helping 
out her husband with the two girls.

Belle had joined the party this week. She was up on the desk as 
Beth pressed her face into her pussy. It was obvious she was 
doing a great job. Belle was definitely enjoying it, holding 
Beth’s head with both hands.

James was sitting in his desk chair with Tammy in his lap, riding 
his very sexy cock. It was so nice and hard, and very shiny with 
Tammy’s juices. I could hear the squishy noise of her very wet 
pussy when he pushed deep into her. I was seriously envious. Her 
expressions only told me what I already knew, that she was 
thoroughly enjoying getting fucked by her older lover. If she 
hadn’t been so involved with fucking James, she might have caught 
a glimpse of me and Doris.

Belle was writhing on top of the desk, obviously very close to an 
orgasm. While I had been watching Tammy working her pussy up and 
down on James’ cock, I hadn’t noticed Beth moving her head 
slightly away from Belle’s pussy while she continued licking her. 
Beth’s tongue appeared to be quite talented. But the thing that 
really impressed me the most was how long it was! The thing 
looked like a snake coming out of her mouth! I wondered just how 
it would feel winding its way up in my own cooch.

“Fucking hell,” I softly murmured.

“Beth’s tongue, huh?”

I simply nodded.

“She knows just how to use it, too,” Doris added.

I was practically hypnotized watching it. I couldn’t resist 
reaching between my legs and squeezing my pussy. It was the 
damnedest thing I had ever seen! Just as I began rubbing myself 
through my shorts, Belle started groaning out as she came, 
raising her butt to press it to Beth’s face. Her back arched as 
her orgasm reached its peak. My pussy was on fire, and I could 
feel the heat from it, too, against my hand.

Doris and I watched a few minutes longer. During that time, Tammy 
got off of James’s lap and leaned over the desk, and began 
sucking one of Belle’s hard nipples as Beth continued using that 
amazing tongue on her. She had smallish breasts, but they were 
definitely fuller than mine. She had a year on me though.

James took his position behind Tammy and began pounding her with 
long hard thrusts. I was ready to say to hell with it and go join 
them, but Doris put a stop to any ideas of that when she reached 
around from behind and began playing with my breasts. I leaned 
back into her as she placed her head on my shoulder to watch with 
me as she toyed with my nipples.

Doris then surprised me by turning me sideways and reaching down 
to grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and off me. My bra 
was just as quickly pushed above my breasts. Her lips and tongue 
were working over one nipple as she firmly pulled and tugged on 
the other.

We were both able to glance to our side to continue watching the 
foursome in the youth minister’s office. James held Tammy by her 
hips and was driving hard into her, almost pushing her across the 
desk each time. She was grunting along with each and every thrust 
deep inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut and her face became 
twisted as she came. I heard her moaning loudly. James’ face 
became just as contorted as he began cumming as well. His grunts 
were timed to match each thrust as he spurted his cum deep inside 
her tight lithe body.

“Let’s go, sweetie,” Doris whispered as she took my hand and 
began walking.

“Oops,” I said, suddenly remembering to grab my top off the 
floor. Doris snatched it from me and began to run from the gym. 
We both began giggling as I was pulling my bra back in place 
while chasing Doris who headed right out the door. She quickly 
stopped and looked to make sure no one was around though. Then 
she started walking quickly down the hall, still holding my top.

“Doris!” I anxiously but quietly yelled while standing at the 
door still. She just giggled and tossed my shirt into the air, 
making me come down the hall to get it. I could only imagine 
having some stuffy old couple catching me running around the 
church in just my bra. Mom would probably be pissed, but I 
suspect she would have gone easy on me, especially with Doris 
being the cause of it. Besides that, I bet she would have done 
the same thing when she was thirteen, even without the pastor’s 
wife running off with her shirt.

When I reached where my top ended up lying, I quickly snatched it 
off the floor and put it back on.

“Such a naughty girl,” Doris teased me as I looked at her, 
playfully angry.

“You’re a crazy woman,” I blurted out. She then lifted her top 
and bra and flashed her tits at me ... in the freakin’ middle of 
the hall!

My mouth hung open as I gawked at her.

“Oh, don’t worry. No one is here this late ... at least no one 
who hasn’t already seen these babies,” she stated, squeezing her 
tits while grinning.

“So, Belle has seen them?” I replied after realizing the 
implication.

“You’re good,” Doris said, acknowledging my astute attention. 
“She’s quite familiar with them.”

“You’re the naughty one here.” I playfully scolded. She shrugged 
impishly.

She got her bra back in place and pulled her own top down again.

“Let’s get going. Bradley is waiting,” she said, wryly smiling.


******


As she drove the car out of the church parking lot, I asked, “How 
long have Tammy and Belle been doing things with grownups?”

“You mean with Beth and James?”

“Well, with them or you or ...”

“Beth seduced them both. I already told you basically what 
happened with Tammy.”

“They were both babysitters?”

“Just Belle when she was first seduced. She was eleven at the 
time. She had been a sitter for them maybe half a dozen times 
before anything happened.”

“And Tammy?” I asked.

“Tammy had gotten to be friends with Beth at church. Beth started 
inviting her to come by her house in the afternoons. Of course, 
the Addisons had no reason to distrust the youth minister’s wife. 
So, they arranged for her to see Beth quite a bit. Things quickly 
evolved after that.”

“So Beth is seriously into young girls?”

“And men. She rather enjoys the time she spends with Bradley, Tom 
Thornton ...”

“My daddy?”

She nodded. “But she does favor girls about your age and younger. 
She would definitely like to spend some time with you, too, 
sweetie.”

“How young?”

“We’re almost at the house. We can talk about that when we have 
more time.”

I planned to make sure we found some time soon.

“Do Belle’s parents know?”

“Uh huh. They’ve known since the beginning. And Belle knows that 
her parents know.”

As we pulled into the garage, I asked, “Will you tell me about 
Julie and her singing lessons when she was eight?”

She parked and then turned to look at me.

“Maggie mentioned you would likely ask. We’ll talk about it 
inside. I think Bradley needs to be a part of that discussion as 
well.”

I could live with that.


******


We were about to go inside the house when Doris stopped us.

“Would you help me bring in the luggage from the trunk of the 
car? I’ve been meaning to all day!”

“Did you go on a trip?”

“Bradley and I did an overnight trip yesterday. We got back in 
town late this morning.”

I started to ask where and who, but decided that would be bad 
manners. I bit my lower lip.

“Oh, poo,” she stated laughingly. “You can ask me where we went.”

I blushed a little. I was busted again. She knew how curious I 
was. “Where did you go?”

“We spent the night with the Millers. They live a few hours 
away.”

“Do I know them?”

“I doubt that you’ve ever met them. Matthew, or Matt as everyone 
he knows calls him, is the pastor of a church there. His wife, 
Sandra, does basically what I do.”

“You guys have sex with another pastor and his wife?” I asked, 
incredulously.

How many swinging preachers are there?!

“Sure, sweetie. It actually makes a great cover story,” she said 
and laughed. “Who would ever suspect?”

“I guess no one. Are they the same age as you guys?”

“Pretty close. Not enough difference to be noticeable or call 
attention to us when we’re out and about together.”

“Do they have kids?” I curiously inquired. She immediately 
grinned. I got the feeling she probably suspected why I was 
asking.

“They have two boys and a girl, all of them in their teens with 
the girl being the youngest. The boys are nice looking, and their 
daughter is pretty.”

“Do they ...” I said before pausing, not really sure how to 
phrase the question.

“Screw their kids?” I nodded, sorta rolling my eyes for her 
making me ask.

“They don’t. Their family could be described as being similar to 
the Walcotts.”

“But do they like to ...”

“Screw other people’s pretty teen girls like me and Bradley?”

“Well, yeah. Do they?”

“It stays between us?”

“Always,” I asserted.

“Yep, but they are part of their own group of church swingers.”

“Church swingers?”

“Sure. Sometimes church ministers and their wives need some play 
time together, too.”

I wondered just how kinky their play time got!

“Are their kids involved with adults, too?” I asked.

“They are. And the Millers would adore you.”

“So they don’t know about me doing stuff with you guys?”

“They don’t know who you are,” she stated, “but they would love 
to meet the gorgeous teen girl I raved about quite a bit last 
night. I think they were quite jealous of me and Bradley.”

I blushed, and said, “Are they cool like you and Pastor Thomas?”

“They’re cool. I think you would like knowing them, even without 
the sex. And you’ve been told before that you can call my husband 
Bradley. And you can, you know?”

“I know ...” I said, and let it hang there.

“You dirty little girl,” Doris dramatically accused. “You really 
get off on the whole pastor thing, don’t you?”

“It does sorta ...” I squeamishly started to say.

“I’m just fucking with you, Mel. You can pretend he is the Pope 
or Buddha if you want. Bradley won’t mind ... err ... I mean 
PASTOR Thomas won’t mind if you do,” she teased as she led us 
inside, luggage in hand.


******


We took the luggage into the Thomas’s bedroom, and set everything 
in their closet for now.

“Bradley must be up at his desk,” she stated, taking my hand to 
lead the way.

As we reached the top of the stairs, we could hear Bradley typing 
away at his computer from a room a short distance from us at the 
end of the hall. I noticed where the guest bedroom was located, 
along with a bathroom, as we walked toward where the sound was 
coming from.

As we stepped into what was obviously some kind of large spare 
room, I quickly noticed him sitting in a chair in front of a 
computer. He was completely naked, and his hand was stroking his 
hard cock at that moment before he started typing again.

Doris held my hand as we stepped a little closer, but she made 
sure I stayed beside her. Then she pointed at the camera sitting 
on top of the desk directed at Bradley. I then noticed something 
very familiar being displayed on the monitor. It was the webcam 
software running, and he was obviously webcamming with someone 
displayed on the screen. Standing at the angle we were, I 
couldn’t make out what or who he was watching.

He noticed us after a moment.

“Ah, my lovely ladies are here!” he excitedly said. His hand was 
again stroking his cock. I stepped a little closer and started 
leaning forward to see who he was watching, but Doris quickly and 
firmly held me back.

“Don’t get too close,” she warned. “You can’t be seen just yet.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Your parents want you to just watch tonight, and then talk about 
things afterwards.”

“I don’t think they would mind me webcamming. Anyways, I’m not 
naked.”

Bradley said, “They know a beautiful young girl is spending the 
night with us. They might not see you naked, but they would know 
what you look like.”

“What are you watching though?” I asked him.

“It’s a couple that lives across the country in California. The 
older gentleman is the pastor of a church there.”

I cocked my head, looking up at Doris. She slightly grinned and 
shrugged.

Looking back at Bradley, I asked, “But what’s going on?”

He reached for the camera and turned it away slightly. He then 
began typing something.

“I’m telling them that my lovely friend is here with my lovely 
wife. But that I can’t show you on camera yet,” he told me. “Step 
right here on this side of me, but don’t lean across me or 
anything.”

When Doris and I were beside him, I could then see what he was 
watching.

“Shit ...” I softly said, and stood there with my mouth open.

On the screen were twin girls about my age and an older man, 
maybe about sixty or so. The twins were identical, and they were 
naked ... just like the old man. He was sitting just like Bradley 
was, with a twin on each side of him. They were kneeling with 
their faces right at his rather large cock, licking along the 
sides of the think veiny shaft. I had never seen one quite that 
thick before, but maybe it was just the way the camera was angled 
or some techno geeky thing. Regardless, his cock was definitely 
shiny wet with their saliva.

The girls had boobs much larger than mine, too, the little 
bitches. But they looked no older than me.

“They’re twelve,” Bradley informed me. Fucking little big boobied 
whores! They were a year younger than me! Why the fuck did they 
have to be so damn pretty, too?! Stupid little preteen sluts. I 
hoped they would fall over on their pretty faces when the wind 
blew.

I then noticed the chat window. The old dude typed that he was 
about to cum. I glanced back at the video window and it wasn’t 
but a few moments before cum started spurting from the tip. The 
two girls took delight in that too, trying to lick what they 
could from the old guy and his cock. One even reached across and 
swiped a bit from the top of one of her sister’s freakin’ big 
titties with her finger, and put it in her own mouth to clean 
off.

I then realized I was licking my lips, as I stared intently.

“Don’t worry, Melissa,” Bradley stated with a shit-eating grin, 
“you’ll get as much as you want very soon.”

I blushed as I looked at him, although at first I thought he was 
talking about their big fun bags as Jamie has called big ones in 
the past. I quickly realized though he was talking about the old 
guy’s fun juice. Bradley’s cock was looking seriously tasty as it 
squished from his pre-cum while he was stroking it.

“Who are the bi ... girls?” I finally asked, catching myself 
before I said bitches.

“Those are his granddaughters.”

“No way!” I exclaimed.

“They’re his son’s daughters, two of them anyway.”

Fuck. I bet the other girls had industrial sized dairy factories 
as well. Why had God forsaken me so!

“Where is his son, their father?” I asked.

“He and the girls’ mother are in another room right now. I think 
they are likely still in bed with his mom.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?” I asked, turning to look at him.

“On a stack of bibles,” he said, holding his hand in the air.

I just stood there speechless.

Bradley laughed, and said, “Let me thank them for the show and 
tell them goodnight. You and Doris can eat the pizza I picked up 
on the way home and relax a bit.”

I followed Doris back downstairs. Bye you silly cows, I thought 
as I mentally waved back at the computer.

As we walked downstairs, I asked Doris, “Do you guys do that a 
lot?”

“Just since we got the webcam about a month ago. Before then, we 
traded picture and video files. His granddaughters can put on 
quite the show. So can his son and daughter-in-law.”

“You’ve met these people?”

“We usually visit with them once a year. It’s a shame they live 
so far away. You would love being around the girls.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. A year younger than me with big 
balloon boobies. Blimp sized even! I hated them already. Not 
really, but I was jealous. I would probably like them and we 
would end up best friends. The injustice of it all just totally 
sucked though. At least I had pizza to soothe my bruised ego.

We walked into the kitchen, sat down and each of us took a piece 
of pizza.

“Do you webcam with them a lot?” I asked as we ate.

“Fairly frequently. Bradley asked them to tonight because we were 
going to have a special friend who might want to watch.”

“Are they going to want me to webcam with them as payback?”

“Melissa, you’ve got to learn. There is no tit for tat when it 
comes to sharing. But they would certainly love to webcam with 
you if you wanted to.”

“What all have you guys told them about me?”

“We’ve described how smart, beautiful and sexy you are, and that 
you’re one cool chica.”

“Cool,” I stated, pleased with that. “Maybe webcamming with them 
would be fun.”

“Just let me know, and we’ll talk with your parents about it. It 
won’t be hard to set it up after they give the go ahead.”

“Does Mom know that you guys were going to show me this tonight? 
An old dude having sex with his granddaughters?” I skeptically 
asked.

“Why would you ever think she doesn’t?” she asked, acting 
insulted.

“I’m just fucking with you,” I stated, grinning, which got me 
tickled. I had already learned Mom either planned or knew 
practically everything before it was to happen. Of course, I was 
an expert at screwing up her plans to either reveal or not reveal 
things to me.

“Is his cock as thick as it looked?” I asked.

“It’s pretty thick. I think you could handle it fine, but you 
don’t want to jump right on it without some prep time to make 
sure you’re ready for it.”

I grimaced at the thought. Donkey Dick’s ... well, donkey dick 
... suddenly appeared in my head, too.


******


Bradley joined us at that time, still naked. He grabbed some 
pizza and leaned against the counter with his cock standing up 
and pointing in our direction.

“Watch that thing, dear. You could put an eye out with it.”

“I think he got too much of an eyeful,” I giggled.

“A little eye candy never hurt anyone,” he replied. “Were you 
surprised?”

“Surprised, stunned, amazed ... I just never expected to see 
young twin girls doing something like that with their own 
grandfather,” I replied.

“They do love to show off ... much like you,” he said to tease 
me.

“You’ve seen them showing off ... in person?”

“Several times,” he replied, smiling between me and his wife. She 
was smiling back at him.

“When?” I dared to ask.

“We usually get together in June. At lease we have the past three 
years.”

“You had sex with the twins each time?” I asked, looking between 
the two of them.

Doris replied, “Each time. And yes, Bradley fucked both of them 
each time we were together.”

“But ... they would’ve been ...” My eyes went wide.

“Ten the first time,” she answered. She watched me for a moment 
as I let that sink in. “You weren’t expecting that, were you?”

“Not really. I mean ... wow,” I simply said.

Bradley spoke up, “They weren’t forced, Mel. They’re quite mature 
in many ways for their age.”

That was the fucking truth. Their tits might be bigger than many 
grown women. I so wanted to hate those girls, but they sorta felt 
like ‘sisters’ to me, in a weird way. The three of us had had sex 
with at least two people in common.

“I suppose since they’re doing stuff with their grandfather that 
they’ve also ...”

“With their parents?” Bradley finished my question. “Yes. One 
lost her virginity to her father, and the other to her 
grandfather. I forget which is which though.”

“So .... how did you meet them?”

“The gentleman you saw and his wife are swingers. We first met on 
the internet,” Bradley stated. “The first time we got together 
with them was at a national conference for church leaders that’s 
held once a year. We spent the week getting to know them much 
better.”

“Do you know a lot of church leaders that do that with their 
kids?”

“Not many that are having sex with their own sons and daughters. 
But we’ve been able to find others that are quite liberal minded 
when it comes to sex.”

“So wild ...” I softly said, mesmerized by it all.

“Speaking of wild, would you ladies like to join me in the 
bedroom,” Bradley grinned, his cock practically bobbing from 
being so hard.

“I think we better,” I said, smiling and looking at Doris, 
“before that thing goes off or something.”

Doris shook head and chuckled.


******


As we walked into the bedroom, Doris told her husband, “Give us 
ladies a little time to get ready.”

He smiled as he watched Doris take my hand and pull me along with 
her to their bathroom. Once we were inside, she closed the door 
behind us.

I needed to wash the grease from the pizza of my hands, but I 
wasn’t really sure what she intended, until she said, “Remember 
last week?”

“Yeah ... it was my first time taking it in my butt. I figured 
we’d do that again, but what are we doing in here?”

“Getting you ready,” she said, taking an enema bag out of a 
cabinet. I knew what one was. Mom had explained what it was when 
I was younger, and what it was used for. She said it helped when 
you hadn’t been able to poop for a while, and started to feel all 
cramped up and shit. I guess getting ‘cleaned out’ could be for 
other reasons though, as I suspected I was about to discover.

“First time?” she asked.

I nodded, and asked, “Why do you need to give me an enema? I keep 
myself clean back there.”

“You do a great job, but sometimes you want to get clean inside 
and out.”

I looked at her wide-eyed.

“Trust me. We’re gonna spend a good bit of time back there.”

“In my butt?”

“Well, mine too. I’ll do mine after we do yours,” she said as she 
filled the bag with warm water.

The first time was really awkward. She had me stand up with my 
back towards her so she could insert the nozzle up my pooper. I 
was glad she added some lube before she did. She teased me with 
the tip of the nozzle, working it in small circles around the 
inside of my butt. She pushed it in and pulled it out. She had me 
squirming and giggling.

Then I filled up with water ... big time, before she pulled the 
nozzle out. I started to move to sit on the toilet, but she 
gently held my arm.

“Keep standing, but hold it in, okay?”

So, I just stood there, clenching the muscles in my butt, and 
praying the dam wouldn’t burst! Then she decided to play unfair, 
placing her hand on my pussy and working a finger inside me.

“Doris!”

“Hold it in,” she quickly said, grinning.

“You play dirty!” I objected, playfully pouting while also 
slightly scrunching my face while concentrating on having the 
tightest asshole ever.

“I hope to play clean shortly,” she wryly said, leaning to kiss 
the end of my nose.

Finally she had me sit down and told me to let ’er blow. I 
seriously scrunched my face as some of the most unladylike sounds 
came from by backside. I started giggling after the initial blast 
from my butt, feeling more comfortable as well. Doris started 
giggling along with me.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” I accused her.

“Now you know what your mother and I went through on the job 
quite often while in California.”

“Shitty job, I say.” That had her howling, and me forcing out 
more water ... along with the unfortunate background noise.

She had me repeat the same thing a few more times until what was 
passing out of my butt was clear water.

Then it was her turn. I showed no mercy. The tormented became the 
tormenter. I was definitely enjoying it too much. Fortunately, we 
didn’t have any accidents on the floor ... or walls and ceiling 
for that matter. It was a wonder though.

As we both took a quick shower to finish getting ourselves ready 
to join Bradley, I sternly said, “You better not have any hidden 
cameras in here.”

“Why not?”

“Can you imagine if Jamie got a hold of a video of what we just 
did?”

“Good point. And, no, there are no cameras in here ... unless 
Bradley, well ... You know he used to enjoy watching women while 
they ...” she paused, obviously saying that just to rile me up. 
If he wants to watch me pee like Colleen did, then cool. But I’ll 
shove any cameras I find in that bathroom up his butt!

Before we walked out of the bathroom, she told me, “There’s 
something I’m going to ask you to try tonight ... if you will.”

“What?” I curiously asked, and immediately wondered if I truly 
wanted to know, especially after what we had just been doing.

“I want to wait on telling you until it’s the right time. When I 
do, I don’t want you to think you have to do it. It’s something I 
enjoy doing for Bradley at times. You only do it if you want to. 
I’ll even do it first so you have a little time to decide if you 
want to as well. Remember, you only do what you want to do.”

“But what is it?” I was hoping for any clue I could get!

“When it’s time, sweetie, you’ll know. Personally, I think you’ll 
get a kick out of it, but it isn’t for everyone.”

She lightly stroked my cheek. “Ready to go fuck?”

I grinned and nodded, deciding to worry about whatever it was she 
wanted me to do when it came up. I also wondered how many 
thirteen-year-old girls had ever heard that from their pastor’s 
wife before. I felt rather special for being a trailblazer for my 
fellow sisters. They should all be so lucky.


******


On the bed, both Bradley and Doris took their time licking 
practically every inch of my body, especially every nook and 
cranny of my little pussy, before getting me on my hands and 
knees so they could focus on one particular part of my body - my 
butt. It wasn’t like a surprise or anything. Why go through the 
trouble of cleaning out my pooper if they hadn’t intended to make 
it their playground for the night.

Both of them took time with my backside. They made sure to keep 
their fingers lubed. One focused on a cheek - rubbing, kissing, 
licking and nibbling on it - while the other licked and poked a 
tongue against and into my butthole. I assumed the lube must have 
been edible. I laid my head on the bed and relaxed, enjoying the 
attention and great feelings. They both were making all kinds of 
yummy sounds. But then again, so was I in my own unique way.

They started poking things in me. First one finger, then two. 
Then it was a really skinny dildo. The things they used gradually 
increased in size as they slowly stretched my butthole open. I 
was amazed at the thickness of what they were able to put in me 
as time passed. They weren’t in a hurry though.

When they would take a toy from my butt, a tongue was quickly 
inside me, wiggling around. They each used their hands to pull my 
butt cheeks wide apart, totally exposing me. I was becoming a bit 
concerned that my butt was going to be a gaping hole after they 
were finished with me. But Doris kept soothing and reassuring me 
they weren’t doing any harm.

It got to the point that Doris and Bradley were using their 
fingers to stretch my butthole open so they could lick as deep in 
me as they could. They both were trying to pull me really wide 
open. I actually hoped a camera was somewhere so I could see just 
what I looked like.

I had to admit that all of it felt awesome. I planned to begin 
exploring my butt more whenever I was alone and felt like playing 
with my junk. A finger stuck up it just wasn’t going to be enough 
anymore.

When they had me turn around to give Doris her turn, I was 
pleasantly surprised to see the video camera on the bed. I 
shivered at the perversity of them taking a close-up video of 
deep inside my formerly tight but now wide open little butt.

Bradley and I then did much the same with Doris. It was amazing 
to see her really cute butthole stretch open so easily after we 
stuck a bunch of things inside if for a while. It was also pretty 
wild to get my tongue so easily inside her, swabbing it around in 
her rectum a little bit. She was squeaky clean though, so it 
didn’t bother me at all. The more I licked, the more I wanted to 
lick. It was very addictive. It was so dirty to do, but not in a 
yucky kind of way.

Then we did it to Bradley. He had a nice butt. It was a man’s 
butt. It made it even wilder to do him that way, licking his 
stretched open hole. I wondered if he had ever had anything else 
stuck inside it. That would be so totally wicked.

I mean, why not? I was doing stuff with women. Why should I have 
a double standard when it came to guys? I decided to be an equal 
opportunity butt lover. So, I used the same dildoes in his butt 
that they had used on me ... going from small to large, of 
course.

Then Doris retrieved and showed me this short looking thing. It 
tapered in width from small at the tip to sorta thick at the 
base.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a butt plug,” Doris answered. “They’re fun to put in and 
forget about for a while sometimes.”

How the fuck do you forget something like that when it is stuffed 
into your butt? Sure enough though, they stuck it in and had me 
turn over. It was good to actually sit on my butt for a change, 
even though the plug kept reminding me it was still there.


******


We were quiet for a little bit as I adjusted sitting on that 
thing in my butt. Doris and Bradley had stretched out next to 
each other. I remembered that I had wanted to ask Doris about 
Julie.

“Doris, I’m surprised that Julie isn’t with the youth group.”

“What makes you think she isn’t?”

“I didn’t see her today or last week.”

“Well, she usually doesn’t go during school vacations. The 
Walcotts like to spend time with their kids then. When school 
starts I’ll take care of Julie again and she’ll be there.”

“Just Julie and not Mike?”

She looked at me for a second with a crooked grin and then said, 
“Sweetie, why don’t you ask what you really want to know.”

Bradley snickered.

I sighed. She really liked to get to the point. “You taught Julie 
more than singing, didn’t you?”

“Not right away. When I started to take care of Julie and Mike 
about five years ago, Julie was eight years old at the time. It 
really was baby-sitting at first. I made sure they did their 
homework, that they didn’t kill each other playing, and so on. A 
few times I played the piano and practiced some music on the 
piano that I was going to sing in church the following Sunday. 
Julie would just start to sing along with me. And Mike grumped 
when she did. I found out he was more interested in rock music. 
So I asked Rachel if she wouldn’t mind teaching Mike the guitar 
along with Belle, who was already getting lessons from her 
mother. And I started giving Julie voice lessons.”

“Was music your college major?”

“Yes, it was. I would’ve liked to have gone for an M.A. in music, 
but then I met Bradley and my priorities changed.” She looked 
lovingly at her husband.

“Is Julie gonna be like the next Kelly Clarkson or something?” I 
sorta joked.

“She might well be. She is very good. Who knows?”

“She’s that good?” I incredulously asked. Doris nodded.

“I never knew Julie could sing that well.”

“Well, if you’d come to church more often you could’ve heard her 
sing already. After Labor Day we will be singing a duet together. 
You should come to church and bring your family,” Doris said with 
a smirk.

I sighed. “You never give up, do you?”

She laughed. “I’d be a bad pastor’s wife if I did. And you don’t 
give up either, do you?” I blushed. Doris knew how determined I 
had been to get in on all the secrets. I had even tried to break 
into my house to find out something.

“So you just like ... gave her singing lessons?”

Doris turned serious. “I did. But Julie craved affection. With 
both her parents working a lot and she being the youngest of 
three siblings, she didn’t get as much cuddling as she needed. So 
she started to cuddle up to me a lot when we were sitting on the 
piano bench practicing.”

Doris got that faraway look, and spoke real quietly. “I have to 
admit I really enjoyed having a cute little girl to hold and 
cuddle with.” Her voice cracked.

Bradley grabbed Doris from behind and turned her around. He 
hugged and kissed her fiercely. I quickly realized I had really 
stepped in shit. I had once again touched Doris’s sore point of 
not being able to have kids. It almost had me in tears.

“I’m sorry, guys,” I pleaded, “we can talk about something else.”

Bradley kissed her eyes and gently licked a couple of tears away. 
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her hard. 
“Give us a minute,” he said curtly.

After a while, Bradley continued so that Doris could take a 
little longer to calm down again.

“After a couple of times, Doris took Julie to the couch and Julie 
would lie down in her lap. Doris started to kiss her, initially 
quite innocently on her forehead or her cheeks, but after a 
little while Julie acted like she wanted to be kissed on her 
lips. Doris had some misgivings. She talked to me about it and I 
suggested we talk to Brent and Terri. This was right about the 
time we had those discussions with the group on how to handle 
things with Kari and Penny. The Rayners told you about that last 
night, didn’t they?”

I nodded, “Yes, they talked about it.”

“Brent and Terri said that they trusted Doris and me to do the 
right things and not to hurt their daughter. We promised not to 
push things since Julie was so young.”

Doris had recovered and gave me a somewhat forced smile. She 
continued, “The following spring Julie started to ask questions 
about sex. After I quizzed her a little she admitted that Kari 
had thrown out some hints to her, but had refused to elaborate. I 
tried to be evasive at first.”

I smirked. I knew all about adults being evasive with me in the 
past. I watched Bradley a little who had snuggled up to Doris and 
was still affectionately rubbing her back. The deep love they 
felt for each other was so evident.

Doris picked up on my smirk and shook her head. “You were quite a 
bit older than Julie when you wanted to find out about things. 
Anyways, Julie got upset because she picked up that I wasn’t 
really telling her anything substantial. One time she was so 
angry that she was crying, practically stomping her feet, and 
yelling that I didn’t like her and that a pastor’s wife was 
supposed to tell the truth.”

Bradley got in our conversation again. “We didn’t really know 
what to do. On the one hand we really had no problem talking 
openly about sex, not even with a young girl. We even thought it 
might be fun to seduce Julie and Mike, but Julie’s age really 
kept us back.”

Doris continued. “So I tried to reason with her that she was too 
young for some things. She backed off after that but only for a 
couple of weeks.”

“I can understand that. I have never liked being told I was too 
young either.”

“I know, sweetie. But I had to wait out how things went between 
Maggie and Kari before I went any further with Julie. To make a 
long story short, when things went well with Kari and Penny with 
the Rayners, then I slowly went further with Julie and showed her 
what Kari had been talking about. First we just got naked 
together when we cuddled and kissed, then I rubbed her pussy and 
made her cum. And I showed her how to do the same to me. 
Eventually I started to lick her pussy and bring her off that 
way, too. And I showed her how to lick mine.”

I wanted to say something, but Doris hushed me.

“When school started again after Julie’s ninth birthday, she 
admitted to me that she had fooled around at home with Kari, and 
a little with Mike, too. So we thought it might be a good time to 
slowly get Bradley involved, again first just cuddling and 
kissing. And we showed him how we rubbed and licked our pussies.”

“But she was only nine at the time,” I interjected.

“So?” Doris looked at me questioningly.

“I mean, she was okay with licking your pussy when she was only 
nine years old? With Bradley watching?” I looked at both of them 
totally awed.

“You let your cousin look at your pussy and your boobs when you 
were nine. You held his cock, too. And he rubbed it against you, 
didn’t he?”

“Yeah, on my pussy and nipples mainly. Oh, and he put it between 
my butt cheeks, but that’s all we did,” I objected.

Doris grabbed my hands and squeezed them. “Melissa, what if your 
cousin had known how to really seduce you, and had tried to do 
more? Would you have stopped him? I think not.”

I thought about that for a moment. Shit, Doris was probably 
right. It hadn’t been unpleasant showing him my body and seeing 
his stiff little cock. It felt great when he rubbed it on me. We 
just hadn’t known what to do with each other then.

“Doris didn’t mention one thing,” Bradley said. “We kept the 
Walcotts informed about what happened with Julie when she was 
with us. Her mother and her father talked with her and let her 
know that they knew what she did with us and that they approved. 
And all four of us told Julie to only do what she wanted to do 
with us and let us know if anything upset her.”

Doris took over again. “We all communicated well with her. And a 
couple of times her parents were right with us when Julie played 
with Bradley and me.”

That totally blew my mind. My parents had pretended that they 
didn’t know shit about me having sex with Colleen, Bob, and 
Jamie. And the Walcotts were present and even watching their 
daughter having sex with our pastor and his wife! She was even 
much younger than me when she started to learn about sex. Go 
figure parents!

“Surprised?”

I took a deep breath. “Well, yeah. I can’t picture my parents 
...”

Doris interrupted me, rubbing my cheek affectionately. “Melissa, 
your parents, and the Walcotts too, love their children very 
much. And they are very protective of their kids. Only 
differently. Your mom was afraid to let you get seduced sooner 
because of her own daring nature, which she also saw in you. The 
Walcotts didn’t have that concern, but they wanted to be involved 
in guiding their kids as they became introduced to sex. And you 
didn’t have an older sister who could tell you about some neat 
things she had discovered either. Julie did, though.”

I sighed. “I really was the last one to get involved with sex, 
wasn’t I?”

“So?” Bradley asked me. “Is it better to start having sex when 
you’re only nine years old? Should all girls discover their 
sexuality at the age of thirteen? Is it better to wait until 
you’re twenty-one? You seem to still think that all girls should 
do every thing at the same age. Or all together at the same time 
regardless of their age. People don’t work that way, sweetie. We 
develop differently, have different interests, and mature at 
different times in our lives. I look at our friends and the 
members of our church, they are all individuals. How boring life 
would it be if all people were behaving exactly alike. There 
would be no purpose in being swingers either. With every woman, 
sex would be exactly alike. How boring a thought!” He grinned big 
time.

“You old lecher,” Doris grinned at her husband and playfully 
slapped his shoulder. It didn’t stop Bradley grinning though.

Doris looked at me with a tender smile. “Sweetie, do you think 
Julie could’ve handled finding out all you found out in just 
eight weeks? I can tell you she would have gone bonkers. You 
handled it very well, though. You see, Melissa, you’ve got a much 
stronger personality. Would you’ve allowed Kari to dominate you 
like she does Julie?”

“I don’t think so.” I said wistfully but still regretting that I 
had been last.

“See? And, Melissa, if you had really been ready to learn about 
sex when you were nine, with your adventurous nature you would’ve 
continued to explore after what you and your cousin had done.”

I sighed. She was probably right.

“Let’s get back to Julie. And then to other things.” Doris gave 
first me and then Bradley a big smile.

“Yeah, I’d like to get back to the other things,” he said in a 
deep voice.

I scrunched my face to keep from busting out laughing. Boys were 
so easy, even the adult ones.

“At first I showed her how to rub Bradley’s cock. And Julie was 
absolutely fascinated how she could make him squirt. She wanted 
to do it over and over again.”

“That had to keep you sore,” I said to him, grimacing.

“No pain, no gain,” he joked in reply.

Doris nudged his side, and then said, “Occasionally I got her to 
taste a little of his cum when I licked it off his tummy.”

“Oh, I remember one time when I let her. She really drained me.” 
Bradley laughed. “My cock was sore for two days. I couldn’t do 
anything with that lovely wife of mine.”

“Or any other wife for that matter,” Doris smirked at him.

I had to giggle at the two teasing each other.

“Then after New Years, I showed her how to suck Bradley’s cock. 
Towards the end of the school year, her parents were with us one 
time. Terri and Brent got so turned on watching Julie suck off 
Bradley and swallowing his cum that they fucked in front of all 
of us.”

Bradley nodded. “That was one wild scene.”

Doris added, “It was. Julie was so happy though that she got to 
watch her parents fuck. Once Terri and Brent were into it a short 
time, they suddenly remembered they were fucking in front of 
their youngest daughter, and got a little embarrassed. But, they 
ended up just laughing about it. Brent even told Julie that she 
had them so turned on that they just had to do it.”

“Wow, that really must have been wild,” I plainly said. I was so 
envious of Julie.

Doris rubbed my flank. “Julie continued stroking and sucking off 
Bradley from time to time until the end of the school year.”

“Where was Mike then?”

“He was at baseball practice. Mike has played baseball for some 
time. And in spring he usually spends a good bit of his time at 
practice or at games.”

How convenient, I thought.

“When school started again after Julie’s tenth birthday, I was 
again watching her and Mike for their parents. She kept talking 
about having seen her parents fucking. And after a while she kept 
hinting she would like to see us fucking, too. So one afternoon 
when Mike was over at church for his guitar lessons, we relented 
and fucked in front of Julie. She got seriously turned on 
watching us.”

“It was a huge turn-on for me too, fucking my wonderful wife in 
front of a ten-year old girl. Afterwards she asked when she might 
be able to do that.”

Doris nodded. “There was the big question. We had hoped she would 
ask a couple of years later, but during summer vacation, 
apparently Kari had told her some more of what she had been doing 
with the Rayners. And had proudly shown her birth control pills. 
So we were faced with a dilemma - should Bradley or shouldn’t 
he?”

I could understand that. Bradley’s cock was far from small. Would 
that thing even fit into a ten-year-old pussy?

I asked them, “Could she even take Bradley’s cock then? Wasn’t 
she too small?”

“My feelings exactly,” Bradley said. “I was afraid I might hurt 
her badly and told her so. But she just told us she would like me 
to try anyways. And if she really couldn’t take it, she would 
tell us.”

Doris agreed. “That’s what she said. I went over to see her 
parents to ask them what we should do. So her parents talked to 
her, and explained to her what it meant to get her cherry broken 
and to lose her virginity. They told her there could possibly be 
some pain and that she might bleed a little when her hymen got 
torn. Julie told them that we had always been very cautious and 
that she trusted Bradley to stop if she asked him to.”

“So we got together on a Friday night,” Bradley said. “Her 
parents came over with her. We all got naked and Doris and I got 
Julie very relaxed. Doris licked her to an orgasm and I did, too. 
She was so wet then that I felt she was ready to take my cock. 
And she did.”

“Bradley went real slow and stopped for a second when his 
cockhead met her hymen. He asked her if she was ready, and told 
her that it might hurt a bit.”

Doris smiled. “She just said, ’Do it now’. And Bradley pushed in. 
She winced a little and I asked her if she wanted Bradley to 
stop. She just shook her head.”

“And Julie’s parents were watching you taking her virginity?” I 
was shaking my head in amazement. Would I have liked my parents 
watch Pam breaking my cherry with my hairbrush and Bob fucking me 
that first time? I had been so scared of what they knew at the 
time.

“Did they do anything with her?” I asked them.

“No, sweetie,” Doris answered. “I told you earlier that the 
Walcotts don’t touch their kids sexually. They watch each other 
having sex, though.”

“I waited a little before I started to move in her,” Bradley 
continued. “I went really slow at first, but then she pushed back 
against me and I knew she was doing fine. So I fucked her a 
little faster. Unfortunately,” he grinned, “she was so tight that 
I didn’t last very long. And I filled her pussy with cum for the 
first time.

“Fortunately for her,” Doris slapped his shoulder again. “She 
bled a little which we had expected and she said she was a little 
sore. So Bradley didn’t fuck her again that night.”

I looked at his cock. He must have enjoyed reminiscing, because 
his cock was standing tall. He started to stroke it a little.

“Now, now, dear husband,” Doris chided him. “Be patient, we want 
to enjoy that nice pecker of yours some more.”

I grinned, I sure did want him to fuck me some more.

Doris leaned up on an elbow and looked in my face. “So sweetie, 
happy that you now know?”

I nodded. “Thanks for telling me. When did Daddy get involved 
with Julie?”

Doris thought about it for a second debating if she should tell 
me or not. “During the rest of that school year, it was just 
Bradley a few times fucking her. It wasn’t like she wanted it 
every day. After her eleventh birthday though, Julie got 
introduced to our friends. And let’s leave it at that for now. 
Aren’t you ready to get that butt plug out and a cock in?”

I nodded, smiling. I mentally sighed though, wishing she had told 
me more. But, I knew that eventually she would.


******


“I think it’s time to have some more fun with your little round 
sexy butt,” Bradley stated. He was reaching for the bottle of 
lube again at the same time.

He made a bit of a show of stroking his very hard cock, lubing it 
up. The thing looked bigger than ever! He then had me get on all 
fours.

Situating himself behind me, he slowly removed the butt plug from 
my ass. He found little resistance from my once very tight 
butthole as he pushed his cock in. I could only hope it would 
recover and do its original job once all the fucking was over. I 
knew it was gonna get a workout like never before.

Bradley’s whole cock slid right in with little effort. While my 
butt wasn’t completely loose, it pretty much had surrendered to 
his dick after getting stuffed for so long with fingers, 
vibrators, and the butt plug. The really neat thing was that it 
felt incredible. There was no pain. He was able to fuck me 
however he wanted, and as fast he wanted. It was all good.

Doris was busy with my pussy and tits while the good pastor 
pillaged my butt. He was fucking me like I was a rag doll. He was 
seriously getting into it as well, calling me all kinds of dirty 
things. I didn’t care though. He could call me whatever he wanted 
if he was gonna make my ass feel this great. The biggest surprise 
of all was when a big orgasm started. An even bigger surprise was 
Doris let me wail as loudly as I wanted without trying to shove 
something in my mouth. After my first orgasm, I seemed to remain 
on the verge of another the rest of the time, sometimes going 
over the edge when it became really intense.

Then Bradley pulled out of my butt.

“Watch this, sweetie,” Doris told me.

She crawled back to Bradley and wrapped her hand around the base 
of his cock. Glancing at me, she then opened her mouth and took 
it inside. She didn’t attempt to wipe it off. She took it in her 
mouth straight from my bottom. She also made a sexy show of 
licking the head and hard shaft. The whole thing was just so 
dirty to do. It had been in my ass! Yes, it might be the object 
of much visual stimulation, but I also knew what I did with that 
same butt every day. I finally could understand why it would be 
so popular in X-rated movies.

After sucking his cock for a short time, she released it and 
helped her husband guide it back into my rectum. He began fucking 
me with long deep thrusts. My eyes never left Doris though. She 
just stared at me with a mischievous smile. She then reached to 
touch Bradley’s hip, getting him to stop. She reached between our 
bodies and retook his cock in the same hand.

“Remember what I asked you before?”

She really didn’t have to remind me. In the back of my mind, I 
knew the whole time this was going to be expected of me. I 
remembered the video scene she had shown me before. I remembered 
how she described doing it. I was seriously horny. I shivered at 
the lack of hesitation I felt as I turned around and took his 
cock in my mouth.

It was the nastiest thing I had ever done in my life! And I 
wanted to do it again and again. I knew the night was still 
early. I already knew I would be doing this again as well, with 
his cock coming out of Doris’s ass. I would have done anything 
for these two people right then. Literally anything. I was just 
glad they didn’t own a dog or anything!

I sucked his cock deep into my mouth and let the underside slide 
across my tongue. I even let the tip touch against my throat. His 
cock got even harder and I could feel he wouldn’t last much 
longer. He hadn’t cum since watching the twins. Our ass play and 
then fucking my butt had gotten Bradley close to the edge. He 
started to groan so I pulled back so that just the head was in my 
mouth and stroked his shaft.

He pushed his hips forward and moaned loudly. His cum flooded my 
mouth and I had to swallow fast, but I got it all. He sure shot a 
load into my mouth.

When I had finished cleaning off Bradley’s cock, Doris hugged me 
tightly.

“Way to go, lover girl! You don’t know how many grown women 
refuse to do anything like that. I’m so proud of you!”

I blushed as Bradley added his own compliments.

“You’re probably the nastiest teenage girl I’ve ever met!” he 
gushed. While any other time I probably would have been totally 
insulted, I smiled coyly at him before leaning up to give him a 
deep tongue kiss. I was proud of him for sucking on the same 
tongue that had just licked the cock that had come straight from 
my ass.

After we got him hard again, he fucked Doris’s ass with the same 
enthusiasm as he had mine. He was definitely getting into 
watching me suck his dick straight from her ass, pulling it out 
over and over. Doris would turn around and enjoy his cock, too, 
at times.

I must have looked so perverted sitting with my legs folded under 
me while waiting for him to pull out of her ass and offer me his 
cock. I was like a puppy dog begging for a treat. Being able to 
watch so closely as his hard shaft pumped her firm sexy ass was a 
treat by itself. I was bold enough to fuck Bradley’s butthole 
with several fingers at the same time!

Doris’s butthole was just as receptive as it had been earlier. It 
was easy to tell she had done this often in the past. Her ass 
opened up much more easily for him than mine had, but it also 
closed back shut so easily as well. It gave me comfort that mine 
would recover after the night was over.

Sometimes after sucking Bradley’s cock, I poked my tongue into 
Doris’s butt before moving out of the way so he could resume 
poking her. Licking into her bottom was freakin’ crazy. But I was 
so hypnotized by the intense lust of the moment. It seemed so 
natural to stuff my tongue as far inside her ass as possible. I 
only wished I had the youth minister’s wife’s long tongue to get 
even deeper.

Another fun thing to do was to use my fingers to hold her 
butthole wide open. Bradley did it first, and then I couldn’t 
resist doing it as well. I could stare deep inside her when I did 
it. I almost yelled out hello once to see if I got an echo.

I didn’t though as Doris might not care for me thinking her 
stretched out butthole was the size of the Grand Canyon or 
something.

Things got really wild when it became Bradley’s turn again. I had 
never even considered that he would let me and Doris do the same 
things to him. For maybe the first time in my life, I had pecker 
envy. I so wanted to fuck his butt and have him suck me like I 
had done him. Oh well, I would look seriously silly with a 
dangling dick and ball sack. I would have had big balls though. 
Probably the biggest ever. However, I was more than happy with my 
girl parts. But perhaps I would get a chance to use a strap-on 
with him some time.

Interestingly, Doris and I reaming his ass with our tongues was 
what brought him to the verge of cumming again. I wondered if two 
tongues in your butt qualified as double penetration. When he 
announced that he was about ready to pop, he turned around to sit 
on his well-used butt. Doris joined me in licking his rigid shaft 
in the same manner the twin girls had done their grandfather. 
Images of Julie doing this with Doris in the Rayners’ backyard on 
that fateful Saturday came back to mind as well. I was swirling 
my tongue on the head when he finally blasted, with a lot of the 
first spurt ending up on my lips and tongue. He had several more 
long streamers before it more of less dribbled out to meet our 
tongues.

We cleaned him up pretty good before we collapsed against either 
side of him, snuggling up to his sweaty body. He was still 
breathing heavy as Doris and I rubbed his chest, and played 
tenderly with his nipples.


******


While lying there, I remembered what my first threesome was like 
with the Clarks. It was a memory that would forever be special to 
me, along with the one I did with Sarah and Jamie. I almost 
giggled thinking how I might tell the story to a young girl my 
age when I was as old as the Thomases. Doris had so easily shared 
things with me about her teen years. I wondered if I could get 
Bradley to open up a little with me.

“Pastor Thomas, when was your first threesome?”

“It was quite a few years ago. In fact, I was still in high 
school.”

“Was it with high school girls?”

“One of them was, but the other was older.”

“How much older? Was she in college?”

“I’ve kept it a secret for a long time. I’ve only ever told 
Doris.”

“You can tell me, “I said, and then looked at his wife, “right, 
Doris?”

“I suppose I don’t mind. But it’s up to Bradley,” she told both 
of us.

“Pretty please,” I pleaded with him, looking at him with my 
sweetest smile.

“That’s not fair,” he complained. “Looking at me that way is 
worse than blackmail!” Doris laughed while I turned on the charm 
even more, biting my bottom lip and giving him my best coy look.

“Okay, you win!” he stated, shaking his head at me. Doris laughed 
at how easy it was to manipulate him.

“The girl, Stephanie Yates, was the daughter of a preacher in our 
town. The church was very fundamentalist. Their views on sex were 
very strict.”

“That had to suck for Stephanie. What was she like?” I asked.

“Stephanie was very pretty, as I recall, and she knew it too. She 
was also aware of the old saying about preacher’s daughters.”

“That they are the wildest?”

“Uh huh, as she was to show me one particular afternoon after 
school when I was sixteen. Stephanie told me to meet her at her 
house, outside her bedroom window at the back of the house. She 
said she would leave it propped open a little, and to make sure 
she was alone before saying anything or making any noise to get 
her attention.

“When I got there, Stephanie was lying on her bed, still wearing 
the sundress she’d had on at school. I knocked lightly on the 
window and she looked toward me, holding her finger to her lips 
for me to keep quiet. She went to her bedroom door and looked out 
into the hall before closing it and coming to the window to open 
it further so I could climb into her room. She told me her mom 
was home but wouldn’t bother us for at least a few hours as she 
was too wrapped up with doing some sewing in her own bedroom.

“After I stood there, unsure what to do for a few moments, 
Stephanie told me to get naked as she began removing her dress. 
She then anxiously asked if I brought rubbers, which is what most 
people called them when I was a teen. I picked up my jeans and 
pulled three out of a front pocket. She smiled almost teasingly 
as she told me I was pretty ambitious.

“I was down to my underwear as she reached behind her to undo her 
bra, revealing her small breasts. They were perfect, just like 
yours are,” he said to me.

I blushed at the compliment, but after watching the twins I 
couldn’t have disagreed more with him.

“When Stephanie slid her panties off, my underwear was already 
lying on the floor. I was ready to get on the bed with her. But 
she stopped me and took her time holding and looking at my hard 
throbbing cock. She said I was pretty big, which also told me she 
had probably seen quite a few. I didn’t care if I was her first 
or tenth. I was more than ready to fuck that gorgeous naked girl. 
First though, she took me in her mouth and sucked me off. It 
didn’t take long either. She then told me that would keep us from 
wasting a rubber too quickly. It only took me a few minutes to 
get hard again as she put on a show of rubbing and fingering her 
very wet pussy. I actually never really got soft.

“After I was fully hard again, Stephanie wanted to put the rubber 
on me. She quickly had it rolled down over my dick, and then 
flounced back on the bed with her legs spread wide. I was between 
them in a flash too, and fucked her for about ten minutes. She 
came once before I did.”

“Too cool,” I said. “But I thought you were going to tell me 
about your first threesome?”

“Patience, little one,” he told me. “After I came, Stephanie took 
the rubber off of me and held it up so it would drain into her 
mouth. She said she couldn’t risk her parents finding it filled 
with sperm. I figured she just liked the taste of cum though. She 
then threw the used rubber on the floor before pulling me down on 
the bed, and began kissing me while rubbing my wilted cock. 
Fortunately for me, I wasn’t at all worried about tasting myself 
from her mouth, especially knowing I was going to get to fuck her 
at least once more. She had me hard again when the unthinkable 
happened though. Her mom opened the door and walked in.”

“Oh shit,” I stated.

“You got that right. I almost jumped out of my skin as I 
scrambled out of her bed and stood next to it. My cock shriveled 
up to nothing as well, probably as a self-preservation thing so 
it would be harder for her mom to cut it off!”

Doris and I both laughed, and then I asked, “What did she do?”

“Her mom, Mrs. Yates, started laying into both of us about what 
we’d been doing. She became even more irate when she noticed the 
used rubber, picking it up by the tip and wagging it in my face. 
I still don’t know why I didn’t just turn and dive out of the 
open window. I couldn’t seem to move from where I was standing. 
Her daughter just lay back on the bed as her mother berated me.

“Mrs. Yates asked me if I’d only violated her daughter this one 
time as she continued to hold up the rubber. I nodded, not even 
daring to speak, much less mention the earlier blowjob.” She then 
noticed two more rubbers lying on the bedside table. She picked 
them up and asked if I planned to use them all on her daughter. I 
stood there frozen. Mrs. Yates sort of snorted at me. Then she 
said time was wasting and to get hard and get it over with. I was 
stunned even more than before when she said that. She told me to 
hurry up, and that since I had two rubbers left, I could fuck 
both of them. Mrs. Yates was taking her clothes off as she said 
it too.

“I looked over at Stephanie, and she looked like this wasn’t a 
big deal. When her mom reached down and took my cock between two 
fingers, she just smiled wryly at us. Mrs. Yates wiggled my 
flaccid dick in front of her daughter. My cock was still in 
shock, just like I was. Mrs. Yates then told me to play with it 
and get it hard again as she removed her own dress, bra and 
panties. She then sat down beside her daughter and watched as I 
started rubbing my soft cock. She then told her daughter to 
finger herself to give me something to watch to help me get hard 
again. After maybe a minute, Mrs. Yates leaned back on the bed 
and began fingering her own pussy. She was very pretty and sexy, 
and you could tell they were mother and daughter.

“When I was hard again, the mom scooted to the edge of the bed 
and sucked me for a short time. She then rolled a rubber on me 
like her daughter had, and told me to fuck her baby girl while 
she watched. I fucked Stephanie for about fifteen minutes. I 
probably would’ve cum sooner, but her mom had us change positions 
several times - doggie and Stephanie on top. Finally I did cum 
though.

“Stephanie’s mom then told me if I could get it up one more time 
that I could fuck her. While I tended to be able to recover 
quickly, I had already cum really hard three times inside 
Stephanie’s pussy and mouth. So her mom found a way to get me 
hard again, or at least to entice me to an erection. She told 
Stephanie to suck on her tits to help turn me on. And it did have 
a very positive affect on getting me growing again. After a few 
minutes, she reached to play with Stephanie’s tits, playing and 
twisting her daughter’s nipples, pulling on them until Stephanie 
moaned. Needless to say, I was rock hard in no time after seeing 
that.

“Her mom lay back and spread her legs, telling me to put the last 
rubber on and to get busy before her husband came home and caught 
all of us. I fucked her for maybe a half hour before I came for 
the last time. And just like her daughter, she took the rubber 
off and poured what little sperm was in it into her mouth. She 
told me to get dressed and to hurry out the window. She sent her 
daughter to the bathroom to get dressed and freshened up. As I 
was leaving the window, she told me to never say a word of this 
to anyone, or I wasn’t welcomed back to a repeat of the 
afternoon.”

“Was there a repeat?”

“About a dozen times before Stephanie began going steady with a 
friend of mine. I remember grinning every time I saw him, and 
being envious because I knew he was doing the same thing with 
Stephanie and her mom that I had been doing.”

“That is too wild,” I stated, “and your cock seems to like the 
memories as well.”

He grinned as he reached down to hold his rigid cock.

Doris had us get up and take a break though before we continued 
playing. I was thirsty and wanted to stretch a little. We stood 
around in the kitchen talking for a short time.

“Do you have other sexy memories you don’t mind sharing?” I asked 
him.

“Sure, but Doris has a few you might like hearing about as well.”

Doris replied, “I think one story is good enough for now.” 
Bradley just grinned at his wife’s attempt to avoid sharing a 
childhood memory. I didn’t say anything to push her. I figured we 
would have time to talk some other time.


******


When we went back into the bedroom, Doris brought out the strap-
on.

Now what? Did Doris want to fuck me in my ass, too? With the 
strap-on?

We were on the bed again and Bradley cuddled with me, kissing my 
neck and my ear before he kissed my face all over. He was 
seriously making out with me in front of his wife. I was enjoying 
it, but thought about Peter and Mom. Would I be able to watch 
Peter and Mom making out without feeling jealous? We got into it 
even more and sucked on our tongues. I had to turn away for a 
second to catch my breath and I saw Doris had finished strapping 
on the dildo. She grinned at me mischievously. It suddenly hit me 
what she had in mind.

I lifted my upper body up and leaned on my elbows. “You’re not 
going to do what I think you’ve got in mind, do you?” I asked her 
alarmed.

“What do you think I have in mind, hon?” she said ever so 
sweetly.

“Both of you fucking me at the same time!” I breathed deeply so I 
wouldn’t panic. It was pretty damn full down there already with 
just Bradley’s cock up my ass. And Doris wanted to push that 
dildo thing in my pussy at the same time? I remembered the 
blindfold game at the Rayners’ when she had slipped a rather 
small vibrator up my ass. But that dildo was the size of a 
regular cock.

She smiled at me again. “I’ll take it easy, sweetie. I know 
you’ll like the feeling once you’ve gotten used to it. Trust me.”

I looked at her skeptically. But I didn’t resist when Bradley lay 
down on his back and then asked me to sit down on his cock. He 
would guide it into my ass and I could control how quickly it 
went in.

A little apprehensive I moved over him with my back towards his 
face and slowly lowered myself feeling his thick cock pushing 
once again into my ass hole. Being on top I felt him sliding even 
deeper as he pulled me down so that my back was covering his 
chest.

Doris moved between my legs and folded them way back exposing my 
slit obscenely. I lifted my head and I could see Bradley’s cock 
deep in my ass stretching it wide as he fucked me gently in my 
tight ass. No way a penis-sized dildo could fit in my pussy, too.

Doris slipped first one finger and then two into my pussy. 
Bradley exhaled suddenly. “I can feel you touching my cock 
through that thin skin,” he exclaimed.

“And I can feel his cock,” Doris stated with a big grin on her 
face. “Oh this is so nasty, sweetie!”

Doris fucked me with her fingers causing Bradley to grunt. “Ohh, 
that feels good,” he breathed.

“And Melissa is so wet. She’s ready for me to fuck her, too.”

“Go slow,” I said apprehensively, but her fingers rubbing in my 
pussy felt so hot.

Still I was very tense as Doris moved forward and lined the 
strap-on up with my opening. I felt the tip between my pussy 
lips, separating them as she slowly pushed the thick dildo into 
me.

There was no pain and I started to relax. Actually it was 
beginning to feel pretty good.

I had to lean back against Bradley as Doris hovered over me. 
“Ready for me to fuck you, nasty girl?” Her voice quivered with 
her own excitement.

“I guess so,” I panted. Breathing was a little difficult as the 
two started to get into a good rhythm pushing into me steadily at 
the same time. It felt like Doris was following Bradley’s lead. 
When he sped up, so did she. When he fucked me with long deep 
strokes, Doris did the same. It was obvious that they had done 
this before. I wondered if they had done this with my mom 
perhaps?

“How is that, sweetie?” Doris asked excitedly, “getting fucked by 
both of us at the same time?”

“I feel so full, but good full,” I said trying to catch my 
breath.

Bradley started his dirty talk again as his moves sped up again. 
“What a little slut, letting her pastor and his wife fuck her at 
the same time, letting me fuck her dirty little ass.”

“Don’t complain, husband. The little hussy is taking it so good. 
I bet her little asshole is so tight around your big cock.”

“Yeah, and you are fucking her so good, too. I can really feel 
your big cock in her pussy rubbing on mine in that filthy ass of 
hers. What a dirty little whore she is.”

I couldn’t help wailing out loudly as that tight knot formed in 
my lower tummy. It felt like a big hot fire spreading through me. 
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut while I was biting my lower lip. 
And suddenly I lost all control over my body as my knees kicked 
up and my orgasm hit me hard.

I went limp.

I thought I heard Bradley grunting loudly that he was cumming, 
too. I felt his hard shaft jerking, spewing into my gut. Bradley 
moved a little more and then all three of us lay still. I 
slithered a little on Bradley’s chest. We were both pretty wet 
with our sweat. Doris was even dripping on me a little.

“Well, sweetie, how was that?” Doris asked me with a smile.

I was still panting pretty hard so I took a few seconds before I 
could answer her. “Sheesh, it was awesome. The Rayners tried to 
kill me yesterday. And now my pastor and his wife are trying to 
kill me too! Fuck! That felt so good!”

I felt like a Suzy Q snack cake! I certainly had enough cream 
inside of me to qualify. My grandpa would totally freak out if he 
knew I was thinking such a thing! I was his sweet innocent girl, 
not a dirty slutty one. I planned on him never knowing that bad 
girl. He was my grandpa.

Doris slowly pulled out of me and moved to the side. She helped 
me to lift off Bradley. The sheets were a mess, but both Bradley 
and Doris grinned like kids caught with their fingers in the 
cookie jar.

Doris got us something to drink as Pastor Thomas and I rested a 
little.

The real fun came soon after though. Doris had her husband get on 
all four as each of us girls took a turn fucking his butt with 
the strap-on. Any hidden pecker envy I might have had was cured 
after that. While it was fun, it was awkward for me to get a good 
rhythm going while I fucked him. I better appreciated guys who 
could work their hips. Maybe if I could have felt the same 
sensations guys got from having their cocks inside a girl, I 
would have gotten more into the whole pumping action. The biggest 
thrill of the whole thing was listening to Bradley begging to be 
fucked. It made me wonder if he had ever had a real cock stuffed 
in his ass instead of a fake one.

Bradley wasn’t through fucking either of our butts though. He 
spent more time enjoying both me and Doris in various positions. 
One of his favorites seemed to be getting us to kneel side by 
side so he could move back and forth between us. Another favorite 
was getting me to lie on top of Doris with my butt lined up right 
above hers. Moving between us like that was more fun for me. I 
loved the feeling of lying on Doris’s body with her husband’s 
cock deep in my rectum.

As with all good things, we finally wore Bradley out. He spurted 
into Doris’s ass once more before he was ready to call it a 
night. He had done a great job with his two girls. I 
affectionately patted his wilted dick.

I had to go to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, Bradley and 
Doris came in as well. We all laughed as I pushed his cum out of 
my butt with the respective background noises. Bradley huffed 
playfully, “I only shot cum into her, not all that air.”

We cleaned up a little and went back to bed. I helped Doris 
change the sheets quickly. We all got under the covers with me in 
between the Thomases. We all went to sleep very soon.

Sometime during the night, I was awakened by a hard cock poking 
into my leg. Bradley’s hand also found its way between my legs 
and began rubbing my pussy. I spread my legs wider to give him 
better access too. In the process, I woke Doris up. She figured 
out what was going on fairly quickly when her hand discovered 
that her husband’s had beaten hers between my already trembling 
legs. She decided to play with my little boobies instead.

While Bradley’s fingers were magical on and in my cunt, I was 
happy when he moved his body in place between my legs and slowly 
inserted his sexy cock deep in my pussy. It had been much 
neglected earlier while he played favorites with my butt. 
However, he was totally forgiven as he fucked me tenderly. 
Instead of being a potty mouth, he was really sweet with the 
things he said to me. I enjoyed the way he was bringing me to a 
wonderfully satisfying orgasm. It wasn’t an earth shattering one 
like earlier, but it seemed so much more normal. Doris cuddling 
against my side and kissing me made it all the more special.

Bradley came softly just like me. He thanked me for a wonderful 
night and told me that I was a very special girl. That seemed 
like such a nice compliment.

For the first time since earlier that afternoon, I thought about 
Peter and Mom. I didn’t feel any jealousy either. I really was 
hoping he was making Mom feel as good as I was feeling at that 
moment. I hoped Mom had made it a fun night for him too. While I 
was sure I would feel jealous about him again the next day, I was 
learning how to trust my boyfriend. I had been fucked silly and 
done some incredibly wild stuff with the Thomases, but he was 
still first in my heart. I knew what I soon wanted to do for him 
as well.


(continued in chapter 42)

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