Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 30)
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 30


I stopped running as I approached the first of the cabins. I had 
no clue which one Jennifer’s family was staying in. As I walked 
along the road, I tried to look between each one, hoping I might 
spot her. No such luck though.

I felt horrible. I’d never seen anyone look like she had before 
she ran off. She looked like her world was about to implode on 
her. I’d heard enough about gays and lesbians being bullied and 
harassed. Some had been severely beaten up. Some had even 
committed suicide as a result of all the bullying. The thought of 
that had me scared that she might do something to avoid the hell 
she thought I would cause her at school. I was determined to find 
her.

After walking past all of the cabins and seeing no sign of her, I 
resigned myself to knocking on each door. I tentatively knocked 
on the first door. When it opened, I was completely caught off 
guard by who I was facing.

“Uh, hi. Umm ... I’m looking for a friend of mine. Her name is 
Jennifer.”

Of all the rotten luck! I looked at him sheepishly. I so wanted 
to run, but I had to find Jennifer. So, I stood there in front of 
the one and only ... Mr. Pervert. Well, maybe not the only 
pervert around here, but the one I least wanted to be talking to 
at that moment. I’d created this situation though.

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before smiling, “Is her 
last name Preston?”

“Yes, sir. Do you know where she’s staying?”

He stepped out onto the small deck beside me and pointed to a 
cabin a little further back down the road.

“Her family is staying in the one at the start of the curve,” he 
said. “They’re usually not there this time of the day though, but 
your friend might be inside.”

“Thanks, Mr. ...” I had to catch myself before I accidentally 
made an idiot of myself.

“Pervitt,” he said. “Tom Pervitt.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake! Pervitt? I was totally going to accidentally 
call him Mr. Pervert. And Tom was his first name. Peeping Tom 
Pervert Pervitt. I was doomed. I was so going to fuck up his name 
sometime. He was being nice though. Maybe he wasn’t the lecher 
that I thought he was. Then again, he didn’t look away from the 
shows I’d given him. But maybe he was a nice pervert. There 
should be more of those in the world.

“I’m Melissa,” I said, shyly. “It’s nice to ... meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Melissa. Although, I suppose we 
already know each other somewhat,” he replied, with a huge grin.

“Look, I’m sorry about ...”

“Don’t be sorry, honey” he gently said, while still smiling. He 
was enjoying my predicament. “My wife was very appreciative of 
the results.”

Just then his wife came up behind him. She looked a little tired.

“Hi Melissa,” she gave me a warm welcome smile. She put her hands 
on his shoulders and rested her head on one of them.

I blushed as I smiled back at them. He was being nice to me. His 
wife, too. Then again, his cock twitched some. Why was I looking 
at his cock? Gawd, maybe I was the real pervert of the two of us.

“Pass along my thanks to your mother,” he said. “You both made my 
day.”

“You won’t say anything ...”

“It’s our secret,” he said reassuringly.

“Thanks, Mr. Pervitt,” I awkwardly replied. He was being nice 
about what had happened. I then playfully said, “Maybe I’ll see 
you later around the pool or hot tubs.”

“I look forward to it,” he chuckled.

His wife groaned. But then she chuckled, too. She said to him, “I 
bet you do, you pervert, and then you come home, and then ...”

I blushed.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Melissa,” she said. “I’ve had a wonderful 
morning because of you and your mother, but Tom can be a little 
tiring at times.” She looked at him with a smile and pinched his 
cheek.

I had a mission and couldn’t stay. “I have to be going, nice to 
have met you two.”

“Have a great day, Melissa!” they both said.

I stepped off the deck, and clinched my teeth together as I 
cringed at what had just happened. I couldn’t believe it! The 
first fucking door I knocked on was answered by no other than Mr. 
Pervert ... uh ... Pervitt. He’d been really cool though. I guess 
if I were him, I’d also be cool to the nice naked girl who’d been 
giving him free peep shows.

I looked back toward Mr. Pervitt, and gave him the same 
coquettish wave as before, with a sweet smile. He grinned as he 
waved back. I decided I liked him. He was being a good sport.

I pulled myself together and started walking to the cabin Mr. 
Pervitt had pointed out. I needed to make things right.

I glanced back at him. Yep, he was staring at my butt. But, 
somehow, it just seemed right.


******


I was certain that she was probably in her cabin. Getting her to 
come to the door might be a problem. I doubted that she would 
even open the door for me. I’d pretty much made an ass of myself 
the way I’d confronted her. I was determined to talk to her 
though and straighten things out between us.

Standing on the deck to her cabin, I listened for any sign of 
someone being inside. Not hearing any talking or movement, I 
knocked on the door. I waited about a minute before knocking 
again. Still no answer. If she was inside, she was ignoring me.

I walked off the deck feeling frustrated. Then I thought, go 
around and knock on the back door. She might answer it just to 
stop me from pestering her. Being a pest had worked out for me 
quite a few times in the past, except with my mom.

As I reached the back of the cabin, I saw her. She was sitting on 
the back steps. She had her head in her hands, still pretty 
upset. She was still crying too. Taking a deep breath, I walked 
over to her. She didn’t notice me until I began to sit by her on 
the bottom step.

I wasn’t even sure how to begin talking to her. The whole lesbian 
deal didn’t bother me at all. It was the ‘I love you’ part that 
had me speechless.

“Hi,” I cautiously said.

She glanced over at me for a moment before burying her face in 
her hands again. Her eyes were so red and puffy. She almost 
didn’t even look like the person I knew. I decided to cut to the 
chase. Gawd was she gonna be surprised.

“I like girls, too.”

“What?” she asked, her voice trembling. But she was looking at 
me.

“I like girls,” I repeated and shrugged. She stared at me hard 
for a moment.

“You like Peter though.”

“Yeah, I do. But, I’m bisexual. I like both, boys and girls.”

“You’re not teasing me, are you?” she asked. I couldn’t blame her 
for being suspicious.

“I’m not teasing,” I reassured her. “I’ve known I also liked 
girls since last summer.”

I scrunched my lips while looking at her before continuing.

“So, you and my friends can make fun of me too,” I added, before 
smiling at her a little. “Or, you can forgive me for being a 
bitch earlier.”

I could see the relief just wash over her. She was still a 
nervous wreck, but at least she was smiling at me.

“Mel, I’d never ever make fun of you.”

“I wouldn’t make fun of you either ... even if I weren’t bi,” I 
said. “I don’t hurt people like that, even if they piss me off.”

“I’m sorry I said that.”

“I’m sorry for the things I said, accusing you,” I replied. “It 
was the things I overheard you say ... I never thought you were a 
lesbian.”

“Peter’s been a good friend. I can understand why you thought 
what you did.”

I sighed and then added, “Girl, this whole thing has been fucked 
up from the start. People were telling me you were crushing on 
Peter. I wish you had told me before.”

“I couldn’t risk telling you,” she said.

“That’s what’s fucked up,” I stated. “I’m not blaming you. You 
shouldn’t have to hide who you are. Neither should I.”

“Mel, I’ve liked you ever since tryouts. I mean, really liked 
you.”

I took her hand in mine.

“I thought you were cool. I wanted us to be friends,” I said. “At 
that time though, I didn’t know what I now know about myself. I 
have learned so much about myself since last year.”

“When I saw you at the mall that night ... on your first date ... 
I freaked out,” she said, looking down. “You were with him on a 
date, and not with me. I didn’t even know what to say to you.”

She then looked back up at me.

“I wondered why you didn’t say a word to me,” I said. “I couldn’t 
figure it out. And then later Pam told me you were after Peter 
...”

We were both quiet for a short time.

Jennifer said, “Are you freaking out because I said I love you?”

“Honestly? Yeah. It was so out of the blue. I was thinking you 
were trying to steal Peter from me.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that,” she softly laughed. 
“He’s the one who should’ve been worrying about losing someone to 
me.”

“So, no dick for Jennifer?” I joked.

“Not for this girl,” she half laughed.

“Not even if I’m wearing one?” I asked, which stumped her for a 
moment.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve never seen a strap-on?”

She still looked puzzled.

“It’s something a girl wears,” I explained. “It has a fake cock 
attached to it.”

“Like a real boy?”

“Well, yeah ... but more like Pinocchio’s nose than a real boy,” 
I said, which caused her to laugh. I laughed with her, laying my 
head on her shoulder for just a moment. She then leaned over, 
grabbing my arm, hugging her face to it.

“So, you’re cool with me crushing on you?” she asked. “I haven’t 
completely scared you away?”

“We’re cool. And I only freaked out because I never expected it,” 
I explained. “Are you going to be cool with Peter being my 
boyfriend?”

“I guess. I won’t like it, but I’ll be cool with it.”

I put my arm around her. Feeling her gorgeous naked body against 
mine was turning me on.

“Peter told me you haven’t been with a girl yet,” I asked, 
curious if she’d talk about her past.

She shook her head, “I was hoping you’d be my first, but I always 
knew it wouldn’t happen.”

She sounded so dejected. I was hurting her. I could tell she 
really was crushing on me, and probably had for some time. She’d 
been hiding herself from everyone, especially me. Talking to me 
about all of this had to be so unnerving for her.

I didn’t want to give her any false hope of a romantic 
relationship with me, but I didn’t want to slam the door on her 
either. While I loved Peter, we were far from hearing wedding 
bells, despite the fact that we pretended to have gotten married. 
I’m a fucked up chick like that.

“You know, Peter and I aren’t completely exclusive,” I explained. 
“He doesn’t mind if I’m with a girl.”

“So, you’ve been with a girl already?” she curiously asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Sorry, chica. I’m not a virgin ... for you or 
Peter.”

“Do I know her?”

I bit my lip. I knew I couldn’t tell her about anyone.

“I can’t tell you,” I answered. “I have promises to keep, too.”

“I understand,” she said, still looking jittery from everything 
that had happened. “I just wish I knew other girls like me.”

“You do now.” I pulled her tighter. “If you can live with me 
liking guys, too.”

I then added, “If you’ll trust me, I can introduce you to 
someone.”

She looked at me carefully. The person she’d been hiding inside 
her was now very vulnerable. However, I could tell that she 
wanted to trust me.

“I’ll think about it,” she replied. Smiling at me, she added, 
“I’m still getting used to you knowing.”

“You can trust this person,” I said. “She and I trust each other 
completely.”

“I trust you, Mel. But the more people who know, the greater the 
chance of being outed to people like Becky and Tammy.”

I knew I could deal with Tammy if I had to, but I doubted she 
could ever be that cruel to someone anyways. It just wasn’t 
Tammy’s way. Becky was a whole different thing though. She would 
make it her mission to crucify Jennifer, just for the fun of it. 
And there were plenty of our friends that would join right in 
with her.

I told her, “Even if you were to get outed, I’d kick anyone’s ass 
who tried to hurt you.”

She smiled, “I think you’d actually do it.”

“Count on it,” I firmly said. “No one fucks over my friends, not 
even my friends. Peter would kick ass, too.”

“Peter is cool,” she stated. “If I liked guys, I probably 
would’ve been after him.”

“I’d have kicked your ass, too,” I snickered, nudging her.

“When you were yelling at me about stealing him, I was actually 
glad I could tell you I was a lesbian,” she chuckled. “You can be 
scary.”

“It was the worst feeling ever,” I said. “Thinking you were after 
him.”

“How do you feel now ... knowing it’s you I want?”

“Much better,” I said, leaning into her. “I’m just afraid of 
hurting you now.”

“I’ll be okay. I just want you to be my friend, if nothing else.”

“Always,” I squeezed her to me. “As for nothing else, it doesn’t 
have to be all or nothing.”

I turned to face her more, “We can be more than friends.”

I leaned in and touched her lips with mine softly. I brushed her 
nose with mine, keeping my lips close to hers. Her lips then 
found mine. I held her head as I slipped my tongue in her mouth. 
She seemed unprepared for that, but quickly let her tongue dance 
with mine. Our lips were crushing together as we kissed each 
other intensely.

I finally pulled back slightly, but not without a few quick short 
kisses between us.

She finally said, “You know, this isn’t helping me not love you.”

“I did say we could be more than friends.”

“But you love Peter.”

“We’re not exclusive though,” I reminded her.

“He might get upset.”

“He hasn’t yet.”

I wasn’t sure how to explain things to her without giving away 
secrets others trusted me with. While I hoped Sarah, Pam and my 
other friends wouldn’t mind, I couldn’t just assume.

“Trust me,” I told her, leaning in to kiss her again. She kissed 
me back eagerly too.

After several minutes of face sucking, I stood up and asked her 
to follow me.


******


Jennifer walked beside me as I led us back to the lake. She still 
looked a little out of sorts. So, I grabbed her hand and held it 
as we kept walking.

As we approached the lake, I smiled at her as I led her toward 
the alcove.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me,” I told her.

After we reached about the same spot where I’d seen her and Peter 
that morning, I spread out our towels side by side. I pulled her 
down with me so that we were lying on our sides facing each 
other.

“I was going to bring Peter here sometime today,” I grinned.

“I’m sorry I’m not Peter.”

“I’m glad you’re not. He’d look silly with tits.”

I leaned in and kissed her again, letting my hand touch her 
breast softly. She seemed surprised, but didn’t try to stop me. 
If anything, she began kissing me back a little more intensely.

I then moved over her, pushing her on her back. She seemed unsure 
of herself, but she was letting me do what I wanted.

“Do you still want me to be your first?” I asked.

“Only if you want to,” she whispered, but I could see the lust in 
her eyes.

“I want to, Jennifer. On some level, I do love you. I know it’s 
not at a level you want. But, I don’t want your first time to be 
with someone who won’t treat you special ... who won’t be there 
for you afterward.”

I kissed her face and lips before moving to nuzzle her neck, 
sucking and biting gently. My hand played with one of her 
breasts, pinching her hard crinkled nipple. My mouth moved to 
suck on the other.

I placed my hand over her mound. Her legs moved apart and gave me 
easy access to her slit. She moaned and raised her hips as I 
pushed a finger into her opening. I took my time licking and 
kissing over each of her tits, and down her flat tummy. I scooted 
down so that I was lying between her legs, with my face right at 
her pussy. I turned to kiss and nip at the insides of her thighs. 
She rose up on her elbows to watch me.

The lust on her face erased any concerns I had about her maybe 
feeling I was taking advantage of her. She wanted me to be her 
first. And I was going to make it as memorable as I could. When 
my tongue first made contact with her clit, she moaned as she 
exhaled and began her first orgasm caused by another girl.

I didn’t stop. I licked down and sucked on her inner lips, 
pulling each gently out, opening her to my view. I loved the look 
of my finger still inside her. She watched intensely as I pulled 
it out and licked her juices from it.

I lowered my head again and slowly moved my tongue the length of 
her pussy. Her juices were dripping from her opening, a lot of 
it. I licked it up and enjoyed her taste.

I licked her clit again, sucked on it and pushed my finger inside 
her opening, moving it rapidly in and out. I was fucking her 
good, licking her good.

I wanted her first time to be wonderful. I also wanted to make up 
for being a bitch earlier. She would know I really wasn’t teasing 
her when I said I was into girls, too.

She came several more times before I pulled back from her.

I slid up over her body and deeply kissed her, letting her taste 
her juices. I was rubbing my pussy against her thigh as well. I 
desperately wanted her to go down on me.

I grabbed her arms and rolled over so that she was on top of me. 
I didn’t have to ask her to do a thing. She proceeded to make 
love to me. She repeated a few things I’d done, but I got the 
impression she was doing what she’d already done in her 
imagination a number of times.

At first she was a little awkward as she did some things, but I 
reassured her that she was making me feel incredible. When her 
tongue first touched my pussy, I squealed rather loudly. It 
seemed to catch her off guard.

“I can be a little noisy sometimes,” I blushed.

She relaxed and went back to licking her first pussy ever. She 
took her time, spreading me open with her fingers, admiring me. 
It was like she was taking mental pictures so she’d never forget 
her first time. I let her do whatever she wanted. When I came, I 
grabbed her head and held her to me, keeping her mouth against my 
pussy. It might’ve been her first time, but she was a natural at 
this.

Finally, we ended up in each other’s arms. Both of us were still 
horny though.

“How was it for you?” I joked.

She laughed, “Well, I definitely know I’m a lesbian now.”

“Lesbians are the bestest,” I told her, kissing her again, 
brushing my fingers through her hair.

“I hope this isn’t a onetime thing,” she said sincerely.

“It won’t be,” I responded, touching her cheek. She smiled 
brightly.

Was I falling in love with her? It would’ve been so easy to.

I asked, “Do your parents know?”

“I think my mom suspects.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Just by some things she’s said to me.”

“Were they bad things?”

“No, not at all. Like, one time when ‘The L Word’ was coming on, 
my dad said something about watching something else. Mom told him 
to let ‘me’ watch it if I wanted to.”

“Hmm,” I said, thinking that really didn’t mean anything. I think 
she saw my doubt.

“Another time I was looking at a rainbow necklace while we were 
shopping. She said she’d buy it if I wanted it, but that my 
friends might make fun of me.”

That was getting closer, I thought.

“She said I might want to wait until I’m older.”

That convinced me.

“Yeah, I think she does suspect,” I said.

“It was like she knows, but wasn’t upset at all about it,” she 
said. She then asked me, “Do your parents know about you?”

“Yeah, they know. They’ve been okay about it,” I replied without 
going into any detail about my relationship with my parents. I 
didn’t think I should tell her my mother was bisexual as well, at 
least not yet.

“Your parents always seemed to be really cool to me.”

I just nodded. I didn’t want to get into any discussion about 
them right then.

“We better get back,” I told her, kinda wanting to get away from 
talking about my parents. “We both need a shower too. You don’t 
want to kiss your mother with that mouth right now.”

“My mom might like your taste,” she joked.

“Really?” I asked, not exactly sure if she was really joking.

“No, but you do taste good.” she coyly said.

“So, you like the taste of my pussy, do you?” I asked, smiling 
expectantly at her.

“It’s not bad,” she blushed.

“Not bad?!” I feigned my indignation.

“You taste great,” she said, pouncing on me.

“You’re rather tasty yourself, my sexy lesbian lover,” I told 
her, while squeezing her body to mine. I was also rethinking 
whether to leave or lay there with her the rest of the afternoon.


******


We walked together back to the clubhouse area. I was glad when we 
entered the showers that no one else was there. We goofed around 
as we rinsed off. Neither of us had thought to go get any soap or 
body wash. It felt great just being together, giggling most of 
the time as we copped feels of each other.

I loved touching her round tight butt, especially while reaching 
around to grab it while we kissed.

I knew I would need to find Peter and let him know how everything 
turned out. I felt sure he’d be okay with what Jennifer and I had 
done. It was a little outside of our agreed upon ground rules, 
but I had the impression he didn’t mind if I had sex with other 
girls.

The problem was that it wasn’t just sex I’d had with Jennifer. 
I’d made love to her. I was going to do it again, too, whether he 
liked it or not.

We didn’t even bother drying off as we walked over to the pool. 
We were almost there when we heard Peter’s voice. We both stopped 
and waited on him.

He looked at us a little cautiously, but he could immediately 
tell things were fine between Jennifer and me.

“Are you guys ...?”

I looked at Jennifer, and she started blushing.

“We’re cool,” I said, looking back at him.

“Still friends?”

“Better friends,” I said, looking at her again. “She knows about 
me now.”

He let out a big sigh, and exclaimed, “Thank God!”

We both hugged Peter, and I said, “You’ve been a great friend ... 
to both of us. I know you were put into an awkward position.”

“I’m just glad you guys are still friends,” he said, the relief 
clear in his voice.

Jennifer then said, “I’ll let you guys talk, if you want?”

“I think we need to,” I said taking Peter’s hand. I then told 
her, “If you’re not here when we get back, we’ll catch up with 
you later.”

I led Peter down the path to our campsites.

“So?” he asked.

“We had a great talk,” I started. “She knows I’m bisexual.”

He just nodded, waiting for me to say more.

“She’s not a virgin anymore,” I said, looking at him a little 
squeamishly.

“That was fast,” he said.

“Are you mad at me?”

“For what?”

“I didn’t ask you if you were okay with that.”

“I’m not mad. I figured you might at some point. It’s cool.”

I stopped and pulled him to me.

“Are you really okay with it?”

“Are you her girlfriend now?”

“Nope. I can only deal with one commitment at a time. And you’re 
my boyfriend. I don’t plan on changing that.”

“Then it’s cool.”

“You know, we talked ground rules yesterday,” I said, bringing up 
the subject we definitely needed to discuss.

“We said it was okay to have sex with others,” he said.

“Peter, I held her hand. We made out.”

“It’s okay. Just don’t do it with any other boys,” he said. He 
realized what I was about to ask, “Relatives are exempt.”

We both laughed together. He then added, “Other boys are okay, if 
we talk about it first.”

I couldn’t resist, “I don’t care if you make out or hold hands 
with boys.”

I started grinning. He responded by tickling my sides.

“Okay, Peter!” I said, getting away from his tickling. “I won’t 
make out with any boys you don’t approve of first, and the same 
applies to you with girls.”

I then added, “Adults are excluded.”

He thought for a few seconds.

“Deal,” he said, sticking out his hand for me to shake.

“Deal,” I said. “Now, I need a good fuck. Your tent or mine?”

“Jennifer didn’t satisfy you?” he teased.

“She’s very good for a rookie, but I need my boyfriend right 
now,” I said, sexily. “He has something a girl doesn’t. And I 
need that part in me right now!”


******


Fortunately, no one was in either of our tents. I’d have probably 
fucked him out in the open if there had been. He was really eager 
to fuck me, too. I like boyfriends like that. It was going to be 
my number one requirement for any future boyfriends as well. 
Fuck, love, honor, and obey me. Well, maybe not in that order.

We skipped most of the preliminaries, and got down to fucking. 
Sometimes it’s all a girl wants.

As he pumped in and out of me, I teased him, “Jennifer’s mouth 
was where your cock is now.”

“Did she make you cum?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s not bad for a rookie.”

“Is she as good as me?” he asked, fucking me more urgently. He 
was getting more turned on by me talking about the sex I’d had 
with Jennifer.

“She’s different,” I replied. “You do me great.”

“She can’t fuck you like I can,” he claimed.

“That’s true. Her dick isn’t nearly as satisfying as yours,” I 
joked, then pulled his head down to mine so I could kiss him 
while he drove harder into my body.

We were both breathing hard, pushing against each other. My hips 
rose to meet his thrusts. I wanted to get as much of him inside 
me as I could. I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming out 
as I came.

It didn’t take much longer before I felt his cock jerk inside of 
me. I was once again full of my boyfriend’s cum. It’s a good 
thing I’m not allergic to the stuff.

As we lay in each other’s arms, he told me more about his and 
Jennifer’s past.

"She started hanging around me some last summer,” he said. “She 
later told me she found out I liked you when she overheard my 
sisters talking while laying out by the pool. That's why she 
started hanging out some with me.”

“That wasn’t the reason she hung out with you,” I countered. 
“It’s because you’re a great guy. She actually saw someone that I 
didn’t see.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“That you weren’t too young,” I told him, showing my 
embarrassment.

I didn’t want to admit the other reason. I didn’t want him to 
know it was also because I used to think he was a dork. A lesbian 
could even see that he wasn’t. I was still feeling really stupid 
about all of that.

I added, “I know it was dumb thinking that, especially while I 
was complaining about everyone else thinking I was too young to 
be included in things.”

“At least you don’t think that now,” he said, smiling at me. 
“That’s all I care about.”

The more I got to know him the more I realized he was a very 
special guy. Even if he did come from a weird family.

I kissed him tenderly, and cuddled closer to him.

I then asked, “But what made you think she liked me?”

“Well, she asked me questions about you all the time,” he said. 
“It was more than obvious to me that she was crushing on you. I 
finally asked her about it. She denied it at first, but I was 
sure she was into you.”

I nodded while listening. He continued.

“I told her I had someone in my family that was into girls, and 
that I thought there was nothing wrong with it. I didn't tell her 
who though. She still doesn't know.”

I was surprised he’d told her that. I’d told her I’d been with a 
girl. I bet she was thinking it was Pam. She’d be right, of 
course. But it wasn’t Pam I was thinking of at the time I told 
her that.

He added, “She finally admitted she was really into you, and that 
she wasn't interested in guys at all. She never came out and 
called herself a lesbian though. I think she was really scared of 
what she was."

“She is scared of getting outed,” I said. “For that matter, so am 
I. Just because I like guys doesn’t mean I’d get a free pass for 
having sex with girls ... especially with people like Becky.”

“I’d kick ass for you. You know that,” he stated.

“I get to kick Becky’s ass, if anyone does,” I grinned.

“God help her,” he jokingly said. “I’ve seen you kick Jamie’s 
ass.” I just smiled.

He was brushing his fingers through my hair as we lay quietly 
together. I had a bunch of questions for him though. At least one 
of them was about my mom.

“Peter,” I started up again, “you said you’ve had sex with my mom 
...”

He waited for me to continue.

“Have you fucked her at my house?”

“Yeah,” he quickly said, offering no details. I hated 
interrogating him. I wanted him to talk ‘with’ me about her.

“Peter, why are you so scared to talk to me about my mother?”

“I’m not scared ...” he started saying. “I just don’t want you to 
be mad.”

That made no sense. Clearly he was afraid I’d get mad at whatever 
he told me.

“I promise I won’t be mad.”

“No matter what I tell you?”

“I’ll get mad if you don’t tell me.”

I could see him almost cringe. I wasn’t giving him a way out of 
this.

“I swear to you I won’t get mad,” I tried reassuring him. “If we 
can’t talk to each other, then what’s the point of being 
together?”

He looked down for a moment.

I gently caressed his chest and kissed him lovingly.

“Look, Peter. If you think it’s something that might really upset 
me, just give me a heads up. Okay?”

“Heads up,” he immediately said. I half laughed, but then looked 
at him waiting.

“One afternoon back in June, I was with your mom in her bedroom.”

I scrunched my lips. He fucked her in my parents’ bed?

“See, you’re getting upset already.”

“I’m not upset enough for you to worry about yet,” I said. “I’ll 
put my hand up if I want you to stop.”

He then continued, “You weren’t home at the time. I was going to 
be spending the night with Jamie.”

“You’ve never spent the night with Jamie before,” I noted.

“Penny and Pam were going to be spending the night, too, but Pam 
ended up staying at Sarah’s house.”

“Ahhh,” I acknowledged. I was running through my head when that 
could have been. It must’ve been one of the nights I spent with 
Sarah, too.

He then said, “Our parents were going out for the night ...”

Peter was watching me closely to see if I was getting upset. 
However, I kept myself as calm as I could.

He then added, “They were going out with the Clarks too ...”

No fucking way it could be the time I was thinking about, could 
it?

“You’re not breathing, Mel.”

“Keep going,” I said, after taking a deep breath.

“Anyway, I ended up in your parents’ bedroom with your mom ... 
and my parents ...”

“You fucked my mother in front of your parents?”

“Yeah. But actually I think it was the other way around.”

Mr. and Mrs. Rayner had to be the weirdest couple ever. They 
watched their son have sex with my mother in her bedroom. And 
there I was, in love and cuddling with that same boy while 
talking about it like it was perfectly normal. I must be the 
weirdest girl ever.

“Was Jamie home then?” I asked.

“Yeah ... he was in his room though.”

“The Clarks were at the house then too?”

“Yeah.”

Holy shit!

“Does that bother you ... the Clarks being there?” he asked, 
obviously noticing my reaction.

“No, I’m just surprised you were fucking my mom with all of them 
in the house.”

“Yeah. Well, the Clarks were there, but not in your mom’s bedroom 
...”

Oh. My. Fucking. Gawd. I knew exactly when that was! It was the 
evening I snuck home to get the music CD. Now I knew who it was 
in my parents’ bedroom. It was Peter! I had never even thought 
about it being him.

“Was Mrs. Clark in Jamie’s room with him ... and Penny?”

“Yeah,” he answered quizzically. “How’d you know?”

“Peter, I was there.”

“You weren’t home. You were at the Clarks ...”

“Yeah, but I snuck home to get a CD,” I explained. “I was hiding 
in my room when you were with my mom.”

He looked really surprised at that.

“I was listening through my door and heard Mr. Clark say 
something about our moms wearing someone out.”

He was blushing.

I was proud of him for telling me about all of that. He was so 
scared I was gonna be upset, too. Well, I was, but not at him. 
Just the situation. Of course, it was somewhat hypocritical of 
me. It involved my mom though. He was probably used to hearing 
about as well as seeing his mom having sex with others. I wasn’t 
quite there yet though.

I decided to make my own admission about my involvement with his 
mom from earlier that same day.

“Peter, earlier that day ... I was involved in a blindfold game 
with the Clarks.”

I looked at him closely, but he waited for me to continue.

“It was the first time for me,” I said, pausing for a few 
moments. “Your mom was involved in it too.”

He still didn’t say anything.

“I’m pretty sure a video was taken of it ...”

“I saw it while I was with your mom,” he blurted out.

What the fuck?! I hadn’t even seen it, but my boyfriend had ... 
with my mom?!

“When did you see it?”

“I watched it ... that same day.”

I stared at him. I couldn’t believe it. Peter knew who all was in 
the video!

“Mel, you’re not breathing again.”

“Peter ...” I started, softly smiling at him. “Were you watching 
it with your parents and my mom in her bedroom?”

“Yeah,” he timidly answered.

I couldn’t believe it. He’d watched ... with my mother ... a 
video of me having sex while I was blindfolded? I then figured he 
wasn’t all that comfortable telling me what he saw in the video. 
I knew I had to act calmly, or he might not tell me everything I 
wanted to know.

He then asked, “Are you pissed?”

“No, it’s cool,” I calmly said. “Peter, was my mom in the video 
with me?”

“Yeah,” he tentatively answered, looking at me closely. He saw 
the shock on my face. He was almost pleading when he said, “Don’t 
get mad at her, okay?”

I wasn’t mad at Mom. I was glad to finally know for sure. Maybe I 
could get her to open up with me about it.

“What was my mother doing in the video?” I asked.

“She was moving around, watching mostly.”

“Was she naked?”

“Yeah.”

“Did she play any?”

“She touched herself some. Mostly pulling on and pinching her 
nipples.”

“She didn’t play with her pussy?”

He glanced down as he said, “She was rubbing her clit while you 
were cumming.”

“I’m surprised you saw so much of it while you were busy porking 
my mom,” I said, remembering to smile so he wouldn’t think it 
bothered me.

He looked back up at me. I then asked, “Did you see my mother ... 
do anything with me?”

“No, she never touched you.”

I sucked in my cheeks. I wasn’t sure whether I was happy or sad 
about that.

I then asked, “Did she do anything with anyone else?”

“Your mom sucked Mr. Clark while my mom licked you.”

He was getting hard again. I couldn’t blame him. It was probably 
a hot video to watch while fucking my mother, even with his 
parents there as spectators.

“So, where were you after everyone left?” I asked. “I saw Penny 
with Jamie downstairs when I snuck back out. I didn’t see you 
though. No one was upstairs when I came down either.”

He thought for a moment, “I probably was in the kitchen getting 
something to drink when you came down. You’re lucky I didn’t come 
out before you left.”

“Did you join Jamie and your sister in the family room?” I asked, 
smiling with a raised eyebrow at him.

“I was fucked out, Mel. I went back upstairs to lie down.”

“In whose bed?”

“Yours, of course,” he replied, smiling.

“Papa and mama bear’s bed wasn’t just right?” I joked.

He bashfully said, “I wanted to lie in your bed.”

“Awwww,” I replied, biting my lip. I looked at him lovingly, “I 
now wish I’d stayed and gotten in it with you.”

I kissed him tenderly.

“Thanks for telling me about all of that,” I told him. He kissed 
me back as his reply.

I rolled on my back and pulled Peter over me again. He was so 
hard and I was so horny from his description. I wanted him in me.

“I’m not mad at you for any of it either,” I told him. I 
teasingly added, “Especially if you fuck me hard this time.”

And fuck me hard he did. He pounded into me like he was driving a 
spike into the ground to hold the tent in a storm. I played that 
scene in the Clark’s bedroom in my head, I pictured Peter’s 
mother licking my slit, before Mr. Clark fucked me. I pictured 
Mom watching me getting fucked by Mr. Clark. I could see her 
sucking his cock to make him hard so he could fuck her daughter 
...

I lost it at that point. I came like I had never done before. He 
had to cover my mouth with one hand I was screaming so loud. I 
think I even bit his hand.

I didn’t even feel Peter cumming, but he had. He was breathing 
hard and dripping sweat on me. I didn’t care. He was my boyfriend 
after all. And he had just told me something I had wanted to find 
out in the worst way.

“Damn, Mel, what was that? Are you ok?”

I couldn’t answer my lungs were pumping so hard. I could only 
nod.

Peter rolled off me and I could feel a rush of cum oozing out of 
my pussy. He must have cum pretty hard himself.

Finally I was able to speak again. “That was awesome, Peter.” I 
grinned, “You have to tell me stories like that every time we 
fuck.”

“Only if we live next to an airport,” he laughed.

I punched his arm and then moved over him to give him a deep 
loving kiss.

Afterward, I reached for a towel to wipe between my legs. I’d 
have made a mess if I had gotten up. “I need to clean up, Peter.”

He grinned. “I think I should, too.”

We went to the showers and quickly rinsed off. There were others 
there as well, so we didn’t get a chance to fool around. The 
smirks on some faces told me that they suspected what we had been 
up to.

I didn’t care. I had been with my boyfriend and that made it ok.


******


Late that afternoon, I went back to Jennifer’s cabin to talk with 
her some more. Mrs. Preston greeted me at the door and invited me 
in. They were about to eat supper.

“I can come back later since you’re about to eat.”

Mrs. Preston said, “You’re welcome to stay.”

I replied, “The friends we’re camping with are fixing supper for 
my family, but thanks for inviting me.”

I decided I was going to like Mrs. Preston. She was really 
pleasant with me. I wasn’t sure what she’d think of me if she 
knew I’d had sex with her daughter earlier. Obviously, she didn’t 
know about that.

She said, “I found out last week that you’ll be in my advanced 
algebra class this semester.”

I smiled a little anxiously at that. She laughed.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “From everything I know about you, 
you’ll do great.”

She definitely had an advantage over me. I knew very little about 
her, except that she was a nudist ... and that she looked great 
with her husband’s cock in her mouth.

“And, I’m not an ogre,” she chuckled. “It should be a fun 
semester.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said, not really sure what else to say. I’d 
feel better if I could talk to others who’d had her as a teacher 
in the past, but she was new to our school.

About that time, Mr. Preston came in.

“Hi, Melissa,” he greeted me. “Joining us for supper?”

“No, sir,” I replied. “I just stopped by to talk to Jennifer for 
a moment. Some friends of my mom are fixing supper for us.”

“Jennifer’s friends are welcome any time,” he stated.

I was glad that Jennifer’s parents were so pleasant. They 
probably knew Jennifer didn’t have a lot of real friends yet. I 
decided I liked both of them. I certainly liked the view of his 
cock in his wife’s mouth.

That damn picture was going to haunt me forever.

“I’d better be going so you guys can eat,” I said.

Jennifer stepped over to me, and said, “I’ll walk with you part 
of the way.”

“Don’t be gone too long, honey,” her mother reminded her. “Oh, 
and Melissa, could you stop by in the morning to see me?”

That caught me off guard.

“Sure, Mrs. Preston,” I replied. “About mid-morning?”

“That’ll be great,” she replied, smiling. “It won’t take long.”

Jennifer walked outside with me.

“What does your mom want with me?”

“I dunno. She probably just wants to talk about her class or 
something.”

“I guess,” I shrugged, as we walked.

“Mel, thanks for being so cool.”

I looked at her closely. She looked like she was floating in the 
clouds compared to earlier.

“You’re pretty cool yourself,” I told her.

I glanced around. Not seeing anyone, I gave her a quick kiss on 
the lips, surprising her.

“Mel! Someone might be watching!”

“No one’s around. Plus, girls kiss all the time,” I innocently 
said. “It would’ve been different if I’d shoved my tongue down 
your throat.”

“I’m so used to not being affectionate with a girl at all.”

“That’s gonna change around me, missy,” I informed her. “Trust 
me. Okay?”

She answered by reaching for my hand and holding it until she had 
to go back to her cabin. I was proud of her.

“I guess I better get back to the cabin. I’d like to see you 
later.”

“Me too, but if I don’t, I’ll catch up with you in the morning. 
It’s also time we started hanging out more back at home.”

“I’d like that,” she said. “Maybe at your house since your mom 
already knows about you.”

“I bet your mom would also be cool about us hanging out,” I 
replied. “We’ll just have to be more careful.”

“Your mom really is okay with everything?”

“Yeah. Both my parents are. You can be yourself in our house.”

“I don’t know if I could,” she said, showing her insecurity 
again. It was going to take some time letting herself go when 
around me.

“They won’t judge you,” I said, squeezing her hand. “I promise.”


******


Mr. Rayner and Mr. Walcott were having a good old time grilling 
steaks, baked potatoes, and corn on the cob on the grill. I 
helped Mom make a salad. The other ladies brought out some 
goodies they’d baked at home. This camping thing could make a 
girl fat if she wasn’t careful.

Mom said, “I heard you and Peter have worked things out.”

“Yep. We’re still a couple.”

“So, what changed?”

“It was just a big misunderstanding. I talked with Jennifer for a 
long time. I’m now certain there is nothing going on between 
them.”

“I’m not surprised Jennifer isn’t interested in him.”

I looked at her curiously, “Why would you say that?”

“Well, I never thought she was interested in him, except as a 
friend,” Mom said. “She just didn’t have that look of someone who 
had a crush on him.”

I wondered why she hadn’t told me that earlier.

Mom then said, “Plus, she’s a lesbian.”

She started smiling at me as my mouth hung open in surprise.

Quietly, I anxiously asked, “How did you know she was a 
lesbian?!”

“I have my ways,” she casually replied. “My gaydar works much 
better than Pam’s.”

“Mom, how could you possibly know?!” I incredulously asked.

“It was a lot of things that added up over the past few years. 
For one, I knew Jamie had asked her out, but she’d shown 
absolutely no interest in him. I then noticed I’d very rarely 
seen her around any other guys much at all, except her brother 
and Peter. With Peter, they looked more like siblings than as a 
potential couple.”

“That alone doesn’t mean she’s a lesbian, Mom. Even I know that,” 
I protested.

“You’re right. What really convinced me was seeing you two have 
sex, and hearing you two talking about her being a lesbian,” she 
stated, acting all smug and shit.

“You spied on me!” I exclaimed, displaying my outrage.

“I wasn’t intentionally spying, Melissa,” she replied.

“Well, what were you doing if not spying?” I irately asked. She 
didn’t appreciate that either. I quickly remembered this was my 
mother I was talking to. She didn’t have to say anything to show 
her disapproval with my tone of voice. She had an expression that 
I knew all too well.

I quickly cowed down under her gaze. She began smiling. I was 
such a wuss.

She then explained, “I was walking near the lake when I saw the 
two of you walking together. Of course, I thought that was very 
odd considering the way you had been acting just a short time 
earlier. I was afraid you might do something stupid in your 
anger.”

“Did you think I’d actually try to hurt her?”

“You were very mad at her earlier. I know how you can get with 
Jamie.”

“Did you think I was taking her to the lake to drown her and bury 
her in the nearby woods?” I asked, stunned that my own mother 
would think I’d really try to physically hurt someone.

“I didn’t think you’d do something that bad, but you were pretty 
mad at her,” she said.

I looked at her thoughtfully.

She continued, “Honey, I was just worried about my daughter.”

I hugged her to me.

She wrapped her arms around me tightly.

“I know we haven’t always talked enough, Melissa, but I have 
always been there to make sure that you wouldn’t get hurt.”

I tried to get free enough out of her hug to look at her, but she 
was stronger. Was she trying to tell me something? Was that the 
reason she was there during my first blindfold game?

“I love you very much, and you having fun and not getting hurt 
has been very important to me,” she said. “Even if I haven’t 
talked about it a lot.”

She kissed the top of my head for a long time before releasing 
me.

”You’re the best mom in the world,” I softly told her. Pulling 
back from her, I timidly asked, “What all else did you see?”

“I saw quite a bit,” she admitted. “I didn’t watch too long 
though. I was afraid someone I knew might come over to see what 
was going on. In fact, when I was about halfway back to the dock, 
Kent and Carl showed up.”

“Mr. Preston was with Mr. Rayner?” I replied, gritting my teeth 
at the thought of Jennifer’s father catching us.

“Uh huh. They’d just gotten there to fish for a few hours.”

I immediately kicked myself for not realizing what people might 
think seeing us arriving or leaving together from a secluded 
place like that. Not to mention walking up on us with our tongues 
stuck up each other’s cooter.

“I knew they would likely see you two leaving from a notorious 
make-out spot, but I was able to lure them away for a while,” Mom 
said, winking.

“You didn’t?!”

“Mmm hmm,” Mom admitted, not even acting embarrassed.

“You actually did a threesome with them?”

“I did it for you, sweetie,” she justifiably claimed.

I shook my head, smiling in amazement.

“That alcove is a great spot to go to be alone,” Mom said, 
getting off the subject of her threesome. “I found it with your 
father on our first trip here.”

I grinned at her, “So you and Daddy did the nasty in the same 
spot?”

She turned her head away in embarrassment. I proudly grinned. 
It’s a rare thing to embarrass my mom like that. I’ve learned to 
appreciate these kinds of fleeting victories over her.

While I had the advantage, I turned the subject back to the 
threesome. You have to take advantage of opportunities like this.

“So, how were you able to lure Mr. Rayner and Mr. Preston away?”

“I have just the right bait to reel in two good sized fish,” she 
said, winking at me.

“Bad mommy,” I playfully scolded. I then asked, “Did you really 
... you know ... with Jennifer’s dad?”

“I’m insulted that you’d think I’d let him get away,” she stated, 
feigning indignation.

She was back on her game.

I then asked, “Have you ever taken anyone else to the alcove? 
Like, Mr. Rayner or Mr. Preston?”

“Only your father, sweetie.”

“Good,” I happily replied.

“Sweetie, when are you finally going to accept that your dad and 
I have a very happy marriage?” she asked. “We only do what we 
know the other is okay with. And we share with each other 
everything we’ve done. We trust each other completely.”

I was a bit shocked she was telling me that.

She continued, “Others have told me that you worry about us. You 
can quit worrying.”

She put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me for moment. 
“Okay?”

I felt kind of stupid. I realized that I was playing adult games 
but in some respects I was still a young kid.

“Okay, Mom.”

She then asked, “Do you plan to hang out with Peter tonight?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Since you’ll be with Peter, I’m going to spend 
time with some friends again.”

Was she trying to ditch me?

“What did you have planned before finding out I was back together 
with Peter.”

“I was going to spend time with you doing whatever you wanted to 
do.”

I smiled at her sweetly, before sternly saying, “You better 
behave yourself.”

“I’m always good.”

“So am I. That’s what worries me.”

We laughed and hugged each other.


******


After supper, all of the adults wandered off to do their thing. 
Mom just said she’d be back before it got too late. If I needed 
her before then, she told me to go to the clubhouse and the 
person working would know how to reach her. I frowned as I 
thought about her going off to have a good time while Daddy was 
stuck back at home. She might have his permission, but it didn’t 
make it feel right. I was also a little pissed that she was being 
so secretive around me about it all.

Peter and I sat in my tent talking for a while. It felt great to 
just get to know each other a little better. Sure we’d known each 
other since we were little, but it was fun sharing little things 
we didn’t know about each other while growing up.

We’d been talking for some time when Julie showed up.

“Hey, guys. Can I hang out? There’s nobody around,” she said.

“Where’s Derek?” I asked.

“He had to be back at his cabin by nine. Everyone else is gone. I 
didn’t see Pam, Mike or Jamie anywhere around the clubhouse.”

“That’s weird,” I said. “Where else would they go this time of 
night?”

Peter said, “I think I know where they might be. It’s something I 
discovered by accident last year.”

Julie and I looked at him, waiting for him to tell us more.

Finally I said, “Well?”

“It’s something that happens on some Saturday nights. It’s easier 
to show you ... and more fun,” he said, standing up.

Julie and I smiled at each other as we grabbed our towels and 
followed Peter.

We walked past the clubhouse and headed toward a rather long 
driveway that went back into the woods. It was one of the few 
parts of “Forest Acres Campground” I’d not yet explored.

“What’s down there?” I asked Peter.

“It’s the campground owners’ house,” he said. “They live here 
year round.”

“The donkey dick guy?” I asked, causing Julie to snort.

“Yeah. I’m not surprised you noticed,” he said, which earned him 
a good pop on the arm.

The path was also used as a driveway. It was surrounded by trees 
most of the way. As we walked along it, we could hear the faint 
sound of music. You couldn’t see the house until you reached a 
clearing though. The house was in the middle of it. The distance 
from the clubhouse, along with all of the trees surrounding the 
place, provided them with plenty of privacy. Except from people 
like us, of course.

It was dark except for the light coming from the house. It was 
more than obvious that a party was going on. Staying in the 
darkness, Peter led us around to the back of the house.

“We can watch what is going on better from behind the house,” he 
said. I just followed, hoping he knew what he was doing.

The back of the house had a deck around it. A large sliding glass 
door provided the best view of the party going on inside. On the 
other side of it was a large family room. As we approached it, it 
became clear that this wasn’t a typical party. And there were a 
lot of people there as well.

Peter led us up to the edge of the deck. He told us to stay on 
the ground, that we’d be able to see everything with less chance 
of getting caught. He also said it would be hard for anyone to 
notice us because of the reflection from inside when looking at 
the glass door.

Of course, everyone inside was naked. It was a nudist campground 
after all. But it was quite obvious that this was not a ‘family 
oriented’ party. Not only did we see drinking and dancing, there 
were also various combinations of people fooling around with each 
other. I was witnessing my very first swingers’ party.

“So this is where the adults go to really party,” I said to no 
one in particular. Looking at Peter, I asked, “How many times 
have you spied on them?”

“Just once last year. I think it’s something the Meyers do 
occasionally,” Peter said. “There’s a lot more people here this 
time.”

Looking around, I noticed some of the people were smoking weed. 
Some were drinking as well. A few people danced, but most were 
either having sex, or standing around kissing and feeling each 
other up. It looked like they’d already been at it for a while, 
too.

Julie didn’t seem to be paying any attention to us. Her attention 
was focused completely on what was going on in the house. I 
couldn’t blame her either. Inside the house, her parents were 
busy having sex, but it wasn’t with each other. Mr. Walcott was 
sitting in a chair, and a woman I’d seen at the pool was kneeling 
in front of him giving him a blowjob. He had his eyes closed and 
his hips started to jerk as if he was ready to cum at any moment.

Mrs. Walcott was sitting on the lap of a man on the couch, his 
cock sliding in and out of her as she moved above him. She was 
just rotating her hips because he was sucking on her tits, moving 
from one to the other. His cock looked rather juicy. Mrs. 
Walcott’s pussy must have been really wet. Too bad we couldn’t 
hear the slushing noises his cock must have made in her pussy.

I saw Mom and the Rayners almost immediately. She was standing 
there, her legs fairly wide apart, as some man I didn’t know 
sucked one of her tits and finger fucked her pussy. She didn’t 
seem to mind at all.

That wasn’t what I was focused on though. It was one other person 
that had my attention, and I was totally pissed off about it too. 
On the floor fucking a woman that looked to be in her mid-
twenties was Jamie.

They were just a few feet away from Mom who was watching them. 
Jamie had the woman’s legs over his shoulder as he rammed his 
cock into her. She was clearly enjoying it too. After a few 
minutes, he suddenly and hastily pulled out and moved over her so 
that his cock was above her chest. He stroked it a few times and 
started spurting, moving his cock from side to side so that he 
got cum on both of her tits.

I wondered if that was some sort of rule to avoid sloppy seconds, 
or if the lady just liked getting her tits splattered.

Mom smiled as she watched Jamie cum. And she watched with great 
interest as the woman reached for his spent but still hard dick, 
putting it down between her large breasts. She pushed her tits 
together around his cock, encouraging Jamie to slide it back and 
forth between them. I hoped there wasn’t a cup size requirement 
for swingers’ parties. I was going to be shit out of luck, at 
least for a few more years. Maybe that’s why I didn’t get an 
invitation.

I watched Jamie a little longer, but his movements slowed down 
and he seemed to just smear his cum all around her large tits. He 
needed a break before he could cum again.

Also in the room were Kari and Penny. That didn’t surprise me at 
all. They were being kept occupied by two older men who sat next 
to each other on the other couch. Both girls had their backs 
towards their partner, and they were kissing and playing with 
each other’s tits as they happily bounced on the men’s cocks. 
They’d obviously been at a few of these before.

What pissed me off more though was that Pam and Mike were also 
there.

Both of them along with Jamie were underage, but Pam wasn’t even 
a year older than me! No one seemed to act like it was a problem 
though. Mike certainly didn’t seem to have a problem with his 
girlfriend getting fucked by a much older man. But then, Mike was 
getting a blowjob from Mrs. Meyer. She looked rather skilled at 
it too. At least Mike looked like he enjoyed her mouth sucking on 
his hard shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip, licking up 
his pre-cum.

Her mouth moved down to his balls and I saw her suck one of them 
into her mouth. I could almost hear Mike groan as she let it slip 
out, and then sucking the other into her mouth. When she let it 
slip out as well, I realized that she had two fingers in his ass, 
fucking him while blowing him. Images of Mike fucking Mom in the 
ass earlier that week came to mind.

A short time later, Mr. Meyer walked into the big family room. He 
walked over to Mom and hugged her from behind. He had one hand on 
her tits, the other cupped Mom’s pussy. He said something into 
her ear. She smiled and nodded her head in reply.

They both then walked over to the coffee table. There were a 
number of pill bottles on it. Mr. Meyer grabbed one of them, took 
out a pill, and put it in Mom's mouth. She happily swallowed it.

“What the fuck did he just give my mother!?” I asked rather 
loudly.

Peter shushed me, “Chill out, Mel.”

“Fuck chilling out, dude. He just gave my mom some shit!”

“It looks like they’re all doing stuff,” Julie said.

“Did he just give her Ecstasy?” I asked, astounded that she would 
take anything like that.

“I guess,” Peter said.

“She better never say fuck to me about doing drugs,” I firmly 
stated.

Julie said, “It’s not like she’s shooting up heroin.”

She was right, but if I ever do X, Mom better not say a damn 
thing.

“Do you want to try X sometime?” Peter seemed to seriously ask 
me. Then I remembered. Besides being a pussy hound for every 
female in his family, my boyfriend was also a drug lord. I just 
rolled my eyes at him.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Meyer had moved from Mike over to 
Jamie. She was attempting to suck his cock back hard again. I 
assumed it was her turn at getting fucked by him. Jamie was 
usually pretty quick to recover, but I wasn’t sure how many times 
he’d already cum. She sucked and licked his shaft, cleaning all 
the juices off it. But Jamie’s cock showed no reaction. She even 
fingered his asshole, but there seemed to be no life returning to 
Jamie’s cock.

Mom was watching them from a few feet away. After a short time, 
she went to a long table set up against the wall. On it were 
various bottles of different kinds of liquor and mixers. Ice 
chests were situated under the table. She fixed a drink and 
looked back toward Jamie. Then she walked over to the coffee 
table and got a pill from a different bottle than the one Mr. 
Meyer had grabbed.

Mom walked over to Jamie and put the pill in his mouth, letting 
him drink from her glass to wash it down.

Peter knew what I was watching, too.

“Don’t go nuts, Mel,” he said. I stood there fuming. She gave her 
own son some kind of drug! She looked like she was pretty high 
already herself.

She then kissed him. Their tongues were in each other’s mouth.

“What the ...”

Jamie reached out to hold one of Mom's tits, playfully squeezing 
it, and even pulling on her nipple. While still kissing him 
passionately, Mom's hand rubbed down his torso toward his cock. 
She left it just above his dick while Mrs. Meyer continued 
sucking.

After a short time though, she pulled her hand away. Then she 
pushed his hand away from her tits, but kept kissing him a little 
longer, licking his lips as she took a step back. She kept 
looking at him though. You could see the lust radiating from her 
stare. If he hadn't been her son, she would've fucked him for 
sure, when she’d gotten him hard again, of course.

I wanted to be mad as hell at both of them, but what I’d just 
witnessed made me horny as fuck. The waterworks in my pussy were 
quite busy. I wondered if the only thing keeping Mom from doing 
more with Jamie was that all the other people there would’ve seen 
it. At least she still had some wits about her.

After that, I watched what the others were doing. Mrs. Rayner was 
getting fucked by Mr. Meyer. It was the first time I’d seen him 
hard. She was on her back with her legs being held up and back by 
another man as Mr. Meyer drove his big cock in and out of her.

I was mesmerized by the sight of that thick piece of meat, and 
the sight of Mrs. Rayner taking it all without looking like she 
was in pain. She was screaming, but it wasn’t from discomfort. 
His cock was soaked with her juices too. Her pussy was stretched 
wide open by that thing. I was sure she was going to be sore in 
the morning.

I looked at Peter who stared at the same scene. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. Then he chuckled. “I wonder if she will 
ever even feel my cock in her after that.”

I was surprised. Julie was there. Had she heard him? Did she know 
what was going on in the Rayner’s house? I doubted she’d heard 
him whispering to me though.

Julie seemed fine with everything going on. I supposed she’d 
probably seen this kind of thing at her house before. A short 
time later when her mom was about to get double penetrated, she 
did react with genuine concern.

Mrs. Walcott had been on top of a man I didn’t recognize, riding 
his cock while facing him. When he moved out from under her, he 
got up and went over to the coffee table and grabbed what looked 
like a bottle of lotion. Another man had taken his place and 
slipped his cock into her pussy. The other guy then went back 
over to Julie’s mom and got into position behind her. When he had 
poured some lotion on his fingers, and started pushing two of 
them up her butthole, Julie’s eyes instantly got very big.

For about a minute, the man poked his fingers into her ass. I 
knew what he was getting her ready for. He was getting her 
asshole lubed up to fuck it. He wasn’t spending any time trying 
to get her relaxed like the Thomas’ had done with me.

As the man pushed his cock into her ass, Mrs. Walcott seemed to 
almost convulse from having two cocks fucking into her. It seemed 
to really scare Julie too. I wondered if she’d ever seen anyone 
do that before.

“Have you ever seen anyone get butt fucked?” I asked her.

“Nope, and I’m never gonna do it either.”

I started to tell her it felt great, if you take your time. But 
then, Peter would want to know how I knew. I was going to let him 
do it to me sometime, but I’d bring it up when I was ready. He 
was gonna take his time getting my ass ready before poking his 
dick in me.

Maybe after you’ve been fucked like that for years, it’s not a 
big deal. I loved my butthole too much to just let it get abused 
like that. It was like a dear friend to me. It got rid of all my 
shit, and was fun to finger sometimes. It felt great when people 
licked it, too.

I think there’s a saying about how if you take care of your 
butthole, it will take care of you ... or something like that. 
Mine was my pal. It had forgiven me after I let the good pastor 
and his wife use it. That’s because they’d taken their time and 
treated it right.

Mrs. Walcott was really getting vocal though. I looked at Julie. 
She had a pained expression on her face.

I whispered to her, “I’ve done that before. It feels great. Your 
mom isn’t getting hurt.”

Julie looked at me wide-eyed, and then seemed to relax.

“Don’t tell anyone I’ve done it, okay?”

She nodded and then asked, “Who’d you do it with?”

“Pastor Thomas and his wife, but it’s a secret.”

She smiled and nodded again. I felt like I could trust her.

“Haven’t they tried it with you?” I asked.

She looked at me kind of strange. “Mel, what do you know?”

“I’ve seen you sucking off Pastor Thomas, and it didn’t look like 
your first time with him.”

“Please don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Don’t worry, chica.”

We looked into the living room again.

Mr. Meyer got up from fucking Mrs. Rayner. I wasn’t even sure if 
he’d cum or not. Mrs. Rayner certainly did. She lay there kind of 
exhausted but wasn’t getting any time to rest. The man, who had 
been holding her legs up, spread her knees wide and moved between 
her legs to fuck her. I hoped her pussy was kind of elastic, or 
he wasn’t going to feel anything.

Mr. Meyer then took Mom by the hand and led her to another room. 
Peter told us to follow him. He knew I wanted to watch Mr. Meyer 
and Mom. He can be quite perceptive when he wants to be.

Peter walked up the steps onto the deck. I was afraid we’d be 
seen, but no one apparently could see us from inside. He took my 
hand and led me to a large window. It was the Meyer’s master 
bedroom.

Mr. Meyer was standing behind Mom, reaching around to fondle her 
breasts while he kissed the nap of her neck. Mom was leaning into 
him with her head back, enjoying every moment of it. He then led 
her over to the bed, moving over her after she stretched out on 
her back.

He kissed the top of her head, and then the tip of her nose. 
Their lips crushed together passionately for a few moments. She 
lifted her chin as he kissed just underneath it. His lips trailed 
down her neck, and then over the top of her chest. He took a 
nipple in his mouth and sucked it firmly. Mom's back arched.

I watched as she opened her thighs wide and pulled her knees up. 
I could see her pussy wide open and glistening wetly. Mom was 
ready for him. Mr. Meyer's throbbing hard cock was just inches 
away from her pussy. He then slowly pushed the head inside her.

“He’s gonna hurt her,” I softly whimpered to myself.

Julie and Peter weren’t paying any attention to me. They were too 
mesmerized by the show they were watching. Mom certainly knew how 
to be sexy and sensuous for a lover. I wondered if Peter got the 
same treatment whenever he fucked her.

Mom gasped as it slid deeper inside her before bottoming out. Mr. 
Meyer then began to fuck her with long slow strokes. Mom's arms 
wrapped around his flanks to help ensure he wouldn't completely 
withdraw. Their faces became intense as he fucked her more 
urgently.

It wasn't just a wham bam thank you ma'am fuck. They were 
thoroughly enjoying every movement of each other's body. To me it 
looked like this wasn’t the first time they had fucked. They were 
too familiar with each other, too much like lovers even.

Mom occasionally opened her mouth to moan as he would drive hard 
and deep. His cock looked too big for her, but she was taking it 
all and loving it.

It didn’t take very long for Mom to have a huge orgasm. Her whole 
body was into it, too. We could hear her through the window 
screaming at Mr. Meyer to fuck her harder, and he didn’t 
disappoint her either. He was slamming his hips into her rapidly, 
which had her loudly moaning. It was amazing that she could take 
his cock like that. She seemed to be having one long tremendous 
orgasm.

His thrusts took on a real urgency. He was coming, and Mom was 
again, too. They held each other tightly, their bodies tense as 
they experienced it together. Mr. Meyer arched his back, driving 
his cock as deep as he could, emptying the load that had built up 
in him. His cock remained deep inside Mom for the longest time, 
filling her with his cum.

Finally he pulled back, his cock wilting only a little, a string 
of cum stretching from the tip to Mom's pussy before breaking and 
dangling from the head of his cock. Mr. Meyer captured it with 
his finger and fed it to Mom. She smiled as she saw it coming to 
her mouth, happy to take it.

She then sat up in front of him, with him on his haunches. Mr. 
Meyer handed her some Kleenex to wipe herself with. She looked at 
them when she had finished wiping, smiled and said something to 
him that we couldn’t hear. She leaned down and took his spermy 
cock in her mouth, sucking it for a short time before kissing the 
tip of it while she held it in the palm of her hand.

He leaned forward and kissed her lips before they both got off 
the bed. They both went into the bathroom. Mom appeared to be 
trying to clean up some more of the cum draining from her pussy. 
It looked like he’d cum a gallon. A few minutes later, they came 
back from the bathroom, and then left the bedroom to rejoin to 
the others.

I immediately thought of Daddy. I knew they did stuff with 
others, but would he approve of what was going on? His wife was 
getting screwed big time, and she was loving every moment of it. 
She'd even started making out with her son while he got a 
blowjob. Did Daddy know she was really like this? Especially 
while she was away from him? Would he approve of what I just 
witnessed?

I thought back to what Mom had said earlier about her marriage 
with Daddy. But was what I had just witnessed covered as well?

"Are you okay, Mel?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

I looked at Peter, "Was she like that when you fucked her?"

"Mel, the guy fucked her with a lamp post."

He didn’t answer my question. It was like he was afraid. I knew 
he fucked her. Just answer the question. But he was always 
skipping that part. It was starting to piss me off, too.

"Have you seen them together before?"

"Pam and I spied on them last year. She looked much the same then 
as now."

"My daddy knew about it?"

"She was sucking your dad's cock while Mr. Meyer was fucking her 
last year."

I scrunched my lips and sighed.

"Mel, I'm sure she has his approval. She told me she tells your 
father everything."

She told Peter that?

"They were so passionate though. They looked like ..."

"Lovers?"

"Well ... yeah. Did you see the way they were kissing?"

"She just fucked him, Mel. It's a swingers’ party. Sure they got 
into it, but sex isn't just about fucking."

We went back to where we could watch inside the family room 
again. Mr. Meyer had apparently found Pam, who was sucking his 
cock. She mostly had to use her tongue since she couldn’t get too 
much into her mouth, even after he’d blown a load into Mom.

Speaking of Mom, she was sitting on the couch with Mrs. Meyer 
kneeling in front of her. She had her face buried in Mom’s pussy.

Both views were pretty hot. I just hoped for Pam’s sake that Mr. 
Meyer didn’t decide he was ready to fuck again. My friend would 
never be the same if he did.

On the floor near Mom, Kari had her face pressed into a man’s 
butt while he was licking her mom’s pussy.

Also on the floor near Mom I saw Jamie on his back. He almost 
looked like he was snoozing. Was he high? His cock sure wasn’t 
snoozing. It stood straight up, rock-hard.

Pam’s father was lying on his back with the woman in her mid-
twenties from earlier riding his cock while Penny was kissing 
her. The woman had her hand buried in Penny’s cunt, finger 
fucking her hard and fast.

It was nice to see that woman being so helpful to a father and 
his daughter like that.

Peter started finger fucking me the same way. My irritation at 
not being included in the party wasn’t gone, but I was very horny 
from watching the orgy. It completely went away for a short while 
when he slipped his cock inside me from behind.

I forgot about the adults inside for a second but not really. As 
Peter thrust into me, I imagined that it was Donkey Dick fucking 
me. I almost felt him stretching my pussy to the limit, going 
into me deep, hurting me. I went off like a rocket, again.

I didn’t even feel Peter’s hand clamping over my mouth.

My knees felt weak, I couldn’t stand up anymore. But Peter hadn’t 
cum yet. He’d already cum in me twice earlier. I didn’t want to 
leave him frustrated after getting me off so good though.

I got down on my knees and Peter pushed inside me from behind 
again. Julie looked left out, so I had her lay on her back so I 
could eat her out. I didn’t taste any cum in her pussy. Poor 
girl. Derek wasn’t doing his job.

After Peter came in me, and Julie had her orgasm, the irritation 
at being excluded returned again.

“You know it totally sucks that we’re not in there, but Pam, 
Jamie and Mike got invited.”

“Maybe next year,” Peter said.

“Fuck next year,” Julie said. “I’m with Mel on this. If Pam is 
old enough to be there, then so are we.”

We then made a pact together. We’d make our own fun. The night 
was young and we’d been left alone by all the adults anyways. I 
also knew someone at the campground that I’d love to get to know 
even better.


(continued in chapter 31)

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