Author: Pookie & KK
Title: Pookie & KK | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 11)
Part: Chapter 11
Universe: Home
Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the 
help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother.
Keywords: ff, fm, Ff, FF, Mf, lolita, incest, voyeur, oral, 
creampie, mast, exhib, spank, light bondage
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Melissa's Secrets
by Pookie & KK

Chapter 11

After Mrs. Clark left my room, I tried to figure out how all of 
her friends figured into what I had discovered. Why did they feel 
they had to talk to me so urgently? Mrs. Clark and I already 
shared enough secrets that could get us both in big trouble. I 
had no reason to keep those secrets while betraying her with a 
new one. 

Had they intended to seduce me? Mrs. Clark insisted they'd just 
come over to talk. Was something else going on that I hadn't 
figured out? They were playing a dangerous game. They both were 
taking some big risks involving their kids. Maybe they had 
started to realize how dangerous I could be.

Did Mrs. Clark tell mom exactly why she needed to talk to me? Mom 
had to know something was going on between me and her friends. 
How could she be so open-minded about all of this? Would Mrs. 
Clark tell mom we had a threesome in the family room? I had to 
figure out a way to find out.

I went downstairs, curious to see what, if anything, mom would 
say to me. I walked into the kitchen and noticed that she was 
getting things out to start supper. Mrs. Clark had already left, 
and mom didn't act like anything was wrong. She obviously wasn't 
upset about anything Mrs. Clark told her.

I got a glass out of the cabinet and fixed something to drink. 
She kept right on preparing supper. She seemed totally 
unconcerned about me. She didn't say anything until I started to 
walk out.

"Melissa, your dad and I will be gone most of Saturday. We may 
not get back until Sunday. Jamie's already spending the night 
off, and I'd rather you not be here alone. See if you can spend 
the night with a friend, or we take you to spend the weekend with 
your grandparents."

"Where are you and dad going?" 

"We're going with some friends to their lake house. If it gets 
very late, we're just going to stay until Sunday."

"Is it some kind of party or something?"

"We're just going to see some friends, hon. I'm sure you'll have 
a lot more fun with your friends."

Mrs. Clark had known my parents had plans for the weekend. Did 
she tell mom about me possibly staying with her? Was this mom's 
way of letting me know that she wasn't going to interfere with me 
staying with the Clarks? Why couldn't I bring myself to ask mom 
about all of this? How do you talk to your mom about having sex 
with her friends? 

"I'll let you know. I might spend the night at Sarah's house."

"That'll be fine. Colleen and Bob aren't planning to go anywhere, 
so they should be home all weekend."

Did mom know Sarah was going to be spending the weekend at her 
grandparents? She knew her mom and dad weren't going anywhere. 
Did Mrs. Clark tell her Sarah wasn't going to be there? Maybe 
Mrs. Clark was hiding some of this from her. That would explain 
why she wasn't so concerned about what I had been doing with her.

"Sarah may already have plans ...," I paused, curious to see if 
mom slip up and say something she wasn't supposed to.

"Just let your dad and I know where you end up staying. As long 
as we know where you'll be, it shouldn't be a problem."

I walked out of the kitchen and stood in the hallway. I just 
stared ahead wondering just what the fuck did mom know about all 
of this! If she knew what I was planning to do, she sure didn't 
care. 

Mom startled me as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.

"Forget what you were about to do?"

"Um, no ... just thinking about something."

"Everything okay, baby?"

"Yeah, just got a lot on my mind."

She hugged me tighter, and put her chin on my shoulder, "I 
remember being your age, and having a lot on my mind too."

"Those were the olden days, mom."

"Well, you know we old people had many of the same things to deal 
with when we were teenagers too."

"You're not old, mom. You know what I mean."

"I know you believe you deal with so many new things that I 
didn't. They really are the same things, just different 
circumstances is all."

Yeah, right. My having sex with mom's friends is not what I'd 
just consider `different circumstances' for anything.

"Melissa, sometimes when you need to make a choice, it's hard to 
know the right thing to do. What's right for you may not be right 
for someone else. You have to consider your choices in each 
situation, and then make the best one you can, sweetie."

"What if I thought you wouldn't like what I chose?"

"As long as you're not hurting yourself or someone else, I'm sure 
I probably could live with your choice."

"But what if I thought I wasn't hurting myself, but you thought I 
was?"

"That's why you're not that much different from us old folks, 
hon. I trust you to make the right decisions. You haven't given 
me any reason not to, yet. I'll let you know when you step over 
the line."

Mom kissed the side of my cheek and walked back into the kitchen. 
I wasn't sure what to make of her last statement. Had she just 
said she was okay with my having sex with her friends? If it was 
my choice? At least she had talked to me, even if I wasn't sure 
what it all really meant.

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Saturday morning was a very anxious time for me. I'd told my mom 
I would be staying at the Clarks, but I never mentioned where 
Sarah would be. She never asked about or mentioned Sarah either. 
This was the second time I would spend the night without Sarah 
being there. Mom and I danced around that fact, or at least I 
did. 

I hung around the house until late afternoon. Jamie had left the 
day before to spending the weekend with his friend. I was kind of 
glad he wasn't around to pester me, so I could think. 

I stayed in my room most of the afternoon. I had some second 
thoughts. At one point, I almost called and said I wasn't coming 
over. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to spend 
the night.

The weirdest part was deciding what to wear. I tried on different 
things to figure out what made me look the cutest. I didn't have 
my cheerleader outfit anymore, but I knew Mr. Clark liked white 
panties. Most of the ones I had were g-strings, but I did have a 
pair of white bikini panties like the ones I wore the last time. 
I figured he would like that again. 

After trying on different things, I decided to wear a boy beaters 
top. He would probably like how I looked in it. I remembered he 
liked when I wasn't wearing a bra, but I figured I better wear 
one until I got over there. My nipples were already hard and 
showing off. 

Mr. Clark stared at me a lot when I was around him wearing jean 
shorts. I liked the way my butt and legs looked while wearing 
them too. I also put some other things in my bag to wear the next 
day.

I called Mrs. Clark and asked when she wanted me to come over. 
She told me I could come over right then if I wanted, and offered 
to drive over to get me. I decided to ride my bike instead. 

After locking up the house, I started riding my bike over to the 
Clark's house. I was startled by a car horn and a friend waving 
from a passing car. After that, I tried to pay more attention to 
what was going on around me. I didn't want to be known as the 
chick that got run over while going to lose her virginity.

As I rode up to the Clark's house, I glanced over at the Rayner's 
house, and wondered if Mrs. Rayner would somehow be spying on us 
tonight. I really didn't think Mrs. Clark would do that to me 
though, not tonight anyways.

I put my bike in the Clark's backyard. Mrs. Clark opened the 
backdoor as I walked up the steps. My heart was beating like 
crazy. 

Mrs. Clark was also checking me out. I started feeling very self-
conscious. I wondered if I was dressed the way she expected. 
After I was inside and she closed the door, I asked, 

"Do you think your husband will like what I'm wearing?"

"Honey, He'll love what you're wearing. I doubt he'll take his 
eyes off you at all tonight, no matter what you're wearing."

I grinned shyly, but felt more at ease when she said that. Still 
standing at the backdoor, I pulled my top over my head, and began 
taking off my bra.

"I know he prefers that I don't wear this," I said, grinning 
devilishly.

Mrs. Clark stepped closer to me, reached out and began playfully 
pinching my already hard nipples. 

"He'll love how these look through that top too."

I stood there letting her play with me. She leaned closer and 
kissed me softly. 

"Are you sure about tonight, sweetie? I want this to be what you 
want. You don't have to do anything with Bob."

"I want it to happen. I've thought about this for a long time. 
I'm sure," I said, nodding.

"Well, let's put your bag up in the bedroom and wait for Bob. 
He's picking up some pizza on the way home."

We walked upstairs together upstairs. It still felt odd that I 
was about to have sex with her husband, with her encouragement 
even. But other odd things had ended up being so much fun. I was 
doing what I wanted. Mrs. Clark wanted it to happen. It was only 
the thought of my parents that really bothered me.

"Bob should be back any time with the pizza," she said, walking 
up to me. "I can tell you're nervous. You can still back out, 
sweetie."

"It's kinda scary, but I'm not going to change my mind."

"I know you're going to enjoy tonight. Pam already took care of 
your cherry with a hairbrush," she said, teasingly.

I looked down and bit my lip, embarrassed. Her hand lifted my 
chin,

"You look so cute when you blush. You don't ever have to feel 
embarrassed around me. Tonight will be much better than a 
hairbrush handle, or my strapon, ever could." 

I couldn't stop blushing though while remembering that afternoon 
with the hairbrush. Pam and I had a lot of fun that day doing new 
things with Sarah and Jamie. Pam had enjoyed it when Jamie fucked 
her. I knew it would be more fun not being a virgin. I was more 
than ready for what we'd planned.

Both of us heard noise from downstairs. Mr. Clark announced that 
he was back with the pizza. We smiled at each other as she took 
my hand, and led me back downstairs.

Mr. Clark turned and stared at me after we walked into the 
kitchen. It was obvious he liked what he saw.

"Hi, Melissa. You ladies get some plates out while I fix the 
drinks."

Mrs. Clark said to me, "You get the plates while I wipe off the 
table."

I walked over to the cabinet and opened it. I looked back toward 
Mr. Clark and caught him staring at my butt. I just smiled at him 
when he noticed me watching him. He then went back to pouring 
soda into glasses for us. I kept staring at him though, checking 
out his butt. He had a nice body. I've always been attracted to 
him. I already knew how sexy he was without his clothes on too.

We sat around the table while we ate. We didn't say anything to 
each other for a short time. I couldn't think of anything to say 
anyways. Mrs. Clark must've realized how awkward I was feeling.

"This kitchen has never been this quiet. I guess we're all a bit 
anxious about tonight." she said.

I just grinned, still not sure what to say.

Mr. Clark said to me, "Is there anything you would like to do 
tonight?"

"I don't know," I said looking between the two of them, not sure 
what he was asking me.

Mrs. Clark put her hand on mine, "Is there something you'd like 
to do? Like, go to a movie or someplace else. You get to do what 
you want tonight."

"Oh," I blushed. "We don't have to go anywhere. We can just hang 
out here."

I looked back at Mr. Clark and noticed him staring at my breasts. 
I glanced down and saw that my nipples were really showing off 
through my top.

"I'd have to put something else on if we did go somewhere," I 
grinned.

"I think we should stay here then," Mr. Clark said, winking at 
me.

Mrs. Clark teased her husband, "Mel hoped you would like what she 
was wearing."

"She looks great in anything she wears," he said.

"Thanks," I said, gazing at him, more sure I wanted him.

We cleaned up after we were through eating. I was putting away 
the dishes when I noticed Mrs. Clark whisper something to her 
husband. She left the kitchen without saying anything to me. I 
stood near the sink for a moment before Mr. Clark stepped closer 
to me.

He took my hand in his and said, "Let's go to the family room for 
a little bit."

I walked beside him to their family room, holding hands. We sat 
together on the couch, and he kept my hand in his.

I asked, "Where is Mrs. Clark?"

"She's went upstairs to give us a little time to talk. Are you 
nervous being alone with me?"

"No. I guess I'm not sure what to do, is all."

"I understand, and it's okay. Colleen wanted us to be alone for a 
little while. She wants to be sure you're comfortable with me."

"I like hanging out with both of you, even though you and I 
haven't been around each other as much."

"I'm sure you're feeling a little awkward. To be honest, so am 
I," he said, turning more to me. "Are you sure you want to do 
this tonight? Things can stop anytime you want."

I was a little surprised he said that. I figured he was just 
anxious to put his cock inside me. His concern seemed very real 
though. It made me feel better too.

"I don't want to stop," I said, feeling more relaxed as we looked 
at each other.

He gently brushed back my hair, moving his hand to touch the side 
of my face.

"Can I kiss you, Melissa?"

I nodded as I looked into his eyes. He leaned to me and softly 
pressed his lips to mine for a few moments before pulling back 
slightly. Again, he pressed his lips to mine, but more 
passionately. I kissed back just as deeply. I felt his tongue 
pushing between my lips. Our kiss became very demanding as he 
held my face with both of his hands, his tongue inside my mouth, 
mine in his. 

He pulled me closer to him. There was absolutely no doubt that I 
wanted him to be my first. His lips left mine. He kissed and 
sucked lightly down my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned as a 
hand lightly touched the side of my breast. His lips left my 
neck, and he touched my cheek. 

"Let's go upstairs."

I nodded. I was ready to go anywhere he wanted. He reached for my 
hand as we stood up. I looked up at him with a burning desire for 
him to kiss me again. He had the same need as he pulled me to him 
and kissed me again for a few moments, his erection pressing into 
me. 

We went upstairs to their bedroom, hand in hand. Standing at the 
door for a moment, I looked into the dimly lit room. The only 
light was coming from a small bedside lamp. 

Mrs. Clark was waiting for us. She joined us beside their bed. 
I'm sure she could tell that I was more than ready. 

She kissed her husband deeply for a few moments. I felt a little 
relief seeing their intimacy, especially after making out with 
him downstairs. He was her husband, after all. I didn't want to 
do anything to make her mad at me. 

She said to me, "As cute as you look in those clothes, I prefer 
you without them." She looked toward him, and before stepping 
away from us, she said, "Let me watch you undress her."

His hands caressed down my sides. They stopped when they touched 
my bare skin below my top. His fingers hooked the bottom, and 
lifted it off me. 

Putting his hands above my hips, He stared at my breasts. He slid 
both hands up to cup underneath them, caressing them softly. 

Mr. Clark stepped back from me, and began taking off his shirt 
off, exposing his handsome chest. I thought about touching him 
the same as he did me, but I was still too nervous.

He again placed his hands on my sides, gently moving up and down, 
touching my skin, and caressing me. He pulled me to him. My hard 
nipples pressed into his body as he kissed me again, while his 
hands moved down my sides and over my shorts, grabbing and 
squeezing my butt cheeks firmly. 

He knelt in front of me and began taking my shoes and socks off. 
Then he slid his hands up my bare legs to the front of my shorts, 
undoing them. He slipped them down and off, leaving me standing 
in my white panties. 

His hands gently caressed my legs again, moving up. My whole body 
tingled when his hand slipped between my legs, touching my 
covered pussy with his fingertips. I was already very wet, and 
his touch made me even more so. He leaned closer and pressed his 
mouth against my panties, kissing my covered clit as his 
fingertips played lower.

He moved his hands to my sides, hooked the top of my panties, and 
pulled them down my legs until I stepped out of them. 

He stood up again before reaching down to take off his own shoes 
and socks. He loosened his belt and undid his pants, letting them 
fall down his legs, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything 
underneath. His erection was so close to my pussy. I wanted it 
closer. 

He took me by my shoulders, and pushed me onto the bed. He joined 
me, moving over my body. His hard cock pressed against my hip 
while he kissed me. He kissed down my neck to the top of my 
chest. One of his hands cupped beneath my breast, gently 
squeezing out to my nipple. 

His lips brushed over the tip for a few moments before taking it 
inside his mouth, gently sucking, licking. He moved to my other 
breast, repeating the same thing. His mouth felt so good. I 
placed a hand on the back of his head, letting him know I didn't 
want him to stop. 

His hand moved down over my stomach, stopping at my pubic hair. 
His mouth trailed down from my nipple, following the same path. 
My legs were each pushed wider apart. I was completely exposed to 
him. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted him to touch me there. 

He continued teasing me though, using his mouth and fingers 
everywhere except where I needed it most. 

He moved so that he was lying between my legs. His hands slid 
under my upper thighs, lifting to expose me even more. I thought 
I was going to explode when his tongue finally touched my 
engorged clit.

My legs shivered as he pressed his mouth over my clit, licking 
and sucking gently. A finger slipped easily inside me. I began 
pushing against his mouth as my orgasm slowly began. He started 
furiously licking my clit. Moments later, I grabbed his head and 
wailed out. My whole body became tense as I came hard against his 
mouth.

I pulled his head away from my pussy when my clit became too 
sensitive. Panting, I glared at his wet mouth as he looked at my 
face. He moved up my body so that his face was above mine. The 
shaft of his hard cock pressed against my mound. His mouth found 
mine, kissing me lustfully.

Neither one of us said a word. I knew this was the moment. I felt 
him moving so his erection was at my entrance. The head of his 
cock felt wonderful touching me. I spread my legs further, 
bending my knees, opening myself more for him. 

He kissed me again and pushed against my opening. I could feel 
the head inside me. He felt so big as he stretched me. I wanted 
all of him. I grabbed his sides, and he lowered himself into me 
until our hips were joined. My pussy had never felt so full. This 
was so much better than anything before.

Slowly, he began to fuck me. He withdrew until only the head was 
inside me, and then thrust back completely again. I squeezed him 
as his pace became faster. His moans told me that I was making 
him feel just as good as he was making me. 

He leaned up a little and glanced down between us, telling me to 
look as well. His wet shaft looked so hot pumping in and out of 
me. He slowed his pace a little. My pussy gripped his cock 
tightly as he withdrew. My lips stretched, pulling at him, 
attempting to keep him inside, disappearing with his shaft as he 
pushed in again.

He looked back up at me and began fucking me with longer, harder 
strokes. I squeezed his shaft tightly. The feeling was 
incredible. I was panting and moaning as he shook my body with 
his thrusts into me. I raised my hips to meet his downward push. 
He began grunting like he does when he orgasms. I wanted his cum 
inside me. 

He thrust hard one last time and held still, stretching me so 
deep. His body was rigid. His cock jerked inside me, filling me 
with his cum. His body was covered in sweat as he strained, 
joined to mine. I hadn't orgasmed, but the feeling was still very 
satisfying.

Still inside me, he laid down against me, kissing the side of my 
face and neck, breathing deeply, his breath warm against my skin. 
He moved his face so I could see it,

"That was incredible. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm very okay," I said, smiling up at him.

I felt the Mrs. Clark moving onto the bed, her face appearing 
close to mine and her husband, "You were beautiful, Melissa. You 
both were beautiful."

I smiled at her. She leaned down and kissed my cheek,

"How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?"

"It feels great. It still does," I said, smiling and looking down 
to where we were still joined. They both looked with me. It was 
so sexy that he wanted to stay inside me.

Mrs. Clark gave her husband a quick kiss, "You were wonderful. I 
could see how much she enjoyed you."

I said to her, "I kinda thought you might have left the room. 
Were you here the whole time?"

She reached to the end of the bed, and brought back the digital 
camera, 

"I was a little busy," she grinned and held up the camera. "I'm 
glad you weren't paying attention to me." She looked at her 
husband, "That's a compliment to you as well."

"I figured you would use the video camera," I said, giggling.

"Oh, I did. But it's over on the dresser," she chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at her and smiled.

She rubbed her husband's back, kissed his cheek, and said, 
"There's something I want to do now for Melissa."  

I looked curiously at her. Mr. Clark seemed to know what was on 
her mind. He gently moved off me, leaving me spread open. She 
took her husband's place between my legs, moving her close to me. 
I was no longer curious.

She raised my thighs slightly, and placed her mouth over my 
opening. Her tongue pushed inside my just fucked pussy. She had 
licked me before, but this was so different. I knew what she 
felt. I'd experienced it a number of times with her. It felt 
better being on the receiving end. 

It was so wicked knowing she was doing this after her husband had 
just filled me with his cum. Her tongue licked me. Her fingers 
fucked me. I grabbed her head as my legs trembled and my pussy 
throbbed. I screamed as I came, holding her tightly to me. 
Pushing myself against her mouth.

I was still coming down from my orgasm when they both moved to 
lie on each side of me. Mr. Clark gently played with my breast as 
Mrs. Clark kissed me with her cum covered mouth. We lay together, 
relaxing, enjoying the moment.

Looking up at the ceiling, I asked no one specific, "Who'll get 
to see the tape?"

Mrs. Clark propped herself with her arm, and said, "No one you 
don't want to see it."

"What about the pictures? Will my parents see any of them, or the 
video?"

"We won't show them to anyone you don't want us to. Is there 
someone you don't want see them?"

They were both still touching and caressing me. My body still 
felt like it was on fire. They were enjoying my body. I was 
enjoying their attention. This was all so wrong in so many ways. 
But, I liked the thought of that. It wasn't wrong for me. Maybe 
that's why I didn't care who saw the pictures, at least for now.

I answered her, "You can show them to your friends. I don't 
mind."

"You're sure, sweetie?"

I nodded and she kissed me again.

"You know you can trust me with them. If you change your mind, 
just tell me." 

"I kinda like the idea of people seeing them ... watching me. It 
turns me on," I said, cutting my eyes at her.

She looked over to her husband, smiled and said to me, "I think 
someone's ready for more."

Mr. Clark was already hard again. I gave Mrs. Clark a devilish 
look and reached for his cock, stroking it gently. She winked and 
said, "You fuck him this time."

She nudged me to move over his body. I straddled his hips and put 
my hands on his firm chest. Mrs. Clark moved behind me, between 
his legs. She took his erection and rubbed the head along my 
lips.

"Sit down on him, sweetie. Slide down his big hard cock."

I softly groaned as I lowered myself until I was sitting on his 
hips. He was completely inside. I remained still, enjoying the 
feeling of being so full again. Mrs. Clark's hand touched where 
we were joined. Mr. Clark reached up and played with my nipples, 
pinching and pulling them nicely.

I moved up and down on him. Looking down between us, I saw just 
how big he looked going inside my little pussy. As I lifted my 
hips, my pussy lips gripped and slid tightly along his rigid wet 
shaft. They disappeared inside me as I lowered. Mrs. Clark was 
taking more pictures, but I stayed focused on the man I was 
fucking.

I looked back at his strained face, and fucked him faster. I rode 
his cock until he came inside me again. He pulled me down against 
him as he grunted and pushed hard into me. His cock throbbed and 
jerked as I tightly squeezed it. 

We stopped for a little while after that. Still naked, we all 
went downstairs to get something to drink and eat. Mr. Clark took 
every opportunity to touch me. He seemed to enjoy playing with my 
butt. After watching him a bit, Mrs. Clark finally jokingly told 
him that my butt was off limits to his cock, for now anyways. I 
was glad she said it, because I hadn't really considered letting 
him do that.

We went back to their bedroom and fool around more. Mrs. Clark 
and I licked and sucked his cock until he was hard again. We took 
turns having sex each other, as well as all of us together. I'd 
thought sex was fun before, but they showed me just how 
incredible it could be. I even took pictures of them together for 
a change. 

It felt wonderful to be able to have sex and not worry about 
someone discovering us. It was fun walking naked around their 
house with them. In the kitchen, Mr. Clark had me lean over the 
stove while he fucked me. Another time, I went down on Mrs. Clark 
as she sat on the counter where she fixed their meals. We had the 
whole evening just to ourselves and we took advantage of it, 
doing whatever we wanted.

Later, we sat around nude in their family room and watched a 
video they had from a night with the Rayners. Before long though, 
we were watching each other masturbate, which I usually only like 
to do alone. I wanted them to watch me get myself off though. 
Watching them play with themselves made it more fun.

When we were all pretty wasted, we went to sleep in their bed 
with me between them. 

Sometime during the night, I woke up when Mr. Clark moved over 
me. He kissed me deeply as he pushing himself in me again. He had 
been mostly gentle with me until then. His thrusts were anything 
but gentle this time. I thought he was going to fuck me through 
their bed. At first, I was surprised how rough he was being, but 
it felt incredible too. It was the first time I came from being 
fucked too. 

I woke up the next morning with him spooning me from behind. I 
turned a little to see if Mrs. Clark was beside him, but she had 
already gotten up. My moving woke him up,

"Good morning, cutie. How was your night?" he said, grinning 
sleepily.

"I had a fun night. How was yours?" I playfully replied.

He reached for my hand, squeezed it, and sincerely asked, "Any 
regrets?"

"No. No regrets."

"I'm glad," he said, as he leaned over to kiss my forehead. 
"Colleen is probably fixing breakfast. She always wakes up early 
no matter how late we're up. Let's go take a quick shower."

The shower was anything but quick. We took our time washing each 
other. He took his time washing me. His touches made my body 
tingle. I loved soaping him up too. His cock felt wonderful in my 
hand as I stroked it. I played with his balls, holding them, 
gently caressing, as I got on my knees and sucked him.

We were drying each other off when Mrs. Clark walked in and 
stared at us. I grinned guiltily before she hugged and kissed me. 

After we got dressed, we went downstairs and ate. Mr. Clark 
continued touching me whenever he could though. I loved the 
attention. It made me feel sexy knowing he liked my body so much. 

After we finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen, Mr. Clark 
got all of us around their computer so we all could check out the 
pictures from the night before. I was surprised they turned out 
so well, considering there was so little light in the room. 

We went into the family room and watched parts of the tape. I 
wondered how many other people they had taped while having sex. 
The tape turned out great. I was surprised how hot we looked 
together, and it made me horny again. They must've felt the same, 
because we ended up having sex again on their couch.

After we cleaned up, I sat in the kitchen talking with Mrs. Clark 
for a while. We talked some about the previous weekend again. She 
told me Mrs. Rayner really panicked after they had left her 
house. She was terrified I would tell someone, especially one of 
her kids. I finally understood why they had come over like they 
did. 

Early in the afternoon, I said goodbye to both of them and rode 
my bike home. I smiled dreamily the entire way home, happy about 
how things had gone. I was so glad I wasn't a virgin any longer, 
but I also wondered what I'd tell Sarah and Pam. How could I 
explain I wasn't a virgin?

When I got home, I saw that my parents had already returned from 
the lake. I saw mom in the kitchen, but I didn't see my dad. 

After I went upstairs and put my bag away. I checked out Jamie's 
room to see if he was back yet, but I didn't see the bag he used 
when spending the night off. 

While standing in his doorway, I considered the idea of letting 
Jamie fuck me. We had already done so much together. Since I 
wasn't a virgin anymore, the excuse I'd been using was gone. I 
didn't think I could tell him I lost my virginity, even though 
he'd already admitted to being with Mrs. Clark. I felt could tell 
him about last night. But, would Mrs. Clark be upset if I did?

After going back downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and saw my 
mom sitting at the table. 

"Hi, sweetie. I didn't hear you come in."

"I just got home," I said, and turned to walk out. 

"Melissa, wait." 

I stopped and turned back to her. She got up and came over to me. 
At first she just stared at me. I held my breath waiting for her 
to say something, but she hugged me instead.

"Are you hungry?"

"No. I ate not long ago," I said, and then wondered if she could 
tell any difference in me. 

She again looked at me curiously for a few moments. I started to 
ask if something was wrong when she kissed my cheek and said, 

"I love you."

"I love you too, mom," I said a little cautiously.

She said, "I'll be gone for a little while. Your dad is 
downstairs in his office. Let him know if you go anywhere."

I was pretty sure where she was going. But after being up so late 
the night before, I didn't feel like trying to follow her. I 
probably could've spied on them if they stayed in the Clark's 
family room. But, how could I listen to them without them knowing 
I was there? 

I decided to just crash in my room for the afternoon and try to 
decide what to tell my friends about my virginity. Losing it to 
Mr. Clark had been the right thing. He had tried to make it 
special for me, and he did make me feel that way. 

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I didn't get to talk to Mrs. Clark during the week. I was curious 
how she would feel about me fucking her husband after some time 
past. I couldn't quite understand how she wasn't jealous about 
her husband being with me to begin with.

Sarah called me on Friday and told me she was spending that night 
at her grandparents, but she wanted me to stay with her on 
Saturday night after she got back. She said she'd call me when 
she got home. So, I didn't plan to do anything Saturday, except 
to just hang out at home until she called. 

Mrs. Clark came over Saturday morning and hung out with mom. I 
tried to listen in on their conversations at times, but it was 
just boring stuff about their friends. I was sure they were being 
careful about what they said when they thought I might be able to 
listen in. 

A few times they went into mom's bedroom and closed the door. But 
each time I tried listening at the door, I couldn't hear anything 
they were saying. I couldn't even tell if they might be fooling 
around or not.

I was in my room when my mom came to the door and said,

"Do you mind helping Colleen take some boxes of old clothes to 
the Goodwill?" 

"I guess. Whose clothes are they?"

"Just some I had put in the attic. Colleen is taking some boxes 
from her house too. Since you're spending the night with Sarah, 
she can just take you back home with her."

I wondered if they had conspired to make some time for me to be 
alone with Mrs. Clark. I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. I liked 
the idea of being with her and maybe Mr. Clark before Sarah got 
home. I was sure we'd talk too.

I quickly got some clothes together and left with Mrs. Clark. It 
didn't take long for us to drop off the boxes, and we were on the 
way to her house.

As we got closer to her house, I asked, "Is Mr. Clark at home?"

"Yes, he is. Why do you ask?" she grinned.

I blushed. She knew exactly why I was asking about him. I wasn't 
sure how or if I should answer her though. 

"Are we going to ... umm ..."

"If you want to, sweetie. In fact, we can do something really fun 
... something new."

"Yeah?"

"You'll see when we get home," she said, mischievously.

We were only moments from their house. So I didn't have much of a 
chance to ask anything else. She parked her car in the driveway, 
and we went inside. I took my bag up to Sarah's room and left it. 
I was starting to feel like this was my other home. I certainly 
no longer felt shy about wandering around. 

Mr. Clark was in his room and called out when he heard me,

"Is that you, Colleen?"

I walked to their bedroom door. 

"It's me. Mrs. Clark is downstairs."

"Hi, sweetie. I wasn't expecting to see you until tonight. 
Sarah's not here yet, is she?"

"No, sir. I rode with your wife to take some boxes off. She told 
my mom I could come on over with her."

He sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him. I walked 
over shyly and sat beside him.

"Are you still okay with what we did last weekend?"

"Yeah. I had a great time. I'm glad we did it," I said, looking 
at him while remembering how good he had made me feel.

"Good then. Do you think you'd like to do that again sometime?"

I nodded and he put his hand on my leg. I was ready for him to do 
anything he wanted with me at that moment.

We heard Mrs. Clark calling my name from the hallway before she 
walked into the bedroom and saw us sitting together.

"You two seem to still be getting along just fine," she said, 
raising her eyebrow.

Mr. Clark said, "We were just talking a little about last 
weekend."

Mrs. Clark came over and sat on my other side, and said, 

"Well, it looks like it's a good talk," she said, smiling and 
looking down at his hand on my bare thigh. 

She then looked back at me, "Remember I said there was something 
fun we could do?"

I nodded with a questioningly stare.

"Have you ever done anything with Sarah or the others while one 
of you were restrained?"

"Do you mean tied up?" 

"More like tied apart, so you can't use your hands or arms."

"We've never done anything like that. I don't know if I'd want 
anyone to do that to me either. Anything could happen, and I 
couldn't stop it."

"It's not as bad as you think, sweetie. I think you would enjoy 
it with Bob and me."

"Maybe, but still ..."

"You know we wouldn't do anything you didn't want. You've always 
had control over what we do, right?"

I nodded.

"You'd still have control over everything. You can stop whatever 
we're doing at any time, even while you're restrained."

"What would happen?"

"Well, when Bob and I do it, he puts a restraint around each of 
my wrists, and then ties them to the bedposts. The restraints 
don't hurt at all. They're very soft and comfortable so you can 
pull your arms some without hurting yourself."

"That sounds okay, I guess. As long as you didn't walk off and 
leave me or something."

"We'd never do that to you. This is meant to be fun, nothing 
else." She said, seriously.

I nodded.

"Sometimes Bob will blindfold me so I never know what he's about 
to do. Then he takes his time doing sexy things to me. If I ever 
want him to stop, I use a safe word that we agree on before we 
start. He stops whatever he's doing, and take the restraints off 
when I say the word."

"That sounds like it would be fun, I guess."

"Sarah won't be home for hours. If you want, we can do it now 
together."

"I guess, sure," I said, getting excited about the idea.

"Let me go check on some things downstairs while Bob gets you 
ready."

She stood up and walked toward the door, turning her head, giving 
me a devilish grin.

I started taking off my clothes while Mr. Clark went to their 
closet and brought out a small box. He told me to lie down in the 
middle of the bed so he could put the restraints around my 
wrists. He tied one to a bedpost before walking around the bed to 
do the other. After he was finished, he asked,

"Are you comfortable?"

"I guess," I said, wiggling my arms and pulling a little.

"I think you'll like this. The feeling of helplessness can be a 
lot of fun when you're with someone you can trust." 

He reached and touch the tip of one of my nipples with a 
fingertip, brushing it teasingly, "How does that feel, not being 
able to stop me."

"It feels kinda ... wild," I said, wondering just what all they 
might do to me like this. 

"So, if I say stop, you'll stop?"

He cupped my breast and gently played with it.

"If you want us to stop, say elephant. Otherwise, we'll just 
ignore any other pleas you make. So, don't say it unless you 
really want things to stop, because we will stop at that exact 
moment and take the restraints off. Everything will end with that 
word."

"That's cool then," I said, feeling more comfortable, and excited 
as well.

Mrs. Clark came back in the bedroom and walked to the foot of the 
bed. 

Staring and smiling at me, she said, "You look like you're 
ready." She looked at Mr. Clark, "Did you explain how we do 
this?"

"Yes. The safe word is elephant."

"I want a few pictures of this," she said, walking over to the 
dresser and picking up their digital camera.

She took some pictures while I blushed. I felt very self-
conscious with my arms spread out like they were. 

She said, "Let's use the blindfold. A big part of the fun is not 
knowing what's about to happen to you."

I wasn't sure I liked that idea, but I didn't say anything. 

She walked over to the closet and brought out a mask that had 
elastic bands to hold it in place. She came over, sat down beside 
me, and put it over my eyes, adjusting the straps to make sure it 
wouldn't slide from over my eyes. When she finished, it was like 
being in a completely dark room.

After she asked me if I was comfortable and ready to start, I 
felt the bed shift as she moved off of it. I listened closely to 
try to make out what they were doing. The first thing I heard was 
the sound of them taking their clothes off. They also said things 
to taunt me a little about being helpless.

The bed bounced a little as one of them got on it near my feet. I 
felt what I assumed was Mr. Clark's hand lightly rub up and down 
each of my legs. He moved his fingers through my pubic hair, 
teasing me. His touch was electric though. My body felt so alive 
as he lightly caressed me. 

His fingertips continued lightly tracing up my body until he was 
touching the bottom of one of my breasts. His fingertips softly 
moved over my flesh, lightly tracing, avoiding my nipple. 

He moved over me so that he was straddling my hips, and began 
teasing both of my breasts the same way. His hard cock pressed 
against my mound, lightly rubbing my clit as he continued teasing 
me with his light touches.

He leaned down closer to me. His lips lightly touched mine. The 
tip of his tongue traced over my lips. He moved his head so he 
could do the same to my ear and neck. My breasts pressed into his 
chest. 

Everything he was doing felt incredible. I wanted more than just 
teasing though, but he continued. I pushed my hip up, grinding 
myself against his cock. He moaned his approval, but he didn't 
show me any mercy, and continued teasing my body.

He moved once more so that he was beside me on the bed, and again 
touched me softly. The head of cock lightly brushed against my 
side. His fingertips softly caressed up and down my body. His 
touch left me for a moment before he lightly brushed the tip of a 
nipple, and then moved to the other. 

When he finally touched my pussy, I was already so wet. While his 
fingertips moved lightly over my opening, he gently took a nipple 
between his lips, softly touching me, licking it. I raised my 
body against his mouth and hand, but he pulled away just enough 
to keep me frustrated.

Mrs. Clark put something around my ankle, and pulled my foot 
toward the bottom corner of the bed. I had thought they were only 
going to restrain my arms. Once she had it secured, she did the 
same with my other ankle. 

My body was completely spread open for them to do anything they 
wanted. I felt totally helpless. I knew I could stop things 
though, but I liked their attention, wanted it.

The mattress shifted as someone got on it near my feet. I felt 
what I assumed was Mrs. Clark's hair lightly brushing the inside 
of my lower thighs. Her lips lightly touched my soft skin, 
kissing slowly up my legs. 

Mr. Clark kept gently licking around my hard nipple. I so wanted 
to grab his head and hold him tighter against me, but the 
restraints did their job. As much as I wanted to participate, I 
had already learned how incredible it felt to be unable to do 
anything.

Mrs. Clark's blew lightly on my clit. Her tongue gently licked my 
outer lips. Gently, she pulled on each with her lips. Only her 
hair, lips and tongue were touching my body.

When I felt the tip of her tongue touch my clit, I desperately 
raised my hips, pushing against her mouth. But she pulled back a 
little, still wanting to tease me. 

Two people were using my body, but both were barely touching me. 
It felt good, but also very frustrating. 

She slid a finger inside me, lightly moving it just enough to 
tease me more. She finally closed her mouth over my clit, licking 
and sucking like I wanted. I moaned and pushed myself against 
her, and she didn't pull back. A second finger began fucking me 
as she furiously licked my hard clit. 

I wailed loudly as my orgasm began. The feeling was more intense 
than I'd ever felt. It seemed like it would never end, and I 
didn't want it to end either. I wanted more of this. 

My whole body became rigid as the feeling became overwhelming. My 
arms pulled at the restraints. I wanted to push Mrs. Clark's head 
from my pussy. I was so sensitive, but I wouldn't say the word. 
She knew I couldn't stand much more, and she relented a little, 
but not enough to allow me to easily come down from my orgasm.

The bed shifted again as Mr. Clark moved off of it. I felt 
someone's breath on my neck. I figured it was Mr. Clark, until a 
woman's voice softly said into my ear,

"Did you enjoy that, Mel?"

Oh my God! 

"Who ... Who's licking me?!" I said, shocked.

"A friend," she simply said.

Whoever it was began to finger me again. I figured it might be 
Mrs. Rayner, but I couldn't tell for sure. 

"Who? Who is it?"

"Someone who thinks you have a sexy body ... someone who wanted 
to make you feel good."

The woman between my legs began kissing and licking my pussy 
again. Why wouldn't Mrs. Clark tell me who the woman was?

"Mel, do you want her to stop? Do you want to say the word?"

The woman moved her hands under my thighs, lifting them as I 
realized my ankles were no longer restrained to the bedposts. Her 
tongue licked below my pussy, moving lower.

"Do you want her to stop, sweetie? She's going to lick your cute 
little butt hole. You can say the word though, and it all ends."

Her lips and tongue caressed near my tight opening. I wanted to 
know who it was!

"Please, tell me who it is. Please?!"

"Only if you say the word, Mel."

Her tongue touched my butt hole. I moaned as she licked and 
pushed at my tight opening. I had to know who it was. But I 
didn't want to say the word, not yet. 

Mrs. Clark straddled my head. I felt her pussy press against my 
mouth. She leaned down and began licking my still sensitive clit. 
The other woman continued to lick my butt. 

Mrs. Clark lustfully said, "Do you want to stop, baby." 

I said nothing.

She sucked my clit between her lips. She knew just how to make me 
tingle all over. I moaned and licked her very wet pussy, wanting 
her to feel as good as I did. 

Mrs. Clark's orgasm started after a few minutes. Her mouth moved 
from my clit when she began moaning. The woman licking my ass 
moved to take Mrs. Clark's place, licking my clit. It didn't take 
long for my next orgasm to overwhelm me as well. 

Mrs. Clark moved from over me, and off the bed. The other woman 
moved across my body so that she was by my side. Her hand 
caressed my breast closest to her. 

The bed shifted again near my feet. I felt a man's body touching 
me, moving between my legs. He raised my butt off the bed and 
slid a pillow beneath it. Then I felt the head of his cock 
sliding up and down, between my pussy lips.

Again, I felt Mrs. Clark's breath on my neck. 

"He wants to fuck you, Mel. His cock is so big and hard. He wants 
to put it inside your little pussy. Do you want him to fuck you, 
sweetie?"

Was it Mr. Clark between my legs?!

"Who's is it? It's Mr. Clark, right?"

"Who do you think it is?"

"I'm not sure," I said, franticly.

"Do you want to stop, hon? Say the word if you want to stop, and 
he won't fuck you. It will all end when you say the word."

I didn't say the word. I didn't want things to end. I wanted to 
know for sure who it was, but I wanted this to never end. Some 
man was about to fuck me. Some woman had just licked my pussy and 
ass, making me cum like crazy. I wanted more.

He pushed his cock deep inside me. His thrusts were urgent. I 
wondered how long he would last. The woman beside me began 
touching my clit. Her hand explored where we were joined, as he 
fucked me forcefully.

He held onto my legs, driving himself hard into me. Mr. Clark had 
fucked me in the middle of the night like that, but I couldn't 
tell if it was him or not. I didn't think Mrs. Clark would let 
someone else fuck me without asking, but she had given me the 
chance to use the safe word to stop it. I still could've said it. 
But he was fucking me so good. His cock was about the same as Mr. 
Clark's, but that didn't mean it was definitely him.

His thrusts became harder and more demanding, but he remained 
quiet. If it wasn't Mr. Clark, would he squirt his cum inside me? 
I knew Mr. Clark was safe. Mrs. Clark wouldn't risk getting me 
pregnant. Would she? I didn't think so. No, she wouldn't.

He slammed hard into my pussy and held still. His cock jerked 
inside me. I'd never felt so full. He held my leg to his mouth, 
softly kissing my calf as he came inside me.

He pulled himself out of my pussy. His cum followed out as well. 
The woman beside me put her fingers at my opening, and played in 
his cum as it flowed out.

The bed shifted again as they all moved off, leaving me lying 
there alone. I could hear people moving around in the room. Then 
I felt someone move on the bed beside me again. Mrs. Clark's lips 
pressed to mine before she removed my blindfold.

As soon as my eyes were uncovered, I looked frantically around 
the room. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. As 
I was able to focus again, I saw Mr. Clark standing beside the 
bed and Mrs. Rayner next to him. Both of them were naked. His 
cock looked spent, and her mouth looked like it had been busy. 

I said to them, "I thought it was probably you guys, but I wasn't 
sure."

Mrs. Rayner moved to sit by Mrs. Clark, and put her hand on my 
stomach, "I wanted to return the favor, remember?" She grinned, 
sliding her hand down over my pussy for a moment.

Mrs. Clark asked me, "How did it feel being helpless, not knowing 
what was going to happen, or even who it might be?"

"It was scary. Unnerving."

"You always had the safe word, hon."

"I didn't want to say it," I grinned, slyly.

"I'm ... we're glad you didn't," she said, with a conspiratorial 
expression as she glanced at the others.

Mrs. Clark and her husband released my wrists. I sat up with 
them, and looked down at my pussy.

"I need to clean up before Sarah gets here," I chuckled. "It 
probably wouldn't be a good thing for me to be full of her dad's 
cum."

Mrs. Clark whispered into my ear, "Are you sure it's Bob's? Are 
you sure you know who the woman was?"

I looked at her incredulously. She just grinned at me and moved 
off the bed. I was sure she was just teasing me. She had to have 
been. Even unrestrained and without a blindfold, I still felt a 
bit unnerved after she said that. 

We all picked up our clothes before going to clean up. I hoped I 
would get a chance to look at the pictures they'd taken. It was 
the only way I'd know for sure who all had been in the room. 

Mrs. Clark took my hand and led me toward their bathroom. As I 
went with her, I glanced toward the dresser where the digital 
camera had been earlier. It wasn't there though. But something I 
hadn't noticed before was ... their video camera.

(continued in chapter 12)

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