Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa’s Secrets (Chapter 11)
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


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 father 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’ll take you to spend the weekend 
with your grandparents.”

“Where are you and Daddy 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,” Mom said. “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 said. “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 would slip up and say something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Just let your father and I know where you end up staying,” she 
casually said. “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,” she told me. “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,” she squeezed me in her arms. “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.

I walked back up into my bedroom, when I noticed another light 
cramping in my tummy. I went to the bathroom and pulled down my 
shorts and panties. My period had started.


******


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 spend the weekend with his friend. I was kind of 
glad he wasn’t around to pester me, so I could think.

My parents had already left in the middle of the afternoon. 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 ... especially since I wasn’t bleeding anymore.

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.

“Any problems with your period, Mel?”

I shook my head. “I’m not even using a tampon since lunchtime.” I 
grinned. “It was cutting it close, though.”

"Well, Melissa, you are absolutely priceless. And I’m glad that 
there is nothing in the way.” She smiled at me. “I’m sure we will 
all have a wonderful time tonight. Well, let’s put your bag up in 
the bedroom and wait for Bob. He’s picking up some steaks on the 
way home.”

We walked upstairs together. 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,” 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,” she said, adoringly. “You 
don’t ever have to feel embarrassed around me. Tonight will be 
much better than a hairbrush handle, or my strap-on, 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. We smiled at each other as she took my hand, and led 
me back downstairs.

Mr. Clark went out back to prepare the steaks, while his wife 
made a salad just the way I like. Mr. Clark turned and stared at 
me as I walked outside to join him at the grill. It was obvious 
he liked what he saw.

I stopped about halfway and twirled around, showing off. I 
stopped so that he could check me out from behind. I looked back 
over my shoulder toward Mr. Clark and caught him staring at my 
butt. I just smiled at him when he noticed me watching. I then 
turned around and walked over close to him.

“You look so cute in that top,” he said, staring at my breasts.

“I wore it for you,” I bashfully replied.

He stepped to me and kissed my forehead. I looked up at him. God, 
he was so handsome. Then he surprised me when he leaned into me 
and kissed my lips softly. I blushed, and then quickly looked 
around.

“Don’t worry. No one can see us over the fence,” he assured me.

While it was a wooden fence, it wasn’t quite as tall as the 
Rayners fence. It seemed to do the job of keeping nosey neighbors 
from seeing everything.

He then went back to tending to the steaks on the grill. 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.

I then boldly stood right next to him. He put his arm around my 
shoulders, pulling me against him. He was making me feel like his 
girl.

After the steaks were ready, we joined Mrs. Clark in the house. 
She had the table already prepared for us.

We sat around the table and ate. Afterward, Mrs. Clark brought 
out some of my favorite ice cream for dessert. A girl should lose 
her virginity more than once if she got treated special like 
this. But, of course, this was a rather unusual way to lose your 
virginity.

As we ate our dessert, 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 beginning to feel.

“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 
is wearing.”

“She looks great in anything she wears,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, gazing at him, more sure than ever that 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 went upstairs to give us a little time to talk. Are you 
nervous being alone with me?”

“No,” I said. “I guess I’m not sure what to do, is all.”

“I understand, and it’s okay,” he gently said. “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 wrapped an arm around his head 
pulling him close. I closed my eyes and moaned as a hand lightly 
touched the side of my breast and then fully covered first one 
then the other, squeezing them and rubbing lightly over my 
sensitive nipples.

His other hand gently caressed my thighs. I spread my legs a 
little and his hand moved between them to cup my mound through my 
shorts. He rubbed my pussy and I felt myself getting very wet. 
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 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 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 them to open 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 pushed 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 so I could watch better. 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 lay 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 his cock still in my cunt.

“That was incredible. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m very okay,” I said, smiling up at him.

I felt 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 slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy and gently 
moved off me, leaving me spread open. She took her husband’s 
place between my legs, moving her face close to my pussy. 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. Her mouth sucked most of her husband’s cum out of me. 
I grabbed her head as my legs trembled and my pussy throbbed. I 
screamed as I came, holding her tightly to me and pushing myself 
against her mouth.

I was still coming down from my orgasm when they both moved to 
lie on either 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 video?”

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,” she stated. 
“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?” she asked.

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 I came again. This one was really intense. I knew 
I was moaning loudly too.

He pulled me down against him, holding his cock deep inside me. I 
squeezed it with my pussy, and he moaned in appreciation. He 
hadn’t cum again yet, but I was a little wasted from my orgasm.

We stopped for a little while after that. Still naked, we all 
went downstairs to get something to drink and eat. I was dripping 
a little cum still, and Mrs. Clark handed me a towel to wipe 
between my legs. 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 fooled around more. Mrs. Clark 
and I licked and sucked his cock until he was hard again. We took 
turns having sex with 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 from behind. 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. There were so many wet spots. We all had 
one to lie in.

Sometime during the night, I woke up when Mr. Clark moved over 
me. He kissed me deeply as he pushing himself into 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. 


******


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. 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.

Mr. Clark was drying me off when Mrs. Clark walked in and stared 
at us. I grinned guiltily before she hugged and kissed me.

We got dressed, 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 video. It 
turned out great. I wondered how many other people they had video 
of while having sex. 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.

All of us had to shower again. Afterwards I sat in the kitchen 
talking with Mrs. Clark for a while. We talked some about the 
previous Tuesday 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.

Before I left, Mr. Clark handed me some printouts of pictures 
from Tuesday. He said they were some of the highlights. He also 
gave me some from the previous night. Those were more special, at 
least to me. He promised to put the video on a disc for me real 
soon too. I figured I wouldn’t be the only one to get a copy.


******


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 Daddy.

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

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 to Mr. Clark, 
even though he’d already admitted to having been with Mrs. Clark.

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

“Hi, sweetie,” she said. “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.

“I’ll be gone for a little while,” she told me. “Your father 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 Clarks 
family room, but I wouldn’t be able to hear them talking.

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.


(continued in chapter 12)
 
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