Chapter Fifteen

Mrs. Rayner seemed very eager, almost flustered. How was she going to explain what was going on in her back yard? With so many people around, there was no way she could keep me from seeing something. The whole Walcott family was naked, either sun bathing or in the hot tub. Her own kids were all out there naked with the others. She knew Julie gave Pastor Thomas a blowjob, right behind Julie's parents. Of course, she didn't know I was already aware of everything.

"Melissa, lets talk for a minute," she said, taking my hand and walking toward the stairs that led to her bedroom. This was going to be interesting.

Holding my hand, she walked with a real purpose. She obviously didn't want me anywhere near the back of the house, at least not yet.

Walking into her bedroom, she closed the door and led me over to the bed.

"Lets talk for a few minutes," she said, and then didn't say anything for a moment.

I wasn't sure what to expect. Mrs. Clark hadn't been completely truthful about Mrs. Rayner's involvement with her own kids. I guess telling me about a mom going down on her blindfolded daughter wouldn't be the easiest thing to talk about. But, she had told me she would explain things to me when my mom was comfortable with me knowing. My own mom certainly wasn't telling me anything. The wall between us seemed to be getting bigger too. Was Mrs. Rayner going to spill things now? She seemed to be the loose cannon among all of the adults.

"You know the day when Colleen and I were at your house with you ... while your mom was away?"

"Yeah?"

"You remember when we were talking in the bathroom, about what other people do privately being their own business?"

I nodded, remembering how she'd also avoided answering questions about my parents.

"Remember I told you that secrets like ours can't be shared, no matter how much you might want to? That people you care for could get into serious trouble over things that really are hurting no one, and shouldn't be anyone else's business?"

I nodded again. Still not sure what this was leading up to.

"Well, there are some people here with their own secrets. Secrets that could really hurt them. Secrets that aren't hurting anyone though."

She was about to spill things. I looked at her very expectantly.

"Brent and Terri Walcott are here ... with their kids."

"That's cool," acting like that was no big deal.

"Bradley and Doris Thomas are here too. They're all out on the back deck ... along with Pam, Penny and Peter."

I continued to give her a 'so what' look.

"Melissa, they're all naked."

I feigned a shocked look, "Pastor Thomas and his wife are naked with everyone? The Walcotts too?"

"Yes. Melissa, they're nudists. So are the Walcotts."

"You mean like ... they go naked all the time?"

"Yes, but not all the time, of course. Being a church leader makes that a bit difficult."

"Yeah, they would catch hell if the members found out."

"Hell yeah," she laughed softly at the unintended pun. "... and looking for a new profession too."

I nodded. That made sense, but it didn't explain getting a blowjob from a young teen girl. I also knew he had fucked Mrs. Rayner in the past. Penny had told Sarah and Pam about that. Penny supposedly had pictures of her mom fucking him.

"You said the Walcotts were all nudists too ...

I'd never been particularly close to the Walcott kids. We'd spent some time together, but nothing like with Sarah and Pam.

"They are. And for similar reasons, they need to keep it a secret as well. So they all spend time being naked in places where they're not likely to be discovered."

Why hadn't anybody told me about this! I could understand maybe why Mrs. Clark hadn't. She barely told me anything about others. Does Sarah know? Surely Pam knew something about this! Mike was her freakin' boyfriend!

"Makes sense, being teachers and all, but they seem to like to live dangerously."

"We all live dangerously. Everyone has their secrets that can hurt them. Theirs are just more dangerous than most."

"Like ours?"

"Definitely, like ours. Maybe more so, since they could more easily be discovered. At least what we've done together when it comes to sex has been done very privately. However, the world would judge all of us very harshly for the things we've done together."

Maybe its good they didn't tell me. This was a dangerous secret for the Walcott and Thomas families. I could tell she was very concerned about what I thought ... and might say or do with my new knowledge. The secrets kept getting bigger and more dangerous. She and the others were putting a lot of trust in me ... a young teen chick ... to understand the importance and need for keeping secrets safe.

"I won't say anything. You know that. I don't want others knowing about the things I've done."

"I know you understand. You don't have as much to lose as others, but no one wins from revealing any of our secrets."

She was right. The world would come down hard on all the adults. No one was doing anything they didn't want to do though. I knew I could stop being involved in all of this if I wanted. I was choosing to do the things I did. I chose to allow myself to be blindfolded. I knew anything could happen. I didn't think things would go nearly as far as they had, but I wasn't hurt by any of it. I'd enjoyed everything so far, even if it was pretty weird once I found out what was going on.

"So, would you like to come join everyone out back?"

"Naked?"

"If you want. It's up to you."

I pulled my top up and over my head, throwing it on the bed. My bra quickly followed. I smiled at Mrs. Rayner as I stood up to slide my shorts and panties off. The look on her face told me she had something dirty in mind,

"Before we join the others, would you like to have some fun?"

I stepped out of my panties. "I am kinda horny," I confided, blushing a little.

I was more than 'kinda'. I'd been ready to fuck since I'd watched Julie's blowjob.

"Would you like to play a game with me?"

"Sure," curious where this was going.

Mrs. Rayner went over to her closet and came back with a blindfold and restraints. Did they ever play any other kind of games? Strip poker? Spin the bottle? Truth or dare? Anything?

"This was fun the last time at the Clarks. Want to?" she asked, letting the blindfold dangle from her fingertips.

I quickly debated whether to let this happen. Who would end up in the room with me? Would I ever know? My paranoia kicked in as I quickly glanced around for a camera, not seeing one. But once I was blindfolded, anything could happen. I'd never let that stop me before though, and I was curious just how far this might go.

I climbed up on the bed and assumed the position. Mrs. Rayner smiled at my unspoken acceptance of her invitation,

"I know why Colleen adores you so much."

I felt proud, in a perverted way. I had a little bit of a shy side to me, but obviously not when it came to sex. It seemed others appreciated that, even if it might just be for their own benefit.

Mrs. Rayner secured my wrists to the bedposts before putting the blindfold in place. She didn't secure my feet, but I don't think she saw the need to. I was a very willing participant, and she knew it.

"You remember the safe word?"

"Elephant."

"Only say it if you mean it. Otherwise, just enjoy."

It got quiet for a few minutes. She wouldn't actually go get the others, would she?

Finally, I felt the bed shake a little as someone got on it with me. It was difficult to tell if it was an adult or not.

"Someone is very interested in you," Mrs. Rayner said softly into my ear.

I remained quiet. Hands began lightly touching my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs open wider. I didn't fight it. I knew I was obscenely exposed to whoever was on the bed, or in the room.

Fingers lightly brushed through my pubic hair, teasing me, but still giving no clue about who it was. When the fingers began touching my wet slit, I couldn't help but squirm a little.

"You like that. Don't you, sweetie?"

A finger slipped inside of me. Slowly moving around."

"You look so wet, baby. Your horny little pussy is already squishy."

A tongue touched my clit. Two fingers were inside me now. My hips raised to push against them, forcing them further inside.

"Oh yeah, I think you were horny even before you got here."

I groaned, fingers pushing even deeper inside me, lips pulling on my clit. A rough chin against me. It was a man, but which man? Had she gone to get Mr. Walcott or Pastor Thomas ... or both? I also wondered who had followed them back into the room to enjoy the show.

The man's tongue worked its way into my opening, fucking me lovingly. The tongue moved lower, hands moved under my butt, lifting and spreading me open further. The tongue licked along the crack of my ass before focusing on my tight little back hole.

"That looks so good, baby. I bet it feels incredible. I wish I was licking that precious little asshole."

I moaned louder.

Someone grabbed my feet and pulled them back toward and above my body, exposing me even more obscenely. Restraints were put around my ankles. My legs were spread wider. I couldn't move. The image of how I must look made me feel a little embarrassed, but I didn't fight what was happening. The safe word was far from my lips.

More movement on the bed. A hard dick slapped against my cunt. I gasped. It's owner continued spanking my pussy with it. This definitely wasn't Peter; not that he was small or anything. This was a grown man taking advantage of me.

The tip of his cock pressed at my opening, slipping inside me.

"He looks so good inside you, Melissa."

I moaned as he slowly thrust in and out. Mrs. Rayner began playing with my nipples, pulling on them, twisting them nicely.

"His cock is so hard, baby. Can you feel it?"

I moaned that I could. His cock felt incredible in this position. The ridge of its head was scrapping my walls deliciously. I wasn't certain who had fucked me when I was blindfolded before, but I was more than certain this was his first time with me. This cock felt bigger, making me feel fuller than ever.

He pulled out of me. I groaned in protest.

"Patience, baby. We're just getting started," she softly said in my ear.

More movement on the bed. Whispers that I couldn't make out.

A finger touched my butt hole. It felt wet, slippery even. It pushed slowly inside me just a little.

I pulled on my restraints, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Do you want to use the safe word?"

I didn't. Not yet anyway. But I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. The finger pulled out some before pushing inside my ass further.

"What are you going to do?!"

"It's okay, hon. We're not going to hurt you. We're just playing some."

"Go slow," I insisted.

"We'll be gentle. All of us will."

All? How many is 'all'?

I quickly decided I would use the safe word if I felt a cock against my butt hole. There was no way I could take that man's cock in my ass. It was great in my pussy, but no way was I ready to be fucked in my butt by something like that.

The owner of the finger in my butt continued to slowly fucked me. I began to relax as it settled into a steady rhythm. It felt great once I felt more comfortable that a man wasn't going to jam his cock into it. More movement on the bed. A mouth was at my pussy again, licking, probing, making me moan even more. Was it Mrs. Rayner or the man? Was it someone new?

The finger slipped out of my ass. It was replaced at the opening to my butt with something else. Something smooth, but it didn't feel overly large in size. It wasn't a cock though. It must be a vibrator. I hoped it wasn't too big. It pushed where the finger had been, easily slipping inside just a little.

"Have you ever had a vibrator in your sexy little ass, Melissa?" Mrs. Rayner was back by my ear again ... or still by my ear? I wasn't sure if she had moved before or not.

"No."

It slid inside me further. It didn't hurt though. In fact, it felt really good.

"It looks so good fucking that cute little behind."

A hand slapped one of my butt cheeks. Was it Mrs. Rayner?

"I could just eat that little ass of yours."

More movement. A mouth was now nipping and licking where the hand had spanked me. I had no clue as to who exactly was doing what to me. I only knew for sure that it was at least Mrs. Rayner and at least one other person.

A hand spanked my butt again. And again.

"You're such a bad girl," Mrs. Rayner said in my ear after the last slap on my ass.

Another slap, a little harder this time.

"Such a dirty girl ... letting us do such dirty things to you."

Another slap, even harder, causing me to wince and whimper somewhat in protest.

"Don't complain, baby. You've already let us fuck your little pussy ... and use your tight ass. You deserve a little punishment."

Again, my butt cheek was stung. The vibrator, which seemed to be a little thicker than the finger that was in me, was pushed deep inside my ass. I tensed up for a few moments. It wasn't hurting me. In fact, it felt pretty wild to have something that far up my butt. Whoever was fucking me with it got into a good rhythm with it too, pushing it in and out with long slow strokes.

Then there was more movement on the bed. Someone had moved between my legs. A cock rubbed against my pussy again. It wasn't limp either. The vibrator was still fucking my ass.

"Oh, my god," I breathlessly said, as the head of the cock pushed inside me. The vibrator was held still, deep inside my ass. The man's cock was now just as deep inside my pussy. I was getting doubled fucked!

"Oh, my god is right, sweetie," Mrs. Rayner's voice was at my ear again. I wish you could see yourself, but I can't take off the mask.

"It's okay to take it off!" I anxiously offered.

"That's not part of the game, baby. Only the safe word does that, and then everything stops."

I groaned as they fucked me harder. I felt so fucking full. Whoever was fucking my ass wasn't holding back now. The man fucking my pussy was pounding against me hard too.

"Sweetie, I'm playing with my pussy watching this. They're fucking you so good."

My mind registered the confirmation that there were at least two other people in the room with Mrs. Rayner. I hadn't been absolutely sure she wasn't the one using the vibrator.

"I think he's about to come inside you, baby. Do you want him to fill your pussy ... or cum all over you."

I wondered for a moment if I should have him pull out, but it felt too good inside me. I just kept moaning without answering.

The man grunted as he slammed into me, his cock jerking deep inside my cunt. I knew he was filling me with his spunk. I wanted it all.

"Baby, you got a big load."

I could feel it running out of me, and down my ass. The man finally let his cock slip out, and the owner of the vibrator slipped it out of my ass as well. I was certain I looked incredibly obscene with my legs pulled so far back, exposing my asshole and cum filled pussy.

"Such a nice cream pie, baby. I think I'll have a little," Mrs. Rayner said.

There was more movement on the bed. A mouth was soon on my sloppy cunt, licking and slurping loudly. I began to wonder though who was really going down on me. It wouldn't be the first time they tricked someone while blindfolded. I realized it could be any of the ladies or girls there. Heck, it could be Mrs. Clark or someone else for all I knew. Mom could've even gotten here by now! I doubted it was my mom though, not with her 'entertaining' Sarah, as Mrs. Rayner had put it. Whoever it was knew what they were doing though.

After I'd had another orgasm, it seemed as if the game was over. I heard whispering, as well as movement as if someone was getting off the bed. Things got quiet for a few moments before Mrs. Rayner was talking into my ear again,

"Have fun, baby?"

"Yeah, that ... that was wild. I'm starting to get a cramp though ..."

"Hang on, let me take your blindfold off first."

It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. When I could handle the light again, I could see just how obscene I really looked. I could also see someone else standing by the bed. He hadn't been outside with the others before. I felt very self-conscious for the first time since the game started,

"Hi, Melissa."

Mr. Rayner was standing their naked, his cock was limp and covered with cum.

"Hi, Mr. Rayner," I said sheepishly.

I glanced at a grinning Mrs. Rayner. My face must've revealed my shock. She leaned closer to me and asked,

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just didn't expect ..."

Mr. Rayner sat on the bed close to me, placing his hand on my butt cheek, and said,

"Not knowing what is happening, and knowing that anything can happen, is what makes this kind of game all the more fun. You did great, Melissa."

Mrs. Rayner added, "He was downstairs when you got here, sweetie. I thought you might like playing this game with him. I hope that's okay."

"It's fine. I just thought ..."

"... that it was Brent? ... or maybe even Pastor Thomas?"

"Yeah ...."

"Would you mind sometime?" Mr. Rayner asked.

"I'm not sure ... I guess. Pastor Thomas would be really weird though."

Mrs. Rayner replied, "Maybe. It would be a very naughty kind of weird though. I'm not saying he would ... but maybe we'll see sometime, if you want," she said before releasing all of my restraints.

"Maybe," I said, flexing and shaking my arms and legs.

I knew anything was possible when I agreed to do the game, especially with all the people I knew that were close by. I was still rather horny too, but I felt pretty satisfied for the moment. Remembering the last time I'd been at the Rayner's house, I quickly glanced around looking for a hidden camera, not noticing one though.

I picked up my top, panties and shorts to put back on. Mr. Rayner showed his disappointment.

Mr. Rayner looked at his wife with a pouty face, "It's a shame she has to put clothes on."

"It is a shame, isn't it?" she said to her husband, playing along with his feigned disappointment. "Maybe she doesn't," she said to him, before looking at me hopefully.

"Do you think she might be interested in staying?"

Shaking my head at them, I said, "You guys are sillier than I've ever been in my life."

She looked at me cutely, before sitting on the bed beside me.

"Melissa, you really can spend the day with us, if you want."

"Whatever do you mean?" feigning my ignorance of what I knew she meant.

"You know what I mean, Miss Silly," nudging me as we smiled at each other.

"Seriously, hon. Would you like to be a nudist with us ... at least for the rest of the day?"

I looked back and forth between Mr. and Mrs. Rayner. I'd never done anything like this with the Walcott's or Thomas'. Thinking more about it, this really was jumping neck deep into something I wasn't sure I ought to.

"If my parents found out ..."

"I'll smooth it over with your parents. They know the Walcott's and Thomas' are nudists. We're not having an orgy or anything. It's just an afternoon of being outside naked, and enjoying each other's company."

"There's no sex going on?" I asked with a very incredulous tone, looking at both of them standing there, Mr. Rayner's cock still coated with both our juices.

"Well, not blatantly," Mr. Rayner said, chuckling.

"What about Pastor Thomas and his wife?"

"If they want to have sex together, we're not going to stop them," Mrs. Rayner said.

Even she had to realize that was an obvious cop out. The pastor of the church we go to ... when we happen to go anyway ... was out back mingling with everyone ... naked. Nobody had yet told me they were involved in all the sex games going on with the adults, much less what I saw going on with Julie on the deck. Mrs. Rayner knew I'd seen pictures involving the Walcotts, but she had to assume I knew nothing about our pastor and his wife.

"With nobody else?"

She looked at her husband and he just shrugged back.

"I think you know by now not to be surprised at anything that might happen, don't you?

"Yeah," I smirked, then grinned at her.

"So?"

I tossed my clothes back onto the bed, stood up and said, "When in Rome ..."

"The Romans were pretty kinky," Mr. Rayner added, winking at me as we walked out of their bedroom.

******

When we got downstairs, I realized again that I needed to clean up at least a little bit. I was rather squishy sounding while walking, at least I felt squishy.

"I need to ..."

"You do sound a little noisy down there," she grinned at me. "You go on to the bathroom and I'll let everyone know you're going to join us for the day. Just come on out when you're ready."

I would've preferred I didn't go out there alone, but I went ahead on into the bathroom. I'd been in there less than a few minutes when there was a knock on the door.

"I'll be out in a minute," I said, sitting on the toilet letting Mr. Rayner's cum drain from me a little more.

The door suddenly opened a crack. Fucking hell. I'd forgotten to lock the door. Being naked was one thing; I was already somewhat used to adults and kids my age seeing me naked, if not having sex. But, sitting on the toilet was a bit more personal for me, even if I wasn't peeing or pooing.

"Can I come in for a moment?"

It was Mrs. Thomas. Oh shit. I suddenly felt like I needed to poo. She came on in, not waiting for an answer.

"Can we talk for a little bit?"

"Um ... yeah." I said to my pastor's naked wife.

I'm not sure I ever felt so vulnerable in my life. Sitting on the toilet, an adult's cum was still dripping a little from my pussy, and my pastor's wife standing naked in the bathroom with me alone.

Was she about to preach to me about my wicked ways? But then I remembered her offering her husband's cock to suck to a girl almost my age just a short time before. But again, she didn't know I knew that.

I sat there on the toilet with my arms folded, covering my breasts. It seemed like the polite thing to do. Every time I'd seen her before, she was quite formal with the way she presented herself. I guessed that was just what she was used to from having to deal with people, being a pastor's wife. She was not shy, but she wasn't overly direct with people. She was always very pleasant though. She was beautiful woman as well. She was in great shape, as was her husband. I'm sure many in our church had fantasies about seducing her.

She seemed to attempt to try to get people to feel comfortable around her, and avoid ever appearing confrontational. She reminded me a lot of my mom in that way. Maybe that's partly why I felt pretty skittish sitting there in front of her. But again, I was also sitting naked on the toilet, with her just as naked. I had every reason to feel skittish.

"Melissa, we've never had a real chance to talk much," she said after sitting on the edge of the tub directly in front of me.

"No, ma'am."

I figured I better be very polite. I didn't want my mom to get on me later if she found out I wasn't.

"I'm sure you're somewhat shocked at ... well, what you've discovered about my husband and I."

"It's not a big deal if you're nudists. Lots of people are ...," I said, searching for something to say. I was coming up with nothing that didn't sound stupid.

"That's true. A lot of people are nudists. But, not a lot are in the ministry."

I figured I better just shut up and let her talk, and just say "yes, ma'am" and "no, ma'am". I was in over my head.

I nodded. Then remembered my manners, "yes, ma'am".

She finally realized I was extremely nervous.

"I hate I barged in on you like this. I remember being your age, and what it was like when it comes to modesty. I mean, it's pretty rude of me to corner you like this ... on the toilet."

I giggled, and so did she. The mood in the bathroom changed a little.

She stood up, stepped in front of the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror, "If you need to finish up ..."

I took that as my cue to wipe myself good and discretely flush the toilet with Mr. Rayner's cum in it.

I stood up and felt like I needed to pull my panties and shorts up, but then remembered that I was a nudist now. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself.

She slid over a little from the sink, "Here, you can wash up."

At least I had something to do with my hands now other than standing there looking silly. After washing and drying my hands, and making sure my hair didn't look too wild, I stood there wondering what was next.

"Can we talk for a few minutes away from the others?"

"Sure. I mean, yes ma'am."

She walked over to the toilet and put the lid down before sitting down herself. She was no longer between me and the door. I felt a little more at ease, figuring I could at least make an exit if I felt I had to,

She looked at me more softly and said, "Relax, sweetie. You don't have to be so formal with me."

"Okay," smiling for the first time since she'd walked in on me.

"That's better," she smiled in return. "Sit down on the edge of the tub," she pointed to the spot in front of her where she had sat before. Now I had her cornered. She really did know how to make people feel more comfortable around her.

She looked down at the floor for just a moment. She was obviously trying to carefully put together what she was going to say next.

"You've learned a lot about my husband and I today."

I nodded.

"Being naked is very natural. We've enjoyed this lifestyle for years, even back to when we both were in college. It's actually how we met."

"That's cool that you have something you enjoy together."

"Yes, it's something we both enjoy a lot. But, we'd both be looking for other professions if anyone at the church found out. I think you know how big of a scandal that would likely be."

"I promise I won't ever tell anyone."

"I believe you. Most teenagers don't understand how secrets can really effect people, if they're not kept. Many adults don't either, or just enjoy being malicious."

"People can be real butt heads ... uh, sorry."

She laughed, "Yes, they can be real ... assholes."

My smile was huge. I almost laughed.

"Dick heads even." she said.

My mouth flew open at her language.

"Even pastor's wives can have potty mouths sometimes," she poked my leg, grinning at me.

I was feeling more comfortable with her. She'd put down the formal front, and was connecting with me.

"There's something else a pastor's wife can have?"

I looked at her curiously. She leaned closer to me and softly said, "A need to be wild ... sexy ... naughty."

Was she about to seduce me?

"Sometimes a pastor's wife needs to do things ... that a pastor's wife shouldn't."

I continued looking at her. My curiosity had to be obvious. It seemed to give her a level of comfort to continue,

"Sometimes we do things others would condemn us for. You know what I mean?"

"I think so."

"I know you do. I saw you, Melissa."

What?

"I saw you watching us ... spying earlier."

Oh shit. Busted.

"I'm sorry ..."

She put her hand on my leg, "I didn't see you until Julie was sucking Bradley's dick. I just happened to notice you at the corner of the house. Your eyes were staring straight at Julie and what she was doing."

I bit my lip and felt guilty as hell for spying.

"I need to know what you're thinking."

"I'll never tell anyone. I promise."

"I believe you. But, you do understand how what you saw could destroy me and my husband forever?"

She looked like she was almost ready to cry.

I put my hand over the one she still had on my leg, "I swear to you, I'll never tell anyone. Never," I sincerely said.

"You saw me being ... naughty."

"Very," I said, feeling a little bolder.

"Yes, very. Too naughty for my own good ... and my husband's."

"Sometimes I am too."

I wondered if this was what a confessional was like.

"So I've heard from Mrs. Clark."

I blushed, "Then you know I'm no angel either."

"There are definitely no angels here. Naughty doesn't necessarily make a person bad though. Only if naughty hurts people."

"I like naughty," I said somewhat coyly, feeling turned on talking about this with her.

She lowered her voice a little more, "I love naughty."

Her other hand moved to my thigh and began lightly rubbing.

"You were being naughty earlier, weren't you?"

"I shouldn't have spied on you, but it was fun watching ..."

"No, not then," she said, looking toward the ceiling with her eyes for a moment before it dawned on me what she was referring to.

"Oh crap," I softly muttered.

She laughed.

"You watched?!"

"I didn't just watch, sweetie. Somebody had to work the vibrator."

"Shit!" I softly exclaimed.

"You were so beautiful ..."

"Oh gawd ... opps, sorry."

More laughter.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah, it felt great. Wow ..."

"I like a vibrator in my ass sometimes, but I prefer a hard cock more."

"That was my first time."

"I hope we can have some more first times together," she said, her hand sliding between my legs, touching my wet pussy.

"I'd like that," opening my legs for her.

"You are so pretty, Melissa."

"I think ... you're beautiful."

There was a knock at the door, "Melissa, are you still in there?"

It was Mr. Rayner.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second."

"We're out back. Just come on out."

Mrs. Thomas stood up with me. She moved her lips to mine and kissed me softly. It quickly became very passionate though. Her hands moved up and down my flanks, before sliding up to cup my small breasts. She then took my hands with hers, placing them over her larger breasts. She leaned in to kiss me again, holding me to her,

"Maybe we can find some time to play together later."

"I'd like that."

"We'll have to be sneaky though," she said, conspiratorially.

She hadn't mentioned her husband, but I knew he would figure into this eventually.

Before we got to the door, I stopped and said, "Oh, umm ... about earlier, could I see the video of it sometime. It had to be pretty hot with you in it."

I'd caught her off guard.

"How do you know we were recording that?"

I just smiled softly and shrugged, playing coy again.

"You're going to be a lot of fun, missy." she said, accepting that I knew a lot more about things than she'd expected. The camaraderie developing between us was making me like her even more too.

We left the bathroom. Mr. Rayner must've gone back outside. We walked together to the backdoor, much like she had done with her husband and Julie not too long ago. I was suddenly very jealous of Julie ... and that they'd likely had much more time to do things together.

Along the way to the backdoor, she said, "By the way, you looked great in the video at the Clarks."

I bit my bottom lip looking at her. Obviously, she knew more about me than I was aware of.

******

Walking out naked on the deck was just as embarrassing as I figured it'd be, even with Mrs. Thomas leading the way. Everyone else was naked, but they were all looking at me, especially the adults. I'd assumed they had all seen me naked in pictures or videos, but this was the first time I stood in front of most of them without clothes on. Mrs. Rayner whistled her appreciation, which did nothing but make me even more self-conscious. I felt like fresh meat being led to a slaughter.

Mrs. Walcott tactfully said, "Stop it, Maggie. She's nervous enough."

She was really good at keeping things comfortable for everyone.

"She'll get over it," Mrs. Rayner said before standing and moving beside me, putting an arm around my waist. "I'd give anything to be her age again ... especially with what I now know."

Mr. Walcott said to her, "God help your parents."

Apparently, I wasn't the only one that recognized that Mrs. Rayner was more of a wild child than the rest of the adults. I didn't think any of them were nearly as spontaneous when it came to sex as Mrs. Rayner. While not necessarily the ringleader, I'm sure Mrs. Rayner kept things very interesting for everyone when they were all together like this.

I debated getting in the hot tub or just laying out on the deck to get some sun. Pastor Thomas had leaned up to welcome me when I'd come out of the house, but was again sunning himself. I'd have to lay down beside him and Julie if I did the same. That I wasn't comfortable with, not yet anyway.

Deciding that hanging out in the hot tub with the others was the best way to blend in with the crowd, I slipped in sitting next to Pam. Mike was sitting on her other side.

The bubbles from the jets made it impossible to see anything going on below the surface, but with Mike and Pam not moving around much, I was certain their hands were very busy on each other.

Penny announced that she was ready to get out and go inside for awhile. Kari jumped out and followed her. Peter tagged along too. I guess he was hoping they might want to play together with him inside. That left me in the hot tub feeling like the third wheel. Where was Sarah when I needed her? Oh, yeah ... being "entertained' by mom.

"I think it's about time to get the grill started," Mr. Rayner stated.

Mrs. Rayner added, "I better get things ready inside as well." Mrs. Walcott stood to join her. Her husband stood as well, but seemed to recognized he wasn't really needed for anything at the moment. He glanced our way, and then walked toward us. I knew this could get interesting, but I wasn't expecting much to happen with his son also in the hot tub.

Mr. Walcott stepped down into the hot tub and said to me, "Mind if I join you? We seem to be the odd ones out right now."

He was still standing so that his dangling cock and balls were about a foot or so from my face. What was I going to say to him? No? Did I really have a choice that wouldn't make me look rude or stupid?

"Sure."

He situated himself very close to me. Again, there had been no outwardly blatant sex or touching going on since I'd first discovered them. I didn't expect that to change with him beside me either. But I was really curious where this could go. He was an attractive man. He wasn't ripped or anything, but he was in good shape. I should feel lucky that he was interested in me enough to sit by me like he did, but all I felt was nervous. His son was right there. What do I even say to this teacher?

"How's your summer going?" he asked, attempting to start a conversation.

"I'm having fun, but ready for school to start back."

"I remember missing my friends the most. The summer can seem so long after a few months."

"If I was old enough to drive, it'd be different. I can't very well ride my bike everywhere."

"You'll be old enough to drive soon enough. Then your parents will really keep track of you."

"You mean it gets worse? Gawd."

He chuckled, "Yeah, but it's just because they care. Just go with it. You'll have your fun."

He was easier to talk to than I expected. "I guess I can't stay a kid forever, can I?"

"You're definitely growing up ... in very nice ways."

I glanced at Pam and Mike to see if they were listening. They seemed wrapped up in each other.

"Thanks," I replied, shyly. "I wish I was a lot older though. I guess I'll wish the opposite when I get older."

"I doubt it."

I looked at him curiously, "Why?"

"I have more fun now than ever. Teen years were a mess for me. They tend to be for most people. You've heard the saying, 'I wish I knew then what I know now?'"

"You're the teacher. You should know everything. You must know a lot," I said, finally feeling a little bolder.

"I've learned a lot, and I'm still learning."

Acting coy, I asked, "How are you learning things? You just teach."

"I learn by trying new things ... exploring," he said, placing his hand on my thigh. I cut my eyes toward Pam and Mike who were still lost in each other.

He added, "... by trial and error."

I bit my bottom lip.

"That's how I learn what I can get away with," his hand began rubbing, sliding closer to my pussy. "You can't discover new things without exploring."

He definitely was bold, more so than Mr. Clark was with me at the beginning. But he obviously knew I would likely be open to playing with him.

He turned toward me a little, but didn't get any closer. I'm sure it looked like we were just talking if anyone glanced our way. I didn't pull away from his hand either. I could have, and no one would've realized something was wrong. I'm sure his previous 'explorations' with others had taught him what my sitting still likely meant.

"You should take the opportunities you have to explore new things...," He took my hand in his, moving it toward his lap. "... especially while you're young and not tied down." My hand brushed his very hard cock, and he released my hand without making me touch him further. He was leaving things up to me.

"You've got so much ahead of you. High school, college, dating, working, marriage ..."

My fingers wrapped around his shaft. I could feel the veins. He wasn't huge, but he was a handful for me.

I said, "I suppose there is a lot for me to learn about."

I began to slowly stroke his cock. It was so soft, yet so hard in my hand. I felt his fingers touch my breast.

"You just have to feel your way ... the hands on approach."

"Learn by doing? What if you don't know what you're doing?" I added.

"That's when you learn the most ... making mistakes ...," he pinched my nipple hard, causing me to wince in pain.

"... and trying things differently when you do." He began to more tenderly play with my aching nipple.

He took a big chance pinching my nipple so hard. I'd almost screamed. I began working his cock with my hand the way I knew Jamie liked it. He got a faraway look to his eyes. I knew he was getting off on having a young teen girl jerking his cock while he played with her breast. I glanced toward Pam, but they still weren't paying us any attention. Still I turned a little more toward Mr. Walcott to block their view a little better, working my hand around his sizeable cock head.

He grabbed my wrist to stop me, "You have to learn when to back off and let go of things too ... before they get out of control."

I grinned at him big time. "Thanks for the advice," I lightly patted his shaft. "I guess it can be easy to make a real mess of things ... if you don't know when to stop something you're doing for the first time."

"You've always been a smart student," he teased.

Pam and Mike announced they were getting out of the hot tub for awhile. Pam asked me to come inside with them. I stood up to go, while Mr. Walcott remained seated. I'd wondered if he would stand up with a hard on, especially in front of his son. I had no idea how open he was about such things around his kids.

I looked at Mr. Walcott and smiled knowingly, "It was fun talking to you." I looked down toward his lap, "I learned a lot."

"I did too. You're an interesting person," his hand touched my calf, hidden by the bubbles. I think I'll sit here a few more minutes though," he said, winking at me when the others weren't looking.

He made no pretense about not leering at my naked butt as I stepped out.

"Very interesting," he quietly said. I gave him my best fake shocked look, before turning and following Pam and Mike inside.

When we got inside, Mrs. Rayner was just getting off of the phone. She called me over to her, telling Pam I'd join them in a minute.

"I just talked to your mom. Everything is fine for you to stay. Also, We're going to pitch some tents out back shortly. Everyone is going to be camping out here tonight. It's okay for you to stay."

"Cool. I figured mom would flip out, especially daddy."

"They're cool with it."

"They are cool with me camping out ... naked ... with everyone?"

"Melissa, it's not going to be an orgy. We're just camping out naked."

If I spent the night, I wondered if Sarah would stay over at my house. I assumed Jamie was there, but Mrs. Rayner had said my mom was entertaining her.

"Are the Clarks going to be here?"

I'd at least feel like I'd had a confidant if Mrs. Clark were here. I'd also have felt better with Sarah spending the night here too. I could even find out what she knew about the Walcotts being nudists.

"Colleen and Bob are out of town for the night." She paused before adding quietly, "... with some friends."

I'm sure I looked like a lost puppy. Camping out naked with all these adults? Including the church pastor and his wife? After what I'd already done today with some of them? Did my mom have any clue as to the shenanigans that could go on, and already had? Was I ready for something like this with all these people, some I'd barely been around that much other than to hang out with their kids?

"Relax, hon. It really is just camping out. Well, camping out naked. But just camping. Okay?"

I knew I had a silly look on my face as I nodded. I turned wide-eyed away from her to go join Pam and Mike upstairs.

Just camping out?

(continued in chapter 16)