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Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 16)
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 16


The sex that had gone on so far wasn't blatant. No one was doing 
things openly in front of everyone. Maybe this would be just 
camping as Mrs. Rayner said. I wasn't sure how much the Walcotts 
and Rayners’ kids knew of what their parents did together.

Penny was the only one that seemed to be deeply involved, but I 
honestly didn't know what all the Walcotts’ kids were aware of. 
Pam obviously knew more than I did, but that wasn't news to me.

With everyone together, the night could reveal a lot of things. 
Would any of them slip up and give away secrets about my parent's 
involvement?

Kari was in Penny's room with her listening to music and talking. 
Peter was also in there, but he looked more like a third wheel. I 
suspected the girls wouldn't have minded if Peter got lost for a 
while. Penny and Kari were both sixteen. Having a boy almost four 
years younger hanging around probably wasn't their preference.

Penny never seemed to mind having him around if something sexual 
was going on. He was Julie's age though. It would make more sense 
for him to hang out with her, but she was still sunning on the 
deck with Pastor and Mrs. Thomas. I wasn't a good option for him 
so far. I'd mainly been around the adults the little time I'd 
been there.

Without Julie or me to readily hang out with, I was sure Peter 
was hoping something sexual would start between the three of 
them. I slipped on past Penny's room without being noticed.

I found Mike and Pam in her room. They were making out on Pam's 
bed. Mike's erection was getting a lot of attention from Pam's 
hand as they kissed. I stood there and stared for a few moments 
before she noticed me.

"Hey, chica. You just gonna watch?"

"I figured I better wait for an invitation," I said, flouncing 
onto the bed next to Pam.

Mike didn't even attempt to hide his hard cock from me. It's the 
first time he and I had been around each other naked like this. 
He wasn't quite the size of his father, but he was definitely a 
handful for Pam. If he and Pam weren't hooked, I'd have been 
after him.

I suspected they were closer because of the whole nudist thing. 
With all I'd done with the Clarks, I suddenly felt like I'd just 
left a convent. I don't know why I felt so out of place. I was 
off my game. These people were way more experienced than I was. 


I was still uncertain what, if any, rules there were for this 
camping out thing. It was pretty clear that nothing was to be 
blatant, which to me meant you didn't just start having sex in 
front of everyone. But here was Pam stroking Mike's shaft with 
her bedroom door open. But, it was only us kids upstairs, at 
least for the moment.

Pam looked at me and asked, "Surprised?"

Which surprise was Pam referring to? I'd been surprised by quite 
a few things since I'd gotten to her house. Hell, the whole damn 
day had been a surprise for me.

"Well, duh."

I looked back and forth between them. I wanted to ask Pam what 
she knew about all of this, and for how long she knew. I couldn't 
very well do that with Mike here with us though.

Pam seemed to recognize that the two of us needed to talk. 
Looking at Mike, she stated, "Go get us ladies something to 
drink."

"Do I look like the waiter?"

"Yes, you do. Now hurry along, Jeeves."

"Jeeves? Oh, you'll pay for that, Pam."

"Oh, you know you'll get a reward for being a good servant," Pam 
replied. "My homie and I need to talk for a few minutes ... 
alone. And, I'm thirsty. So chop chop."

"Don't do anything before I get back," he said expectantly. I cut 
my eyes at him. I didn't like him thinking I was going to be that 
easy.

Pam smacked his butt before he left, telling him, "We're just 
gonna talk. So, don't hurry back."

I teasingly said, "Yeah, we'll let you know when you're needed 
again, mister."

He didn't seem at all concerned that he still had an erection. I 
wondered if it would go soft before he got downstairs around the 
others.

After Mike left the room, Pam looked at me, "I'm sorry I couldn't 
tell you before."

"What the fuck! You didn't think I should know that the Walcotts 
liked to run around naked? And our pastor and his wife?"

"I was sworn to secrecy,” Pam claimed. “I don't break promises."

I wanted to yell at her. She was supposed to be one of my best 
friends! She knew about Jamie and me. Why couldn't she trust me 
with knowing about this?

Pam could see my frustration, "I really am sorry. I wanted to 
tell you, but then you'd have never trusted me with our secrets."

If she had told me about all of this, could I ever have trusted 
her with not telling others about our secrets?

"Fucking hell! Ugggh!"

I let out a big sigh.

"Isn't it pretty wild though?" she grinned at me.

"How long have you known?"

"For years."

"For years?!" I incredulously exclaimed.

"Since I was probably like nine. My parents like to go to nudist 
campgrounds with them sometimes."

"And you go with them?"

"So do Penny and Peter."

I stared off disbelievingly. How hadn't I ever found out about 
this?!

"Does Sarah know?"

"I don't think so, but Jamie does."

My mouth dropped open. I collapsed onto my back and looked up at 
the ceiling, shaking my head in utter amazement. My own brother 
knew about all of this and never once hinted anything to me about 
it. At least Sarah didn't know. She was going to be just as 
pissed as I was too, especially at Jamie for not telling her.

"Oh, and you can't tell Sarah," she said after leaning over me.

"Seriously?"

"Uh huh,” she replied. “You just can't. You need to let one of 
them tell her.”

"She's our best friend!" I said to Pam, before remembering that I 
was supposed to be one of her best friends.

"I don't like not telling her, like I didn't tell you, but it's 
important."

I remembered what Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Thomas had told me 
earlier. Pam was right. These secrets were dangerous, as well as 
being a pain in the ass.

"Someone needs to tell her,” I seriously said. “She can be 
trusted."

"I know, but I can't just tell them that it's time to tell 
Sarah."

I could, and would. I knew from the video that Sarah had done 
things with the Mr. and Mrs. Walcott. I'd figure a way to let 
them know it was time Sarah knew as well. She may already know. 
She'd already kept things from me about the Walcotts from at 
least as far back as last summer.

She'd also said Jamie knew. How'd he find out? How long had he 
known? Was he included in all this as well? I couldn't recall him 
ever going 'camping' with anyone, but it was possible. Would my 
parents let him do that? Fuck! Did they all go camping together 
with the others while I was left behind at my grandparents or 
something?!

"Earth to Mel."

"Jesus, Pam."

"A lot to think about, huh?"

"I can't believe I didn't know before now."

"Yeah, but now you know for sure I haven't told anyone our 
secrets."

"Yeah, I guess."

"I guess nothing, you little bitch," she said, tickling me.

I sighed again when she stopped, still staring up at the ceiling. 
There was so much to digest.

She asked, "Are we still cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool ... but Gawd!"

"You'll get used to it. It'll be a fun night," she said, with a 
knowing smile.

"With everyone's parents here?" I asked, very curious how she 
would answer.

"Sure, but it's not like we'll do sex stuff in front of them or 
anything. We'll have our own tents to 'sleep' in."

"I'm sure there will be a lot of 'sleeping' going on. Speaking of 
'sleeping' ... are you cool with other girls ... you know ... 
'sleeping' with Mike?"

"I guess. I don't plan to not 'sleep' with other guys. So, I 
won't bitch if he does."

I sat up and looked closely at her.

"So ... if something happens between him and me ..."

"It's cool. Just don't ..."

"I won't go after him, but if he starts something with me ..."

"That's okay."

Like dorks, we shook hands on it. Still, it was frustrating that 
my friends and family were keeping so much from me. Jamie wasn't 
going to get off as easily as Pam had.

Mike came back into the bedroom with cans of soda for us. His 
cock wasn't hard anymore, but it wasn't completely wilted either. 
I wondered if it had gone soft on its own, or if one of the 
adults had assisted while he was downstairs. I'd already been 
sexually involved with a number of them since I'd arrived.

Mike climbed on the bed in front of us.

"Did you girls have fun without me?"

Looking at Pam, I sarcastically replied, "Yes, we had wild crazy 
lesbianic sex while you were downstairs. We'd have won a pornie 
award for most outstanding girlie sex!"

Pam giggled, "He just doesn't want to miss out on any of the 
action."

"I doubt he could keep up with the two of us," I teased.

Mike looked puzzled, "There's no such thing as a pornie award."

Guys can be so dorky sometimes, even the cute ones.

"He does pretty good," she replied, reaching over to fondle his 
quickly hardening dick. I watched as she began stroking him. It 
only took a few moments before he was stiff as a board. Pam let 
go of Mike and turned toward me, reaching to touch my breast. 
Mike just watched. He knew we were going to put on a show for 
him.

She looked at Mike and said, "Do you like her tits?"

"Yeah," Mike replied. He was now grasping and pulling on his 
cock.

"I like playing with ... and sucking her hard nipples."

Pam gently squeezed one.

"We've done it a lot,” she told him. “Do you want to watch?"

Mike more or less grunted that he did. Pam leaned into me so she 
could take the nipple she'd been playing with into her mouth. She 
was making a show out of sucking and licking it.

Mike certainly seemed to enjoy the view. I was definitely 
enjoying her touches. He sat there and stared intently, stroking 
his dick as his girlfriend played with my body.

Pam pushed me onto my back before pulling on my legs so my knees 
were bent and spread further apart. My pussy was again obscenely 
exposed. This was becoming a natural position for me. I wondered 
if either of them could tell I'd been fucked several times 
already that day.

"Do you like her little pussy?"

Mike didn't say anything. His eyes were glued to my cunt.

"I like putting my tongue inside it,” Pam teased him. “Do you 
want to watch?"

He just nodded, still stroking his stiff prick. It was like a 
spell had been cast over him. Were guys really this easy to 
control?

Pam leaned down and flicked her tongue across my clit. She then 
used her fingers to spread me open further. Mike seemed to be in 
a trance as his eyes were locked on what she was doing to my 
pussy.

She then slithered across my body into a sixty-nine position. I 
couldn't see Mike anymore with Pam's butt blocking my view. I did 
feel the bed shake as Mike moved closer to us.

Pam resumed licking and sucking my clit. A finger began exploring 
inside me as well. It felt like it was Mike's. I wasn't sure I 
liked being his entertainment, but I was getting off from Pam's 
attention to my clit.

I wondered if he would eventually replace his finger with his 
cock. I still wasn't certain if Pam would let him do that or not.

Moments later Mike moved behind Pam so that his cock and balls 
were right over my face, just inches from her pussy and my mouth. 
He rubbed the head of it along her slit and then up and down the 
crack of her butt.

Pam continued flicking my clit with her soft wet tongue. It felt 
great, but it was hard to concentrate and get off on what she was 
doing with Mike straddling my head.

Mike looked down at me expectantly. I knew what he wanted to see. 
I began licking along Pam's very wet pussy. Mike took advantage 
of my being trapped like I was by slipping his cock lower so I 
was licking just below the head as well, just along that special 
spot that guys seemed to really like.

I was getting past feeling like I was just his entertainment. I 
wanted to suck his cock. I moved my head so I could lick along 
his shaft a little more. He took the opportunity to slip his dick 
between my lips, sliding over half of it inside my mouth. With my 
head tilted back like it was, it seemed easier to take a lot of 
it without feeling like I was going to gag.

He began to alternate slipping his cock inside Pam a little 
before sliding it back inside my mouth. He was teasing both of 
us. Pam was ready for more though.

Her voice was demanding, "Fuck the hell out of me, Mike!"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, shoving the full length of his shaft 
deep inside her. I went back to working on her clit as best I 
could. Mike's balls were rubbing my nose as I focused on licking 
where they were joined together. With all the bouncing around, I 
had to hold onto Pam tightly to keep my tongue close to her.

They were both grunting and moaning as they fucked. I remembered 
the door was still open, and wondered if we might draw an 
audience. With the intensity of Mike's thrusts, it didn't take 
very long for him to spurt his cum inside Pam. He'd been 
thrusting into her with long hard strokes. I knew he wouldn't 
last long the way he was reacting.

When he came, he held his cock deep inside her. I did my best to 
get Pam off with my tongue. Based on Mike's reaction, it worked, 
too.

"Jesus, Pam. You're squeezing my cock off!"

Pam could only wail as I furiously licked her clit. I held onto 
her tightly as she began grinding against my mouth with Mike 
still embedded inside her.

Mike finally relaxed and let his cock slide out of her. His semen 
came out as well, running down onto my face. A whole lot of it! I 
closed my eyes to keep any from getting into them. His wet cock 
drooped down against my face as well, coating me with both their 
juices even more.

I was still pinned under Pam, and she seemed to enjoy my 
predicament as well, pushing her pussy down against my face even 
more.

"Fucking hell, Mike. You must not have come all week! Where do 
you keep all that stuff?" I protested.

I felt like several guys had jerked off on my head.

"He does cum a lot, doesn't he?"

"I need a frickin' bath now!" I complained.

Pam kept me trapped beneath her. Mike began using my face to wipe 
his cock off.

"You'll pay for that, buster!" I warned, still keeping my eyes 
closed.

Pam got off my face sat next to me. I sat up, but I was still 
afraid to open my eyes with his cum still all around them. I 
heard laughter in the room. It didn't surprise me that we'd drawn 
an audience. I knew I looked really silly.

"Somebody get me a wash cloth!”

Someone finally handed me something wet to wipe my face off with. 
As soon as I could open my eyes, I noticed that all of the kids 
were in the room with me. They were enjoying my predicament. I 
think I heard every cum rag joke ever invented. Penny and Kari 
seemed the most sympathetic, but they were enjoying my dilemma 
just like the rest.

Kari said, "Quit making fun of her."

Her laughing while saying it though didn't really endear her to 
me. She did sit down beside me when the others left the room. 
We'd never been particularly close.

"Don't let them get to you,” Kari said. “I thought you looked 
pretty hot."

"With cum all over my face?"

"Yeah, I like it myself,” she claimed. “I like for guys to cum on 
me."

She wiped a little from a spot on the side of my face, and 
slipped her finger into her mouth, "I like tasting it, too."

"Mike's?"

"Sure, and others’, too," she said, leaning over to give me a 
quick kiss. "You're cute with cum on you. If you want sometime, 
we can hang out together with some of my friends."

She smiled and jumped off the bed to go join the others. I wasn't 
so sure I'd ever want to hang out with Kari, not if this was 
something she liked doing with her friends. Having guys cum all 
over my face was not ever going to be on my 'to do' list.


******


I went to the upstairs bathroom to wash my face off better. I 
didn't want to smell like a cum factory around everyone.

Looking into the mirror, I noticed some of Mike's cum was in my 
hair as well. Fucking hell. After doing my best to clean myself 
up so I didn't look like I'd been used as a jerkoff rag, I went 
back downstairs to join the others.

Walking back out on the deck, I was stunned at who I saw. It was 
my dear brother Jamie! He was talking with Pam and Mike like he 
totally belonged here. What the fuck was he doing here?

I quickly glanced around looking for Sarah, but then remembered 
that Sarah didn't know about the nudist thing. But, where was she 
if she wasn't here?

I stared intently at Jamie as I marched over to him. He saw me 
coming too, and from the look on his face, he knew I wasn't 
happy.

I grabbed his arm, and pulled him off the deck and out into the 
yard so I could talk to him where the others couldn't easily 
overhear.

I punched his shoulder while quietly demanding, "Why the fuck 
didn't you tell me about this!"

"I couldn't tell you!" he exclaimed, trying not to yell at me.

I punch his shoulder again, "You knew about this for a long time, 
but didn't think you could tell me?

Another punch, "Even after sucking your cock all those times!"

I hit him harder, "You couldn't tell your sister ..."

Jamie grabbed my arm to keep me from hitting him again, "I'm 
sorry. Look, I'd have told you if I hadn't promised everyone I 
wouldn't. Everyone could get into a shit load of trouble with 
their jobs and stuff if people found out."

"Damn it, Jamie. I'm your fucking sister. I just let you fuck me 
earlier today. You didn't think you could trust me? For fucks 
sake, our secret is just as dangerous as theirs!"

"I know! But, I've never told anyone about us either."

"That doesn't make any sense. You've got as much to lose as I do 
with our secret! Telling me about ... this ... wouldn't have hurt 
anyone!"

I wasn't sure I was making any sense, but I didn't care. I was 
mad.

"Look, Mel. I also have secrets with other people. Telling 
secrets about others just because you share a secret together is 
dangerous."

I took quick note of his admission to having other secrets.

"So, how long have you known?"

"A few years."

"A fucking few years?!" I punched him again with my other hand.

"Jesus, Mel. Stop hitting me!"

"How did you find out?"

"I can't say."

I growled at him, clenching both my fists, "Okay then, so what 
are you doing here. Where is Sarah?"

"The Clarks came by to see Mom and Dad. They were getting ready 
to take Sarah to her grandparents for the night."

"And you told Mom and Daddy you were coming here ... to hang out 
NAKED with everyone?"

"Mom and Dad know they're nudists,” he said. “It doesn't bother 
them."

"Seriously?!"

"I've gone camping with the Walcotts before. Mom and Dad really 
don't have any problems with it. They've gone camping with them, 
too."

"What the fuck! Where was I during all of this?!"

I punched his shoulder again really hard.

"You were staying with Grandma and Grandpa most of the times."

"Have I got this right? You, Jamie, went camping with Mom and 
Daddy, our parents, to a nudist campground with another family 
... and no one thought anything about me ... except to get me out 
of the way?!"

Jamie glanced toward the deck. Mrs. Rayner was walking over 
toward us.

I looked at him sternly, and quietly growled, "This isn't over, 
dear brother."

"You two okay over here?" Mrs. Rayner asked.

Jamie replied for us, "Yeah, we're just talking."

"Then I'd hate to see you two fighting." Mrs. Rayner looked at 
me, "Don't be mad at your brother."

"I'm not mad ... I just ..."

"I'd also hate to see you when you're mad, dear." she laughed, 
putting her arm around me. I couldn't help but smile a little.

She looked at Jamie and stated, "You make a great punching bag."

I blushed, but this wasn't over with as far as I was concerned. 
Not by a long shot. However, I should've known I was making a 
scene and others would notice.

Mrs. Rayner leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, "Now that you 
know. Let's just have fun."

She hugged me with her arm before leading me back toward the 
deck. I looked back at Jamie again. I think he knew I was still 
very pissed off, but I let it go ... for the time being at least.


******


The men had been setting up the tents while I was upstairs. There 
were five tents in all, one for each adult couple, one for the 
boys, and one for us girls. The tents for the adults were on one 
side of the yard, while the two for us kids were on the other.

The entrances of our tents were situated to face the adults. 
Chairs were setup in the middle of the yard between the tents. 
All we were missing was a campfire, but that wasn't practical in 
a backyard like this.

When everything was ready for supper, the adults ate at the table 
on the deck while the rest of us sat and ate in front of the 
tents.

Peter showed his age by putting his cock in a bun and sticking it 
in my face. I almost bit it, but didn't want to create a scene. 
Penny did put a little mayo on his cock and sucked it for a few 
seconds to show off in front of Kari. I was beginning to feel 
like the mature one out of all of us.

Again, nothing was done blatantly for everyone to watch, but 
everyone seemed to be taking advantage of little opportunities to 
touch or do things to each other. Things were done sneakily, much 
like the blowjob Julie and Mrs. Thomas gave her husband earlier.

As it got later into the evening, I knew that the darkness would 
create more opportunities for things to happen. Jamie was hanging 
close to Penny and Kari. He was staying clear of me. He's smarter 
than he looks sometimes.

Peter all of a sudden seemed to be a little smitten with me. No 
matter where I was during the evening, he wasn't too far away. 
The only other time he and I had been together naked like this 
was the afternoon I caught Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Rayner spying on 
us in this very same backyard. He had fucked Penny and Pam that 
afternoon. I'd sucked his cock on the deck for Mrs. Clark and 
Mrs. Rayner to take pictures of from inside the house.

Speaking of, I made a mental note to ask Mrs. Clark if I could 
see all of those pictures and videos sometime.

I suspected Peter was hoping for a chance to fuck me sometime 
during the night. I wasn't all that crazy about him though. I'd 
prefer it be Mike or his dad if I were going to fuck anyone new. 
Even Pastor Thomas was more appealing, although that would just 
seem too weird. After all I'd done, I wondered why I thought 
anything was weird, but I did.

I also still wasn't certain how Pam would feel about me being 
with Mike. She’d said she’d be cool with it, but I wondered. 
She'd not seemed overly possessive of him so far. I still wasn’t 
convinced that she would like me fucking him.

As for Jamie, I wasn't sure I'd ever let him fuck me again.

I looked at Peter again and sighed. I was getting a little 
depressed.

My thoughts wandered back to Sarah. Watching Penny and Kari 
flirting with Jamie bothered me. I wasn't sure how she'd feel 
about it. It would bother me to know my naked boyfriend was 
getting a lot of attention from two older naked teen chicks. 
Penny and Kari were both pretty. Being older, they were also more 
developed as well. They both knew it, too.

I started to feel like I should do some cock blocking for my best 
friend. I couldn't really blame Jamie though. He'd already been 
with Penny, and I suspected he'd already had sex with Kari also. 
I decided I couldn't be Jamie's chaperone though. Plus, I was 
still really mad at him. The more I looked at him, the angrier I 
got.

Anyway, it wasn't like Sarah would be an angel when Jamie wasn't 
around. I even wondered if Sarah actually went to her 
grandparents, or if she'd ended up staying with my parents for 
the night instead.

I wouldn't put it past the Clarks to pull off something like 
that. For all I knew, Jamie would even go along with it. This 
would be the perfect night to pull off something like that ... 
with me out of the house.

I considered sneaking off and going home to see if she was there, 
but I doubted I could pull it off without getting discovered 
missing, or caught by my parents. If they were downstairs, I 
might be able to spot Sarah without having to sneak into the 
house. 


I decided to just see how the rest of the night went, and if an 
opportunity presented itself. The problem was that I was naked, 
and would need to get dressed without anyone noticing.


******


After supper was over, the men spent most of their time sitting 
on the deck or in the hot tub. The ladies were mostly in the 
house helping Mrs. Rayner clean up, but that was more of an 
excuse for them to gossip without the men around. Or were some of 
them making out with each other in the house? Cleaning up 
couldn’t take that long.

Lanterns and tiki torches had been setup out in the yard in front 
of the tents. As it got darker, the men had drifted to the chairs 
around them. They were getting even more buzzed than before, and 
their talk got more and more risqué as well.

I kept watching Pastor Thomas and his wife, curious just how much 
sinning they would do. All of this was so out of character for 
them, or at least what I'd always thought of them. Obviously they 
had a side to them that was the polar opposite of the impression 
those in our church had of them.

Pastor Thomas looked and acted just like one of the guys while 
they sat around bullshitting with each other. Mrs. Thomas was 
just one of the girls around the other women as they gossiped in 
the kitchen. You’d never guess they were the leaders of a church. 

I'd not forgotten what Pam's sister had told her about the good 
pastor and her mom. But I was never sure if that wasn't just 
something Penny had made up. I was so intrigued by them and their 
involvement in all of this, especially by the pastor's wife.

I was also rather enamored with Mrs. Thomas. She had the best of 
all worlds. She was prim and proper around others, respected by 
the community. But she wasn't afraid to get naughty like everyone 
else, if not naughtier when she had the chance. She carried 
herself so well. Her body was elegant and sexy. Her face and 
smile were addictive.

If I were Mrs. Thomas' age, I'd want her to be my friend. Even 
not being her age, I wanted to hang out with her, but I was still 
also intimidated by her. I couldn't quite completely shake the 
old image I had of her. That old image still made me 
apprehensive. I kept waiting for her to smack me around with a 
bible.

All of the adults began to drink more during the evening. They 
were getting more than a little buzzed, and much more open about 
flirting and touching each other. But, they still tried to keep 
things from getting too blatant.

We kids were playing grab ass with each other as well when out of 
sight of the adults, especially while inside or hidden behind a 
tent. I knew the night would get wilder when everyone settled in. 
I had no illusion that the boys would stay alone in their tent 
either.

A few of the adults were smoking some weed as well, trying to 
hide it from us kids. Penny spotted it right away and I overheard 
her joking with Kari about maybe getting a joint for them to 
smoke together later on. Beer and wine were plentiful. I figured 
it was just a matter of time before some of it came up missing 
and showed up in our tents.

I still felt somewhat out of place. After all I was the new kid 
in all of this. My closest friend was preoccupied with her 
boyfriend. Julie and I really weren't that close as friends. She 
also came across to me now as being more experienced, which she 
obviously was when it came to being a nudist. That made me feel 
awkward around her. Penny and Kari seemed almost inseparable, and 
Jamie was usually not far from them. He was avoiding me as well.

But I wasn't being completely ignored. Peter was constantly 
waging his tail at me, ready to hump my leg if I'd let him. If it 
weren't for him always on my heels, I'd have definitely slipped 
off and gone home, but he was always right there with me.

The sun had completely set when I spotted Mr. Walcott walking 
from the yard onto the deck to get into the hot tub.

I didn't feel like hanging out with the women. They wouldn't talk 
openly around me anyway. So, I decided to go join Mr. Walcott, 
figuring that would also likely cause Peter to find someone else 
to shadow for a while.

"Here we are again," he said as I stepped down into the water.

"Is class back in session?"

"No classes for me during the summer. But I'm available for 
tutoring."

He had a pretty good buzz going.

We were rather secluded from the others in the yard. They 
wouldn't be able to see us unless we stood up. We wouldn't be 
seen unless someone came onto the deck. I was very curious how 
far Mr. Walcott would try to take things with me while no one was 
right there watching us. We'd be easily caught if one of the 
ladies came out of the house, or looked out a window.

I sat down in the tub a few feet away from him. That lasted only 
a few seconds before he slid over closer to me.

"It's easier for us to talk over the noise if we're sitting 
closer."

The jets from the tub weren't that loud. I guess a lame excuse is 
better than none.

"Are you shocked?" he asked, looking out toward the others in the 
yard.

"Very."

"Being naked around others takes a little getting used to at 
first."

"I can't imagine running around naked with my parents,” I said. 
“Your kids really don't mind doing this?"

"They're used to it. It's a little harder for girls when they 
first begin maturing. It's an awkward age with a lot of body 
changes going on."

"You don't mind your daughters being around others though?"

"No more than I mind them being around others with a bikini on. 
In fact, I feel more comfortable when they're naked at a 
campground around other nudists than anywhere else. Being a 
nudist doesn't mean you're advertising for sex. After a while, 
you tend to not even think about everyone being naked."

He had a good point. I'd become quite comfortable with being 
naked around everyone after a few hours. However, the sexual 
tension between everyone was quite apparent just the same. Being 
naked made it a whole lot more convenient for hidden gropes of 
bare flesh. It was probably different at the places they went for 
camping though.

"Don't you worry about ... you know ... getting an erection?"

"Not really. If it happens, it happens. It's natural."

"So you're standing there talking to a lady, and you get a hard-
on, and everyone is cool with that?"

He chuckled, "Well, it's not likely to happen like that, unless 
you're talking about sex or really flirting with each other."

I was intrigued with the idea of being a nudist. It seemed so 
naughty being naked around everyone, but I also understood his 
point about it being very natural.

"Maybe you'd like to go camping with us sometime?"

"I seriously doubt my parents would let me," I said, playing 
ignorant. I was sure he wasn't aware I knew about my parents and 
Jamie already camping out with them in the past.

"Jamie told me earlier that he told you about him and your 
parents camping with us."

Damn that Jamie!

Apparently he could see my frustration with my brother, "I know 
you're discovering a lot of things today. I guess you probably 
feel like you really don't even know the people that are closest 
to you."

"No shit," I said, showing more of my frustration before catching 
myself. "Sorry."

He laughed, "It's okay, Melissa. I completely understand how it 
feels to get blindsided."

He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him, "You're 
at a tough age. For years, your parents have hidden things about 
themselves that you just weren't old enough to really deal with. 
Terri and I brought our kids up as nudists. Your parents enjoy 
the idea, but weren't as comfortable with exposing you and Jamie 
until you were old enough ... if even then. You sort of stumbled 
into it today."

I wasn't sure if Mrs. Thomas had told him I'd discovered it by 
spying on them earlier that day. I figured it would be better to 
just keep my mouth shut about all of that.

"I thought I knew my parents ..."

"We all think we know our parents. We see only the things they 
let us see ... or we see by accident. It's the same with friends 
as well. We only know the things we can actually see. We all have 
things we hide from others for our own reasons. Bradley Thomas is 
hurting no one by being a nudist. The body is a creation of the 
very God his church worships. Yet those same worshipers would 
replace him in a heartbeat if they found out he was hanging out 
naked with people."

Yeah, and they'd toss his butt, too, if they knew he was fucking 
Mrs. Rayner and getting blowjobs from young teen chicks. But 
then, no one was being forced to do anything. So far, I hadn't 
been. I'm sure many would take a different view of things though.

"My parents were naked around your kids?"

"Sure."

"They don't go naked around the house," I said.

"That might change."

Whoa.

He then added, "They likely won't though unless you and Jamie are 
comfortable with the idea."

Hang out with my daddy naked? I've seen him naked. I've seen him 
doing sex stuff with Mom while I spied on them. But sit around 
naked?

"I'm sure you'll have a discussion about it now."

I wasn't so sure about that. My mom seemed to do anything but 
talk about this kind of thing with me. Hell, a man I really only 
knew as the father of friends I hung out with occasionally, was 
having a more open discussion about my family with me than my 
parents ever had. Yeah, he had been one of my teachers, but we 
certainly didn’t talk about hanging out naked with your parents 
in his classroom.

"I doubt it,” I replied. “Mom never said anything about this 
before. She let Mrs. Rayner tell me about the nudist thing when I 
got here."

"Well, you wouldn't have known about us even now ... if you 
hadn't spied on us."

Now I was pissed off at Mrs. Thomas. I never figured her to be a 
rat. What a shame, cause I really liked her.

"Bradley told us that his wife spotted you."

Scratch that. Mrs. Thomas was still cool. The good pastor was on 
my shit list instead.

"I didn't mean to spy. I just thought Pam might be back here is 
all. Instead ..."

He chuckled, "I think the Rayners put a padlock on the side gate 
a little while ago."

Even in the darkness, he could tell I was blushing.

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you joined the party," he said, 
his hand wandering beneath the surface of the water to caress my 
breast.

I reached into his lap and found his hard cock.

"I can tell," I said, grinning as I looked into his face.

We both glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. I wondered if 
anyone might be watching from the house. Mr. Walcott put an arm 
under my thighs, lifted me up, and put me down so that I was 
sitting crossways on his lap. His hard cock was against my thigh.

One hand was alternating between both of my breasts, while his 
other rubbed my back or played with my ass. Unless someone came 
up onto the deck, nobody could really see us that well.

I eventually turned to face him, straddling him so that his cock 
was pressing against my pussy. He glanced around again before 
leaning to suck on each of my nipples. He lifted his head and our 
lips touched. His tongue found mine, and we kissed deeply for a 
short time. His hands were on my butt cheeks, pulling me tighter 
against his hard prick.

"Do you mind if I put it inside you?"

"You don't mind if I'm a virgin?"

"You're not," he stated.

"How do you know?"

"Teachers know everything," he smiled.

"You can fuck me if you tell me how you know."

"I've seen pictures."

I squirmed against his cock, "Just pictures?"

"And a video."

I leaned into him with my hard nipples pressing into his chest, 
grinding more intently against his cock. I said into his ear, 
"With me blindfolded?"

"Yes."

Amazing what you can get from a guy dying to fuck you.

"Fuck me," I said, lifting up so his cock was at my opening, 

I sat down, letting his cock slide deep inside me. I slowly rode 
him while he sucked on my nipples. His hands on my butt felt 
incredible. He had a nice ridge on the head of his cock that 
rubbed so good inside my pussy. I squeezed his cock each time he 
was deep inside me.

I quickly moved off of him at one point when Mrs. Thomas came out 
of the house, and walked across the deck. She just winked at us 
and went on to join the other adults in front of the tents.

Mr. Walcott quickly pulled me back to his lap and was back inside 
me. He began sucking and biting my neck. We both were really into 
it, but I was a little worried that he would leave marks the 
others would notice. Because of that, I pulled back from him 
some, but he pulled me to him again into a deep kiss, pushing up 
into me even harder.

Our tongues were in each other's mouths when I started cumming 
hard, squeezing his cock tightly. I think the pressure I put on 
it caused him to lose control as well. He began thrusting quickly 
up into me while holding my hips with his hands.

If his mouth wasn't over mine, I'm sure everyone would've heard 
me moaning ... maybe him as well. He pushed hard one last time 
and held himself deep inside me. His cock was jerking inside me 
so nicely. I knew he was unloading a whole lot of cum.

As his orgasm subsided, he was breathing hard from all his 
exertions. He had a good workout from fucking me.

"You okay?" I asked.

"More than okay. I've been wanting to do that since ..."

"This afternoon?" I asked.

"Since I first saw the pictures and video of you and Bob."

"Jealous that he beat you to me?"

"Very.”

His hands were gliding up and down my sides, his eyes moving with 
them. I loved the way he was looking at me. He was still inside 
me, too, which felt great.

"No one took any pictures or videos of us," I said.

"Maybe we can fix that sometime?"

"Maybe," I answered, smiling at him.

"You make great pictures. You're a beautiful girl. Your body is 
so slim and sexy. Your tits are perfect."

"I barely have any tits."

"Melissa, they're perfect on you."

I blushed profusely. Even in the hot water he knew I was 
blushing.

"You have the perfect body ... for you."

I hugged him tightly.

I climbed off of his lap and stepped out of the hot tub. Mr. 
Walcott got himself composed before getting out as well. And I 
needed to get cleaned up again. I'd been fucked quite a bit that 
day.

I wondered if I would be dripping cum everywhere all night. It 
was time to head to the bathroom yet again.


******


I sat on the toilet draining cum from my pussy ... again. Maybe 
it was easier to just let guys cum all over my face. It did give 
me a little time to reflect on my most recent fuck.

After wiping myself good, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror 
fixing my hair. When I felt like I was as presentable as I was 
going to be, I just stood there a little longer staring at 
myself.

I thought about how I had been excited about the idea of freely 
having sex without the worry of getting preggers. I remembered 
thinking how I could be a slut, but then I'd be known as a slut. 
I'd fucked at least one boy and two men earlier. I'd been 
blindfolded when one of them fucked me, while his wife and the 
nice church lady used my body as well. I was a slut, but I was 
enjoying it. My pussy tingled at the thought of doing even more.

The night was still young, too. What happened to me taking this 
slow? What would my parents think if they knew? Would it even 
bother them? Would they be anxious to see the highlights of it 
instead? Film at eleven? How fucked up is all of this? Oh well, 
in for a penny ...

A knock at the door caused me to shake my head in disgust. A girl 
can't spend a few moments alone in the bathroom? Everyone was 
always knocking to get inside! At least I'd remembered to lock it 
this time. I ran my hands through my hair quickly and opened the 
door.

"I need to talk to you," Jamie said, pushing his way into the 
bathroom with me, closing the door behind him.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I need you to keep what happens tonight a secret?"

I cocked my head and glared at him.

"I'm serious, Mel. I don't want Sarah ..."

"Wait a second. You want me to keep this a secret? You, who's 
been keeping what's going on here a secret from me for years?!"

I punched his shoulder again.

"Damn it, Mel. That hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt. Like you keeping secrets from me!”

I hit him extra hard this time.

"You were too young ..."

I interrupted, "Don't you fucking say I'm too young to know 
stuff! If you can put your cock in me, I'm fucking old enough to 
know anything going on with my family that involves ... being 
naked!"

"You're not too young now ..."

"The hell I'm not! At least everyone still thinks I am! If I 
hadn't discovered all of this by accident, I'd still be 'too 
young' to know!"

There was another knock at the door.

"Who is it?!" I half yelled.

"I hate to interrupt, but the other bathrooms are occupied," Mrs. 
Thomas politely stated through the door.

Giving Jamie my best angry look, I moved to open the door.

"We're through in here," I said rather curtly to Mrs. Thomas, 
while sternly staring at Jamie.

I then cringed at how that probably came across to her. She'd 
been nothing but polite and nice to me. This was so not like me 
around other adults.

It was obvious to Mrs. Thomas that I was mad at Jamie though. 
She'd likely seen our heated exchange earlier. He slipped out the 
door around me to quickly get away. I started to follow after him 
when she put her hand on my arm.

"Can we talk a moment?"

Oh shit.

I stood there figuring she'd go ahead and use the bathroom while 
I waited outside. Instead, she pulled me inside with her. I 
braced myself for a scolding of biblical proportions.

She moved to the other end of the bathroom. I was between her and 
the door again. I figured she was letting me know she wasn't 
trying to corner me. I leaned against the door ready to make a 
hasty exit if I felt like I needed to though.

"You're not having such a good time, are you?"

"It's not that I'm not having a good time. I'm just ... well ..."

"Pissed off at your brother?"

God it was so strange to hear this woman cussing.

"I guess I'm always a little bit ... you know."

"I know. I also have a brother,” she informed me. “He's four 
years older than I am. He also got to do a lot of things I 
couldn't do when we were younger ... because he was older."

I pursed my lips. I needed no more reminders that I was the 
'baby' of my family. I couldn't unleash on her like I'd done with 
Jamie though. She at least could sympathize with my plight.

I moved from the door and leaned against the counter. I couldn't 
talk and look at her. She still intimidated me a little.

"I hate being the baby of the family."

She stepped over in front of me, turning to face me, "We younger 
sisters have to look out for each other. I'm the baby in my 
family, too."

"I guess you know what it's like then."

"I know exactly what it's like. I remember being so mad at the 
world for being cursed like that. My older brother and sisters 
were off doing stuff while I sat at home."

"Yeah."

"Melissa, it does change as you get older. Being the baby won't 
matter like it does now. In fact, it becomes an advantage later 
on."

"How?"

"You'll likely be the last to graduate, go to a prom, move out of 
the house or go off to college, to get married, and other things. 
It will be a very special time for your parents with it being 
their last child ... and for you as well. Trust me, you'll see 
what I mean."

I sighed deeply. She put her hand on my cheek.

"I know your pain,” she said. “But don't let all that ruin you 
having a good time. You can be mad as hell at Jamie all night, 
but it's hard to have fun when you're angry. Trust me."

She pulled me to her and hugged me. It wasn't meant to be sexual, 
but her very sexy breasts against mine were overwhelming me all 
the same. I wrapped my arms around her, laying my head against 
her, enjoying the touch of our naked bodies.

"Promise me you'll have a good time tonight. Other things will 
sort themselves out in due time," she said.

She pulled back and looked at me, "Okay?"

She knew just what to say to diffuse an awkward situation. I 
could see why she made a great pastor's wife. I was still having 
trouble reconciling the swinging and nudist thing though. She was 
more eloquent and formal than the other women, probably because 
of being a pastor's wife. She had to be. But she was a very 
sexual person beneath that.

I wondered just what she'd been like when she was my age. She 
just seemed to be able to relate to me in such a natural way when 
we'd had moments to talk. I was hoping we could find time to talk 
together sometime soon, even though I wasn't always comfortable 
approaching her.

In other words, I was totally smitten with her.


******


We joined everyone out in the yard. That's where the party seemed 
to be now. It would've been cool to have a campfire. Maybe I 
should go nude camping with the Walcotts sometime.

As the night wore on Mr. Rayner suggested some party games. Mr. 
Walcott suggested a drinking game, but his wife reminded him that 
the kids couldn't join in that type of a game. Mrs. Walcott and 
Mrs. Thomas suggested they pick something everyone could do. Mrs. 
Rayner finally suggested we play Twister.

Twister? Naked? It didn't surprise me that Mrs. Rayner was the 
one to think of that game first.

She ran into the house and came back out minutes later with the 
plastic mat and the spinner. I'd never played the game, but had 
heard about it. I knew this could quickly get very interesting 
with everyone naked.

It wasn't too long before adults and kids were twisted into all 
sorts of weird positions together on the mat. As people collapsed 
on each other, many took liberties to touch each other intimately 
before untangling. In fact, it looked like people were 
intentionally losing their balance just so they could end up in a 
pile together.

It wasn't unusual to see hands touching butts, tits, pussies and 
cocks when that happened, lingering for short times before 
everyone unraveled to start a new game.

The men seem to take opportunities to get into positions so their 
cocks were in some girl's face. That prompted the boys to do the 
same. We girls didn't let them get too far ahead of us. At first, 
Mrs. Walcott and Mrs. Thomas weren't quite as adventurous, but 
they got into it as we kept playing. Mrs. Rayner wasn't shy at 
all about getting her body parts close to anyone's face, or any 
other part of someone else.

Now that I'd been around more of the women in a sexually charged 
situation, I finally concluded Mrs. Rayner was the queen slut. 
Even though I knew very few specifics about my mom's possible 
sluttiness, there was no way she could be as wild as Mrs. Rayner. 


While on the mat, I couldn't always tell who was touching me. I 
didn't complain about any of it though. I was having a blast, as 
was everyone else. Mrs. Thomas winked at me a few times after I'd 
been laughing while pulling myself out of a pile of bodies.

I found that I wasn't nearly as pissed with Jamie anymore. He 
still seemed to avoid getting close to me though. Smart boy. His 
day of reckoning could wait.

Cocks were in various states of hardness. Crinkled hard nipples 
weren't difficult to find either. I was a little surprised though 
that things were getting like this with the kids around. Given 
all the drinking and weed, I suppose I shouldn't have been.

So much for 'just camping out'.

With the only light coming from the lanterns and torches around 
us, hands seemed to wander more freely the longer we played. They 
also lingered longer as well.

At one point, Peter had collapsed on top of his mom. I wasn't 
sure just how that happened without Peter sliding over his mom's 
body after they fell. His erect cock was pressed right against 
her pussy. She wrapped her arms around him, holding her son to 
her tightly for a few moments.

She had to know it was him. She hadn't drunk nearly enough to use 
that as an excuse. He had to know it was his mom he was on the 
verge of fucking. One of the adults said “close call" as Peter 
finally got up. His cock was still rock hard.

With nobody objecting as things went along, the touching became 
more and more blatant while people were on the mat. None of us 
girls shied away from rubbing ourselves against anyone close to 
us.

The guys were the same with their dicks. But still, it was just 
touching. There was no sex beyond a rub or feel of the people 
within contact of each other on the mat. A quick grab and squeeze 
of a cock or tit didn't come across as being out of line either.

Once after collapsing, I ended up with a hard cock between my 
tits. The owner of it was Pastor Thomas. I suddenly felt very 
awkward. He apparently had ended up straddling me while trying to 
get up. My pastor's aroused prick was lying on my chest for all 
to see. He didn't immediately move either. If anything, he leaned 
down some so his cock and balls would slide against me more.

After he got off me, I remembered the blowjob Julie gave him 
earlier in the afternoon. I was sure he probably wished he 
could've just slid it up a little further so I could do the same.

As the game kept going on, I dumbly asked, "How do we know who 
wins?"

The adults laughed a little. Mrs. Rayner said, "I don't think 
we're keeping score, sweetie."

"Does anyone actually lose playing Twister?" Mrs. Thomas asked, 
looking at her husband's hard-on.

He actually looked embarrassed for the first time since I'd been 
there. His wife reached out to fondle his dick a little to tease 
him even more.

I just couldn't get the image of him standing up at his pulpit 
out of my head. Now I would always picture him standing there 
with a hard-on. Church was never going to be the same for me. I 
thought about asking my parents about going to church more 
regularly. What a great way to get people interested in going to 
church!

No one was getting tired of playing. The longer we played, more 
people wanted to play at the same time. With so many people 
playing at once, opportunities for cocks and pussies ending up in 
faces became more frequent.

One time after we'd collapsed, Penny and I were almost side by 
side with her dad more or less on top of us. His cock was against 
her face, right at her mouth. My face was close to hers and his 
cock as well.

Penny brazenly licked along his shaft while looking at me, 
smiling as if daring me to top her stunt. I just stared at her 
with my mouth hanging open. That just seemed to encourage her to 
do it again. Her dad wasn't in a hurry to move either. Did he 
think it was me licking his dick?

As the game went on, I enjoyed stretching my body so that I was 
touching anyone that I could, as did most everyone else. On a few 
occasions, I felt a finger slip inside me. It would only stay 
inside my pussy for a moment though.

One of the times Mrs. Thomas and I were in close proximity on the 
mat, she seemed to make a point of brushing her pussy along my 
leg as she moved to a new position. She would give me a knowing 
look whenever she could. As far as I was concerned, she could rub 
herself on me anytime.

At one point I noticed Mr. Rayner standing off a bit away from us 
with a camera. I hadn't noticed anyone with a video camera 
before. He was standing far enough away so that he could get 
everyone included. I wondered just what my parents would think of 
this 'just camping out' with me involved. Would they, especially 
my mom, want to see the video more because Jamie and I were in 
it? It wasn't sex, although there was a lot of stuff going on. 
There were certainly a lot of naked bodies contorted together in 
some very interesting poses.

Then I wondered just why I was so concerned about my parents. I 
knew they had sex sometimes with other people. They apparently 
weren't above doing what I was doing. So, why should I care what 
they thought? They could very well be having sex together with 
Sarah at that very moment.

How was I going to find out though? The night was still young. 
I'd find a way.


(continued in chapter 17)

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