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Somehow, I was nominated to be the chaperone for a trip to the beach for our church's teen ministry. I teach their Sunday morning class and we dive into all the topics of temptation for our teens. I am a forty year old married woman. My husband and I have no children, probably because I am an educator for first graders at the local private christian school. I have endured the chaos that these youngsters create and do not have any desire to bring the chaos home with me. I asked my husband to join me on this trip. He is not a practicing Christian and that was obvious in his answer to my invitation. He said most assertively, "HELL NO"!

It was a hot sweltering August Sunday afternoon, when we loaded the church bus and headed south to the Gulf of Mexico. There were twelve teens (five boys and seven girls) that were aboard the bus. One of the Deacons of the church; Jon had been lassoed into this trip as well. He is a mild mannered 45 year old man. He has always been polite to me. I just love his wife. She is a living doll. The bus driver was a young man that had gotten himself into a little trouble with the law. He had just graduated from our "Weed-Free program. He always smelled of cigarettes and he found it hard to keep his vocabulary G rated. About two and a half hours into the trip. we stopped at a rest area on I-65 near Birmingham Alabama. Trey our bus driver jumped out of the bus practically before it stopped and lit up a Marlboro. He exclaimed, "This is the best fuckin' cigarette I have ever had...maybe even better than weed"! I noticed as the teens filed off the bus that a few of them had paired up. I told Jon we were going to have to watch those couples. He agreed.

We pulled into our Panama City Beach condo at around seven PM. We assigned rooms. The boys were in two adjoining rooms and the girls were in three rooms. One of the girls rooms did not open to the others so I chose to stay in that one. Everyone unpacked and settled in. The kids just wanted to hit the pool. I was starving! I walked across the street with Jon and we ordered six pizzas. When we returned, I loaded a plate with two slices and a glass of tea. I went out on the balcony. Jon followed me out with his plate. We began counting heads. They were all there, but just as I had suspected, a few of them had become couples. There was some handholding and some kissing, but nothing that needed intervention. After dark, the kids finally came back up to our rooms. Jon and I fed them. They all showered and headed for bed. I went outside to enjoy the breeze and the sound of the surf. Jon was on his balcony as well. Jon motioned me to come join him on his balcony. I walked over to his condo and he let me in. We went out on the balcony. Jon reached into his pocket and produced two 500 ML bottles of wine. He gave me one and opened the other. We sat and talked and sipped wine until late. I finally headed back to my room. I could hear the girls giggling in the bedroom. I listened in. They were talking about sex. One of the girls told the rest she had done it and it wasn't bad. They begged her to tell them about it and she did, very graphically, I might add. I was too tired and a bit warm from the wine, so I let it go and went to bed.

The next morning we got all of the teens fed and they begged to go down to the beach. Jon caved first and let them all go. Some of the girls were a little too provocatively dressed. One was blessed with large breasts and her top was barely covering her nipples. And another was actually wearing a thong. I mentioned to them that they may draw unwanted attention dressed like that. They just laughed at me. All twelve baled out of the condo and headed across the dune to the beach. Jon and I watched where they set up camp. It was close enough so that we could watch from the balcony. Jon asked if I was going down to the beach? I told him I didn't know if my swimwear was conservative enough for our church teens. Jon suggested that I go try it on and let him judge whether or not it was appropriate. I trusted his deaconship. I went to my room and put on my bikini. My top covered my nipples, but they stuck out like first grade pencil erasers through the fabric. I lucked in the mirror at my bikini bottoms. I was embarrassed that I hadn't taken care of my bikini area. I grabbed my bag and went into the restroom and shaved my pubic area completely bare I put the bottoms back on and it looked good. I went back over to Jon's balcony. I stood before him like a nervous model. I slowly spun around. Jon told me I looked fine for a church beach trip. Jon reached into his baggy leg pockets and produced another two mini bottles of wine. We watched the kids from the balcony and sipped wine. Later, after we had fed the kid's lunch, they all headed back down to the beach. I performed a headcount and two were missing. I walked into to my condo. No one there. I walked into the next condo and I heard whimpering in the bedroom. I tiptoed down the hall and found a young man and young woman doing the nasty. From the sound she was making, I knew it was her first time. I contemplated barging in on them, but I began to think about how that would mar her sex life from now on. I walked away. I confronted her after they had finished. I gave her a condom and read her some bible verses about promiscuity.

I left the young lady to herself to think about her actions. I walked back over to Jon's balcony. I informed him of what had just happened. He sat silent in deep thought. He broke his silence by placing his hand on my shoulder. He said, "You did the right thing." Jon produced another two bottles from his cargo pockets. I reacted without thinking. I asked,"What else to you have in those pants"? I blushed, Jon remained silent. We watched kids and sipped wine. At suppertime, the kids came back to the room. I was flush with about four bottles of wine inside. Jon's speech was slurred. He asked the oldest teen to take the group to supper. He gave him the church credit card.The kids all loaded the bus and left. Jon and I returned to the balcony. We shouldn't have, but we drank another bottle of wine. Jon said he needed to get rid of some wine and winked. He staggered to his feet. I reached and steadied him. He put his arm around my neck and I escorted him t o the bathroom. Jon kept meas his crutch as he unzipped his pants and released his penis from it's confines. I watched him pee. The sound made me immediately get the urge to go. When Jon finished, I leaned him against the wall and dropped my bikini bottoms to the floor. I barely made it to the toilet seat before I started peeing. I finished and stood up. I noticed Jon was gazing at me. We went back out to the balcony. Jon placed his hand on my shoulder. This turned into a shoulder rub. I leaned over the balcony railing as Jon massaged my back. I was relaxed and drunk. I didn't even flinch when Jon 's hands wandered under my arms and cupped my breasts. He gently massaged my nipples. I could feel his penis against my bottom. Just then, the condo door flew open and all the kids had returned. I sent them all to showers and to bed. In five minutes, we were alone again. We opened another bottle of wine and refreshed our buzz. I know it was wrong, but I needed this. Jon's member awoke as he pressed me into the balcony railing. I bent further over. Jon slid the crotch of my bikini to the side. I heard his zipper and then felt the head of his penis press into my vagina. Jon's cock was large in girth. It filled up my hole. Jon slid ever so slowly in and out of me. My juices flowed down my leg. We slow fucked over the rail for nearly an hour. I asked Jon to fill me with his seed. In moments Jon erupted. I was filled with cum When Jon withdrew, a stream of cum dripped from my vagina. Jon and I gathered ourselves up and entered the condo. There sat Trey the bus driver. Trey laughed and mumbled something about a nice porno. Jon and I both shh'd Trey. We offered him whatever he wanted to keep quiet about what he had witnessed. Trey finally spoke up. He said all would be forgotten if he could have a little roll in the hay with me. I shook my head against my better judgement. Jon, Trey, and I went into his bedroom and locked the door. Trey shucked off his clothes. He undressed me and pushed me back onto the bed. Jon watched as Trey buried his head in my crotch and cleaned me up from Jon's sex. Trey had an extremely large uncut penis. I nearly cried out when Trey loaded my hole and began power fucking me. Trey didn't last very long. He sprayed his cum on my belly then got up and walked out. I was upset. Jon consoled me the best he could. Before long, we were getting amorous again. I sucked Jon's cock until he spewed cum . I swallowed it all. I finally went back to my room. I heard the sounds of sex in the teen's rooms. I didn't care anymore . I went to bed.

The next morning, I lined all the kids up at breakfast. Like a bold faced hypocrite, I scolded them for their behavior. I asked them to raise their hands if they had done something they weren't suppose to. Every hand went straight up. I yelled, "Clean Slate"! Today is a new day. Please act like you have been forgiven and have been saved. They filed out to the beach for the day. Jon and I went to his room and made love until lunch time. We left the next morning without having the teens misbehaving.

WE have all been home a week now. I haven't heard a negative word about the trip from the kids or the parents. Jon and I have our own personal bible study in his office twice a week. Our spouses say they can see a big change in both of us.

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