“Okay, calm down,” I said, mainly addressing the two new kids I was watching. As their babysitter, it was my job to entertain them, as well as to keep amused the three energetic children I usually watched. “Let's play spin-the-bottle…”
I was met with dead silence.
They were all young, from 8-years-old to a very mature 11-year-old, two girls and three boys, and had obviously never heard of the game. I had five pairs of bright eyes looking to me expectantly, two from the couch and three from the floor, all of them uncertain what I was talking about.
“It's a kissing game,” I continued.
At that, the three Armbruster kids I always sat for burst out with, “Yes! A kissing game!”
They knew exactly what that really meant.
A naked sex game.
At 15-years-old in the 9th-grade at St. Katherine's Academy, I was the babysitter of choice in our well-to-do neighborhood. I was a straight-A honor student, a volunteer at the local YWCA for troubled preteen girls, and a slender bouncy cheerleader with long blonde hair and solid, very grown-up breasts.
My all-around reputation was as a 'goody-goody' girl.
“Laura Ann, you're the sweetest little angel we know,” more than one set of parents told me. “We never thought we'd find such a responsible teenage girl, one we'd let watch our precious children.”
Or something like that. 'Responsible' was the key word.
At least, that's what everybody thought. It was the big reason I was so popular in that particular occupation. I'd been a babysitter for well over twenty families.
Parents knew me, trusted me, and always hired me.
In reality, I was a little bisexual slut, putting out since I was a horny 9-year-old. And even at that young age, I was so attuned to the needs of my overly-sensitive clitoris that I'd do pretty much anything to satisfy myself.
Secretly, of course.
I'd been on birth control since I turned 12.
I'd also been enthusiastically fucked by many of the fathers. Including my own. He and my uncle taught me a game they called 'hide the pickle' when I made it obvious I was more than willing-I'd often flash both of them in my shorty summer robe whenever my mother wasn't home.
To this day, she still had no idea I was doing them both.
I'd also done mutual oral sex with at least five of the good-looking 30-something mothers, two of them usually at the same time. They'd had that secret little next-door lesbian thing going on, and they'd eagerly invited me into it one afternoon.
“Laura Ann, we need to show you something,” one of them said to me, nervously, to which I'd smiled brightly. “In the bedroom.”
The drapes were all closed, her husband and kids weren't home, and she was in a gauzy see-through wrap with a push-up bra, a garter belt and nylons in the middle of the day. I could also see the other mom through the half-open bedroom doorway, naked from the waist down on the bed and pleasuring herself with a big plug-in massager pressed against her cunt.
I realized something good was going on.
“We'll pay you double the regular babysitter rate, but it's a big secret. So you have to promise you'll never tell…”
“I promise,” I said, biting at my lower lip.
“You can just watch, if you want,” she added, seeing where my pale blue eyes were looking. “It's up to you.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I want to do it, too.”
I was an innocent-looking little 12-year-old at the time, but somehow they knew I'd already developed an insatiable taste for pussy. I'd then shown them they weren't wrong, even licking into their hot assholes once we all got going.
Fun, fun, fun.
As for my babysitting, starting three years earlier, I'd used it as an opportunity for sexual adventures, teaching the children I watched everything they wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask.
Or didn't even know to ask.
“I'm sorry I peed in your mouth,” one little 7-year-old boy said to me, almost in tears at his offense. “It felt too good to stop.”
“It wasn't pee, Alan,” I told him, my fingers gently holding his stiff little cock. “It's called cum. I wanted you to squirt it into my mouth.”
“Oh. Okay.”
It was around 10:00 p.m. and I'd earlier put his younger sister and older brother to bed, sneaking Alan back out into the family room when it was obvious the other two had fallen asleep.
I'd taken his pajamas down, both of us on the couch, and I'd sucked his skinny little dick for a very long time. A young boy's first ejaculation was a lengthy process, but both of us loved every second of it. At his age, there was no actual sperm in his cum but that just meant it tasted a lot better.
And was mostly clear instead of white.
“So it felt too good to stop?” I asked, after, knowing it well.
“It made me all shaky,” he said earnestly. “And so much came out.”
“It really did,” I told him. “That's why I sucked you so long-I knew you'd come a lot, that I could swallow. It was fun for me, too.”
“Good.”
Throughout it all, he'd sat back watching me in wide-eyed amazement as I'd given him his first blow job. I'd even licked his tiny hairless balls all over, sucking them gently into my mouth, my very experienced hand jacking him off the entire time.
“Does it still feel good?” I'd asked him, repeatedly, sucking the smooth unblemished head of his little penis wetly in and out of my mouth. I'd learned that felt even better to most boys than sucking the entire shaft. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, Laura Ann,” he'd said. “I never felt anything like this before.”
When he finally ejaculated, after several false starts with his rigid little erection jerking in my mouth (as if signaling to me he was ready), his clear sweet-tasting cum filled my mouth to almost overflowing.
It spurted out in short erratic jets, one after the other.
“Ohhh, Laura Ann!” he gasped, his 7-year-old muscles going taut. “My boner's squirting!”
I'd taught him that word, boner, and had him sitting with his bare ass on my free hand, his narrow buttocks tightening up when he came. My fingertips were lightly touching his puckered asshole, more like teasing at it, but I wasn't about to startle him by sticking a finger all the way up his butt.
Not yet, at least.
His small cock filled my mouth with warm liquid as quickly as I swallowed it, the boy trembling uncontrollably as it did so. I was wildly trembling as well, so insanely excited at the perverted act I was performing that my heartbeat was pounding away loudly in my ears.
My cunt was dripping wet, filling my panties with moisture, and I knew it would take very little attention down there for me to come as well.
“Alan, your boner's getting soft now,” I told him, after I sat back up. “Do you want me to make it hard again for you?”
He looked to me, then smiled widely.
“Sure.”
But then I had another thought, an even better one.
“Do you think your brother would like it, too?” I wanted to know. The boy in the bedroom sleeping was a healthy-looking 9-year-old. “If you and I went in, quietly woke him up and brought him out here?”
Alan looked to me a long moment, as if thoughtfully considering it, then finally nodded.
“I'll bet,” he said. “Are you going to use your mouth on both of us?”
I shook my head, then stood up and slipped down my shorts and panties as he stared. “No, we're going to use my pussy this time,” I told him. “I want to teach you both about fucking…”
That was two years ago.
I'd invented many games since I'd started babysitting, fun games full of youthful laughter that started out innocently enough but soon involved kissing, flashing, feeling-up, bare-assed spanking, oral sex, anal sex, and mutual masturbation followed by fucking.
Not too surprisingly, every kid always went along with me.
Especially the Armbruster kids.
Patricia, a beautiful redheaded little 8-year-old, and her two older fair-haired brothers, Alan, now at 9 (yes, that Alan), and John, who was now 11 (and who, with Alan, fucked my brains out that first time we woke him up), were the three kids I liked watching the best.
Like I mentioned, it'd been two years since I'd first been hired by their unsuspecting folks and we'd had many fun adventures in that time.
Sexual adventures.
With enough lubrication, young red-haired Patricia could take Alan's 9-year-old penis or even John's thicker and longer penis completely into her asshole. This was usually while she was on her hands and knees.
And while her brothers took turns fucking her in the ass, I usually licked and sucked on her hairless little cunt from below.
She always came so hard, and sometimes so loudly, she often had to stick her face into a pillow to muffle it. Patricia was a little 8-year-old screamer. Her sharp moans and groans as her brothers eagerly fucked her sweet bottom were even louder than my own when they fucked me.
And, yes, both boys fucked me every time I babysat them.
Both John and Alan routinely fucked me in my cunt and straight up my ass at the same time, a so-called sandwich. Enjoying a cock in each of my holes was something my father and my uncle taught me long ago.
And licking Patricia's sweet little cunt while they energetically fucked the shit out of me was another nice bonus. Of course, she always returned the favor, usually sticking her entire face into my pussy, and licking me from my clit to my asshole.
Babysitting for me was about a lot more than the money.
Anyway, they three of them always loved it when I turned regular games into naked sex games. And many of those games took place in their huge walk-in hall coat closet, so I figured our two new young guests would love it, too.
And I was right.
Even 9-year-old Sharon, a super-cute skinny little brunette in designer jeans and an expensive tee-shirt (who'd been a regular bitch to me up until then), looked excited at the possibilities.
But it seemed she still didn't like me much.
She and her 8-year-old brother, Tony, dark-haired and skinny as well, were spending the night. Both sets of parents were away at an overnight event together in another city. This wouldn't be the first time I'd been trusted to watch the kids overnight, but it was the first time I was watching my two new charges.
Overt jealously was a big part of her problem.
“Are you going to play?” she wanted to know, with an annoyed sideways look to little Patricia, one of her best friends. “Like kissing the boys, too?”
I just gave her a big smile.
“We need at least six to play,” I lied. “It's the rules. An even number of boys and girls. But, you're much cuter than me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine.”
That got at least a tiny smile from her.
She really wasn't cuter than me, but she was plenty cute enough and I wanted her to relax. It was the middle of summer, a hot night, and I was in stretchy shorts and a halter top that did little to hide my firm young breasts. In fact, my pink nipples were already swollen and pointy with the anticipation of what I knew would be coming.
A lot of exciting underaged sex.
Both John and Alan, and even little Tony, were taking sneaky looks at my jiggling tits, and at the crotch of my tight shorts, but I acted as if I hadn't even noticed. The two older boys had been talking to the younger boy, I knew, pointing out my good parts, getting him into the mood for what they also knew was coming soon enough.
A simple game of spin-the-bottle turning into a night of fucking.
I'd already let both boys and their little sister know I wanted to be the very first to suck 8-year-old Tony's cock; I wanted to always be remembered as the first girl to ever make him ejaculate.
Fun, fun, fun.
And I'd picked that particular game because I could tell Sharon was excited at the prospect of kissing, especially with my oldest charge. Her schoolgirl crush on John (now a handsome 11-year-old with blond hair and bright blue eyes) was more than evident to me.
I could see her covertly glancing at him whenever she thought I wasn't looking.
Sharon didn't know it, of course, but that slender boy had fucked me so hard, and so many times over the last two years, I was almost in love with him myself. Almost but not quite. And I'd also sucked many mouthfuls of hot cum out of his stiff young cock.
Countless mouthfuls, actually.
I knew that fact would anger Sharon, so I wisely paid no special attention to the boy, acting as if 11-year-old John was just another goofy kid to me.
“But first, you all need to get ready for bed or in your pajamas,” I told them. “It's already late.”
When they all ran off laughing to brush their teeth and change, I took out the vibrator I'd brought from home. It was a black monster about 10” long with a big round bumpy head, a thick ribbed shaft and the speed control on the base.
Then I sat cross-legged on the floor until they all came back into the room.
It was the middle of summer, so the two young girls, Patricia and Sharon, were in lightweight short pajamas, their skinny bare arms and legs well-tanned and smooth-looking. The youngest boy, Tony, was in a set of brightly-colored super-hero pajamas but I smiled to myself at what John and his kid brother Alan were wearing: just standard white kids' briefs, with the cross-patch in front to pee out of.
“You're in just your underwear!” Sharon said, surprised.
John looked down at himself.
Even though he didn't have an erection, the bulge in the front of his white briefs was unmistakable and the dark-haired girl's eyes were clearly fixed upon it. A scant moment later, she purposely looked away.
“They cover as much as your pajamas,” he told her. “They're like shorts.”
“They're underpants,” she insisted. But she was smiling. “Fine, I just won't look.”
I gave them all a moment to settle down.
“All of you sit in a circle,” I told them. “Do boy-girl, boy-girl, so it's even.”
“How do you play?” Sharon wanted to know. “I think I've heard of it, but I'm not sure. And what kind of bottle do we use?”
But here's where I surprised them.
I held up the vibrator, then turned it on, to give them all a listen at full speed. The excitement in the room was electric, at least from the three kids I'd been with so many times before.
I turned it off, saving the batteries for later.
“Whoa!” little Patricia laughed. “This should be a lot of fun!”
“I think so, too,” I said. “We'll use it instead of a bottle.”
But 9-year-old Sharon gave us each a weird look.
“What is it?” she wanted to know, confused. She reached out for the vibrator. “Is it some kind of toy?”
I handed it to her and she and her brother Tony took their time examining it. She turned it on, feeling the vibrations increasing as she twisted the speed control on the base. Then she turned it back off.
“I don't get it,” she admitted.
“Let me show you,” Patricia said, and took the older girl's free hand in her own. “Let's go into the hall closet…”
That got her a surprised look.
“Why?”
“You'll see,” Patricia said. “It's fun, though.”
So with Sharon still looking confused, Patricia took the vibrator out of her hand and led her into the hall coat closet. She sat her down on the carpeted floor, under all the coats hanging along both sides, then turned on the small night-light plugged into the single outlet.
“Close the door,” she asked me.
So I did.
I looked to each of the three boys, only 8-year-old Tony still not understanding what was going on. He looked to each of the other two, John and Alan, who just laughed and high-fived each other.
Then they high-fived little Tony as well.
“Do you want to see Laura Ann's bare tits?” John asked him, laughing as he said it. “She'll show you if you ask her…”
Tony looked startled, acutely embarrassed even, so I cut in, “Tony, it's okay. It's just part of the spin-the-bottle game. Do you want to see them now, or wait until we all start playing?”
He swallowed hard at this new and shocking information, then nodded slowly.
“Now's okay,” he said. Bravely. “I'll look.”
So I pulled up my halter top, freeing my bare boobs so that they burst into view for the little boy, his young eyes riveted to them. I squeezed them for him, holding them out so that my nipples turned even a darker shade of pink.
“Do you want to touch them?” I asked, to which he nodded again. “Go ahead.”
And, while his 9-year-old sister learned what a vibrator was from 8-year-old Patricia, Tony tentatively touched my bare tits and tweaked at my ripe nipples with both hands. The rising excitement in his pajamas was clearly evident.
He was getting a boner for us all to see.
But, as much as I wanted to squeeze it or just pop it right into my mouth, I decided to wait until the game got started in earnest before following through.
“Who wants to listen at the closet door?” I laughed, to which all three of them nodded eagerly. I pulled my top back into place. “Shhh, let's not make any noise.”
So, with all of us silently pressing our ears to the coat closet door, we heard the vibrator doing its thing, vibrating with a low hum, and we heard little Patricia tell newcomer Sharon, “Spread your legs a little more.”
“Ohhh!” Sharon was moaning, experiencing her first time ever with a sex toy between her legs. “That really does feel good!”
“Do you want me to do it inside your pajamas?” we all heard.
“Okay.”
And then, a moment later, Sharon's moans grew even more pronounced, her breathing coming hard and even faster than before.
“Told you,” Patricia said. “It's better than my fingers, isn't it?”
Okay. Maybe I should've already mentioned that.
One of the reasons I was so bold with the newcomer kids was that Patricia and Sharon were friends and so often spent the night together. As Patricia informed me, perfect little Sharon was always eager for a night of mutual fingerfucking, both of them coming again and again, that particular activity taught to Sharon a year or so ago by the younger girl.
Of course, that same activity was taught to the younger girl a couple of years earlier, by me.
What goes around, I guess.
In the coat closet, a lot of heavy breathing on Sharon's part took place, followed by her admitting, “God, it's way better! Uhhhh! It feels too good to believe! Ohhh! You're going to make me come…”
I knocked on the door.
“Come on, kids, it's time to play the game.”
“Just one more minute,” Patricia called out, and I heard the vibrator being turned up to its full speed. “And then we'll be right out.”
“Okay.”
So I took the other kids back into the family room and put them all in a circle on the carpet in front of the couch.
A minute or so later, when the two girls came out of the closet, Sharon looked overheated and flustered. Her fine brunette hair was mussed and damply sticking to her smooth young forehead in spots. She was still breathing somewhat unevenly and she had the faintest wet spot on the crotch of her pajama bottoms.
Patricia held up the vibrator with a secret little smile to me and nodded. Her older girlfriend had definitely had an orgasm. Her first with a sex toy.
I took the vibrator and added both girls to the circle sitting in front of the couch. It was boy-girl, boy-girl, as I'd said, first me, with my back to the couch, then to my left, Tony, then Patricia, then Alan, then Sharon, and finally John, on my right, who Sharon was still pretending not to be glancing sideways at (but was).
“What are the rules?” she wanted to know.
She seemed to have recovered nicely.
I put the big black vibrator into the middle of our circle. And then I brought out the white kitchen timer I'd taken from the kitchen. They all looked at it with open curiosity but waited for me to explain.
“Each of us spins the vibrator,” I told them all. “And has to kiss whoever it points to, okay?”
To which they each nodded. So far, so good.
“You have to keep track, though,” I went on. “The first time that person gets kissed, it's just a quick kiss. The second time, it's until at least a count of five. The third time, to a count of ten. And so on. And we all count for you.”
I could see they were all getting very interested in the rules.
“What if a boy lands on a boy?” Alan wanted to know. “We don't have to kiss, do we?”
“No,” I shook my head. “But that's where it gets interesting. If a boy lands on a boy, he spins again and both those boys have to kiss the first girl it lands on.”
“At the same time?” Sharon asked.
“Yes,” I told her. “At the same time, and for as long as it takes.”
Patricia raised her hand.
“What if a girl lands on a girl?” she wanted to know, with a sly sideways look at Sharon. I happened to know the two girls had kissed many times while playing 'finger-fun' with each other. “Do we go until we land on a boy, too?”
I gave it a quick thought.
Patricia had already kissed Sharon, I knew, and I'd French kissed 8-year-old Patricia a great many times in our sexual adventures, but I realized it'd be more fun to have two or more girls kissing the same boy instead of each other.
So I nodded.
“Right,” I said. “The same rules.”
“So…” little Patricia asked, ”…when do we turn on the vibrator?”
To which they all looked to me.
“Right, the vibrator,” I continued. “Instead of kissing whoever you land on for the five, ten or whatever seconds, any one of us can pick up the vibrator, turn it on and touch the person they land on with it for the same amount of time.”
Sharon held up her hand as if back in school.
“Touch them where?” she wanted to know.
I gave her a knowing little look.
“In any spot they choose,” I said. “It's up to the person spinning.”
That gave them something to think about for several silent moments. And then John asked, “Does it have to be out here? The kissing, even? What if we want it to be more…private?”
And he gave me a glance towards the hall closet. And then he looked to Sharon, beside him, who immediately looked away. And seemed to actually be blushing.
“Good question,” I nodded. “Anyone spinning can take the person you land on into the hall coat closet. But if you do, instead of a quick kiss, five seconds, ten seconds or more, it becomes a full minute, two minutes, three minutes and so on, with all of us listening at the door.”
“Is it just for kissing?” Alan wanted to know. “Or the vibrator thing, too?”
“Another good question,” I said. “No, in the coat closet, you can do anything you want for the full time, as long as the other person goes along with it. And we'll still all be listening at the door.”
Again, this new information had them all considering the possibilities, but little 9-year-old Patricia was the first one to speak.
“That should be fun,” she said. “ Really fun.”
I held up the kitchen timer.
“And we'll use this to time it in the closet,” I told them. “So no one cheats. Okay, who wants to go first…?”
The spin-the-vibrator game went pretty much as expected.
Tony spun first and landed on his own sister, Sharon. The skinny brunette girl rolled her eyes, but leaned forward into the circle and let her younger brother give her a quick kiss on the mouth.
“Now it's your turn to spin,” I told the girl, who nodded.
Sharon reached out and spun the vibrator, clearly hoping it'd point to John, but instead it landed on me. She shook her head with an annoyed look, but asked, “Do I spin again, or do you?”
“You do,” I told her. “Until it lands on a boy.”
She nodded and spun again and it pointed to Alan, John's 9-year-old brother. So she sighed with disappointment but nodded.
“Way to go, Alan,” John laughed to the boy. “You've got two gorgeous girls kissing you.”
Alan leaned forward and Sharon and I kissed each side of his mouth at the same time, our lips touching and our faces warmly pressed together for a quick moment. The boy laughed at the sensation, then next spun the vibrator, landing on me.
“I'm getting real popular here,” I smiled.
Alan and I kissed, our mouths pressed together in the circle, while the kids all counted to five using the one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand method. When I pulled my lips away from his, and glanced down, it was obvious he had an erection straining to stand up in his white underpants.
“He's got a boner!” Patricia laughed suddenly, pointing. “Look at his thing!”
“You're just jealous,” the boy said to his sister. “Anyway, it's Laura Ann's turn to spin.”
I could tell Sharon was both embarrassed and yet a little excited about the direction of the game, her eyes cast demurely downward instead of taking in Alan's very stiff and apparent boner in his underwear.
“Just relax,” I told Patricia, who smiled to me. “You'll get kissed plenty before we're through here.”
“Just spin it,” Sharon cut in, with a subtle glance towards John. She was clearly anxious to get another chance at him. “Come on.”
So I spun the vibrator and landed on Patricia, who shrugged and laughed. I spun again and landed on Tony, the little 8-year-old instantly delighted. He smiled widely to both of us, maybe not believing his good fortune.
“I choose the hall closet,” I announced. “For Patricia and I to kiss Tony.”
And his eyes lit up at that.
I handed the kitchen timer to John, then said, “It's for a minute, as soon as we close the door. And all of you can listen.”
“Okay,” he said.
So we all traipsed over to the hall coat closet and I led both Patricia and Tony into it, where the night-light was still on. John turned the kitchen timer to one minute and I pulled the door closed, well aware they were all listening to us.
Little Tony was kneeling on the carpet, his expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but Patricia scooted right up next to him, on her bare knees as well. She took his face in her small hands and kissed him on the mouth, keeping her lips pressed to his for several long moments.
When she pulled back, I could see the erection he again had in his super-hero pajama bottoms.
“Don't let your sister know what's going on just yet,” I whispered to the boy, then lifted my halter top again so he could see my bare tits. Talk about getting his full attention. “Okay?”
He just nodded with a bright smile, his eyes glued to my stiff nipples.
But I surprised both kids by reaching out and pulling down Patricia's pajama bottoms, leaving them down around her knees. Even in the dim light, her hairless sweet cunt was right out in the open for him to see.
“Touch her pussy,” I told him.
And the little redheaded girl nodded to him, spreading her knees wider within the tangle of her pajama bottoms. As I'd known, she was clearly all for it. And in the close confines of the closet, the faint young odor of her rising excitement was obvious-the little redhead was already wetly lubricated and ready for anything.
“Stick your fingers in me,” Patricia encouraged him. “Tony, go ahead and touch my pussy.”
But when the boy didn't react right away, but rather just sort of stared at her young crotch, I took his small hand and lightly pressed his fingers against the gentle bulge of her cunt.
Patricia smiled her approval, and when I pulled my own hand away from his, she let him explore her slick little slit to his heart's content.
“I like your fingers there, Tony,” she told him. “They feel really good.”
He swallowed hard, but nodded, so I slid my hand into the front of his bright pajama's and took his hard little dick in my fingers. It throbbed immediately at my touch, jerking even harder, it seemed, and I gave it a warm squeeze.
“Does that feel good?” I asked him, gently tugging at it. “Tony? Can I use my mouth to suck on it?”
He didn't know what to make of that, I realized, but before he could respond, we heard John call out, “Time!” and the hall door closet was suddenly thrown wide open, bright light flooding in.
Of course, the only one shocked to the core at discovering what we were doing was Tony's big sister, Sharon.
“My God!” she gasped. “What are you doing in there?!”
I gave her a little shrug and a smile, then slid my hand out of her kid brother's pajamas as Patricia quickly pulled up her own pajamas. But there was no way Sharon hadn't seen exactly what had transpired.
“Tony, get out of there!” she almost screamed at him. “I don't believe this!”
“We said anything, remember?” I told her calmly as the three of us came out of the hall closet. “As long as the person went along with it. Your brother liked what Patricia and I were doing…”
And the dark-haired little 8-year-old boy agreed.
“It was fun, Sharon,” he insisted. “I really did like it.”
And I gave the girl a knowing look.
“We all heard you liking it when Patricia showed you how the vibrator worked,” I told her. “In the closet. We were listening then, too.”
Tony laughed.
“We heard you breathing real hard,” he informed her.
She just gave her little brother a withering look for taking our side of it, but then exhaled slowly and finally walked back into the family room and sat back down in the circle. She folded her arms in front of her, as if she wouldn't play anymore, but when the rest of us joined her, she grabbed the vibrator.
“It's my turn,” she told us, in no uncertain terms, even though it wasn't.
And no one disputed it when, instead of spinning it, she purposely turned it to point right at handsome young 11-year-old John next to her. She looked to each of us, as if daring us to say anything, but I gestured for her to get her kiss from him.
Sharon got up on her knees and turned to him, kissing him quickly on the mouth.
“There,” she said. “Who spins next?”
As if she didn't realize it was John. He smiled warmly to the girl, then did exactly as she'd done: simply took the vibrator and pointed it at her without spinning.
“Get your 5-second kiss,” I told him, knowing where this was going. I added, “We'll all count.”
But John knew better.
“I choose the closet to kiss Sharon,” he said, handing me back the white kitchen timer. “One minute, I think.”
“Right.”
He took her small hand and led the pretty little 9-year-old brunette to the closet. She was smiling like crazy. Blushing, even. With all four of us remaining to listen, I set the timer and John pulled the door closed.
But instead of merely listening, I had a better idea. I usually did.
“Tony, you and Alan listen and tell us if anything good happens,” I told them, with a quick look to Patricia. “We'll entertain you both at the same time.”
And as the two boys pressed their ears to the door, I slipped down Tony's brightly-colored pajama bottoms, exposing his hard young cock to my eager eyes for the first time.
It was as small as I'd expected, but so rigidly stiff it was almost twanging with excitement. The tiny raised section on the underside of it was even visibly pulsing like mad. But my attention was focused on the smooth oval head of it, the part of his penis I knew to be the most sensitive of all.
I took it into my mouth, his breath catching in his throat.
In that same few moments, Patricia already had Alan's skinny erection not only sticking out the front of his underwear, standing at attention as rigidly as Tony's little boner, but already in her eager mouth.
She and I sucked both of their dicks wetly and quickly, slurping our lips even, both Patricia and I experts at giving boys such oral pleasure. We both knew a very wet mouth was the secret, keeping our mouths as slippery as a slippery hot pussy.
Young or old, that was the best kind of friction to apply when it came to giving a superior blow job.
Tony kept his ear pressed to the door the entire time, but his eyes were keenly watching me sucking on him, but every now and then cutting over to watch Patricia doing to same to her older brother.
He was getting a real education, that was for sure.
When the kitchen timer went off, I yelled 'Time!” but took an extra half-second to get the boy's lower halves covered up again. It looked as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
Of course, their erections were still more than apparent.
I again cautioned Tony to say nothing, to which he nodded. He was getting pretty good at the secret stuff.
When I pulled open the hall closet door, John and Sharon were both standing at it already, waiting to come out, both clearly disheveled and worked up. She was smiling slyly to herself at whatever had happened.
But she was choosing to ignore the large erection John still had prodding the front of his underwear.
“Now who's turn is it?” she asked, as if nothing worth discussing had taken place. “Is it mine again?”
I just gave her a look as she walked past me to the family room. “It's your turn again, all right,” I said. “I hope you had fun in there with John.”
Sharon just ignored me, but as John passed by he put his finger under my nose, the youthful smell of little Sharon's sweet pink cunt filling my nostrils. “She gets really wet and comes really fast,” he whispered to me. “And she grabbed my dick and started jacking me off. She's great.”
I was glad to hear it. Apparently her sexual explorations with little Patricia, both in their shared bed and earlier in the hall closet, had given her an idea of just how much fun she could be having.
I laughingly pushed John into the family room ahead of me, then joined them all sitting in the circle.
It was Sharon's turn again, but instead of just pointing the vibrator at John, she actually spun it, apparently joining back in the game.
The vibrator pointed at little Patricia, who gave Sharon a lewd little smile. I knew whichever boy it landed on next would be getting a double-helping of sexual fun with eager young Patricia along for the ride.
So I reached out, took the vibrator and pointed it right at John.
“I think our guest Sharon deserves more time with John,” I said. “And I'm sure Patricia will be glad to help out.”
Sharon seemed to blush again and Patricia laughed as if she had some pretty good ideas on how she could 'help out.' The oversexed little redhead asked, “Can we take the vibrator?”
I handed it to her and then we all went to the hall coat closet.
“You've got two minutes,” I let the three of them know. “We'll be listening at the door-in case you get carried away and need another helping hand.”
Sharon gave me an annoyed look.
But then she glanced at the two boys staying outside the door with me, Alan and her own brother, Tony. Each boy was sporting a throbbing bulge in front, their young boners straining to be free.
“It looks like you'll need a helping hand to handle these two,” she said. “We'll all be just fine.”
And she closed the door loudly, behind the three of them, even before I could set the timer.
“I'm setting it to two minutes,” I told her through the door, but did not set it. I had something else entirely in mind. “We'll let you know.”
Sharon didn't answer, but inside the closet the vibrator was suddenly turned on, then turned up to its full speed. I looked to the two boys when we heard Sharon suddenly groan loudly, a groan of genuine and unrestrained pleasure.
I knew she was getting every bit of attention possible from both John and his young sister, Patricia. I was certain they could turn the girl into the little sex fiend we all wanted her to be.
“What do you think they're doing?” Tony wanted to know, his ear pressed against the door. “Something dirty?”
“I hope so,” I told him. “And so are you.”
And as both Tony and Alan listened at the door, I dropped to my knees in front of them, pulled out their hard little cocks and began sucking them, putting them both in my mouth at the same time.
“Laura Anne, I'm fucking your mouth,” Alan laughed, sliding his skinny penis in and out between my lips. “And so is Tony.”
True enough.
Copying what he saw the older boy doing, Tony began pumping his hips and sliding his 8-year-old cock in and out of my mouth as well, the swollen head of it rubbing wetly against Alan's dick as they each fucked me in the mouth.
Two minutes was long enough for most girls to get off with the right vibrator, I knew, especially with a handsome young boy and his horny bisexual little sister helping out. But after counting off the right time in my head, I gave Sharon an extra 60-seconds or so, making certain she was very close to her own orgasm.
Nothing is harder to stop than a girl's quickly approaching climax, especially if it's almost on top of her.
I stood up, helped Alan out of his underpants and little Tony out of his super-hero pajama bottoms, then stood them at the door, naked from the waist down, ready and waiting for me to throw it open.
Each of their hard little cocks was standing at full attention.
I next pulled off my halter top and tossed it aside, followed by my shorts and panties, my ripe teen nakedness causing Tony to almost stop breathing. Young Alan had been fucking me for over two years, and seen me naked many times, but I was always pleased to discover he still appreciated my bare body as if he was seeing it for the very first time.
“Laura Ann, you're just so beautiful,” he said, his eyes riveted to my bare crotch. “And so is your cunt.”
True enough.
My solid boobs were a great feature, firm and uptilted and in every way a vision of near-perfection, as was my rubbery firm ass, my cheeks tanned and flawless.
Yet it was my 15-year-old cunt that was my very best asset.
I'd mostly shaved it smooth, but still had just a narrow strip of the finest blonde pubic hair running up the center. My pussy-lips, unlike young Patricia's, were generously thick and overly sensitive, and swollen with the rampant lust running through me.
Naturally parted in lewd invitation, the wet center of me was always so slippery the pink surfaces within literally glistened.
“Your dick is beautiful, too, Alan,” I told him, gently giving his small cock a quick squeeze. “I still remember the first time I sucked you off. It was so much fun!”
He seemed to blush then, but nodded his agreement. I'm certain he remembered coming in my mouth.
Then I put my hand on the closet doorknob. “So…ready?”
When they nodded, and without yelling anything to alert Sharon, John or Patricia inside, I threw open the closet door.
“Time!” I yelled. “Surprise-we're here to help!”
It was instantly clear that the three of them in the closet had come up with a position that accommodated each of them. Sexually.
Sharon was on her back on the carpet, her pajama bottoms down around one of her slender ankles and her skinny knees wide apart. Patricia was kneeling over her face in a classic '69' so that her hairless pussy was directly in line with Sharon's eager mouth. And, surprise, surprise, the 9-year-old brunette was enthusiastically licking up into her little friend's slit.
It was immediately evident that Sharon had licked her way into Patricia's young cunt many times before, so experienced at it did she seem.
Patricia, meanwhile, was holding herself up between Sharon's parted thighs and pressing the tip of the humming vibrator directly on the slender girl's pink clit.
John was lying on his side across the bottom of the girl at her feet, forming a 'T' with Sharon, just the head of his rigid cock going in and out of her slick cunt, actually fucking her with only that swollen tip.
It was quite a sight, to be sure.
Sharon's rapid breathing and sharp little cries of pleasure as she licked out Patricia, and as John fucked her and his kid sister used the humming vibrator on her, told us everything we needed to know: the girl was seconds away from an orgasm.
Or maybe a second orgasm.
“I'm going to come…” Sharon moaned, her lips pressed into Patricia's hot crotch. Her narrow bare hips were jerking tightly back and forth on the floor as she worked her young cunt against the sideways thrusts of John's stiff cock. “It feels too good to stop! Ohhh, God, I can't get enough of it, the vibrator and the fucking!”
It seemed to me that she was well on her way to soon joining in on all the illicit fun, so I lay on my naked back beside her and took little Tony's hand, pulling her brother down on top of me.
“I want you to fuck me, Tony,” I told him.
As he climbed between my bare thighs, I guided his small hard cock into my sopping wet cunt with one hand, then slid my hand around to his small bare ass and pulled him even tighter into me.
“It's really wet,” he said to me. “But it feels real good.”
I tightened the slick little muscles inside my cunt around his skinny cock, feeling it throb warmly in response. Tony laughed at the sensation, then pushed himself even deeper into me.
“And that feels really good,” he added.
“Start sliding your dick in and out of me,” I told him.
Patricia was still using the vibrator on her friend's hairless young cunt, and then we all heard Sharon finally groan loudly with the onset of her orgasm.
She came as I'd expected, long and hard, squirming under the sensations of the vibrator and John's fucking, moaning breathlessly all the while into Patricia's crotch. By the time she was finished, we'd all forgotten about the game entirely, concentrating instead on giving each other the maximum amount of indecent pleasure we could.
“I need to get fucked,” red-haired little 8-year-old Patricia announced as she slid away from Sharon and John, the vibrator still in her hand. “Alan, put your dick in me. Please.”
And Patricia pulled her brother Alan down on top of her, spreading her bare legs for him as he speared his stiff cock into her sweet young cunt. She was so wet I could hear her pussy sucking at him as he entered her, the little redhead immediately beginning to moan with the pleasure of having his throbbing dick fully encased in her.
When Alan began to fuck his sister, he did it with long, experienced thrusts, the little girl holding onto his bare ass and urging him along. She was quickly panting as he plowed repeatedly to the hilt in her, her moans turning to sharp cries as her incestuous passion mounted.
“Faster, Alan, fuck me even faster,” she was crying out, squirming like a little snake beneath the boy. “You're going in so deep! I love it, I love it! Ohhh, God, fuck me, fuck me!”
By then, young Tony was getting the hang of it, his skinny hips pumping between my damp thighs as he thrust his small cock into me again and again. The sensation was all the better for me because I knew it was his first time.
“Fuck me, Tony, fuck me!” I began panting. “Make me come!”
And so it went, on and on.
The six of us spent most of the rest of that night in the huge hall coat closet, fucking and making out and generally getting all the sexual pleasure we could get out of each other.
The most fun of all, though, was seeing little Sharon, snooty and standoffish at the beginning of the night, slowly becoming so obsessed with the illicit sex we all shared that she was soon eagerly licking even my cunt.
“Stay right on my clit,” I told her. “Just like that! God, Sharon, you're so good at eating pussy!”
And she was, her tongue at my clit while her sweet young face was pressed wetly into my cunt. I was holding tightly onto her long hair, my bare thighs spread wide, while she worked her mouth hungrily at me.
“You're a regular expert at it,” I breathed. “A cunilinguist, it's called.”
“She had a great teacher,” little Patricia called out, laughing. “Me. And so did I, Laura Ann, so did I.”
And skinny little Sharon was also soon taking on all three boys, including her younger brother, not just her heartthrob John.
She took their hard little cocks into her cunt and into her mouth and even part-way into her tight little asshole, in a series of orgasm-inducing activities that quickly left her panting for breath but, finally, as morning approached, all fucked out.
The biggest surprise of the night actually came late the next morning, however, when the two sets of parents arrived home to find me sprawled asleep in the guest room and all the kids soundly asleep in their rooms.
“Hey, Laura Ann,” the Armbruster kids' father gently shook me awake. I was in just the top of my shorty pajamas, without panties, so I stayed under the sheet. “We want to show you something.”
“Sure,” I yawned, sitting up. “Are the kids awake?”
“They're still asleep,” he told me. “You kept them up all night. Do you know what a nanny cam is?”
I just stared at him. Uh oh. Sure, I knew.
“We've got several hidden around the house,” he told me, then motioned his wife and the other couple, Tony and Sharon's parents, into the guest room. “We had one hidden in the hall coat closet, too, because the last time you watched the kids it seemed something odd was going on in there.”
I nodded slowly.
“Okay,” I said, deciding to just bluff it out. “Well, I'm positive you saw nothing out of line-”
And all four parents, young and attractive people in their mid-30's, just looked to each other and then burst out laughing.
“Not out of line?” Mrs. Armbruster said, moving beside the bed. She was a tall busty woman, and a natural redhead, like her daughter, little Patricia. “You had sex all night with every one of the kids.”
The fear that raced through me had me shaking in my boots. Or would have, had I been wearing any. This was trouble, big trouble.
“I only-”
“Don't bother to deny it, Laura Ann,” Mr. Armbruster cut in. “We've been home for an hour, watching all of it. Even young Patricia, our little 8-year-old angel, kept performing oral sex on you while her brothers took turns screwing her right and left.”
“Oh, God…”
“It was very exciting,” little 9-year-old Sharon's mother jumped right in. She was slim and dark-haired, like her daughter. “Especially when our boy, Tony, fucked you beside Sharon, who was doing a '69' with Patricia while John fucked her with his gorgeous stiff cock…”
She looked to her husband then, who was silently standing by.
“Did I get that right?” she asked him, who then nodded that she had. “It got a little confusing in some spots…”
I just looked at her.
In fact, I looked to all of them. They didn't seem angry, but rather somehow aroused by the entire thing.
“What's going on?” I wanted to know. “Are you saying, you liked what you saw?”
“We loved it,” the brunette woman told me. “The event the four of us attended last night was a swinger's party, an all-night fuck-fest where every filthy thing you can imagine happened.”
It was Mrs. Ambusher's turn to cut back in.
“Yet, right here in our home, you managed to perform every sexual act you could think of, even filthier than our own, with our young children…”
While I stared at her, Mr. Armbruster moved up beside the bed. When I turned my head to look up at him, he simply unzipped his pants and pulled out his large cock, which was entirely erect.
Talk about confident.
“Laura Ann, we'll keep the recordings from our nanny cams,” he told me, moving the swollen head of his cock very close to my face. “For insurance.”
His hard penis was so close to my mouth that, turning slightly, I kissed the tip of it, getting a group sigh of approval from them all. I wanted to make it obvious that I was willing to do whatever to get out of trouble. And stay there.
Then I turned my innocent blue eyes up to the man.
“Insurance?” I asked.
“Insurance that all four of us adults will have open access to your young body, to your mouth and your cunt and even your asshole,” he said, easily. “And, after the kids have gotten some rest, you'll join both our families on a joint vacation up to our huge cottage on Clear Lake for the rest of the week.”
“Clear Lake?”
I could only stare at the man. I loved Clear Lake.
“And once we get there,” he continued, “we'll fuck and suck each other like crazy, until we're all completely worn out. We might even invite some other friends to drive up and join us. You seem like a girl who'd enjoy a gangbang.”
Then I looked to each of the other three adults, clearly seeing the evident excitement running through the entire group.
Swingers?! Huge cottage on Clear Lake? Nonstop fucking and sucking?
“What can I say?” I smiled, throwing back the covers.
I hopped up with a little smile, my bare young ass and pussy right out in the open for them all to see.
“Count me in, if only for the kids' sake,” I said. “Somebody's got to watch 'em.”