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.