Taboo Times Ten(32)

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?”