“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-”