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.”
Uncle Dan Raped Me! (And He'd Better Do It Again!)
Virginia K.G. Ryder
The last thing I expected on the night of my 10th birthday was to be raped by my favorite uncle, my mother's brother, my Uncle Dan.
As a precocious little 4th-grader, I was the darling of the family, a skinny but cute little blonde angel with bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile. It was true that I often wore skimpy clothes, like tiny halters and stretchy short-shorts, but that was also true of many of the preteen girls in my class at school.
Most of us were just learning how to show off our bodies in that almost trampy but sexy way that caused boys of all ages to check us out.
And besides, with almost nonexistent breasts and tiny pink nipples, it didn't take much to cover me up.
“Jessica,” my uncle whispered earlier that day at my birthday party, “I've got a surprise present for you later on tonight, but your parents wouldn't approve.”
I just stared at him, fascinated.
“They wouldn't?” I said, already hooked. “What is it?”