The camera moved about a bit and then it held perfectly still. The onlookers guessed that Bobbi had placed it on a tripod. They waited, scarcely able to breathe. Their worst fears were that their daughter, that innocent little angel, would suddenly appear on the screen in as disgusting a condition as her brother and the other terrible people in the film.
Their worst fears were confirmed. They simply exhaled deep sighs when their daughter appeared. They seemed resigned now the worst that fate could deal them.
Bobbi stood directly over the man and allowed him to shoot his face down and under her crotch. She grabbed his hair and seemed to be enjoying the licking he was giving her.
"That dirty son of a bitch Orlando!" Mike snarled. "I'll kill the miserable motherfucker! Look what he's doing to our little girl!"
Phyllis's heart was racing! The man's body was so powerful, so muscular, strong and hairy! She imagined him on his knees in front of her, licking into her hard, forcefully, raping her with his tongue. That's what he must have been doing to Bobbi! Because, Phyllis knew, Bobbi was a virgin!
Teddy started fucking into the woman then, and the parents were dumbfounded. They never imagined that their son knew anything at all about copulation, other than what his sex-education classes taught at school. Where had he gotten the practical knowledge?
Then Bobbi urged the man down onto his back. Phyllis and Mike couldn't believe their eyes. Their daughter was actually taking the initiative in one of the most disgusting sex scenes they had ever witnessed, either on screen or in person.
Mike watched his daughter's athletic, lithe little body. He noticed the flare of her hips and butt. He hadn't realized she had so tilled out, especially in the breast department. He wouldn't have admitted that the sight of her was what made his cock jump inside his wife's cunt a couple of times, but he couldn't take his eyes off his lovely little golden girl!
Her pussy was so bald, so fragile looking. He'd never seen her this way since she was old enough to dress herself. He could squint his eyes and imagine that this was what Phyllis looked like when they first met. Phyllis had been young, of course, but definitely not this young.
The parents were shocked into silence again as they saw Bobbi actually guide the man's penis into her vagina and begin to sink down on it. It took forever for the penetration to take place, but they noticed that Bobbi had led the way most of the time. The man only got rough when she asked for it.
Phyllis was fascinated with the sight of Teddy fucking the woman so expertly. She had never really looked at her son's body, except to notice that he seemed to be developing in a perfectly healthy, normal way. Now she couldn't take her eyes off the size of her son's cock! It was so much larger than she would have suspected. And the shape of it seemed so much like Mike's, although her husband still had the child beat in thickness and length.
Phyllis's loins were catching on fire despite herself. The films had her in such a state of shock, she wasn't responsible for her feelings or actions any longer.
Mike must have felt the same way. In the throes of his trauma, he began to fuck forcefully into his wife's pussy.
On the screen, the action had turned entirely to filth. Bobbi had suddenly been pulled down all the way on the man's giant dong. She was screaming and yelling and he was telling her to shut up and drop dead and all sorts of awful things. Teddy fucked himself and the woman to orgasms. Finally Bobbi was being the aggressor again, and she was shouting obscenities at the man under her while she fucked up and down on his pole with fury.
Then the two of them reached their climaxes almost together. When Phyllis saw her daughter's orgasm arrive, her own insides convulsed. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, hoping that Mike wouldn't notice. But he had become terribly stiff and he was fucking more and more rapidly. The man's voice howled his own climax from the screen, and Phyllis felt Mike shoot a torrent of juice up inside her. The parents lay, sweating and sobbing in each others' arms for a few moments.
Later, they had seen everything. The two other parties, which they noticed Bobbi had filmed more cleverly, were beyond their worst fears. Nothing could have shocked Phyllis and Mike Fields more than the thought that their own two beloved children had not only hosted such entertainments in their own home, but had taken the trouble to photograph them and participate in them.
And then, on the second party film, while dear little Marcie was being brutally raped by another man who looked familiar to both parents, Bobbi had actually said to Marcie, "Let him do it, Marcie. I'm so glad Teddy did it to me."
To Phyllis, this had been a worse shock than seeing Teddy fuck his sister in the ass.
It was clear to both of them now that it was Margaret Webster and Nick Orlando in the films. The two other adults were familiar, but not teachers either parent knew well.
Of course, they'd recognized Cal, Teddy's best friend, and Bobbi's friends Wanda and Jeanine. The latter two's discussion of how they'd lost their virginity to their brother made Phyllis faint across the sofa, and Mike had to bring her around with spirits of ammonia.
"Well have to contact the police immediately," Phyllis said when she was revived. "We have all the evidence we need on these films. Those teachers must be forced to leave this town!"
"That's true," Mike agreed. "And I'll personally see that that motherfucker Nick Orlando is strung up in the town square and castrated with a rusty knife! In fact, I'll do it myself!"
Mike had started drinking. He got a bit mean at times like this, and Phyllis usually countered his temper by having a few snorts herself.
She picked up the telephone and started to dial. Then she dropped the receiver before the first ring on the other end.
"Mike, we just can't! We can't contact the police!"
"Why not?"
"Well, think of the fuss it would make. I mean, arrests and a trial and newspaper stories and photographs, oh!"
She sat down on the sofa and began to sob. Her husband sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I know, I know," he said soothingly. "It'll be rough on all of us."
"We'll have to move away! And we have so much here!"
"I know," he agreed. "Just when our lives are beginning to reach the financial security and community respect we always wanted so much!"
"And our children are, " she stopped.
"Our children are what?" he asked, knowing that she was going to say "celebrities."
"Our children are monsters! Complete, utter, un-regenerate monsters! They're the ones who'll have to go! We can force those teachers to leave this town without one word to the police. But Bobbi and Teddy must be sent away. Far from each other. To separate schools. Strict schools! Where they'll learn manners and morals and discipline!"
Mike agreed. "Shall we wait up for them?" he asked.
"No. Tomorrow's Saturday. That will do." Phyllis stood up. "Let's go to bed now," she said. "I'm exhausted!"
Mike had been thinking about some of the things he'd just seen on the little portable movie screen in the corner of the living room. His cock was itching again, and he wondered if it would be good manners to ask Phyllis for another piece of tail in bed. He decided it wouldn't.
Chapter 11
Bobbi was writhing with anger. The anger was mixed with shame, humiliation, embarrassment, regret, and fear. But it was basically anger she felt as she stared at her father, sitting across her bedroom from her, on her little vanity stool.
How could her parents have returned without letting them know? And how dared they look at the films? And how stupid could she have been for letting that stuff lie around where anybody on earth might have discovered it. But she and Teddy had been in such a hurry to get to the play,
"I'd burn those pictures in public," her father was saying, "but I wouldn't expose the public to such unspeakable filth!"