Both John and Alan routinely fucked me in my cunt and straight up my ass at the same time, a so-called sandwich. Enjoying a cock in each of my holes was something my father and my uncle taught me long ago.
And licking Patricia's sweet little cunt while they energetically fucked the shit out of me was another nice bonus. Of course, she always returned the favor, usually sticking her entire face into my pussy, and licking me from my clit to my asshole.
Babysitting for me was about a lot more than the money.
Anyway, they three of them always loved it when I turned regular games into naked sex games. And many of those games took place in their huge walk-in hall coat closet, so I figured our two new young guests would love it, too.
And I was right.
Even 9-year-old Sharon, a super-cute skinny little brunette in designer jeans and an expensive tee-shirt (who'd been a regular bitch to me up until then), looked excited at the possibilities.
But it seemed she still didn't like me much.
She and her 8-year-old brother, Tony, dark-haired and skinny as well, were spending the night. Both sets of parents were away at an overnight event together in another city. This wouldn't be the first time I'd been trusted to watch the kids overnight, but it was the first time I was watching my two new charges.
Overt jealously was a big part of her problem.
“Are you going to play?” she wanted to know, with an annoyed sideways look to little Patricia, one of her best friends. “Like kissing the boys, too?”
I just gave her a big smile.
“We need at least six to play,” I lied. “It's the rules. An even number of boys and girls. But, you're much cuter than me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine.”
That got at least a tiny smile from her.
She really wasn't cuter than me, but she was plenty cute enough and I wanted her to relax. It was the middle of summer, a hot night, and I was in stretchy shorts and a halter top that did little to hide my firm young breasts. In fact, my pink nipples were already swollen and pointy with the anticipation of what I knew would be coming.
A lot of exciting underaged sex.
Both John and Alan, and even little Tony, were taking sneaky looks at my jiggling tits, and at the crotch of my tight shorts, but I acted as if I hadn't even noticed. The two older boys had been talking to the younger boy, I knew, pointing out my good parts, getting him into the mood for what they also knew was coming soon enough.
A simple game of spin-the-bottle turning into a night of fucking.
I'd already let both boys and their little sister know I wanted to be the very first to suck 8-year-old Tony's cock; I wanted to always be remembered as the first girl to ever make him ejaculate.
Fun, fun, fun.
And I'd picked that particular game because I could tell Sharon was excited at the prospect of kissing, especially with my oldest charge. Her schoolgirl crush on John (now a handsome 11-year-old with blond hair and bright blue eyes) was more than evident to me.
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.
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.