“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?”
To which they all looked to me.
“Right, the vibrator,” I continued. “Instead of kissing whoever you land on for the five, ten or whatever seconds, any one of us can pick up the vibrator, turn it on and touch the person they land on with it for the same amount of time.”
Sharon held up her hand as if back in school.
“Touch them where?” she wanted to know.
I gave her a knowing little look.
“In any spot they choose,” I said. “It's up to the person spinning.”
That gave them something to think about for several silent moments. And then John asked, “Does it have to be out here? The kissing, even? What if we want it to be more…private?”
And he gave me a glance towards the hall closet. And then he looked to Sharon, beside him, who immediately looked away. And seemed to actually be blushing.
“Good question,” I nodded. “Anyone spinning can take the person you land on into the hall coat closet. But if you do, instead of a quick kiss, five seconds, ten seconds or more, it becomes a full minute, two minutes, three minutes and so on, with all of us listening at the door.”
“Is it just for kissing?” Alan wanted to know. “Or the vibrator thing, too?”
“Another good question,” I said. “No, in the coat closet, you can do anything you want for the full time, as long as the other person goes along with it. And we'll still all be listening at the door.”
Again, this new information had them all considering the possibilities, but little 9-year-old Patricia was the first one to speak.
“That should be fun,” she said. “ Really fun.”
I held up the kitchen timer.
“And we'll use this to time it in the closet,” I told them. “So no one cheats. Okay, who wants to go first…?”
The spin-the-vibrator game went pretty much as expected.
Tony spun first and landed on his own sister, Sharon. The skinny brunette girl rolled her eyes, but leaned forward into the circle and let her younger brother give her a quick kiss on the mouth.
“Now it's your turn to spin,” I told the girl, who nodded.
Sharon reached out and spun the vibrator, clearly hoping it'd point to John, but instead it landed on me. She shook her head with an annoyed look, but asked, “Do I spin again, or do you?”
“You do,” I told her. “Until it lands on a boy.”
She nodded and spun again and it pointed to Alan, John's 9-year-old brother. So she sighed with disappointment but nodded.
“Way to go, Alan,” John laughed to the boy. “You've got two gorgeous girls kissing you.”
Alan leaned forward and Sharon and I kissed each side of his mouth at the same time, our lips touching and our faces warmly pressed together for a quick moment. The boy laughed at the sensation, then next spun the vibrator, landing on me.
“I'm getting real popular here,” I smiled.
Alan and I kissed, our mouths pressed together in the circle, while the kids all counted to five using the one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand method. When I pulled my lips away from his, and glanced down, it was obvious he had an erection straining to stand up in his white underpants.
“He's got a boner!” Patricia laughed suddenly, pointing. “Look at his thing!”
“You're just jealous,” the boy said to his sister. “Anyway, it's Laura Ann's turn to spin.”
I could tell Sharon was both embarrassed and yet a little excited about the direction of the game, her eyes cast demurely downward instead of taking in Alan's very stiff and apparent boner in his underwear.