Bobbi and Teddy finished watching the movies. In the second party, there had been enough film to show Marcie's entire seduction, which the twins were glad about. The films of their third orgy, the night before, hadn't turned out quite as well, although Jeanine and Wanda had attended. It was discovered that they had both lost their virginity months before to their brother, and no delicious deflowering was possible.
"Hey!" Teddy said, looking at his watch. "Do you know how late it is?"
Bobbi was rewinding the reel. "How late?"
"Like we're supposed to be at school for our makeup in fifteen minutes!"
"My God! The play!"
She'd been so fascinated by the outcome of her secret movies that she'd almost forgotten that this was the night when they showed the results of their long weeks of rehearsals.
Bobbi and Teddy grabbed their guitars and left the house in a matter of minutes.
"I'll leave the movie stuff out. Nobody'll be here," Bobbi said as she locked the front door and hurried down the drive.
Phyllis Fields unlocked the front door. Mike followed behind her, carrying their luggage.
"My, the living room's a mess!" she said. "The twins have been watching movies!"
Mike dropped the bags. He went immediately to the kitchen and mixed a couple of drinks. It had been a long, hard drive home.
Phyllis was looking idly through the film reels.
"It's a shame the traffic was so heavy," Mike said. "We could have seen the play."
"Yes," Phyllis said. "That would have been nice."
"Want to try to catch the last hour?"
"I don't think so, dear. Since we aren't even expected back, it might throw the twins terribly to see us suddenly show up. I'd rather not run the risk."
"What films are these?" Mike Fields asked. "They aren't labeled."
"Maybe some of Bobbi's."
"I don't think so. Bobbi hasn't had any occasions to take movies lately. I got it! The reel of the beach, our vacation pictures, remember? Remember those college girls in bikinis?"
Phyllis laughed and took a gulp of her drink. "You're so horny all the time, darling."
Mike put his drink down and crossed the room. He put his arms around her and hugged her tightly to him. He was a muscular, strong man, and his embrace always made Phyllis's knees go weak. Fourteen years of marriage had seemed only to increase their physical need for one another. They were one of the best-looking married couples in the community, and they knew it. It amused them at times when members of the opposite sex flirted with one or the other of them. And yet, even though they both pretended that they'd never be interested in experimenting with extra-marital relationships, they each had a secret longing to try it once.
"I'm especially horny when I've been sitting on a hot car seat all day," he said, running his hand up under her skirt and shoving his fingers into her crotch. "You feel pretty warm down there yourself."
Her crotch almost collapsed on his hand. Her legs were turning to rubber. They hadn't fucked for three nights, because of her fathers sudden turn for the better and their decision to cut their trip short, and they were ready now to have a good, long, slow one.
Mike Fields began to strip. He was out of his coat, his shirt and trousers before Phyllis got her shoes off.
"Let me help you," he said, walking up behind his wife and unbuttoning her blouse. His hands reached around and cupped the lovely breasts, always such a wonderful handful each. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and found them hard already. Yes, she was set to go! Phyllis didn't wear bras any more often than she had to. When she knew she'd be spending the evening alone with her husband, she never wore them. And sometimes she skipped the panties too.
He unzipped the side of her skirt and let the material drop to the floor. Her panties were black and sheer, and the nylon crotch was wet when he touched it. It also throbbed.
She sighed and leaned her head back against his chest.
"I wonder how our angels did in the show tonight?"
"Will you stop worrying? Whatever Bobbi and Teddy decide to do, they always go about it like real pros!"
She reached back and grabbed the huge bulge in the front of his jockey shorts.
"You didn't take your underwear off," she murmured.
"I'll let you do that, sweetheart. I know you like to strip me as much as I like to strip you!"
“Good god," she said. "Gant I have any secrets?" He laughed and shoved her down on the sofa. He began to kiss and suck on her breasts. She felt her pussy turn to fire!
"Owwwww, darling,! What are you doing to me?"
She looped her fingers under the tops of his shorts and pulled them down over his ass. He let her take them all the way off. Then, while he trailed his mouth down her belly, he slipped her black nylon panties down and over her smooth, white thighs.
"Ummmmmm, " he murmured, burying his mouth and nose in her crotch. "You sure got a hot box tonight, lady."
"Owwww, darling, maybe you'd better fuck me now!"
"Hey!"
"What?"
"Let's put those beach pictures on. I can girl-watch and you can boy-watch while we're fucking!"
Mike always had novels things to suggest when they made love. It was one of the things that made their marriage so exciting.
"Anything you want, darling."
He quickly got up-and turned off the lights in the room. The reel on the projector had been rewound and was ready to roll. He switched on the machine and crawled over his wife. The first flickers of the lead-in were flashing across their bodies when he inserted the head of his large cock between the throbbing lips of her vagina. Slowly, he sank home.
"Look, the picture's coming on," Phyllis said.
"It's our living room," Mike said. "Our bearskin rug! What the hell, "
"Bobbi must have had a party. Let's see." He watched with her, sawing in and out of her pussy lazily.
A beautiful brunette woman with large breasts walked to the center of the room. She was completely nude, and she reclined on the bearskin, her thighs parted and her dark pussy opened up in heat. The camera was hand-held and it occasionally zoomed in for closeups of the most private parts of her body.
"I don't know who's been using our house!" Phyllis cried. "Bobbi certainly doesn't film nudes!"
"Hush!" her husband said. "This is a sound film. Let's see if we can hear anything?"
"I, I could swear that's Margaret Webster, Mike. Bobbi's phys ed teacher. The woman who's directing their show!"
"Hush!"
Just then a man walked onto the scene also nude. He stood directly over the woman's face, straddling her.
"Oh My God!" Mike Fields shouted. "That's Coach Orlando! Shit, I'd know him anyplace!"
Phyllis was staring, thunderstruck, at the man's cock and body. In her confusion and outrage, she still saw that he was a powerfully attractive piece of male beef.
"That's Coach Orlando?"
"Hush!"
The man was standing, looking down, pulling on his cock. It grew to an awesome size, and then he squatted over the woman's face, shoved his balls against her nose, and said, "Lick 'em!"
After she did this for several seconds, he moved down and shoved his asshole over her mouth. "Lick the hole!" his voice said from the speaker next to the portable movie screen.
To Phyllis's and Mike's utter amazement, the woman did what she was told to do.
"I don't believe this!" Mike said. His cock gave a twitch inside his wife's cunt. She made no move for fear he'd pull out of her, and although she pretended outrage at what she was seeing, she wanted to feel him inside her while she watched.
The man bent down and started to kiss the woman's breasts, then her stomach, and then he buried his face in her crotch. She wrapped her legs around him.
"Holy shit!" Mike gasped. Phyllis was breathing hard.
Then the watching couple saw something that made then gasp!
Their son Teddy walked into the scene, completely naked, and with an erection! Neither parent had ever seen him in this condition before.
The blond boy straddled the woman's head just the way the man had, squatted down, and placed his erect cock into her mouth!
The parents were too shocked to speak. Their eyes were riveted to the screen, their bodies, still locked, perfectly still. The woman continued to suck their son for several minutes, and then he looked in the direction of the person making the film.
"What kind of movie star would I make?" he asked, smiling.
Bobbi's voice came back on the soundtrack.
"Terrific. All three of you would!"
There was another exchange of dialogue that was on the same general level. The man in the picture stopped eating the woman's pussy, looked at Teddy, and said, "You're a lucky little bastard. She's got the hottest mouth in this whole state."
And Teddy replied, "I know. I've already had it."
Mike's reaction to what he heard almost made him pull his cock out of Phyllis's pussy.
"That little shit! Wait till I get my hands on him!"
Then there was a disgusting few minutes while the man fucked the woman brutally. She had an audible orgasm, and the man turned to the camera. "Come over here, "
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.