0 comments/ 37573 views/ 7 favorites Pervert 2000 Ep. 01 By: GoodMorning Episode One: The Babysitter The couple lay in bed. It was somewhere around three in the morning; even so they were wide awake. The woman searched underneath the covers for her husband's hand. "I still can't believe we're going to do this." "There's no turning back now," came a whispered response. "Everything's organized." "So it begins tomorrow..." He turned on his side and rested on his elbow. "Think of the pleasure," he crooned. She kissed her husband and cuddled in his arms. *** Lauren was already awake when her alarm clock went off. It was morning, and it was time to get up. The sun was up and bright as ever. The chirping birds seemed to rejoice at the fact as they socialized with one another. Lauren, on the other hand, wasn't happy about the sun's penetration through her bedroom's pumpkin yellow curtains. The lukewarm illumination made it impossible to get anymore sleep. It was Friday, anyway, the last day of college before break. She decided she'd better get up. She rubbed at her eyes and shifted in her bed. Her well-kept long blonde hair rustled around her neck and over her breasts. Slowly she lumbered out of bed and stood to attention in front of a wall high mirror mounted on her wardrobe door. "Not too bad..." she murmured after observing herself for several moments. The twenty-one year-old was a bit taller than average for her age. She ran her small hands tentatively across her body from the top down: over her medium-sized breasts, down her waist and across her perfectly curved hips. She was proud of her body: it was well formed, well structured. She kept in shape to make sure it stayed that way. She was very pretty as well. All in all, she was the perfect package. She didn't have the biggest breasts, but she didn't want the biggest breasts either: what she had now was the textbook balanced body that most girls her age craved. She got enough attention from the guys to know that was the case. Many a male had spent minutes lost in her sparkling blue eyes, staring at her from across the room. She ignored it most of the time. It wasn't that she didn't like guys, but most of the guys that had hit her up for a number or asked her out were jerks in the way they went about it. She didn't want a jock; she was just waiting to meet a normal, nice guy. As such she could count the times she'd had sex on her fingers. She knew she wasn't missing it. She could wait. Her nipples probed through her short purple satin nightie. She rubbed two fingers over them longingly. Sitting down on the side of her bed facing the mirror, she slipped the nightie off over her head and watched her reflection play with her breasts. Mirror Lauren tweaked the light pink nipples and rubbed them tenderly. And then Lauren watched as one of her hands slowly made it down to her clean-shaven pussy, and she gasped as her middle finger pushed between the pink glistening folds of her hidden place. *** "What's for breakfast, mom?" Lauren's sister Brianna stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame. "Morning, Bri," Lauren said, smiling at the sibling three years her junior. "Hey, sis." Brianna collapsed into a chair next to her sister at the table. "I hadn't planned to make anything special, Brianna," her mother responded. "Awww..." Brianna pouted. The girls' mother stared at them both, apparently considering something. "Alright, I'll make some French toast or something." She began to prepare breakfast for the two. "Thanks mom!" Brianna sparked brightly. Lauren looked at her younger sister. She enjoyed life with her mother and sister under the same roof. The girls' father had left the family at a very young age, and their mother had never married or gone out with any men since. When Lauren went to college she remained at home to help out around the house and take care of Brianna, who at that time was sixteen. Lauren's mother hadn't asked her to stay home – it was just a decision she had made by herself. Now her sister had grown up. They were still best friends, but things had changed between them subtly. Brianna was much more outgoing than her sister. She was always hanging around with guys and partying, even at a much younger age. She had a big circle of friends, in contrast with Lauren, who only had one true friend, a bookworm named Gemma. But that was just who Brianna was. Like Lauren, she was very pretty. A brunette, like her mother, she had big blue eyes that could probably melt even the hardest of men. The two sisters were about the same body size, so like true gals they swapped around many clothes. And whenever times got tough for Brianna in a relationship or with one of her friends, she and her sister would cuddle up at night in one of their beds. As such, Lauren had developed an especially strong bond with her sister. They were siblings worthy of a fairytale. Brianna caught Lauren's gaze. "What's up, sis?" she quizzed, one eyebrow cocked, head tilted slightly to the left. It was her 'questionnaire' pose. "Nothing," Lauren replied. "Just remembering old times." "What are your plans for today?" "Don't know. I don't have any classes. I might go out with Gemma... catch a movie or something. Wanna come?" "What are you gonna see?" Brianna asked, now messaging someone with her mobile phone. "'Dark Grey Fields and a Diamond Made of Cane looks cool.'" "That new Meryl Streep movie?" "Yeah. She meets up with a long lost friend from Eastern Europe or something. It's supposed to be good." "You know what I would like to see? That new Brad Pitt and George Clooney movie. The trailer is really funny." "Maybe I'll give Gemma a call." In that moment the phone started ringing. "Speak of the devil, huh?" Brianna laughed. Lauren walked out into the hallway and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" "Lauren?" said a husky male voice on the other end. "This is Sam Morrison." "Oh, hey Mr. Morrison," Lauren replied. "I'm sorry I've called so early in the morning. I hope I haven't disturbed you." "Oh, no, we're all up. Is everything okay? Do you need by to baby-sit Daniel?" "How did you know? Look, I'm sorry for the short notice, but my wife's out of town visiting some relatives and I've got a business meeting this evening. I'm wondering if you can make it around... seven o'clock." "Sure," Lauren replied confidently. "I'm not disturbing any plans of yours, am I? Because if you've made plans I can work out another solution." "No, I didn't have any plans. I'll be there around seven, then." "Excellent. Thank you, Lauren. Take care." With that, the phone call ended. In her last year at high school Lauren had taken up babysitting kids in the neighborhood for a little extra income. It was easy work – she was good with children and all the parents liked her. She'd babysat the Morrison's son, Daniel, before. He was a good kid. Instead of going out she could bring Gemma with her. Brianna passed Lauren in the passage and began ascending the stairs. "Babysitting tonight?" "Yeah." *** "Thanks for bringing me, mom." Lauren opened the passenger door of her mother's car. The night had turned black. It was raining heavily outside, and water was getting into the car. Lauren's mother turned to look at her daughter. Smiling, she held Lauren's hand. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call home." "Thanks, mom," Lauren replied, brushing some unruly strands of hair out of her eyes. "Send me a message when you need me to pick you up, okay sweetie?" Nodding, Lauren stepped out of the car and walked through the gates to the front door of the house. She knew the Morrison family quite well, after babysitting Daniel for around three years. Lauren's mother watched her daughter dash through the falling rain and wondered how she'd grown up so fast. Lauren turned to wave to her mother as she stepped under the awning of the front door landing and watched as the dark sedan drove away into the dark, wet night. She pressed the doorbell and waited several moments. The father of the child opened the door and waved Lauren in. "Come out of the rain!" he beamed. "Are you wet?" he said, even though at a glance she was almost completely dry. "I'm fine, thanks Mr. Morrison. How is Daniel today?" she asked. "He's doing well," the man replied. "Good. So, when will you be going?" "Well, actually Lauren..." Sam Morrison paused. "I'm not headed out tonight. And Daniel's with Angela visiting her aunt and uncle." "Oh! Lauren exclaimed, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "So, why did you want me to come in this evening?" The man bit his lip and waited a few seconds before replying. "To be perfectly honest with you Lauren, I've been thinking about you a lot." "What do you mean?" Lauren replied nervously. He looked into her crystal blue eyes. "You're a very beautiful girl, but in the years I've known you, I notice you've hardly been with a boyfriend." Lauren shifted. She took a few small steps back and extended a hand, looking for the door knob. Mr. Morrison reached out and grabbed Lauren's hand softly, attempting not to frighten her. "Do you remember that day when you saw me come out of the shower?" Lauren blushed. She was heading for the bathroom and hadn't realized that Mr. Morrison was drying himself, having just exited the shower. She caught a full glimpse of his five-inch flaccid penis. "I'm sorry about that, Mr. Morrison," she said, "but I don't think I want to be involved with you." The man chuckled. "It's just that, you've looked at me in a different way ever since then and, as I said, I've been thinking of you a lot." He placed his right hand on her left shoulder and slowly ran it down her body, stopping on her butt. He squeezed the well formed muscles and drew her in closer to his body. "What are you doing?" Lauren shouted, alarmed. She tried to raise her free hand to slap him or take some action against him, but in one quick movement he grabbed her other arm and pushed her against the wall. Mr. Morrison moved in closer to her. Mere inches separated their faces. "I'm sure a lot of guys pay a lot of attention to you." The two were now touching bodies. Mr. Morrison was clutching her ass so tightly and had drawn her in with such force that she could feel his soft cock rubbing up against her crotch. "It would be wrong to tease them so." He talked slowly and soothingly; lingering on the last sentence he slipped his arm under her top, fondled her back and unclipped her bra. Lauren let out a little gasp as the tension around holding her breasts broke. She shook with fear. "Don't be scared, Lauren," Sam Morrison said calmly. "I'm offering you the opportunity of having an eight-inch pole up that hot pussy of yours," he whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck and removed his hand from under her top. He slid it past her butt and under her undercarriage, where he put pressure on her pussy through her jeans. "Please don't do this," Lauren broke up, squirming uncomfortably. "I don't want to force you, Lauren. I just want to fuck you and spend the night with you," he smiled. "I know how you feel about me." He drew her back into his arms, and whispered, "Don't be scared," before clamping his mouth over hers in a passionate kiss. Lauren could do noting to break the kiss. She found herself overcome by emotion. He wasn't exactly wrong: his penis had certainly been an impressive sight, but she didn't want to have sex like this. Deep down at a biological level she had been set off by his fondling of her crotch, she was all too aware of the dampness developing in her vagina. Sam Morrison let go of the scared babysitter. He moved back and gave her some space. Lauren wasn't sure what to think. "Do you want to do this?" Lauren swallowed roughly. What did he mean? She was sure he was about to rape her. Was he giving her a choice? He brought his hands to her waist and undid the first button on the fly of her jeans. A tear rolled out down Lauren's cheek and dropped to the floor. She wasn't sure what to do. His kind and calm nature might be deceiving. If she said no, he'd surely rape her, maybe even kill her. There was no way he could let her go after his manhandling of her. She looked at the man as he stroked her thighs softly. She was growing more sexually charged as the seconds went by. If she consented, maybe she could keep control of the situation... but then, she'd lose her virginity under duress. The man leaned in to kiss her. He slowed down as he approached her lips, allowing her to complete the movement. She couldn't refuse. It was the only safe option. Her lips touched his, and immediately his hands began to rush over her body again. She managed to push him back. "But what about your wife?" "Not here," he repeated. "Lauren, ever since you saw me naked in the bathroom and I saw how you looked at me I've need you. I've thought about that incident every day ever since." Lauren moved him back against the wall and reciprocated his kiss. She still wasn't sure this was the right thing to do, but was suddenly overcome by emotion. She was on now, she hadn't had sex in who knows how long, and in an instant, the thought of how she could face Mr. Morrison's wife and son after they'd fucked went out the window. "Lauren," Mr. Morrison gasped. He grabbed her hot ass and lifted it up so she was off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his and continued kissing him tentatively, still slightly reluctant. He stroked her hair and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. Lauren sat down on the bed. Sam lifted her top off and removed her hanging bra exposing her perfect breasts. "What are you going to do to me?" Lauren asked as he pinched both her puffy erect nipples. It was a stupid question. He kissed her again and managed to slyly whisper, "Call me Sam," before he lay on top of her. After a while she got up and kneeled on the bed. Sam got off and groped her ass as she started to undo the rest of the buttons on the fly of her jeans. She knew what she had to do now. She pulled down his pants and his boxer shorts and marveled at his soft cock. He'd shaved most of his pubic hair but had left a small blond tuft above the hilt of his pole. Lauren took his cock in her hands and started massaging it. "Suck my cock, Lauren. Let me show you how to love." No more words were spoken as she hesitantly bent over to take Sam's cock in her mouth. She'd never had any such contact with another male's penis before. Sure, she'd seen porn, she knew how to do it, but she was still unsure about everything. She paused before finally deciding just to enjoy the moment as much as she could. She knew now that she needed to have sex. Her back arched and her ass poked out, presenting itself in the air, restricted behind the tight denim jeans. Her breasts retained their perfect curves, bouncing about as she began to move her head back and forth on Sam's cock. His cock began to grow erect in her mouth. It was a little thicker than average, enough to make her spread her mouth widely. Any shortcomings in big-cock-thickness were more than made up by his full eight-inch length. His cock was the perfect penetrating machine: balanced thickness and length with a slight upwards curl that would make any woman scream with pleasure when being taken from behind. Lauren continued working on his cock, tightening her lips around the hard steel-like rod to create more friction like a professional. Sam put one hand behind her head, encouraging her to move her head further down his pole. She gagged slightly as his cock head began going further down her throat. She continued gagging as Sam started jarring his hips forward. Her head was now at the hilt of his cock, and Sam sighed loudly at her deepthroating of his full length. Lauren gagged as he let her withdraw her head. His penis was covered with saliva, and thick strands of Lauren's spit trailed from her mouth to the pink head of his cock. Sam pushed her head back onto him. Now that his cock was lubricated with her spit she moved her hand up and down his pole while she focused her efforts on the head. "Suck that cock, baby," Sam gasped with pleasure as she rolled her tongue around his glans. She pulled her head back away off his penis again. More spit drooled from her mouth and onto the bed. She fondled his big balls and stared in amazement at how much they drooped from his cock; almost a full three inches. Sam gasped again as she slowly licked up from the base of his penis up to the head. He stopped her from going down on his cock again. "If you don't stop you're going to make me cum," he said as he planted a big kiss on her mouth. She slyly shoved her tongue down his throat before he could pull away, giving him a distant taste of his own precum. He held her close to his chest as she stripped him of all the clothes he was still wearing. "I'm going to stave off my orgasm for as long as possible, so when I do cum, I can spill as much cream as possible over that big, hot ass of yours," he said, squeezing her ass again. "How about we get all of that denim off of that ass?" He kneeled on the bed behind her and rubbed his now fully hard cock over her ass. He kissed her neck as squeezed her tits as he unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants. She was wearing pink skin tight boy shorts. Lauren had become so aroused when clamping down on his cock that her juices had dripped freely from her pussy all over her panties. Her pussy lips made a clean bulge in the fabric with all the blood running to her labia. Sam wrapped his arm around her waist. He rubbed, squeezed, and poked her labia through her panties. Teased and heavily aroused, Lauren threw her head back onto his shoulder and screamed with pleasure. "You've been hot all this time, haven't you, you little slut?" Sam grinned. He gave her butt a little spank and squeezed the toned cheeks. He threw her back onto the bed. She rested her head against the pillow as he clambered on top of her and took her right nipple into his mouth. Lauren couldn't help but moan at the pleasure of her nipples being taken to. This turned him on even more as he tugged on her solid nipple. He abused her breast with his other hand, tugging at it and pushing it upwards. He left both breasts as he moved down and focused on the large bulge in her panties again. He squeezed the lips together and slapped her pussy over and over again. Lauren repeatedly jolted her hips forward. Sam was starting to play rough and dirty, abusing her sex. She tried to tell him to stop, she tried to put an end to it, but she couldn't ignore her hard and erect nipples and the pool of sex juice that had darkened her pretty pink panties: she'd never been so aroused before in her life. Lauren looked at him vulnerably as he turned her around so she was face down on the bed. "Let's strip the last thing covering that pussy," he said as he groped her ass. He stuck a finger into her little puckered asshole and rubbed the fabric up against her soft flesh. She moaned again as the nerve endings sparked up in bliss. He spanked her again and licked her cheeks while continually probing her undercarriage and the outer limits of her pussy. Lauren gasped and for the first time moaned his name softly. Sam knew she'd come around. He had her now. She continued to cry out lustily as he flipped her around again so her back was on the bed. He raised her legs up and in one quick motion ripped the boy shorts off her pussy and off her legs. Lauren gasped again as the colder room temperature air hit her labia, causing her to get even more stimulated. Sam looked at the twenty-one year old babysitter's pussy. It was perfectly formed and had soft, puffy lips ready to be penetrated past. It was fully shaved. He put his head down near her pussy. He spread her clitoral hood apart with his fingers and used a thumb to rub and push on the nub, causing her to pant heavily. She was so hot he suspected that that would have been enough to make her melt on the spot but he shoved his tongue in between her fleshy folds and probed between her pussy lips. Pervert 2000 Ep. 01 Lauren lay back in absolute ecstasy as Sam continued to use his tongue and his thumbs to bring her closer to breaking point. He was beginning to sense that she was close to orgasm, especially since she had began grinding her crotch over his chin and nose. He drew his face away and halted work on her pussy. He was going to make her cum a lot tonight, but he wanted to open her up and only give her closure while she was being penetrated. He adjusted his upright posture so he could spread her legs more easily. With out any warning he jarred his palm right onto her clit and started rubbing it up and down over the erect nub frantically. Lauren arched her neck back and screamed in pleasure at the ceiling, shouting Sam's name over and over again. She would never have guessed this would have happened to her tonight, but here she was, spread out on the bed letting her albeit infrequent employer drive her to the boiling point. Any inhibitions she'd left before seemed to have disappeared completely. Just as abruptly as he started the rubbing he stopped, not letting her achieve her peak. Lauren panted uncontrollably. Sam pushed his index finger through the folds of her pussy and penetrated deep into her vagina. The sudden insertion surprised Lauren, and her vaginal muscles clasped tightly to the thin rod that was penetrating her. She was tighter than Sam had thought she would be from how she looked. He was rubbing up against her walls and pressuring them heavily with just two fingers. His cock would stretch and split her apart for sure. He dropped his head and continued to work on her clitoris with his tongue. The wet probing and strong finger fucking of her sex pushed Lauren over the brink. Panting and screaming in an outburst of pleasure, Lauren rammed her hips and crotch up against Sam's fingers in the biggest orgasm she'd had in her life. The pent up pressure and tension had caused her to explode. For the first time in her life Lauren ejaculated by the stimulation of a male. "That's what I thought, baby," Sam said as he jammed his two fingers further up her pussy, Juice was seeping out over his fingers. After half a minute the biggest orgasm of Lauren's life began to subside. Sam withdrew his fingers and collected as much pussy juice as possible on them. He slid up next to her and kissed her. When he withdrew from her mouth he quickly shoved his cum-coated fingers back in. Lauren opened her eyes widely with surprise at tasting her own sex for the first time. She suckled on his fingers and quickly took to the slightly tangy taste of her fluid. Sam kissed her again and shared the taste of her vagina. "You are such a dirty babysitter," he said to her. He moved behind her and lifted her so that they were both on their sides. He lifted her right leg up and pulled her waist together with his to keep their bodies together. With his hand he nestled the head of his solid cock in her lips. He quickly shoved all his length straight up her vagina. His cock met with some resistance but he just kept on pushing. He didn't want to give her time to prepare; now he was going to start playing rough and dirty. Before Lauren could even utter a word to tell him to stop, he withdrew his cock slightly and started shoving it up her pussy, in and out, in and out, in and out. Lauren's tight pussy wasn't built to take such a big penis so quickly, and his ravaging of her sex started to cause her pain. She wanted to tell him to stop but she couldn't say anything because from the pain also came such pleasure and ecstasy that she had never felt before. His cock was ruling her pussy, and the repeated insertion and penetration caused so much friction that she thought her vagina was melting. All she could do was to go along with it, she knew that his cock would soon push her walls apart and she wouldn't be as tight. In the meantime she went along with his rocking and moved her hips in time with his pumping. She yelped over and over again from the painful yet extremely pleasurable sensations. Sam tugged on her leg and pulled it up even more so he could get deeper and deeper into her love box. Lauren closed her eyes and moaned repeatedly with each shove of the dagger. No words, neither of them could manage it. After a mere minute their bodies had developed a slippery film of sweat that aided them in rubbing together. Lauren felt her walls beginning to adjust to his supreme girth. She slipped a hand under and rubbed some of the escaping vaginal fluid over the lower depths of Sam's cock. Every bit of natural lube would help. After she'd collected all of the emanating juice she spread her hood with her index and ring fingers and used the middle one to rub her clit in time with Sam's fucking of her. After a while Sam stopped and withdrew. Both panted heavily. Lauren turned and lay back on the bed. Sam scaled her body. "You need to lube my cock up," he managed before he stuffed him cock into her mouth again. This time she got an even stronger taste of her sex. Sam raised her head and laid a pillow underneath it so it was easier for her to get deeper. He kept his hands behind her head and started pumping his cock into her mouth, fucking her throat. She let go of his penis, not needing to stimulate it anymore, and instead placed both hands on his ass, aiding him to get deeper down mouth passage. She'd never fucked so roughly and in such a primal way before. It was all new. She knew most woman would hate the strong way in which Sam handled her. She even thought she would as well, but for some reason it had become more a matter of enjoyment. After seeing what Sam had done to her so far, most people would think that she was being raped. Maybe she was being raped, but if so, she was having the best time of her life. He continued to nail her throat. His testicles were banging against her chin. They'd risen a fair bit since she'd blown him at the start of their exchange. He knew his balls were preparing sperm for him to blow out all over her soft, vulnerable body. Still, it would take quite a bit more fucking yet. He lifted her head and began softly pulling on her hair. With what he'd done to her so far, he'd seen that she'd largely derived pleasure from the rough fuck he'd dealt to her. Even so, he didn't want to actually start hurting her... for the time being anyway. Lauren pursed her lips and let him control her head. She knew that fucking her in such a way was giving him permission to do whatever he wanted to her. As long as she was in ecstasy like she was now she could never stop him. Raping her throat was his way of claiming her as his property, and she was more than willing to let him. Sam leaned over her and placed his hands on the headboard of the bed, thus centralizing all his weight. He let Lauren rest her head back on the pillow and slowly he dropped his waist straight onto her head. He pushed all of his meat straight down her throat. She began gagging again, spreading warm saliva all over his cock. It was beginning to drip down her throat and she was getting uncomfortable. After a few moments Sam withdrew his soaked cock from her mouth. He shoved his balls back in so she could work on them as he rubbed his cock over her nose and her eyes. Her own saliva soon coated her face and it began to dry after a while. She was beginning to feel used up and dirty, and best of all, she was enjoying it. Sam pulled his balls out of her mouth and kneeled on the bed again. "Turn around and kneel up on the bed so I can take you from behind." She did as he said. "Make me cum again, Sam," she moaned as he pushed his cock deep into her pussy again. "Sam," she said again and he started ramming and pumping his shaft again. She tried to speak again as he continued nailing her doggy style but all she could hear was the sound of her moaning. She grunted as he moved his hands around her waist. He withdrew his hard cock from her vagina and shoved all eight inches back in again, without pausing to wait. As he slammed into her pussy more hastily she felt pressure building up again in her vagina. "Sam!" she screamed out in elation, "Sam, I'm going to cum, Sam!" Sam placed his thumb over her small, cute puckered asshole and slowly stroked it. The sensitive tickling sensation caused her to peak a second time. She cried out in joy and amazement as she felt her pussy writhe in orgasm. Juices flooded her love nest, but because it was filled with all of Sam's meat they had nowhere to go but out. Lauren continued to cry out as the sex fluid gushed out of her pussy. It streamed over her lips and over his cock and even dripped past his balls and directly out of her hole and onto the bed. Lauren continued crying out. She hoped that Sam would stop; she'd had more than she could take. Her vagina was starting to go numb from an orgasm that hadn't yet subsided even sixty seconds. Two minutes later, Sam pulled his red cock out. It glistened with pussy juice and pulsed heavily with every touch. His balls were stuck right up to his body now; he was ready to blow any moment. Lauren turned around. She saw the movement and the sensitivity of his pole and she moved her hands down to start rubbing it. Sam stopped her and held her hands back. He pinched the head of his cock. "I'm not done with your pussy yet, baby." "I'm not sure how much more I can take, Sam," Lauren replied softly. Her voice was gone with all the panting she'd done. "Are you going to stop me?" he whispered, passionately kissing her. He entwined his tongue with hers and held his mouth there. When he pulled back he pushed her head down onto his cock and let her suck him again. He had held back his orgasm but he knew he couldn't last more than a few more minutes. He wanted to get her in the cowgirl position for a while, and then he'd blow his load all over her hot asshole. He couldn't wait to see how much cum he'd built up after twenty minutes of relentless fucking. With what he'd done to her he knew most guys wouldn't be able to last a mere five. Lauren tasted her own pussy again and reveled on his cock. What he said was right. She wouldn't stop him even if he fucked her five or six more times. She knew he was ready to blow, though, and wondered how much more he could last. Sam pulled her away and withdrew his cock from her mouth, which had done more than enough to please him today. This time he lay down on the bed. "Mount me, Lauren. Make me cum, baby." "Tell me when you're going to cum. I'm not on birth control or anything, okay?" With that she mounted his eight-inch rod, turning away from him so that she could keep an eye on his balls. She enjoyed the cowgirl position better and she had easier control over how much of his meat she would stuff in her. Lauren had secreted so much fluid that his entire penis slipped easily into her vagina. She came up and went down on it once. Lauren moved a hand down and started to fondle his balls. She rose and went down on his cock again and started rubbing his testicles with the palm of her hand like he'd done to her. She did it a third and forth time and before long they were in a rhythmic fuck cycle again. Lauren closed her eyes and wondered if he could possibly last long enough to make her peak a third time. Sam banged her again and again. He'd waited just the right amount of time so that he had a while again before he'd be ready to come. From her panting he knew that she was starting to get closer and closer to orgasm again. He laughed as he thought that she'd only had sex a few times before, and probably with guys that had tiny cocks. She had no idea what was coming up for her soon. Today was going to be an experience she'd never forget, but the future for her would make what he was doing to her now pale in comparison. He slipped his hands over her breasts and squeezed them tightly. He alternated between squeezing her boobs and tweaking her nipples, and, sure enough, after a mere ten seconds of fondling her breasts, Lauren achieved orgasm a third time. This time she'd run out of vaginal fluid, but her moaning and increased tempo almost made Sam blow his load in her pussy. He quickly pulled his cock out of her. It had grown thicker and longer in preparation for him to blow his load. Lauren turned around and poked her ass out in the air in order for him to cum over it like he wanted to. She turned her head so she could watch the event. Sam pointed his cock at her butt and stroked it once. On the second stroke, he blew. He closed his eyes and moaned; Lauren gasped in amazement as string after string of sperm flew out across her ass. Sam's spunk coated her buttocks. Even after five ejaculations he was still firing fully sized blows. He aimed for Lauren's puckered asshole and squeezed the last few shots out, creampie-ing her little hole. Sam moved around to the other side of the bed and gave Lauren his cock. She put it in her mouth and savored as much of the salty semen taste as possible. "That was fun," he said. Lauren stared at him through the mouthful of meat. She spat his member out, rubbed her hand in the pool of his cum that he shot on her butt, and mixed the saliva in her mouth with the sperm. Sam stroked her hair as she sucked and swallowed every last drop, relishing in the taste. "Good girl," he grinned. Lauren smiled back at him, having no idea of what was coming up next. Pervert 2000 Ep. 02 Episode Two: The Darkness An hour had passed since Lauren's tri-orgasm affair. She was worn out, and understandably so. The two new lovers lay on the bed together, cuddling, arms around each other. They kissed passionately every now and again. Sam didn't mind the scent of his sweat and the taste of his semen all over her body and in her mouth. He turned and glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. The digital panel blinked back at him. It was 9:22 p.m., just about an hour and a half after Lauren had arrived. He focused his glance back on her, losing himself in her deep blue eyes. Deep blue eyes that he knew would not look as happy after a few days. "I want you to spend the night with me," he said sweetly to her. Lauren returned his stare and smiled. "But what about your wife? Won't Angela be returning from her relatives soon?" "No," Sam replied. "They flew in to their country house. I told her that if she was going all the way out there to see them that she might as well stay a few days." Sam smiled. "If you're fine with it, I'll have your hot body for awhile yet." Sam kissed her soft forehead. "Okay, Mr. Morrison," Lauren replied slyly. Her mouth curled in a dirty manner. "I'll play with you for a little while longer." "If that's the case," Sam said, "you should ring your mother and tell her you're spending the night here tonight." Lauren rolled off the bed and slowly walked out of the room. The air was cold and the wild savage fuck she just had had left her waist slightly numbed. She knew the Morrison household quite we thanks to the babysitting jpb. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, reaching for the phone. She dialed her home number. After a few rings her mother picked up on the other line. "Hi Mom!" Lauren said. "Hi honey," her mother replied. "Do you want me to come and pick you up?" "Actually Mom, Daniel's having a bit of a tough night tonight and Angela asked me if I wouldn't mind staying the night with him, to make sure he sleeps well, you know." "Oh..." Lauren's mother trailed. "Is something wrong?" "N-No," Lauren said, "he's just a bit restless. It's just his age. I didn't want to refuse when they asked me, and it's good money anyway." "Okay Lauren. Well, you keep safe. If you need anything, just call me." "Thanks Mom... I love you." "I love you too, Lauren... See you tomorrow." *** Lauren put the receiver back in its cradle. Her mother sounded like she didn't believe her story. Anyway, it didn't matter. She walked back up the stairs and opened the door to the bathroom. The light was on and Sam was inside, washing his hands. He looked at her, waiting for her to say something. "I told my Mom you asked me to stay the night to take care of Daniel." "Okay," Sam responded. "I just need to pee," Lauren said, blushing a bit. "Go ahead," Sam said. He turned off the tap and leaned back against the wash basin. "Usually I pee with no one watching," she said, raising her eyebrows. Sam embraced her and held her close. "I want to know everything about you, Lauren. I want us to be together." He sat her down on the toilet and resumed his position against the wash basin. His cock bobbled about with every movement. It was semi-hard again. Lauren squirmed on the toilet. Sam took his cock in his hand and started stroking it. "Everything you do turns me on, Lauren," he groaned as he pleasured himself. "I want to watch you take a piss, I want to watch you take a dump. I want you," he said. Lauren couldn't really believe what she was hearing, and it made her uncomfortable knowing that a guy wanted to get off watching her urinate. "I don't feel comfortable doing this," she trailed. He focused his gaze on her vulva and gave her an expectant look. "Go ahead," he said. "Just let it go." "I really don't want to, Sam," Lauren pushed. "Do you do this with Angela?" she said, giving a nervous laugh. "Of course!" Sam exclaimed. "Angela is nice and kind up front, but deep inside she is the dirtiest slut on the face of this earth. She takes anything. I've pissed on her; made her drink it, made her deepthroat me for an hour – all the time making her gag – she derives pleasure from everything. She said to me a few days ago that she wanted to try shit plays but I had to tell her that I didn't want to go that far." Lauren's jaw dropped. "So if she's so perfect then why do you want me?" "Because you're younger. More vulnerable. Deep down inside you know you love to be hammered. You love to be manhandled. You love the dirty crap." Lauren knew that deep down inside she hated all of that. For some reason though, she felt like she didn't mind it coming from Sam. It was as if he had a special power over her. She stared at him blankly. He moved a hand under her pussy entrance and started massaging her labia. He squeezed the top and tugged on her clit. Involuntarily she broke and urine started flowing out. "There's my girl," he said, stroking his cock while looking at the stream of urine. Lauren started feeling woozy. Something wasn't right. This was sick. When the flow of pee stopped she leaned against the wall in shock. Sam corrected her posture and held her upright. He slid his cock into her slippery pussy, which had tightened again over the last hour. Lauren moaned slightly in pain and shock. Sam withdrew his cock and sat her back down. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth, and pushed her head back against the water tank of the toilet. He shoved his full meat, hard and pulsing, covered with her own urine and stench, straight down her throat. She gagged at the sudden intrusion and after a few moments began dry wrenching. The sick, salty taste of her own piss was turning her senses inside out. Sam took it as an opportunity to push more of his cock down her throat. With his right hand he collected her hair into a makeshift ponytail and yanked hard on it, pulling her head back. Lauren had no idea what was happening to her. Suddenly, in the past two minutes, Sam's attitude towards her had changed with the snap of his fingers. She tried to push his words out of her head. 'You love being manhandled. You love the dirty crap.' However hard she tried the words ringed around her mind and bounced in and out of her ears. Sam was pushing all of his eight inches further and further down her throat. She hated the taste of her own piss and sex combined, but she couldn't help but feel aroused by his arrogant and masculine actions. She started to feel her vagina getting wet again and her mind was a blank. She started to move her mouth up and down on the hilt of his cock, and tried to suck while constantly gagging. Sam felt her reluctant acceptance of his penis. He pulled upwards on her right eyebrow, forcing her to open her eyes. Her right eye was stretched open and she looked straight back at him. "You like it, don't you, you little slut!" Sam laughed. He let go of her hair and eyebrows and pushed her head down further on his cock. He was getting ready to blow. This time he would blow his full load in her mouth. He started pumping his cock in her throat, withdrawing slightly and then pushing back in. Her tongue licked his shaft up and down and she whimpered through his meat. Without warning her or giving her notice he reached orgasm and started firing his load. She felt his hot cum gush down her throat, the stick fluid coating the back of her mouth. It dripped down her pipe. Sam blew three, four times into her mouth and then withdrew. Lauren's face was a mess. Massive amounts of saliva covered her lips and chin and dripped down onto her bare breasts and thighs. She started coughing as Sam laughed. He crouched by the toilet seat and started rubbing her back and neck to make her feel better. Sperm started dripping from her mouth. Her lips were covered in a foul mixture of saliva, semen, and slight traces of her own vaginal fluids and urine. She continued coughing while she gave Sam a quick glance of hate. He helped her stand up and walked her the few feet to the wash basin. She turned on the hot water tap and moaned with relief as she clean her face and body. She felt dirty. She wished she could spend a day in the shower. All the while Sam held her body. She wished he wouldn't. She didn't have the energy to stop him. "That wasn't so bad, was it sweetheart?" He kissed her head, shoulders and neck. She pulled away from him and stood in the open doorway. "I didn't enjoy that, you know," she managed to say. "I don't think I should be here." "Don't be ridiculous!" Sam smiled. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you." He approached her and stroked her hair, holding her face warmly. "Why did you do that to me?" Lauren cried out. "You enjoyed it. That's why you don't feel right. You know you liked it." "Stop saying that!" she screamed at him. She tried to convince herself she didn't like it, but she couldn't stop his words from penetrating and taking over her mind. "C'mon," he said. He held her hand and led her back to his bedroom. Her saliva was still dripping from his semi-hard cock. He hadn't lost his erection. He sat her down on his bed. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Lauren." He dropped his head and bit his lip. She didn't reply. Sam stood up and opened the draw of his bedside table. He took a key out and opened a side compartment in a large dresser at the front of the room. "Angela and I collected all these dirty toys and sex toys." He looked back at Lauren and smiled. "This is our little dirty sex collection, if you will." He took out a pair of black fluffy handcuffs, closed the compartment and sat back down next to the frozen Lauren. He stroked her hair back. "I'll make you feel better again, okay?" He spread her out on the bed and kneeled, with each leg around her waist so she couldn't move. She didn't respond as he took her right hand and snapped one end of the handcuff around it. As soon as she heard the metallic 'click' of the handcuff Lauren jumped. "Sam..." she whispered. "What are you doing?" Sam closed the other end of the handcuff around a decorative wooden pole under the headboard of the bed. Lauren moved her left arm but couldn't avoid Sam grabbing it and handcuffing her with the second cuff to the headboard. Both her arms were now locked above her head. Lauren tried to kick her legs to get him off her but she couldn't. She couldn't move her arms and now she was completely vulnerable. She feared what was coming up. "Sam, please let me g—". Her voice was muffled as Sam shoved his tongue deep inside her mouth. "Just relax, Lauren," Sam said. "You'll feel better after another couple of orgasms." With that he left the room. "Sam!" Lauren screamed. "Sam, don't do this to me! You can't do this to me!" She heard him descending down the stairs. Frantically she tugged on the headboard and yanked on the handcuffs, but it was no use. The headboard was made for this kind of sex play. She was trapped on a kinky sex bed. She knew that she would hate whatever was coming up next. Even Sam's charm that had swayed her judgment before wouldn't change her mind now. He was going to rape her. After a minute of struggling, Lauren gave up. Sam walked back into the room. In one hand he held a dark and long cucumber. It was sixteen inches long and at least two and a half inches thick. In the other hand he held a bottle of raspberry flavored personal lubricant. With him he also had a large, cube-like cushion that he dropped on the floor. Lauren's face was motionless in an expression of anguish. "Please, Sam!" she cried out. Tears started to form in her eyes causing her eyeliner to blur. Sam sat down on the bed next to her. "Just relax, Lauren," he said sweetly. "You have no idea how much pleasure this is going to give you. Just lay back and don't struggle, okay hon?" He bent over and kissed her softly on her forehead. Lauren let her head drop down back onto the pillow. Maybe Sam was right, maybe she would enjoy it. She couldn't stop the tears streaming from her eyes. They ran down her face and onto the pillow. "Oh, honey," Sam said, kissing her again. "You know I really care about you." He used his thumb to dry away her tears. "Okay sweetie, I need you to turn around, okay? You know what's cool about these handcuffs? There's a rotateable hinge in between both cuffs so you can turn around the 'captive'" – he said this with a laugh – "at any time. I need you to turn around and lie on your stomach." Lauren did so. In a way, she realized that she was giving into him again and she had no idea what he'd do to her, but she couldn't help going along with him. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. "You'll see," he said. "Arch your back so your butt is popped out into the air." Lauren complied and Sam placed the cube cushion under her stomach. "There. Now you can place all your weight on the cushion and not feel uncomfortable." He spanked her ass playfully. "Why do you need the cucumber and the lube, then?" She feared that she already knew the answer, but Sam didn't reply. He opened the bottle of lube and squirted some on her small, tight asshole. Sam started massaging the orifice with the lube and before Lauren knew it he had two and eventually three fingers deep in her pooper. "Sam..." Lauren whimpered. She was finding it hard to talk due to the new feeling of something going up her ass. She was a complete anal virgin, and his warm slippery fingers felt strange sliding up her anus. "Sam... I don't think I can have anal sex." No response. "Sam, please don't anal me. Sam!" "I'm not going to stick my cock up your ass, Lauren." The sick feeling Lauren had felt on the toilet hit her again like a tidal wave. "The cucumber... Oh my god, Sam! It's too big! You can't do this to me, you'll kill me!" Sam took his fingers out of her butt and cleaned his lubed-up fingers by smearing them on her butt cheeks. He spanked her again, this time more roughly. She let out a little yelp. "You'll love it. Trust me." He picked up the cucumber and covered it with more lube out of the bottle. Once he was satisfied it was slick enough he opened her little winker again with his fingers and placed the tip of the cucumber inside her constricted hole. "Don't resist and you'll be fine, Lauren." "Ahhhhh!" Lauren burst out, clenching her teeth. "The more you resist, the more uncomfortable it'll feel and the more it'll hurt." Sam continued pushing the cucumber up her anus. Slowly but surely, her sphincter muscles relaxed and accepted the new intrusion against her will. Sam poured more lubricant all over her ass, on the cucumber and in her asshole. Lauren moaned, screamed and cried out, trying to resist the cucumber. She hated the full feeling it gave her and the thing she hated most was that it felt good. "I know it feels good in a weird way, Lauren," Sam said. "Just don't resist it and you'll be fine," he repeated. After a minute eight inches of the vegetable were well in her anus and in her rectum. He pushed on the cucumber a final few times and managed to get it in a full ten inches. Six inches of the rod still jutted out of her extraordinarily dilated hole. "No, no, no, no!" Lauren cried out as more tears began emerging from her eyes. "It'll hurt a bit, Lauren, but I know it's starting to feel normal up there and I know it'll be the best thing you've ever felt in your life when you cum." He started stroking his cock to get it fully hard. "This is cool, feel this," he said. He wound up his hand and spanked her ass brutally. "Ahhhhh!" Lauren screamed out again. He butt clenched itself in defense and the whole vegetable moved up and down her anus with each clench. "Ohh..." Lauren moaned. This was the thing that hurt most. She was being abused and humiliated by this man she felt so attracted to, and the worst thing was that he was right: it felt so good. "I was right, wasn't I?" Sam smiled. "It does feel good to have ten inches of that thing right up your little pooper." He removed the cube cushion and held up her waist, supporting her with his hands. "I'm going to slide under you now, Lauren, and you're going to place all of your weight on my body. I don't want you to fight me, okay?" She didn't respond. "Any brash moves and that cucumber will start to hurt you. I can tell it's your first time because of the tightness. Get ready, sweetie." Sam slowly spread her legs and eased himself under her so they were face to face. He helped Lauren ease herself down onto him. Then he reached under her, grabbed his steel hard penis, aimed the head at her vulva and pushed in with one stroke. Lauren moaned and said his name repeatedly as he slowly started fucking her vagina. With every stroke in and out the cucumber would move as well. Her ass clenched tightly onto it and never let it go. She was full and it felt good. "Sam..." Lauren moaned. He paused to kiss her passionately. She had fallen for him again. He had done some terrible things to her, and still she'd broken again. She knew she needed to cum to feel better again. Sam continued to buck his hips and slide deeper and deeper into his babysitter. He wrapped his arms around her ass and grasped the end of the cucumber. With every pump he'd move the cucumber around her anus: pulling it out slightly, twisting it or pushing it even deeper in. With every movement of the monolithic vegetable Lauren would yelp out and raise her head in agony, and with every yelp of hers Sam would pump more brutally, harder, faster, unrelenting. Sam could feel the massive cucumber rubbing against his cock on the other side of her pussy. He knew she was getting closer and closer to orgasm, as he was himself. He grabbed the cucumber and started to stroke it in and out of her butt, timing it so it alternated with his own penetrations. Lauren screamed out in anguish as the vegetable moved six inches out of her ass then pushed back in, just in time before her muscles tightened up again. "Aaahhhhh!" she yelled, before she started panting again: "Aah, aah, aah, aah, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" Within a minute she achieved her fourth orgasm of the night. She arched her back and convulsed heavily on Sam's cock. She felt the cucumber proceeding further into her bowels as her whole body shook. It was the strongest orgasm she had in her life. Pussy juice squirted out all over Sam's pole. Suddenly he found himself slipping around recklessly inside her small, shaking body. After two minutes of utter bliss and palpitations, Lauren collapsed on Sam. She had temporarily lost consciousness from the strong high. On the verge of orgasm himself, Sam withdrew from her and slid away from under her body, laying it softly on the bed. He carefully withdrew the cucumber from her anus and dropped it on the floor. He flipped her around so her back was on the bed and kneeled above her stomach. Sam pinched her nipple strongly for a second, then relinquished his grip and slapped her breast. A red mark appeared as Lauren winced but didn't open her eyes. He did it again, yanking strongly on her rock-hard nipple and slapping the C-cup jug. After a third time, with a raw red color enveloping her tit, Lauren awoke. She looked at Sam with a twisted expression on her face. "Hey," Sam said. He stroked his still hard cock twice and started ejaculating instantly. He blew his cum all over her face. She closed her eyes to avoid the milk spray. After three shots, he grabbed her head and pulled it closer to his penis. He drew her long hair together and fired what was left of his sticky cream straight into her blonde hair. When he'd blow the last of his load he wiped the semen on her face off with her hair. Lauren's hair was a mess. It had been roughed up, and most of it was covered in Sam's sperm. The sperm had already started to dry and clot to the strands. She was still groggy after the rape fuck and the strong orgasm she'd just had. She felt sick and used up. Pervert 2000 Ep. 02 "There you go, you little slut," Sam said. He slapped her face so she would wake up. He lifted her head up from her jaw. "Try and get some sleep, okay?" he said. "You've got a big day tomorrow." *** It was morning. Lauren had been handcuffed to the bed all night. She had been forced to lie there, spread-eagled, and naked. Even so, she tried to get some sleep and eventually dozed off. Now she was wide awake. Lauren discerned from the bedside clock that it was 6:49 a.m. She thought back over the past night and knew that she should have left when Sam started making advances on her. Sam was out of sight now, probably in another room or downstairs. Lauren shivered from the slight cold in the air. Sam's conduct towards her had certainly changed. He wasn't kind and loving anymore. She craned her neck and looked down at her left breast. It wasn't as red anymore from where he'd pinched it and hit her. It wasn't even bruised. In a way, she was lucky. She shuddered thinking what that man must do to his wife, and yet he believed him when she said she enjoyed it. Lauren didn't enjoy it anymore. She knew she was a captive now. The double penetration last night was rape. It was just dumb luck that Sam had found her at a vulnerable moment – after abusing her and raping her in the bathroom – when she needed to feel good and achieve bliss. Lauren tugged on her handcuffs. There was no chance of them breaking or weakening at the rotateable center hinge. At least they were covered in the soft black velvet fuzz so the metal didn't irritate her wrists. All of her waist hurt. Sam had pushed the cucumber in too deeply, and any movement now caused her to feel raw and beaten internally. She could feel her two holes as well; both were dilated, far more open than before. Her asshole didn't clench as well anymore. Sam had used her up well. She felt sick thinking that that man had actually made her feel good, had actually made her achieve orgasm. Not anymore. She couldn't stop herself from cumming but she knew that it wouldn't feel good any longer. Now that she was fully conscious her situation started hitting her. She was hungry, thirsty, and she needed to go to the toilet. Even more, she wondered what was happening with her mother and her sixteen-year-old sister. They'd be asleep now but in an hour they'd wake up, and her mother would start ringing. She lay frozen on the bed for ten more minutes until Sam came in to pay a visit. "How are you feeling, Lauren?" he asked. He walked over to the cabinet and opened the 'sex' compartment again. Lauren didn't respond. "Well?" he repeated. He had his back turned to her so she couldn't see what he was doing. "What do you want with me?" she spat. "I want to make you feel better," Sam replied. "You make me feel sick." "I make you feel good," he said. "I make you have orgasms you've never had before in your life and you'll never have again." "By raping me?" Lauren shouted. "How can you do this to me?" Sam closed the compartment. Lauren looked in anticipation of what sex device he would be holding to use on her but when he turned around his hands were empty. Then, to her surprise, Sam simply left her and walked out of the room. Lauren continued to lie there. She squirmed uncomfortably until she heard more footsteps coming up the stairs. She sat up, waiting for Sam come back in and fuck her again. But it wasn't Sam that was at the door this time. It was a woman in her late thirties that had long chestnut brown hair, deep green eyes, a beautiful fit body and large 35C breasts. It was Angela, Sam's wife. "Angela!" Lauren exclaimed. "Sam said you'd gone away!" "No," Angela said, sitting at the foot of the bed. "I was here all of last night. Daniel has gone to my sister's of an indefinite amount of time, however." Lauren looked slightly confused but ignored it. "You have to help me, Angela!" Lauren said. "Sam's been raping me!" "I know," Angela said. "I'll help you." With the she stood up and started stripping down to her bra and panties. She let her clothes drop freely at the side of the bed. Angela was wearing traditional cotton white underwear with decorative embossing on them. Lauren could see a few faint wisps of dark brown – almost red – pubic hair just above when Angela's vulva would be. Without warning Angela jumped onto the bed and pinned down Lauren. In a quick movement Angela placed her mouth over Lauren's. She kissed the babysitter, and caressed her head and her body. "Look what Sam did to you," Angela said, unsticking Lauren's hair as best she could. "What are you doing?" Lauren blurted in surprise. Angela kissed Lauren again. Angela's mouth was perfect for giving blowjobs, she had big but-not-too-big sexy lips, a long but-not-too-long hot tongue and most importantly an open mouth and a deep, thick throat. Combined she could potentially take a guy's thick cock and his balls at once. The two women continued kissing, even though one of them tried to avoid it. Angela shoved her long tongue deep into Lauren's throat, licking the deep caverns of the twenty-one year old girl's mouth. Eventually, to Lauren's relief, Angela withdrew her tongue. "You know what Sam's been doing to me, don't you?" Lauren cried out. "And you're fine with it!" "We are going to have a lot more fun, Lauren," Angela said. She stuck two fingers deep into Lauren's pussy. "Even after that eight-inch monster you're still tight. I hate to see what some of the guys are going to do to you, honey!" Angela laughed and continued kissing Lauren. A cold sensation ran through the babysitter's body. What did Angela mean by other guys? Not more of this! After a few more kisses, Angela withdrew again and stood on the bed with Lauren in between her feet. Angela shoved a hand down her panties and fingered her own pussy for several moments in Lauren's face. Lauren could smell Angela's musty pussy juice odor from all over Angela's crotch. What did these people want with her? Why were they doing these things to her? Lauren could only wonder. Angela took her wet fingers out of her pussy. She licked one of them. "Mmm... my sex tastes so good, Lauren. You want a taste?" Lauren was about to shake her head but it was pointless anyway. Angela shoved her middle finger deep inside Lauren's mouth. Lauren couldn't help but swirl her tongue around the woman's finger. "You like it, don't you sweetie?" Angela asked. She pulled her finger out of the girl's mouth. "Why are you guys doing this to me?" Lauren cried out. Angela left her bra on and pulled her panties down. The musty odor hit Lauren even harder now as she directed her gaze on Angela's crotch. Her pussy was covered with a thick natural healthy bush of dark brown pubes. The hairs surrounding her love box were wet with anticipation. "Oohhhh, Lauren..." Angela started acting, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, "I'm so wet from thinking about you, Lauren." Angela moaned again and placed her crotch above Lauren's mouth. "Please help me, Lauren... Make me feel good, baby!" With that Angela shoved her crotch down onto Lauren's mouth. Lauren had no room to maneuver. Angela used her hands to thrust Lauren's head straight into her pussy. After a while Lauren relented and started gorging on the older female's sex and bush. "Mmm, yeah Lauren. Help me out here, make me feel good!" Angela moaned and started to grind her face on Lauren's mouth and nose. Angela's vaginal fluids soon caked her bottom's tongue, mouth and lips. All Lauren could taste or smell was Angela's sex fumes. It wasn't that the taste was bad, Lauren thought: in fact, Angela's pussy was bearable and at times even pleasant. The thing that disgusted Lauren was the actual act itself and she struggled to get her mind around how these people could do such things to another human being and still live with themselves. Lauren darted her tongue in and out of Angela's pussy. Guys had pleased her so many times with their mouths that Lauren, although never having orally given sex to another female, knew exactly how to please Angela. She realized that the fastest way to get this woman off of her mouth was to simply induce and orgasm and hope that she left after it concluded. Angela groaned as Lauren pushed her tongue repeatedly through the thick folds of her labia and kissed her pussy over and over again. She clutched Lauren's head and pushed it deeper and deeper into her crotch. "Yeah, Lauren," Angela cried out, "That's the stuff, baby! Eat me! Eat my pussy you dirty slut!" The more dirtily Angela talked the faster Lauren ate, knowing that the heavy sexual feeling would soon push her dominator over the edge. In one final movement Lauren slurped Angela's pussy fiercely as she rubbed her nose on the woman's clitoris. The two combined were enough to make Angela cum. More vaginal fluid covered Lauren's face and coated her nostrils and mouth. Angela moaned as for thirty seconds she continued to grind her pussy on the girl's face. "That was good, Lauren. Mmm, only women know how to please other women." Angela dismounted and turned around to see Sam standing in the doorway. "That was hot," he said. "But now I've got a rock hard cock and it needs some curing." "I can help you," Angela replied, grinning devilishly. Sam opened the compartment in the dresser. While he worked trying to find a sex toy Angela turned around to face Lauren. "One more thing," she said, pinching Lauren's nipple hard. "You did my pussy, now do my asshole." Angela turned around and spread her butt cheeks. She shoved her crack right into Lauren's face, placing her asshole right above Lauren's mouth. To Lauren's astonishment, Angela's asshole opened about an inch and a half almost voluntarily. With so much wild butt sex she must have gained control over her pooper. "Eat my ass, bitch!" Angela shouted. She squirmed on Lauren's face. Lauren was still trying to adjust Angela's weight when Angela pinched and twisted both of Lauren's nipples. Lauren tried to scream but instead found her tongue probing Angela's shithole. As soon as Angela felt the A2M underway she let go of Lauren's nipples. "Oh yeah," Angela began moaning. "That feels so good! Eat my shit, bitch! Eat my shit!" Lauren was close to vomiting. The rim of Angela's hole was relatively clean, but when her tongue actually entered the hole she got a sharp shit-tang taste that rocked and clung to her taste buds. She lapped at the hole, trying to penetrate it as little as possible. Sam closed the compartment and removed his clothes. He was holding two pairs of alligator-style nipple clamps with rubber covers on the end and a large, twelve-inch long and three-and-a-half-inch thick black dildo. Angela giggled at the thought of how she was about to be dominated. She reached behind her back and un-clipped her bra, all the while rocking her hips, giving Lauren a taste of her crap. Sam looked at the natural 35C breasts as they bounced around on Angela's chest. He grabbed her left breast, plucked at the massive erect nipple and clamped one side of the first pair of nipple clamps to the rosy protrusion. Angela moaned and howled with both pleasure and pain as he applied both pairs of clamps onto her breasts, with two clamps on each nipple. He then grabbed the big thick decorative monster black dildo that was not intended for sexual use, pinched Angela's clitoris and shoved it up her pussy. It slid in with ease but still almost ripped apart Angela's waist. The plastic flair held it in place. Angela cried from the pain on both her nipples and in her vagina as she rocked on Lauren's face and the unrealistically thick twelve-inch dildo. "Aahhh..." Angela sobbed. Lauren wondered how she could accept such punishment and still find pleasure in it. Meanwhile, she had almost passed out from the weight on her face and the stench in her mouth and nose. Sam mounted the bed and pointed his eight-inch long cock down at Angela's mouth. He yanked down on her hair, causing her to open her mouth wide with even more pain. "Suck on this, you whore." With that Sam shoved his entire rod down her throat and stuffed his balls in her mouth. Angela started to get used to the pain and was converting it to pleasure as she slurped on Sam's cock. She did her best to breathe as he pumped his meat further down her throat. Fortunately for Angela and Lauren Sam was almost ready to blow from the lesbian feast he'd witnessed and Angela's cries of pain. He felt his cock slide down her throat and slide around in the delicate passage. Angela's saliva had completely coated his cock which added even more lubrication. He groaned as she continued to suck on the thick meat invading her body. Lauren was relieved a few minutes later when he heard Sam tell Angela to get off her face. She thought that he'd ejaculated his load down her throat. She thought wrong. Angela did as was asked and dismounted Lauren's face. Lauren took in big gulps of air and tried to get rid of the stench in her nose. She turned her head and looked at Angela carefully removing the nipple clamps from her breasts, which were bright red with pain. She kept the dildo up her love box and started massaging the monolithic toy up and down her vagina, much to Lauren's amazement. Sam pinched Lauren's nipple and slapped her breasts, as he had the night before, causing Lauren to yelp. He then shoved his penis up Lauren's vagina and started fucking her. "What are you doing?" Lauren shouted, half crying from the red hot pain in her breasts. "I'm fucking you and I'm going to cum in you!" Sam said. "Now shut up and moan!" "But I'm not on birth control!" Lauren managed to splutter out. "That's the joke!" Sam replied. With two more strokes he began ejaculating straight up Lauren's unprotected sex. She felt his hot cum bouncing around inside her and making its way through her reproductive system with each burst. He groaned as he ejaculated more and more cream, six complete strings in total. He then withdrew and wiped the excess cum onto Lauren's stomach. Sam got up off the bed and nodded to Angela before walking out of the room.