Slut Babysitter Ch.02

Slut Babysitter: Eliza Johnson2.

'Well, that couldn't have gone any worse,' Eliza thought. Trying to maintain a positive, happy face, Eliza walked out to face the gathered press and photographers beside her lawyer, Paul Katsoolie. Inside her, though, Eliza's mind swirled. 'How could the jury not find the couple dubbed 'The Babysitter Rapists' guilty?' She wondered. 'The photographs from the scene, their fingerprints all over the house in Newcastle where the other atrocities they'd committed occurred. The body's found buried in the backyard of that house. Penny's admission on the stand that she'd chosen the young women for her and her husband to have sex with. With all that, how had the jury returned a not guilty verdict?'

"The Crown Prosecutor fucked up," Paul Katsoolie growled quietly as they stopped before the assembled press. "How the fuck he allowed the soft drink bottle evidence to be thrown out is beyond me," Facing the press, he said, "We respect the jury's decision in this matter, although we find their reasons for finding Jake and Penny not guilty confusing. We are prepared to answer some questions so long as they're respectful."

"Why did you accuse innocent people of trying to rape you?" Asked a man whose badge announced he was from The Daily Wire. "Isn't it true, as Penny Maddox said, that you'd agreed to give her husband, Jake, your virginity for five thousand dollars?"

"My virginity ship had sailed well before I was unfortunate enough to meet Jake and Penny Maddox," Eliza replied drily.

"So, not only are you admitting to falsely accusing Jake and Penny, you're admitting to trying to defraud them by pretending to be a virgin, and to being a slut?" The man asked.

Eliza didn't have to answer because her father stepped in and punched the reporter between the eyes. Paul grabbed Eliza's and Stanley's arms and rushed them into the waiting limo.

"Totally worth it," Stanley growled as he examined his fist. His knuckles were skinned but seemed intact.

"Yes," Paul agreed. "But you'll get a visit from the police this afternoon. When that happens, do not say a thing other than 'I want my lawyer present', and then call me."

"He will," Alice said firmly. She had been sitting at the back of the courtroom, fearing the verdict, and had run for the limo when she heard her worst fears confirmed.

Paul Katsoolie, who was said to be the best criminal defence lawyer in Brisbane, had warned her since the prosecutor had agreed when Jake and Penny's lawyer asked for the soft drink bottle contaminated with MDMA to be inadmissible that a not guilty verdict was quite likely. Unfortunately, Mr Katsoolie couldn't object on Eliza's behalf because he was there to represent Eliza's interests and not to help prosecute the crown's case against the Maddoxes.

"What do we do now?" Alice asked.

Paul sighed before saying, "All we can do is hope Jake and Penny decide that living in Brisbane is too uncomfortable, and they move elsewhere."

"And if they don't?" Stanley growled, re-examining his fist because it had begun throbbing.

"I'd advise that Eliza goes nowhere alone," Paul said evenly. "I could try for a TRO (Temporary Restraining Order), but the court will likely see it as a vindictive, frivolous suit and immediately toss it. Besides, TROs are typically worse than useless in stopping someone intent on harm."

"I'm not frightened," Eliza said bravely. "I will not let scumbags like Penny and Jake stop me from living my life as I see fit."

"You should be," Paul said vehemently. "Those two are bad news, and if they get hold of you, your fate will be the same as the others they've beaten, raped, and murdered."

"Yes," Eliza agreed. "But if I cower in my home, too scared to go out and do a damned thing, then they have also won. I won't be stupid and catch a bus alone like I usually would. But everything else? No. I'm living my life as I want."

Alice and Stanley exchanged worried glances, but they knew their precocious, scarily intelligent, head-strong eldest child wouldn't back down, so they just had to make the most of things.

"As long as you promise to always be with someone, Eliza," Stanley said, knowing his voice carried more weight than Alice's in these instances.

"I will, Daddy. I promise," Eliza said, relieved they weren't going to try and make her stay home like a prisoner.

A police car waited in their driveway when they got home. When the limo pulled up, Sergeant Peachey got out. He put his police hat on and then doffed it in greeting. "Sorry to bother you folks again," the sergeant said. "But the reporter put in a complaint, so I'm obliged to follow through.

"I understand, Sergeant," Stanley said resignedly.

"May I accompany you inside?"

Stanley looked at Paul, who nodded his head. They went inside and sat around the kitchen table. Blair and Rhett, who had been playing PlayStation in the lounge, joined them.

"What's up?" Blair asked.

"The Maddoxes were found not guilty," Stanley said absent-mindedly. He was wondering how much trouble he was in.

"Not good," Rhett said.

"Not good, indeed," Sergeant Peachey agreed. "However, we re-arrested them when they exited the courthouse. We're holding them on drug charges, and we know those charges will stick because their car was full of drugs and drug paraphernalia when they were arrested." He looked sternly at Eliza before saying, "That does not mean you're out of the woods, young lady. There's a good chance some idiot judge will release them pending trial. So, be sensible and ensure you're with someone when you leave your house."

Eliza agreed, and the burly copper turned his attention to Stanley. He reluctantly said, "I have to issue you a summons to appear in court for the assault of one Dimitry Grinev--reporter for The Daily Wire. You may remain silent, and anything you say may be used as evidence against you. Do you have anything to say?"

Stanley looked at Paul, who shook his head.

Sergeant Peachey sighed heavily before handing over the summons. Then he said, "You never heard this from me, but if you subpoena a copy of the reporter's questions, I doubt any jury in the world will find you guilty. I asked the guys from The Brisbane Times to keep their copy in case that asshole 'somehow lost that tape'. They'll hand it over if necessary."

"Thank you for your help, Sergeant," Stanley said politely, getting up when the beefy police officer stood. He showed the sergeant to the door before returning to the kitchen.

Paul Katsoolie looked at the family and said, "I'll pitch this case as a public service to my firm. I'm one of the senior partners, so I should be able to convince them to allow me to do the case pro bono. If not, I'll do it on my own time."

"Thank you, Paul," Alice and Stanley said together. Paul typically billed at over $3,000/hour, so limiting that expenditure was a relief.

"My pleasure," Paul said as he stood and left.

Eliza followed Paul out to where the limo waited. Although Paul was shorter and slenderer than the older men she preferred, his calm dominance was right in her wheelhouse. She thanked him at the limo's door and hinted she was available to babysit if he'd like.

Paul knew what Eliza was hinting at, but he decided to play with a straight bat. "My youngest is the same age as you, Eliza," he said, smiling. "However, I understand you're studying law. It's too late for this semester, but if you put your application in for next semester, I'll ensure you get one of the paid internships for the remainder of the year."

"That will work," Eliza said sultrily, batting her pretty eyes at the older man.

"I don't fuck my interns," Paul said flatly.

"Oh," Eliza said, taken aback. "I didn't mean to indicate I was available."

"Yes, you did," Paul grinned. "You won't be my intern." He got in his car and left.

Perplexed, Eliza watched the limo back out and drive away. Paul had led her on a merry chase, and she had no idea where she stood with him. Sighing, she looked longingly at Rob and Alannah's place. It had been four weeks since she'd spent the night fucking the older couple, and she hadn't seen or heard a peep from either of them since. She was confused about that, too. Rob had said she could serve him just a step below Alannah, but now they didn't even talk to her.

Now that the school year was in full swing and she'd started her law degree, she hadn't had much opportunity to search for older, mid-forties-plus men with delectable dad bods she could seduce. She'd worked consistently through January, but when school had returned, she was reduced to the occasional Friday or Saturday job. Still, she'd scored a job working from six until nine Monday to Friday nights at the Coles Supermarket in the same shopping centre as her old Kmart job. She was a checkout chick, or a 'terminal tart', as her father teased.

Eliza flirted with the harried older men as they impatiently waited for her to scan their items but hadn't succeeded in seducing any of them yet. Currently, Eliza's only sexual relief, other than her trusty fingers, was the occasional visits with Barry. But with the weather cooling, the excuse that she was over to cool off in the pool wouldn't work much longer. Although why Barry was so insistent that his mother didn't think they were an item and fucking was beyond her.

She went inside and up to her room. She was lying on her bed when her instant messenger chirped. She checked and saw it was Barry. "Hey, Baz. How's they hangin'?" She asked.

"Your street cred has not improved, Eliza," Barry chortled.

"Aye. But I cannae speak Scottish becaw nain can unnerstand me. Do ya ken?" Eliza replied in what she imagined was a Scottish brogue.

"I have no idea what the hell that was supposed to be. Nor do I know what the fuck you said," Barry chuckled.

"I said, 'If you want me to fuck you again, you'd better be nicer to me'," Eliza growled.

"Yes, oh she with the divine pussy," Barry dared to joke. His growing self-confidence meant whilst Barry certainly wasn't swimming in first-year pussy, he was definitely getting more interest than in his entire time in high school. He'd been on several dates and had even scored twice. Both girls wanted Barry to take them out again. Something he felt he owed Eliza for since she'd taught him how to control his orgasm and ensure he pleased his lover first.

Barry had confided in Eliza about his two conquests. Perhaps he'd hoped she would be at least a little jealous, but Eliza appeared gratified Barry's lessons had paid off for him. And him being with those women hadn't stopped Eliza fucking him when they got together.

"Why are you calling, Baz?" Eliza asked bluntly. It had been an emotional day, and all she wanted to do was get into bed, finger herself to an orgasm and then sleep.

"Mum and Dad want to know if you can babysit for them tomorrow. I'm going out with a crowd from uni and won't be home. Dad will pick you up around 5:30 if you will."

"Sure," Eliza agreed, her sweet little pussy pulsing as she remembered blowing Bruce, Barry's dad, when he took her home the last time she'd sat for them.

"Do you want to come over and catch up on the weekend?" Barry asked.

"Yeah, prolly," Eliza replied. "Call me Saturday sometime."

"Will do," Barry answered before disconnecting the call.

Eliza played with her nubbin as she relived blowing Bruce but couldn't quite get there. She called Barry back. He was lying on the bed reading a reference book. Eliza adjusted her phone so it showed her thin landing strip and engorged clitoris. "Want to help get me off?" Eliza asked coquettishly.

"Fuck, yes!" Barry exclaimed, flicking his bedding aside to show he was naked and erect.

"Hmm, nice hard-on, Barry. Is that for me?"

"Yes!" Barry averred, lying. He'd been watching a series of look-alike porn videos featuring his favourite celebrity crushes, including Dua Lipa and Selena Gomez.

"Liar," Eliza teased. "You were watching porn behind that reference book you were holding up to fool your mum."

"Maybe," Barry grinned. "So what if I was? It's hard for you now."

Eliza chuckled as her fingers stroked along her slit and dived into her slippery pussy. "So what, indeed," she purred. "Talk dirty to me, Barry."

"You rotten old vegetable, you," Barry teased. "You stale piece of bread."

"Asshole!" Eliza giggled, amused by Barry's antics despite him being ridiculous. However, Barry's mischievous playing relaxed Eliza's tension, and she began climbing toward her climactic peak.

"Your breasts feel so wonderful in my hands, Eliza," Bary purred. "I love how stiff your nipples get in my mouth and how wet your pussy gets when I slide my fingers inside you." He continued, "I love how you writhe when I massage your G-spot, and I adore how you tell me how much you enjoy making love with me. Cum for me, Eliza. Let me see your sweet nectar pour from your velvety cunt."

"Gawd, Barry!" Eliza groaned as her orgasm hit.

Barry changed to using explicit language to describe Eliza's intimate parts. "That's it, you horny slut," Barry growled. "Finger your slutty cunt and squeeze your whore tits. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."

Eliza peaked again before slowly opening her eyes and smiling at her friend. "Thanks, Baz. I needed that. I want you to cum for me, okay? Imagine me kneeling before you, begging you to cum on my face!"

"Shiitttttt, Eliza!!!!!" Barry hissed as his prostate cramped and cum blasted from his cock's eye.

The duo said goodbye again, and Eliza rolled over and immediately fell asleep.

Eliza wandered through her day, barely paying attention to her lectures and only minimally contributing to her study groups. Her mind kept replaying the night she'd almost become a victim of 'The Babysitter Rapists'. She realised that if Barry hadn't been there to help her escape in his car, she may very well have become another statistic. Something that did not sit well with her.

In between classes, Eliza perused the noticeboard--an old-fashioned concept but one that still worked. She found what she was looking for: An advert for self-defence classes. She eschewed the ones for 'women only' and took the tab with the number for the Jujutsu class off campus. Getting home, Eliza phoned the number and made an appointment to meet with the sensei the following Monday after class.

Checking the time, Eliza showered and dressed. She wore a conservative, full-length skirt below a loose-fitting top as she typically did. However, underneath these unflattering garments, she'd worn a matching white G-string and push-up bra set, white silk stockings, and suspenders. Just in case, you know? She'd convinced Bruce to allow her to blow him once, but he'd kept his distance since then. Eliza knew it wasn't a lack of desire on Bruce's part. Instead, he was fearful of getting caught and losing three-quarters of everything to his plump wife.

Bruce turned up at 5:30 as planned, and they drove to his place without saying much. Eliza could tell Bruce wanted to say something about their previous escapade but was unsure how to open the conversation. For her part, Eliza thought bringing their sex act up was gauche to the extreme, so she didn't mention it.

Eliza followed Bruce inside and said hello to Carol before turning to Bill and Eddy, Barry's younger brothers, and saying, "Okay. Who's getting their ass whooped first?"

The last battle between Eliza and the boys was a close-run thing, with Eliza purposefully throwing her third match against Bill because she thought he deserved a kiss. However, Eliza had been practising for just this moment, and tonight, she was going to hand out some drubbings.

"Be good," Carol called as she and Bruce left the house.

Eliza and the boys ignored her because Eddie, who had gone first, was already down one match and was about to lose the second.

"No fair!" Eddie protested when a flying, roundhouse kick knocked his player on her ass and out for the count. "You've been practising!"

"And you haven't?" Eliza asked archly.

"Well, yeah," Eddie admitted, changing seats with Bill. "But you're a girl, and you're not supposed to like fighter games, let alone be any good at them!"

"Oops!" Bill guffawed, knowing his younger brother had just stepped in it.

"And I suppose women should remain barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen?" Eliza asked dangerously.

Realising he'd just landed in an enormous pile of excrement, Eddie backpedalled as fast as possible. "What? Ahh, umm, no. I just meant most girls aren't any good at fighter games."

"And you think I'm 'most girls'?" Eliza questioned icily.

"Oh, umm, well, no," Eddie stumbled. "You're the best girl in the world."

"Too damned right I am," Eliza giggled, letting Eddie off the hook. "Don't make assumptions based on gender, Eddie," she admonished him. "I can be a girly girl and still kick your ass at Street Fighter."

"Which you did quite convincingly," Bill said in what he hoped was a mature, suave voice. It was somewhat marred by the squeaks at the end of his words caused by his voice breaking. Bill had turned thirteen, and things were starting to happen. For the first time since he'd met Eliza, Bill was aware she was a woman and not a 'girl who babysat him'.

However, all of Bill's supposed suaveness did him as much use as Eddie's young, gauche enthusiasm. His fighter also went down into two brutally short fights.

"Bad luck, boys," Eliza sniggered. "Now, I'm pretty sure your rooms are a boys' typically disgusting mess, so we're going to make your mum happy and clean them from top to bottom. Then, I'll put you some dinner together before kicking your asses again."

She expected some resistance, but to her surprise, the boys quickly agreed. She wandered up about twenty minutes later and found the boys had done as she'd asked. There was a pile of washing that needed doing, but everything had been picked up and put away. They hadn't even stuffed everything under their beds or in their closets as she suspected they would.

Eliza put on a load of washing before going downstairs and making dinner. Carol had left out all the trimmings to make hamburgers, so other than having to fry the patties and eggs, she didn't have to do much. The boys ate two burgers each quickly and immediately challenged Eliza to a rematch. It went about as well for them as the first round.

Even though it was a Friday night, the boys still had a curfew, which they obeyed with only minimal grumbling. Eliza hung out the first load of washing and put another on before Bruce and Carol came home. She was pulling the second load out of the washer when Carol found her.

"Oh," Carol said, amazed. "Where did all the dirty washing come from?"

"I whupped your boys' asses at Street Fighter and then told them they had to clean their rooms as my winning prize."

"Wonder if that would work for you, too, dear?" Bruce teased his wife, spinning his car keys around his finger. "Sit with us and enjoy a nightcap before I take you home, Eliza?" Bruce asked.

"Sure," Eliza agreed.

Bruce fetched shot glasses and poured some Baileys Irish Cream into them, then they sat at the table talking about the court case and whether Eliza thought she was in any danger from the perverted couple. Eliza didn't think she was considering Jake and Penny were still in jail, waiting for their court case on drug production and possession.

After a second shot, Carol announced she felt tired and was going to bed. It seemed a little sudden, but Bruce wasn't concerned, so Eliza decided she didn't need to be either. She said goodnight to the chubby older woman and waited for Bruce to suggest he took her home, which he did when he returned from helping his wife into bed.

They got into Bruce's work ute and drove away. They'd driven for about five minutes before Eliza said, "This isn't the way to my place."

"No, it isn't," Bruce grinned. "You said the last time I took you home that you wanted to fuck me. I'm hoping you still do because I'm driving towards my workplace. There's a breakroom with a single bed that I hoped we could use."

"What about Carol?" Eliza asked despite her sweet little pussy clenching at the thought of taking Bruce's enormous wang.

"I crushed two of her sleeping pills into her Baileys," Bruce admitted guiltily. "She won't wake up until midmorning tomorrow."

"You bad, bad man," Eliza grinned, sliding across the ute's bench seat and placing her hand on Bruce's swelling cock. She unzipped him and took him out. Bruce had a thick cock that was bigger than any Eliza had seen, although her next-door neighbour, Rob, was close. She undid her belt and got onto her hands and knees before gobbling him down. But no matter how hard she tried to force it in, Eliza could not get the last inch-and-a-half to go down her throat.

"We're here," Bruce panted as he desperately forced off his orgasm.

Eliza reluctantly released Bruce's cock and got out of the ute. She followed him through the entrance door and down to the breakroom. It was clear when they entered that someone had cleaned up and ensured the bed coverings were fresh. Bruce turned expectantly, hoping his kids' nineteen-year-old babysitter would be pleased. She was.

Eliza grinned and pushed Bruce's chest hard. He stumbled back and fell onto the bed. Eliza knelt and pulled Bruce's pants down far enough to gobble down his cock again. She briefly released him. "No holding back this time," she demanded. "Gift me your cum as quickly as possible."

"Gawd!" Bruce moaned as his big balls churned, ready to dump their load into his throbbing cock. He'd never heard a woman describe his cum as a 'gift' before. Then, he felt Eliza's dainty hand cupping his balls and immediately lost it. Acting instinctively, he clasped the back of Eliza's head and forced her mouth down his shaft until her lips pressed against his hairy abdomen. The sound of her choking only added to his pleasure as he erupted into her throat, blasting several spurts directly into the young woman's stomach before releasing her.

"Naughty boy," Eliza grinned, her mascara running down her face and her lipstick smeared. "I'll have to punish you for that."

"Sorry..." Bruce mumbled.

"Don't be," Eliza smiled as she stood and began dancing to an unheard track. "I loved it. So dominant and manly."

She swayed her hips and shimmied before Bruce, slowly peeling off her loose T-shirt before facing away from him and dropping it to the floor. Bruce's erection immediately roared back to life, and he reached for Eliza. She danced out of his reach before looking seductively over her shoulder at him. Eliza grabbed her long skirt and started rucking it up to reveal her silk stockings. "Oh, Gawd," Bruce moaned as Eliza's stocking tops and suspenders came into view. He unawarely reached for her ass, but Eliza danced away again.

Eliza danced toward him, showily undoing her skirt's front button and zip. Then, just out of reach, she turned, dropped her skirt and bent over at the waist, displaying her gorgeous, tight round ass in its tiny G-string to her older lover. Bruce moaned again as Eliza's thumbs slid into her G-string's lace top, and she wriggled her ass as she pulled them down her shapely legs. Eliza stepped out of her panties and then tossed them over her shoulder. They landed on Bruce's face with seemingly unerring accuracy. He snatched them off his face and smelled them appreciatively.

Eliza looked over her shoulder suggestively as she reached behind her back and undid her bra. When the clasp was undone, she turned and held the cups to her firm breasts and bent over, displaying the swells of her mounds to the awe-struck older man. Bruce hadn't been celibate before marrying Carol, but nor had he been precisely a 'lady's man'. He'd had some success at wooing his peers into bed, but he'd never come across a woman as blatantly sexual as his sons' babysitter was.

Bruce felt like a teenager with his first woman again. However, he suspected that Eliza needed a man--a real man and not some gawping teenager. He stood and took Eliza's bra in his hands. He pulled it from her unresisting fingers before growling, "On your knees and finish undressing me."

"Yes, Sir," Eliza said obediently. She knelt and undid Bruce's shoelaces so she could remove his shoes and socks. Then, she pulled his pants down to his ankles and helped him to step out of them. Being on her knees meant she was too low to remove Bruce's polo, but he took care of that for her, and Eliza leant back onto her hands to admire Bruce's lean but pot-bellied physique. Bruce wasn't gym-fit. Instead, his muscles and leanness were from years of hard physical labour, often in the harsh Queensland sun. In Eliza's opinion, Bruce was ruggedly handsome, and he had her motors swiftly revving towards her redline.

Bruce loomed over the young woman, stroking his cock, and wondering how to proceed. He accidentally did precisely what Eliza needed: He forced her onto her back and sat on her chest. Then, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed his enormous cock back into her mouth. Holding tightly, he remorselessly forced his entire cock into Eliza's mouth and down her throat, delighting as she gagged and retched. He was impressed that she didn't try to prevent him from owning her mouth--merely accepting whatever he wanted to do to her as his right.

"Make me cum," Bruce demanded. It was a bit of a silly demand, really. In the position she was in, lying on her back with Bruce perched on her body and his cock buried in her throat, there was little she could do to 'make' him do anything. However, Eliza sealed her lips around Bruce's shaft, sucked hard, and tried to dance her tongue over and around his enormous cock. "Good girl," Bruce crooned as he rocked his cock in her mouth.

His words pleased Eliza, and she did her best to increase her ministrations to her older lover's dick. It worked because, with a guttural moan, Bruce unloaded into Eliza's mouth. She accepted his second gift as avidly as she had his first. Eliza released Bruce's cock from her mouth when he let go of her head and stood up. With Bruce being forty-something, she knew he'd need a little time to recharge, so she set about erotically stimulating him visually.

Dancing around the small room, Eliza searched for some inspiration. She found it with the breakroom table. She slid onto it, facing Bruce, who staggered back and sank onto the bed. Re-thinking, Eliza stood and sensuously removed her suspenders before easing back onto the table. Then, she lifted her foot and slowly and erotically peeled the stocking off her left leg. She dropped that foot and repeated with her right. Next, she lifted both heels onto the table before her leanly muscular ass and used her fingers to spread her wet sex.

"Gawd!" Bruce groaned awedly.

"Gawd, indeed," Eliza smiled. "Come closer." Bruce slid onto his knees and knee-walked across to her. Eliza dipped her first two fingers into her sweltering pussy before rubbing them under Bruce's nose, wetting his upper lip with her heady aroma. She dipped them back into her pussy before offering them to Bruce's lips. With his eyes wide open, Bruce parted his lips and sucked Eliza's finger into his mouth.

Eliza was teasing the older man by taking control, but it wasn't what she wanted. Fortunately, Bruce understood her needs because with his dick bouncing in time with his desire, he picked Eliza up off the table and lowered her onto his enormous, throbbing cock. She glided down his turgid pole until Bruce's cock head nestled against her cervix--at which point, Eliza surrendered to the older man, and her eyes rolled back as she orgasmed, flooding Bruce's balls with her lady cum.

Holding the svelte teenager in his muscular arms, Bruce lifted and lowered her along his long, thick shaft until her eyes fluttered open again. She looked wonderingly up at him before squealing and cumming again.

Twice more, Bruce made her cum in this position before he lowered her onto the bed and pummelled her into oblivion. Finally, she had to beg him to stop because her poor, ravaged pussy couldn't take any more. Bruce smiled happily before short-stroking several times and unloading into Eliza's welcoming vulva. Feeling Bruce's thick seed squirting against her cervix, Eliza leapt into a final orgasm and passed out. With his strength failing, Bruce managed to roll so he didn't fall on Eliza and crush her. He, too, fell asleep.

Bruce woke up at an unknown time later, with Eliza squatting on his enormous tool. Her hands were in the middle of his chest, and she pushed on it to help raise and lower herself along his lengthy cock. He grinned at her as he held her slender hips in his big hands and helped her along his throbbing pole. Bruce knew the young woman would orgasm when his cum hit her cervix, so he relaxed and revelled in having the tightest pussy he'd ever been inside wrapped around his cock.

"Cumming," Bruce warned as his prostate cramped and his balls clamped against his shaft. His ejaculate rocketed through his swelling cock and blasted into the young woman above him.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Eliza sighed as Bruce's tool spat cum against her cervix and catapulted her into another blissful orgasm.

Eliza continued riding her older lover until his cock wilted and fell from her sloppy pussy. Then, she moved down and used her mouth to clean the cum from his body, hoping he'd 'rise to the occasion' again. However, Bruce was done for the night.

There was a shower in the changing room, but Bruce couldn't afford to return home smelling freshly showered, so Eliza got clean and then used a washer to remove any signs they'd been fucking from Bruce's body. When they were sure no incriminating evidence was left, Bruce and Eliza dressed, and Bruce took her home.

"I hope we can do this again," Eliza said meaningfully when Bruce pulled into her driveway.

"Me, too," Bruce said as he regretfully watched Eliza's tight buns bounce up the stairs and into her home. He backed out and drove away, his lengthy cock already stiffening in anticipation of fucking the youngster again. Carol was still sound asleep, so he was able to slip into bed without her being aware of the time.

Eliza woke up the next morning and had another shower. Her pussy still leaked her older lover's spend, and she didn't want to ruin another pair of underpants. She put on a pair of tight denim shorts and a white T-shirt sans bra. She was meeting her girl posse at the plaza for lunch and would need either her mum or dad to give her a ride up there. Her Dad had already left for golf, but Alice happily took her daughter up and promised to come and get her when she called.

Eliza had a scary moment when she thought a panel van that passed them as her mother turned into the shopping centre was driven by Jake. She shook it off, knowing he and Penny were both still in jail, awaiting their trial. She spent an enjoyable afternoon laughing, joking, and hanging out with her friends. Two had left school and gotten jobs while the rest were at uni. None, however, had Eliza's OP score and weren't at The University of Queensland, St Lucia as she was.

Eliza's friend, Ingrid, dropped her home in time for Eliza to borrow her mother's car and drive to Barry's place. He'd messaged while she was with her posse, and she'd agreed to come over.

"Hey, Bruce. Hey, Carol," Eliza said as she strode into their home when Barry opened the door.

"Hey, Eliza," Barry replied, not bothering to look up from his phone, although his long cock stiffened and rolled as he remembered the previous night. He'd already given it to Carol twice that morning, imagining she was Eliza. With his two youngest at sports and with Barry and Eliza going outside to the pool, he contemplated seeing if Carol wanted to go again.

"Hey, Eliza," Carol answered, her face colouring. She knew she should probably be pissed that every time Eliza babysat for them, Bruce wouldn't leave her alone for a week afterwards. Carol was aware her husband's excitement came from fantasising about their son's friend, but she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Carol was an earthy woman who enjoyed sex but had let her weight get away from her and didn't have the self-discipline to diet and exercise enough to get it back off. She knew that most of the reason that she and Bruce hardly ever fucked was because she was no longer physically attractive to him. However, she held no fears about their marriage because they were still compatible in every other way.

Carol wasn't bothered when Eliza followed Barry to his room before returning wearing a swimsuit. Although they weren't boyfriend/girlfriend, only a fool would believe they weren't fucking. She did admire Eliza's svelte body a little enviously, but then she thought, 'Let's see what she looks like at forty after bearing three children.' Unfortunately for Carol's self-esteem, she remembered that Alice, Eliza's mother, was her age and still as slim as Eliza.

Barry and Eliza swam some laps before sitting on the pool's edge and chatting. Although Barry was a typical teenage boy and wanted to fuck her, he was smart enough to know if he played it cool and let Eliza come to him, he stood a much better chance of getting his wish. He knew he wasn't precisely Eliza's 'second choice', but he wasn't what she was looking for either. However, she was fun to be around, made love with him regularly, and they had the most amazing video phone sex. Barry would wholeheartedly accept that from her and never complain. He still held hope she'd eventually see him as a potential life partner, though, maybe when he had matured and was in his thirties. Barry needed to ensure that he didn't cruel his chances before then.

After swimming, chatting, and swimming some more, they got out and went inside. Barry watched his gorgeous friend undressing and drying off, and, of course, the usual happened--Barry was stiffer than a steel pole, and his balls ached with need. Eliza grinned at him and rolled her eyes before kneeling and taking him in her mouth. She sucked him before leaning back and saying, "I don't need anything in return, Baz. So, gift me as quickly as possible, okay?" She took him back in her mouth. Barry immediately groaned and lost his lollies into Eliza's greedily sucking mouth.

Eliza grinned and winked at him before putting her clothes back on and following him downstairs. They sat at the kitchen bench, chatting with Carol and Bruce until Bill and Eddie returned. They immediately challenged Eliza to a rematch, which they also immediately lost. Laughing at their chagrin, Eliza said goodbye and headed home.

The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully, and then it was Monday.

Eliza had her introductory Jujutsu lesson booked for after her last class, so she took her mother to work and then used her mother's car to travel to the university. After her classes, Eliza drove to St Lucia for her first session with the dojo's sensei. The dojo's master was an older man named John Moseley. Besides being no taller than Eliza herself, John was right in Eliza's wheelhouse for older lovers: Calm, competent, mature, and dominant. Her pussy was wet even before they grappled.

By the time John had manhandled Eliza several times to place her hands, feet, or body in the positions he wanted, Eliza's pussy was positively frothing at the thought of grappling naked with the handsome instructor. He'd pin her before sliding his thick, dominant cock into her willing pussy.

"May I assume you will return for further lessons?" John asked.

"Yes, Sensei," Eliza replied.

Sensei Moseley gave Eliza her first gi and showed her how to put it on and belt it securely. Of course, it had a white belt, but John assured Eliza that she had potential and would climb belts quickly if she applied herself. She thanked the sensei and left to return home.

As she exited the dojo's carpark, she spotted what she thought was the same van that had passed her on her way to meet her friends on Saturday. Eliza shook it off again, but when she got home, she realised she was right to be afraid. The family's lawyer, Paul Katsoolie, sat with her brothers and parents at their kitchen table.

"The Maddoxes made bail," Paul announced without any preamble.

"What do you mean 'made bail'?" Stanley snarled as Eliza sat stunned. "I thought they were waiting to be tried for drug possession and production?"

"They are," Paul explained. "But the same idiotic crown prosecutor who flubbed their attempted rape trial didn't oppose the Maddoxes' lawyer's bail request."

"The Maddoxes work for someone who has the crown prosecutor in their pocket," Eliza stated. She didn't 'know' for sure, but she 'knew' she was correct. "He didn't flub the trial. He purposefully didn't prosecute it to the fullest because he'd been told not to."

"I believe you're correct," Paul unwillingly replied. "My firm and I have had similar seemingly 'open-and-shut' cases suddenly go tits up because of this drongo's incompetence."

"Tell me that you're fucking kidding me," Stanley snarled as the rest of his family looked on, stunned.

Paul shook his head, and Eliza stated, "I thought I saw Jake pass us driving a beat-up Toyota van when Mum dropped me at the mall on Saturday morning. I also thought I saw the same van this afternoon when I left the dojo to return home."

"I'll kill the fucking arsehole," Stanley angrily stated. "Point me where the bastard is, and I guarantee he won't bother anyone ever again."

After warning Stanley to do no such thing and to call the police if he saw Jake or Penny, Paul headed home.

Things got worse a week later. Sergeant Peachey pulled up in his squad car and, after being invited inside, informed the family that Jake and Penny hadn't appeared in court that morning to face their charges. They'd skipped on their Parole Officer and were 'on the lam'. The beefy sergeant promised to swing patrol cars past the Johnson household as often as possible but emphasised that wouldn't be very often. He once again suggested that Eliza stay home until Jake and Penny were caught and tried. The brawny sergeant sighed when Eliza adamantly refused.

The family discussed how to keep Eliza safe without stifling her. The biggest problem was her going to uni. At the moment, it was a painful, almost one-hour journey by bus for Eliza to get to St Lucia. It would have been worse except for the green bridge between Dutton Park and the University of Queensland. Stanley and Alice agreed there was no choice but to buy Eliza a car, but there was still the problem of having to park it somewhere she could safely walk to and from to get to her lectures and classes. The family decided the best bet was to book a permanent Uber to take Eliza to and from St Lucia.

Things settled into a rhythm. Eliza drove her new car to uni on the days she had a lesson with Sensei Moseley and took an Uber for the other days. She hadn't seen Jake, Penny, or the panel van she'd thought she'd seen Jake driving, and Eliza began to relax.

There was the occasional weird thing--sometimes she thought she'd seen Rob or Alannah, but when she turned towards them, they'd gone. Other times, Eliza caught sight of someone who looked like Sensei, Sergeant Peachey, Barry, Bruce, or even Barry's younger brother, Bill. However, if any of those people had seen her, they didn't come forward. She shrugged the sightings off as nerves or look-alikes only glimpsed sideways, but not someone she knew when she turned towards them. Still, she sometimes felt watched, though not by someone with ill intent. Eliza shrugged it off as nerves.

Beth, one of the two lipstick lesbians Eliza had previously sat for, called a couple of weeks after Sergeant Peachey had passed on the news of Jake and Penny's absconding. She booked Eliza for the following Saturday night and asked if Eliza would sleep over because they wouldn't be back until the wee-wee hours and would probably be quite drunk when they did.

After her one night of lesbian love with Alannah, Eliza was keen to experiment with women again. But with Rob and Alannah being seemingly standoffish, she didn't know how to go about requiting that desire. Eliza figured she could go into The Valley and visit a known lesbian hangout, but doing that seemed gauche, desperate even. As far as Eliza knew, none of her friends were gay or bisexual, so she didn't dare approach one of them. Therefore, Beth's invitation sent fluttery feelings pulsing through Eliza's sweet little pussy. Beth had indicated that she and her partner, Cheryl, thought Eliza was 'as hot as fuck' and intimated they wanted to play with her, so Eliza had hoped for more than a paid sleepover.

Eliza came home the following day to an empty house. Alice had left work to go to the league's club to pick up Blair and Rhett after their practice. It was too early for her father to be home, so Eliza was alone for close to an hour before Stanley would return. As she pulled into her driveway, an old, battered Toyota van slowed as if to stop outside her house. The windows were heavily tinted, and Eliza couldn't see who was driving. Her heart froze, and she ran for the house when, suddenly, the van accelerated away. Eliza turned and saw a cop car cruise past.

'Just someone perving on me,' Eliza told herself. But she carefully locked the door and checked all the doors and windows before she could relax and begin to study.

Saturday came without any incidences, and Eliza once again wondered if she was just being paranoid. However, the feeling of being watched by someone benign had been overwhelmed with the feeling that someone sinister was watching her every move, waiting for a chance to hurt her. She hadn't heard from her lawyer or Sergeant Peachey, so she knew Jake and Penny were still out there somewhere. She hoped they were running for their lives in another state but suspected they were loitering around Brisbane somewhere.

Stanley dropped Eliza off at Beth and Cheryl's place and elicited a promise that she'd be careful before he let her out of the car. Eliza kissed her father's cheek and got out of the vehicle. Stanley watched until Beth opened the door, and his daughter walked inside. He took the walkie-talkie out of the glove box and turned it on. "Anyone got ears?" He asked.

"Barry here, we're parked down the road in my mum's car, watching the house," Barry replied after the typical squelch as one person released the talk button and the next pushed his. He had Bill with him. If there were an incident, Bill would call the cops as Barry ran to do what he could to help.

Bruce and Stanley had discussed the probability of The Babysitter Rapists making a play to get revenge on Eliza and thought the probabilities were high they would. Together, they'd assembled a posse to tail Eliza wherever she went to ensure she was safe. The posse consisted of Stanley and Alice, Blair and Rhett, Bruce and Carol, Barry, Bill, Rob and Alannah, and Sensei John. They were all taking self-defence lessons from Sensei Moseley, so they'd be of more use if Jake and Penny turned up. Barry and Bill had offered to cover tonight.

No one thought Jake and Penny would try to assault three women simultaneously, but it wasn't worth the risk that they would. The van that Eliza described had been spotted in her vicinity by several posse members, but no one had been able to confirm who was driving it. They'd given several licence plate numbers to Sergeant Peachey, and they'd all come back as either stolen plates or cars, which didn't help track the miscreants down.

Eliza walked inside Beth and Cheryl's place and was immediately swept into a passionate embrace and kiss by the beautiful forty-year-old Beth. Cheryl grinned at her and insisted on receiving the same. Then, the gorgeous lesbians took Eliza's hands and guided her into their dining room. Three other young women moved confidently through the area, putting dinner and drinks on the table. There was no sign of Beth and Cheryl's child.

"I must confess that we brought you here under false pretences," Cheryl smilingly said in her rich, contralto voice. "We've sent Benjamin to Beth's mother's place, and we've brought you here to have our wicked way with you."

"Oh, have you now?" Eliza delightedly laughed. "And here I was merely hoping one of you might like to help me explore. I've made love with one woman since I last babysat for you, and I'm keen to try some more."

Beth's face fell before she sadly said, "We were hoping to be your first, but I guess that boat's sailed. However," she said, brightening up. "It means we don't have to coax you into bed with you being unwilling."

Dinner was scrumptious and served elegantly, with the three serving girls swirling through the room. The young women sensuously touched each other as they passed, often stopping to exchange an erotic kiss before continuing on. Beth and Cheryl took the sights onboard as if they were nothing to watch. Perhaps, to them, they weren't, but Eliza's pussy was on fire, and she found herself biting her bottom lip, wishing it was she being kissed and touched.

"I take it that you like our young friends," Beth giggled, leaning over to touch Eliza's arm. Eliza almost jumped from the electric shock that coursed through her body and exploded in her pussy.

"Yes," Eliza admitted. "They're very beautiful and sensuously seductive."

"Would you like one of them to kiss you?" Cheryl asked archly.

Eliza shook her head. "I'd rather kiss you and Beth."

"Well, that can be arranged," Cheryl said seductively. Then, she spoke to the three helpers, "Thanks, girls. Beth and I will see you for lunch tomorrow."

The three women curtsied and left.

"Interesting," Eliza said. "What was that all about? Surely you didn't think they'd seduce me if I didn't want to be?"

"They're young women we're mentoring," Beth explained. "We teach them how to dress, do their makeup, and act when in genteel society. It helps them when they interview for a job or internship. We're also teaching them to cook and serve dinner while looking elegant."

"You certainly succeeded in the 'elegant' part," Eliza admitted. "They are three very sexy, sensuous women."

"Ahh," Beth giggled. "The lost art of seduction. Cheryl and I are both confirmed lesbians without a skerrick of interest in what a man has between his legs. However, if you can seduce men successfully without ever promising them anything, your way in this world is paved much smoother." Beth giggled again before adding, "I very much doubt you need any lessons on how to seduce a man. Am I right, my little vixen?"

"You might be right," Eliza said, batting her eyes and trying for coquettish innocence, mostly succeeding.

"Oh, how rich," Cheryl purred in her sexy contralto voice. "I think we have a slut who's trying for the ingenue."

"Didn't fool you, huh?" Eliza grinned.

"Not at all," Cheryl chuckled. "Good try, though." Cheryl parted her thighs to show her skirt's split went all the way to her glistening, hairless pussy. She lifted her knees, raised her eyebrow and asked, "Would you like to taste?"

"Oh, Gawd, yes!" Eliza growled as her pussy frothed and spasmed, imagining lapping at Cheryl's exposed snatch.

"Take your dress off, and show me what you've got first," Cheryl demanded as she spread her skirt off her toned thighs, delectably displaying her wet sex to the teenager.

Eliza had dressed way more daringly than she typically did when she'd prepared herself to come over. Usually, Eliza dressed down to alleviate any concerns the mother might have about her husband trying to seduce Eliza. When meeting a new couple, Eliza firmly addressed the mother and almost totally ignored the father. Eliza even flirted a little with the mother as if to indicate she was a lesbian. It worked because Eliza had never attended an interview and not gotten the job.

Tonight, however, Eliza had dressed to impress. Going too short or having too much cleavage exposed would elicit questions from her family, but Eliza's dress clung to every slender, shapely centimetre of her youthful body. She looked so sexy that even her father and brothers had looked, gulped, and then turned away, guiltily embarrassed for ogling their daughter's/sister's charms.

Eliza's dress had a side zip underneath her left armpit. She danced away from the table and undid it. Then, she shimmied so that the left dress strap fell off her slender shoulder. She turned and danced back towards where Beth and Cheryl sat, holding the dress to her breasts as she eased her left arm out. Next, Eliza danced away as she slid her dress off her right arm. Spinning athletically on her heels, Eliza faced her two prospective lovers and bent ninety degrees at her waist. She teased her two new friends by pretending to drop her dress top several times before straightening and turning away.

Eliza danced for Beth and Cheryl's erotic pleasure before she suddenly turned to face them. Then, without a preamble or effort to seduce, Eliza dropped her sheath dress to the floor and stepped out of it. Eliza's sublimely shapely but slender body was erotically exposed to the lesbian women. She was dressed only in suspenders and stockings, a tiny G-string and a string bra with cups that barely covered Eliza's stiffened pencil-eraser-sized nipples.

Beth and Cheryl gasped and clung to each other as their libidos exploded. They'd thought they'd need to seduce the teenager they were both fixated on slowly. However, it was blatantly obvious that it was Eliza who was doing the seducing, and the two thirty to forty-something-year-old women were her willing victims.

Eliza danced past them, feigning she was about to remove her bra. But instead, she danced back and stopped, facing away from the pair. Then, Eliza wriggled her butt sexily as she slowly lowered her G-string. She bent at the waist again before reaching between her legs and spreading her pussylips for her new lovers viewing pleasure.

"OMG!" Beth breathed as she admired Eliza's glistening pussy.

Eliza turned to face the older women before she seductively slunk across and climbed onto Beth's left leg and Cheryl's right. She cupped her breasts and purred, "My nipples seem to lack mouths on them, don't you think?" Cheryl and Beth giggled before pulling Eliza's bra cups aside and latching their lips around Eliza's rock-hard nipples. "Yesss!" Eliza hissed as she held her lovers' heads to her breasts.

Eliza was enjoying being in charge, but she wasn't really a top and hoped the older women would take charge of her. Then, as if reading her mind, Beth's and Cheryl's fingers stroked over Eliza's parted inner thighs and slid up to her juicy cunt. Beth's finger slid inside the teenager's frothing pussy as Cheryl's thumb found her clitoris. Fingers, Eliza didn't know whose, tickled along her perineum and rimmed her chocolate starfish. Simultaneously, the two older women sucked Eliza's nipples hard and bit down on them.

"Oh, Gawd!" Eliza exclaimed as her first orgasm of the night hit. As she shuddered with orgasm aftershocks, Cheryl gently pushed her off their thighs before spreading her shapely legs around the youngster's body. Then, Cheryl placed her hand on the back of Eliza's head before guiding Eliza onto her sweltering pussy. Eliza had time to shiver with anticipation before her lips descended onto Cheryl's succulent labia--labia that was thickly coated with Cheryl's arousal. "Hmm," Eliza purred as she tasted the older woman's flowing juices.

"Oh, my," Cheryl joked. "Looks like we have a natural pussy licker, Beth, baby."

Beth showily studied Eliza's actions before chuckling and saying, "I agree, an absolute natural. Let's see if she likes receiving as much as she enjoys giving."

Beth knelt and parted Eliza's athletically slender butt cheeks and pressed her nose into Eliza's cleft before running her tongue from the young woman's dripping entrance to her tiny rosebud. Eliza shuddered and moaned into Cheryl's pussy as another climax climbed swiftly inside her. But before she could leap from her orgasm's peak, Beth removed her tongue and teased, "Receives as eagerly as she gives. I think we have a candidate for double-penetration." Beth stuffed her face back into Eliza's cleft and lashed her dripping pushy with her tongue. As another enormous orgasm blasted her soul into atoms, Eliza squealed her delight into Cheryl's pussy.

Shaking from her latest climax, Eliza allowed her older lovers to guide her down the hallway to their bedroom. The beautiful lesbians undressed and climbed onto the bed on either side of Eliza. Taking turns kissing the teenager, the two women patiently drove Eliza back up to her climactic peak, laughing delightedly when Eliza leapt off it, screaming her delight to the ceiling.

Cheryl and Beth momentarily rolled off the bed so they could buckle on their strap-ons. Eliza watched interestedly as her lovers oiled their 'cocks' before climbing onto the bed. Cheryl placed a knee between Eliza's svelte thighs, and the teenager lay back and willingly parted them, allowing Cheryl to slide her 6-inch 'cock' into Eliza's dripping vulva. Cheryl gently fucked her young lover for several minutes before easing her hand between Eliza and the mattress and gripping the teenager's ass.

Cheryl rolled them both over before encouraging Eliza onto her knees. Beth placed her hand on Eliza's tailbone before directing her 'cock's' tip onto Eliza's tiny dark star. Then, pushing gently but insistently, Beth remorselessly drilled her 'cock' into Eliza's ass.

"Fuck!" Eliza grunted as her knot opened, and Beth glided inside her tightly gripping anus. It was the first time Eliza had cocks in both of her lower love holes simultaneously, and she found the experience profoundly exciting. She immediately wondered if she knew two men who would do her like that, although none came immediately to mind.

Beth, with her 'cock' fully inserted in Eliza's rarely used ass, held still, waiting for the young woman to relax. It didn't take long before Eliza shuddered and relaxed onto Cheryl. Their similar-sized breasts were firmly pressed together, and both women's nipples were like diamond-tipped points of arousal, boring into the other woman's bosom. Cheryl tilted her head to kiss the younger woman, and Eliza responded ardently.

Above her, Beth slid about half her 'cock' out of Eliza's rarely used ass before shoving it back in firmly. The forceful push impaled Eliza on Cheryl's 'cock' and forced its tip to scrape across Eliza's G-spot. Beth repeated the same action faster, then faster, and then faster again. It was a divine, exquisite, stimulating torture, Eliza thought as she raced towards her peak faster than she ever had before. Then, with a squeal that could be heard a block away, Eliza orgasmed on the twin cocks ploughing her fuck holes open.

She received no relief from her older lesbian lovers because Beth immediately flipped her off Cheryl's cock and onto her back. Then, after a quick wipe down with an antiseptic wet wipe, Beth leapt onto Eliza and forcefully shoved her cock into the younger woman's gaping cunt. Beth pounded Eliza until she knew the younger woman was about to cum again. But then, maddeningly, Beth stopped.

Eliza's eyes opened in time to see Cheryl loom over Beth's right shoulder. She heard Beth's gasp as Cheryl rammed her 'cock' into Beth's drooling, squelchingly hot pussy. Cheryl's toned abdomen crashing into Beth's muscular ass slammed Beth's 'cock' to its fullest depth inside Eliza and caused the tip to rap against Eliza's cervix. Something she loved but had only experienced twice, once with Rob and then with Bruce.

Cheryl chuckled at Eliza's 'O' face and rammed her cock into Beth again. The same series of events reoccurred, and all Eliza could do was wrench her hips up to meet the inward thrust of Beth's 'cock' and make another 'O' face. Cheryl laughed delightedly and began to rapid-punch her 'cock' into Beth. Beth became a passenger at that point, so she concentrated on kissing the young woman beneath her and playing with Eliza's diamond-tipped nipples.

It was too much, Eliza realised. She surrendered to the delicious sensations her older lovers elicited from her divine body. Eliza had been forcefully fucked by several of her older lovers, including Rob and Bruce, but she'd never before been lifted to such heights so swiftly and efficiently. Her head tilted to the side, and she shrieked as a seemingly never-ending orgasm shattered her very soul.

An unknown time later, Eliza became aware that her cheek rested on a pair of delightfully soft pillows. She then became aware that a gifted, knowledgeable tongue slid from her clitoris down to her entrance and back again. Eliza opened her eyes and, spotting a turgid nipple close to her lips, licked it before sucking it into her mouth.

"Would you do me the honour of tasting me?" Cheryl purred in her rich, contralto voice.

"I'd love to," Eliza stated. Beth moved away from her pussy, and Eliza rolled onto her stomach, resting on her elbows. Her lips were mere millimetres from Cheryl's glistening vulva, and Cheryl's heady aroma filled her nostrils. Despite only having done this once before, Eliza confidently slid her tongue out and probed Cheryl's wet, heated depths.

"Oh, my," Cheryl moaned, placing her hand on the back of Eliza's head and grinding her pussy against the younger woman's lips.

Eliza allowed her older lover to take charge and wasn't surprised when the forceful Cheryl rolled her over onto her back, straddled her tits and lowered her soaking snatch onto Eliza's mouth. Eliza felt soft hands lifting and parting her knees before an even softer pair of lips descended onto her sweet little nubbin. Two fingers slid inside Eliza's tight, slippery channel before they curled up and back and found her G-spot. Eliza moaned into Cheryl's pussy, and the lips on her nubbin immediately sealed around it, and a tongue lashed her clitoris.

"Oh, Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwddddddddddddd!!!!" Eliza moaned as another will-breaking climax tumbled her down the slope of Mount Climax. Eliza was sure she hit every orgasm bolder on her way down. By the time she'd reached its base, she was nothing but a puddle of sweat and pussy fluids.

Mercifully, the lips left her cum switch, and Eliza could concentrate on trying to please the pussy still tightly pushed against her lips. Cheryl's hand slid beneath Eliza's head, and she demanded, "Make me cum, you pussy munching slut!"

Eliza moved her hands to grip Cheryl's taut ass globes, and she pulled the older woman onto her mouth. Tipping her head back, Eliza found Cheryl's clitoris and slashed her tongue over it. Next, she sucked the older blonde woman's cum switch into her mouth and gently bit it before battering as hard as possible with her tongue.

"Oh, yessss!" Cheryl hissed as her climax hit. She swung her leg over Eliza's body, and Beth took her place.

Eliza smiled, pleased she'd returned at least one orgasm to her older lovers. But then, Eliza felt her knees being pushed up and apart again. Cheryl had belted her strap-on back into place and was easing it into Eliza's dribbling pussy. Before she could get Beth to her climactic peak, Cheryl blasted Eliza from hers.

The night passed with seemingly never-ending orgasms for Eliza. However, towards the night's end, her two older lovers relented, and Eliza got a chance to use the strap-ons on her two new friends. Eliza found trying to fuck wearing a 'cock' was a strange experience, but one she swiftly fell in love with. Her brain immediately went to Barry, and she wondered if he'd let her peg him if she purchased a strap-on.

It was after midday when Cheryl dropped Eliza home. She waved hello to her mother and father, went to her room, stripped, and collapsed into bed. Eliza had had some fairly rambunctious sex before, but she'd never been as thoroughly fucked as she had been the previous night, and she was exhausted.

Fortunately, she didn't have a gig that night, so after sleeping through until 4:00 p. m., she got out of bed and groggily made her way to the kitchen. Her mother looked at her and chuckled before making Eliza a chicken, cheese, and mayonnaise sandwich and handing it to her along with a strong coffee. Eliza mumbled "Thanks" appreciatively before wolfing the sandwich down.

"Tough night?" Alice asked.

"Not really," Eliza denied. "I just got to talking with Cheryl and Beth, and time ran away from us."

"Sure, sure," Alice accepted. However, she remembered her teen years and returning home, walking just as her daughter had, and that walk certainly wasn't from 'talking'.

Eliza finished her sandwich and staggered back to bed. Alice sent Rhett to fetch her for dinner, but Eliza mumbled something incoherent, which Rhett decided meant to stop bothering her, so he went back to the dining room.

Her instant messenger's chirping woke Eliza up the following morning. Unthinkingly, she sat up, exposing her tight B-cup breasts to Barry. She thought to cover herself but figured he'd seen, kissed, suckled, and held them so often that seeing them again was no biggie. "Whatchu want?" She mumbled.

"To see your tits, of course," Barry chortled.

"Then, enjoy," Eliza replied, propping the phone so its camera focused on her boobs. "I'm going back to sleep."

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out," Barry chuckled.

"Aww, you just want to see them in real life," Eliza drawled.

"Yeah, I do," Barry admitted. "But you're also pretty cool to hang with because you're smart enough to follow the things I like to talk about."

"Flattery will only occasionally get you somewhere," Eliza teased. However, she remembered wondering if Barry would let her peg him, so she agreed to come over. "Give me about an hour to shower, get dressed, and have something to eat," Eliza said. "Then, I'll come over."

"If you haven't eaten, would you like to go to the new place, umm, Banter Coffee House? I'll come and pick you up if you do."

"Sure," Eliza agreed. "Give me forty minutes to shower and get dressed.

"Done," Barry said.

"You're not watching me shower, you doofus," Eliza giggled.

"Aww," Bary mock protested. "See ya in forty." He hung up the call.

"Going out with Barry," Eliza announced as she passed her mother. She went outside and jumped in Barry's car.

"What time will you be back?" Alice asked, but her daughter had already closed the front door. 'It'll be alright,' Alice thought, but she felt a sense of foreboding hanging over her. Alice's grandmother claimed to have 'Second Sight' and that she could 'see the future' occasionally. Alice held no such illusions, but bad things happened when she felt like she did that day.

The first confirmation that something was wrong was when Sergeant Peachey phoned. "Hello, Alice. Sergeant Peachey speaking," the burly copper said. "Is Eliza there?"

"No, she left with Barry Gommersal around two hours ago," Alice replied.

"Your daughter hasn't called since then?"

"Why?" Alice asked fearfully.

"Barry's car was discovered upside down in a ditch near the Uniting Church on Wondall Road," Sergeant Peachey explained. "No one was inside it, and there have been no reports of an accident. Also, Barry's parents haven't heard from him."

"Are they at the hospital?" Alice queried.

"There were no reports of an ambulance being called, and neither of the cab companies received a pick-up call from that area. Uber says they never got a ride request either."

"They've got them, haven't they?" Alice asked, despite suspecting she already knew.

"We shouldn't jump to conclusions," the sergeant soothed. "The accident may have been Barry's fault, and they just called a friend to come and get them."

"Do you believe that?" Alice asked.

"No," Sergeant Peachey admitted. "Neither of their phones is emitting a signal, so they've either been turned off or destroyed." There were voices in the background and the sounds of the sergeant talking to someone. "The accident crew have found Barry's and Eliza's phones. They were in the water in the ditch beside Barry's car."

"Oh, shit," Alice said, bursting into tears and sinking to the floor.

"Alice," the sergeant said. "Alice? I know you're distraught, but I need you to staunch up, okay?" He heard the woman suck a few deep breaths. "You with me, Alice?"

"Yes," Alice said firmly. There might be time to be weak and cry later, but now? Now was the time for her to be strong. Her baby was possibly in grave danger, and it was time to be Mumma Bear.

"What time did Eliza leave with Barry?"

Alice thought back. She'd been playing some inane game on her phone and just put it down when Eliza walked past and outside. "12:01 p. m.," she confidently stated. "I'd just put my phone down when Eliza left."

"Did she say where they were going or if they were meeting someone?" Sergeant Peachey asked.

"No," Alice said. "Only that she was going out with Barry."

Eliza came to when she heard her clothes being cut from her body. She shook her head, trying to clear it before realising she was spreadeagled on a bed. She tried to pull her hands to her chest and stop whoever was cutting off her top. Only then did she discover her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed's four corners. The realisation of what happened came crashing back.

Barry had arrived to pick her up, and they'd barely pulled out of Bognor Street into Wondall Road when a rusty old van had T-boned them just behind the front passenger door. It shoved them off the road into a ditch. Eliza was knocked unconscious by the impact. She came to when she felt hands dragging her from the car. Initially, Eliza was grateful to whoever was helping her from the wreck, but then Penny hissed, "She's waking up!" A cloth covered her nose and mouth, and she slipped into unconsciousness again.

"Leave her alone!" Barry yelled from beside where Eliza was bound.

"Shut up, fag boy," Jake growled. "Or I'll gut you where you stand."

"Just leave her alone," Barry pleaded as Eliza turned her head to look for him.

She saw him. Barry's hands were tied together and attached to a portable suspension crane above his head. His toes were barely on the ground, with most of his weight suspended. The strain on Barry's wrists and shoulders was already apparent in his pained face. Barry's ankles were tied together, too. He was helpless but still kicking and struggling, trying to get free and rescue her.

"Boys," Penny giggled as she took the knife from Jake. "My man is the only real man in three states. Don't believe me? Watch Miss Prissy I'm Too Good To Suck Jake's Cock. Watch how pathetic your boy is."

Moving with scary efficiency, Penny sliced the clothes from Barry, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Barry's usually stout and thick 6-inch cock had shrivelled to almost nothing from fear. His balls had virtually climbed back into his body.

"Leave him alone!" Eliza yelled.

"Oh, I'm not going to hurt your pretty boy, Miss Prissy Eliza," Penny taunted. "After all, he did nothing to us. I will use him to show you how pathetic your chosen men are, though, and why you should have submitted to my man willingly. We have only hurt the prissy ones like you who think you're too good for us. The rest we've sent home with massive smiles on their faces because they know they've been fucked by a real man. Show her, Jake"

Jake faced Eliza and dropped his sweatpants. A ragingly hard, thick and lengthy cock bounced into view. Before Rob and Bruce, it would have been the biggest cock Eliza had ever seen. Now? Now, it barely made the top three. "Is that it?" Eliza snickered, trying to shift their kidnappers' attention to her and away from Barry.

Jake seemed amused by Eliza's question, but Penny's look was one of pure, murderous hate. Eliza slid the needle further in by opining, "I'm surprised that you can feel Jake at all, given how sloppy your cunt must be. Tell me, do you have to have a big dick fuck you because you're so stretched down there that a normal-sized cock would rattle around like a shotgun pellet in a glass jar?"

Penny screeched something unintelligible as she raised the knife and leapt at Eliza. Jake intercepted her and took the knife away. "After we're done raping her every hole," Jake stated. "After we've stuck our cocks in her cunt, arse, and mouth, you can stick the knife in them and watch the prissy bitch bleed out."

"Promise, baby?" Penny snarled.

"I promise, baby," Jake agreed.

"Good. I'm following you through her, though, yeah? I'll use that 14-inch strap-on we used on that fat cow who insulted you. I'll rip her holes open, then stick my fist and the knife in her fuck holes and cut the slut deep inside."

"Gawd, you make me hot talking like that," Jake moaned as he fingered Penny's pussy.

"We'll bleed the bitch out and then fuck in her warm blood, baby," Penny stated as if doing things like that was a wholesome thing for two lovers to do.

"Hmm, I might have to bleed her now so we can fuck in her blood before we bust her fuck holes open."

"You're such a romantic, baby," Penny said, seemingly entranced by the idea. Then she regretfully sighed and said, "She's weak, though. If you cut her, she'll pass out, and we won't get to hear her scream as we rip her cunt and ass open."

"Yeah, you're probably right, baby," Jake said, also sounding regretful. "How about you show Miss Prissy-Pissy Pants how pathetic her boy is?"

Penny moved to kneel before Barry as Jake moved to the opposite side of the bed. He grabbed Eliza by her jaw and the back of her head. "You'll keep your eyes open and watch because, if you don't, I will cut your eyelids so you can't close them," he growled.

Eliza watched as Penny slowly eased Barry's balls away from his body and took his wilted cock in her mouth. Nothing much happened for quite some time, but then Barry moaned, and he unawarely started thrusting into Penny's mouth. Seconds later, Barry's anguished groan echoed through the room as his cock erupted into Penny's greedily sucking orifice.

"Hold her head still and force her mouth open," Penny mumbled around the sperm in her mouth. Jake squeezed Eliza's jaw until her mouth sprung open, at which stage Penny opened her mouth and let Barry's cum drop out of her mouth into Eliza's.

Eliza theatrically swallowed Barry's cum before saying, "Hey, Baz. Even after your splooge has been in a skank's mouth, it still tastes delicious. Shame I couldn't get it directly from the source." She looked at Penny disdainfully before grinning and saying, "You dumb slut. By dumping Barry's gift into my mouth, you wasted the best part of giving a blowjob."

"Swallowing is disgusting and only shows what a whore you are," Penny screeched, searching for the knife that Jake had taken from her.

Eliza feigned pity and addressed Jake, "It's no wonder you have to get decent sex elsewhere. This skank is dud root, huh? If she doesn't swallow, does she at least take it up the ass and do ass-to-mouth for you?"

Penny's rage made her screech unintelligibly again, and Jake had to hold her away from Eliza's tied body forcibly. "Once we've ruined her holes, you can cut the whore's nipples and clitoris off before making her eat them. Then, maybe you can cut her boy's balls off as she watched and then make her eat those, too."

"I'm going to cut the bitch, alright," Penny snarled. Then, she addressed Eliza directly. "Any more bullshit from you, and I'll cut your pretty boy. Do you hear me, bitch?"

"Go ahead and let her cut me," Barry said bravely. "That bitch is crazy, and ain't neither of us getting out of here alive."

"You still can," Eliza said pleadingly. "Just do what they want you to, and you can still make it out of here alive."

"Eliza, they've let me see their faces. I can positively ID them to the police and the jurors. Do you still think they're letting me out of here alive?"

Eliza began crying when she realised that Barry was right. They weren't getting out of here alive. But then, her will hardened, and she was defiantly committed to not offering a peep as Jake and Penny did their worst. "Enough with the foreplay," Eliza growled. "I thought we were here to fuck, not exchange pleasantries."

Penny screeched again and made another lunge for Eliza's throat. "Wait your turn, skank," Eliza said witheringly. "The adults are about to have some fun, so sit your flabby ass down and wait."

Jake moved between Eliza's thighs and positioned his precum-dripping cock at her entrance. "You're perky, I'll give you that--perky and insanely brave. But you're still getting my cock in all three of your holes."

"Yeah, I kind of like her holes just as they are," Rob said calmly as he eased up beside the bed. He grabbed Jake by the scruff of his neck and unceremoniously threw him across the room and into the wall.

Jake bounced off the wall and fell into a heap on the floor. Rob turned to Alannah. "You got the skank, babe?"

"Yes," Alannah said. She held Penny in a full-nelson hold. "Deal with the rapist. Use his knife to cut his cock off so he can never rape another." Penny tried to struggle free, and Alannah slammed her head into the wall. "Hold still, or I'll dislocate your damned shoulders before I break your fool neck," Alannah snarled.

Jake struggled to his feet, his eyes flicking back and forth as he searched for an escape. He lunged at Rob before spinning on his heel and leaping through a glass window. He hit the ground, bounced to his feet, and was immediately clubbed back down by Sensei Moseley. Jake tried to get up, but Sergeant Peachey's size 15 boot planted between Jake's shoulders, pinning him to the ground. "You're under arrest for attempted rape and murder," the sergeant informed Jake as he cuffed him behind his back. "You do not have to say anything; anything you say can be used as evidence against you."

Rob took the screeching, howling Penny off Alannah and unapologetically forced her face down onto the ground with her wrists in his hands and his knee between her shoulder blades. Alannah released Eliza's ties and used them to tie Penny's wrists and ankles together.

"Being a rope bunny has its uses," Alannah giggled as she helped Eliza up.

There wasn't anything to cover Eliza's nakedness until Rob removed his polo shirt and gave it to her. Alannah had more difficulty untying Barry and had to resort to carefully cutting the ropes. Unfortunately, Barry had to remain naked until more police officers rushed into the building. One of the female officers had blankets, which she offered to Eliza and Barry. They covered themselves and followed the officer out of the building.

Stanley, Alice, Bruce, and Carol screamed up in Stanley's Pajero as Barry and Eliza exited the building. Alice was out the door running even before the car stopped sliding. She slammed into Eliza, almost knocking them both to the ground.

"Did they hurt you, baby?" Alice wailed.

"Rob and Alannah rescued us just in time, Mum," Eliza explained, adrenaline suddenly surging through her body as she realised how close to being raped she'd been. She burst into tears.

"I'm glad you decided I wasn't enough by myself and tailed us," Barry gratefully said to Rob and Alannah. "I'd never have believed they'd be crazy enough to crash us off the road in broad daylight."

"They had help," Rob growled. "It was the van we'd spotted several times that crashed into you, but it wasn't Jake or Penny driving. They were waiting, parked in another stolen car. When the van smashed you off the road, the Maddoxes swooped in in their stolen car and told the passersby they were taking you to hospital. None of the idiot witnesses even questioned them."

"Do we know who helped them?" Barry asked.

"No, but Alannah got a couple of good pictures of him as he scrambled away. He got into a third stolen car and left in the opposite direction."

"How did you get the police and Sensei Moseley here so quickly?"

"I was coming over to take my turn on overwatch," Sensei John explained. "Rob called me after Alannah called the cops and told me where they were."

"Sergeant Peachey was heading home after his shift when I called him," Alannah added. "He got the police rolling."

"You left your rescue until quite late," Barry said, shuddering. "I thought I would have to watch Jake rape Eliza."

"We lost them when they turned into the warehouse complex," Rob snarled. "I wasn't following closely enough because I was worried that they'd realise they'd been discovered and would flee after killing you and Eliza. Luckily, Alannah spotted Jake lowering the warehouse door. Then, with you two inside and no way of knowing who else was there, we had to wait for backup before we could risk going in."

"Well, you saved Eliza from anything physical happening, but with Jake between her legs and about to rape her, I'm sure she'll have nightmares about it for years."

"I'm sure, too," Alannah sighed. "It might turn her into a lesbian, too. You realise? Not because she's exclusively attracted to women but because one didn't try to rape her."

"Yeah, if you'd heard Penny, then you'd know that's not necessarily true. Penny was threatening to fuck Eliza in her ass and vagina with an enormous fake cock and then shove her fist into those holes whilst holding a knife."

"Ouch," Alannah winced, imagining the pain of having that done.

Alice finally let her daughter go, and after briefly hugging her father, Eliza walked tentatively across to where Rob, Alannah, Barry, and Sensei John stood. "Thank you," Eliza said sweetly. "If I'd known you were trailing me, I would have been pissed. But now I'm glad you were."

"Sergeant Peachey insisted those two would go after you, baby," Stanley, who had followed his daughter across to the group, explained. "I asked some of my and your friends to help, which they were glad to do."

Eliza flung herself into Rob's and Alannah's arms and hugged them both fiercely. "Thank you so very much," she said as tears flowed again.

"You're welcome, honey," Alannah sniffed as her tears joined Eliza's. "I'm just glad we got there before they hurt you too badly."

"Sorry to interrupt," Sergeant Peachey said. "Barry, Eliza, you'll need to come into the station tomorrow to give your statements, but I've cleared it with the big brass to let you go home now. I'm on until 3:00 p. m. tomorrow, so come in before then, okay?"

Barry feared that Eliza would hate him for cumming for Penny, but he accepted when she insisted that he sit with her in the back of Stanley's Pajero. "Sorry about that thing with Penny," Barry mumbled embarrassedly.

Eliza hugged him warmly, "Baz, you cannot stop your body's natural reaction to receiving a blowjob, regardless of the circumstances or who is giving it. So, don't worry about it, okay?" Eliza snuggled against him before whispering, "I won't have any problems blowing you when we get a chance, okay?"

Baz unexpectedly sobbed. He hadn't realised he was close to bawling, and Eliza was taken aback because Barry had never shown much emotion or weakness when she was with him. "I couldn't stop them, Eliza," he quietly sniffed. "I couldn't do anything except cum in that skank's mouth. I felt so useless."

"And all I could do was lie there and wait to be raped," Eliza replied. "You did what you could, and by us switching their concentration back and forth between us, we gave Rob and the others the time to find and rescue us. You were so brave when you told Penny to cut you anyway rather than let them hurt me."

"I reckon I'd have pissed myself if she actually had," Barry chuckled humourlessly.

"Well, I'm glad you were there, Baz. I could be brave because I knew you were being brave, too."

They arrived at Stanley, and Alice's place to find the entire crew was there. Rob and Alannah held hands. Blair and Rhett stood outside, waiting for their family to return. Bruce and Carol had brought Bill over, and Sensei John Moseley stood to one side quietly. Eliza moved between her protectors, thanking each of them with a kiss and a hug. Then, Stanley invited them all inside. He left drinks to Alice and went with Blair and Rhett to start the BBQ.

Things were quite happy and jovial until Sergeant Peachey pulled up. He got out of the squad car, leaving his hat behind. Eliza had worked out that that meant he wasn't there on official business. After inviting the burly copper inside, Stanley and the rest sat or stood around the table, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Sergeant Peachey sighed. He hated being the bearer of bad news, but he felt the Johnson family needed to know Eliza wasn't out of the woods yet. "Our crime techs identified the man in Alannah's photos," The sergeant stated. "His name is Spike Adamson. Yes, that is his name. He had it changed from Morris to Spike by deed poll. Frankly, Stanley, he's bad news. He's been in and out of jail for the last eighteen years. Primarily for armed robbery, but his previous two convictions were for rape."

Alice burst into tears and clung to Stanley. Eliza clung almost as tightly to Barry.

"How likely is it that this Spike will try to get at our daughter?" Stanley asked.

"I'm hoping he's running for a border as fast as he can," Sergeant Peachey stated. "But we can't take that for granted." He looked around the room approvingly. "These are your Guardian Angels?"

Eliza nodded, "Apparently so. Although, I didn't know until today that I needed any."

The officer grinned and looked around the room. "So few people take my advice," he said. "I'm glad, for Eliza's sake, you did." Sergeant Peachey turned his attention back to Stanley. "Spike's aggression has been escalating. We believe he's now addicted to ice and is, therefore, unpredictable. I'd advise Eliza to stay at home until we find and arrest him. However, I know she will not abide by that decision, so I suggest your Guardian Angels maintain their patrols."

After an earnest invitation from Eliza, the burly sergeant walked to his squad car, changed into a simple black T-shirt and joined the party in the Johnsons' backyard. Eliza saw the older man out of his uniform and, for the first time, realised Sergeant Peachey wasn't overweight in terms of being fat. Instead, he was muscular to the extreme. Her eyes slid down, and she realised her favourite copper swung a large bat indeed. Visions of what Jake intended to do to her disappeared as she imagined surrendering to the burly copper.

Drinks flowed freely, and even though drinking alcohol before turning eighteen was illegal in Queensland, Sergeant Peachey pretended he didn't notice Bill, Blair and Rhett drinking beer with their fathers.

Eliza wondered how to open a conversation with the police sergeant. Eventually, she lamely asked, "Umm, so when you're off duty, Sergeant. What should I call you?"

"Well, my ex-wife used to call me 'Asshole' mainly," the sergeant chuckled. "But I'd prefer Greg, thanks."

Eliza chuckled with him, and they were soon involved in a discussion. Greg's estimation of the young woman swung further upwards. Her calm demeanour when she'd first come into his station had impressed him, and everything she'd done since made him realise she was a remarkable young woman. Several times during their conversation, Greg was sure that Eliza was flirting with him. However, he knew that couldn't be true, so he ignored his body's instinctive response to a beautiful woman showing an interest in him. Greg was closer to sixty and retirement than he cared to admit, so he knew a teenager wouldn't be interested in a grizzled police sergeant with too many years behind him and not enough in front. 'My sons are older than her, and my grandchildren aren't much younger,' Greg realised.

Greg's disbelief lasted until he said goodnight to the group and walked outside to his car. Eliza slipped from the party behind him, and when he got in the car, she slid into the seat beside him. Before Sergeant Peachey could stop her, Eliza had his cock out and in her mouth. Greg lost his first load when he realised Eliza's lips were against his hairy abdomen.

Although Eliza released Greg's cock from her mouth, she kept hold of it and kissed softly along the shaft as she hummed her delight. Greg shuddered as he felt his wilting cock reverse direction and inflate again. 'Whose wouldn't when a teenager's lips are around it?' Greg wondered.

Eliza smiled happily up at the burly sergeant as she worked her petite hand along Greg's shaft, encouraging him to climb to his peak again. Sergeant Peachey thought he'd cum in her hand, but before he could, Eliza's succulent lips wrapped around his cock's head, and she sucked voraciously. "Oh, Gawd!" Sergeant Peachey moaned as he filled the young vixen's mouth again.

Eliza giggled, grabbed Greg's wrist and pen and wrote her number on his palm. "Call me when you have a day off, and we'll take this to the next step." Eliza slid out of the dumbfounded police officer's car and glided around the house to rejoin the party.

"Unfuckingbelievable," Sergeant Peachey rumbled as he took his phone out and entered Eliza's number. He sent her a text immediately, hoping it was a legitimate number.

Eliza's phone buzzed as she sat on a wicker chair next to her mother. She checked it and saw it was from the beefy police sergeant. Eliza smiled happily and sent him a 'thumbs up' back.

The End.