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 Bad Babysitter is Made to Pay (MFf taboo rape rough anal caution)

   By billy69boy

   My wife and I were pretty serious partiers back in our early twenties.
We actually met during a Swinging Singles weekend.  She was one of the
cuter ones, and she had a wild reputation.  I was in pretty good shape back
then, having recently been discharged from the Marines (honorably, I might
add.) Amber and I hit it off right away.  We began dating but still kicked
up our heels quite a bit.  Gradually we got more and more serious, and
wedding bells sealed the deal.

   Even though we were married, we always maintained an open relationship
when it came to purely recreational sex.  Sometimes we would venture out on
our own, but mostly we went out together and tried to help each other score
someone new or exotic for the night.  Other times we found one willing
reveler and made it into a three-way one night stand.

   We never talked much about having kids, but it finally ended up
happening out of nowhere, it seemed.  We were in our mid-thirties when our
son Aaron was born.  Our swinging life as we knew it changed into
parenthood for us, and it took a while for us to adjust.  As much as we
were devoted to Aaron, we both felt that something was missing: I noticed
that every time I mentioned our old partying days, Amber's eyes would light
up and she would smile that naughty smile that got her so much attention
and action back then.  We decided that we would go out regularly, maybe
once or twice a month, after Aaron was a little older and he could be
babysat without too much trouble.

   When our son turned two, we began to search for reputable babysitting
candidates within our circle of friends.  It turned out that babysitting
wasn't so popular among the high school girls anymore: just like you hardly
saw kids out shoveling walks during the winter, or raking leaves for
spending money.  The kids would rather stay home and play video games or
text on their smartphones than actually do something worthwhile.  It was
kind of a disturbing trend: it seemed like teaching kids about developing a
good work ethic was as outdated as cursive writing.

   So, we were pleasantly surprised when Jenna volunteered to babysit for
us.  She was the oldest daughter of a couple we knew from back in the day.
Like us, they also ended up getting married.  But they had Jenna right
away, and then a couple more for good measure.  Jenna was only 13 years
old, but her parents assured us that she was very mature for her age,
having helped to take care of her younger siblings from the time they were
babies, even before they were as old as our Aaron.  So, we were convinced
to give her a chance, not so much because we thought she was an incredible
babysitter, but rather because we were desperate to find anyone who was
halfway willing or halfway qualified.

   The only drawback we could see was that Jenna and her family lived a
good thirty minutes' drive from our house, so it added a chore to our
"prepare for going out" list of things to do.  Still, we were both feeling
housebound for a long time, and we were committed to making our night out
happen.  Amber still seemed to have reservations about the whole
arrangement, but she came up with a solution that would ease her mind:
Nanny Cams.

   I frowned at first, finding the idea of spying on someone to be
distasteful, but Amber convinced me that it would be okay in this case
because we were acting to protect our little boy from...from what, we never
actually addressed.  I felt like it was worth it just for my wife's peace
of mind, and so I bought two of them; one for the bathroom and one for
Aaron's bedroom.

   When date night finally arrived, I went to pick up Jenna.  It was
arranged that she would spend the night at our house and we would feed her
a big breakfast in the morning before bringing her back home.  The long
drive gave Amber plenty of time to get dolled up, as well as to make sure
our boy was fed, bathed and changed in hopes that he would nod out early
and Jenna's night would be peaceful.  We showed her where everything was
and told her to make herself at home and to eat whatever she could find in
the kitchen.

   As Amber put the finishing touches on her makeup, I was busy showing
Jenna how our entertainment system worked.  I had an opportunity to really
look at her, as she babbled on excitedly about whatever shows that were
popular with her age group.  I pretended to act interested in what she was
saying, but I was really mesmerized by her youthful beauty.  Her long brown
hair was silky and shiny, and it cascaded softly down her shoulders.  She
seemed happy and animated, and all of a sudden I couldn't keep my eyes off
of her.  She sat on the very front edge of the couch, and her short pleated
skirt rode up her long thin legs.  Her tight white blouse was casual but
form-fitting, and I couldn't help but wonder how a thirteen year old could
already have such pronounced curves, as thin as she was.  Never mind that
she had a well- defined butt and hips, a skinny little waist, but then a
noticeably ample chest for someone her age.  When I heard the sound of my
wife's high heels clicking down the hallway, I stood up perhaps too
abruptly, and walked in her direction.  I could feel my face flush with
embarrassment at the thought of lusting after one so young and innocent.

   Off we went, just Amber and me, for the first time since forever.  We
were both acting giddy, like prisoners who had just gotten sprung.  It had
been a long time since we were last out on the town, looking for adventure.
We stopped at a local watering hole, one that we had helped make famous
back in our day.  We sauntered in with high hopes, only to discover that
the only people we knew were holdout bartenders from the old days.  Even
the servers were new.  We had a cocktail and decided to try our luck
elsewhere.

   We didn't lack for places to go, that was for sure.  But everywhere we
went it was pretty much the same thing: people we didn't know (and mostly
younger), music that we didn't recognize, and every gin joint we went into
was less than half full.  It was the stricter drunken driving laws, the
bartenders explained.  More and more people were drinking at home now, and
the ones that did come out only had a couple drinks and then went home.  I
guess it was better and safer if there were fewer drunks on the roads, but
it sure hurt the prospects of former swingers like us.  Not only that, but
we were undeniably older now and I guess we weren't as attractive as we
once were.  It was a hard reality to swallow and the only thing we had left
was to order another drink and try to pretend we were having fun.

   In the end, we decided to head on home, defeated but unbowed.  A late
night bite at our downtown all night diner took away some of the sting.  We
managed a few laughs and did some reminiscing while we shared our platters
with each other, topped off by a decadent dessert and two forks.  It was
past midnight when we quietly unlocked the front door and tiptoed into the
living room.  Jenna was asleep and slumped back on the couch with the TV on
and the remote still in her hand.  Amber took off her heels before gliding
silently down the hallway towards the soft glow of Aaron's night light.  I
sat in the chair across from Jenna, watching her sleep.  She was so sweet
and darling, half sitting and half lying there; oblivious to my leering
eyes and shameful mind.  If I there was a halo lying around, I would have
placed it gently above her head.

   My imagination took over and I thought of several 'what if' scenarios,
one more obscene and nastier than the next.  But my reverie was broken by a
shrill voice coming from down the hall:

   "Ken?  Kenny!  You better get down here!"

   Oh crap, I thought, what did I do?  Can Amber read my mind from all the
way down the hall?  Not wanting her to wake Jenna or Aaron, I high tailed
it towards the den as quickly and as quietly as I could.  I found Amber in
the den sitting in front of the computer screen, frantically pushing the
fast forward button, then slowing the images down, changing cameras, and
then speeding it up again, like someone possessed.  It took me a while
before it went slowly enough for me to recognize the two people on the
screen: Jenna and Aaron.
"Stop it!" I commanded.  The single still frame showed Aaron completely
naked on his changing table, with Jenna's hand curled around his genitals.
There was no sound, but the images were clear and sharp.  Amber hit 'slow
motion' and we could see Jenna deliberately massaging our son's penis.  The
young girl stopped for a second to strip off her top and bra, much to the
apparent delight of Aaron; at least that was the look on his face.  As she
went back to stroking his little cock, she leaned towards him and put her
budding tits in his face.  He eagerly reached out and fondled them, and
then he started sucking on them.  Having been breast fed, it was nothing
new to him.  Jenna helped him out by squeezing them one by one so Aaron
could suck on her protruding nipples.  She continued to pump his dick with
her other hand until it actually became hard.  She finally guided him onto

his back and leaned over and began to suck his little hard-on.

   Holy crap!  We were both flabbergasted.  Amber immediately switched over
to the hidden bathroom cam, and we were shocked speechless.  Aaron lie in a
few inches of bathwater, while a completely naked Jenna knelt in the tub
with him.  She held his tiny legs above his head, and she was cleaning his
butt with a soapy wash cloth.  Aaron grinned as he watched her small but
jiggly breasts bob around before his delighted eyes.  She gave him the
cloth to hold, and he washed his little boy genitals while she picked up
the bar of soap and lathered up her hands real well.  We both gasped when
she pushed his legs back over his head and worked her index finger into his
rectum.  Aaron wiggled and squirmed around for a few seconds, but soon his
legs stilled and he seemed to enjoy her obscene intrusion.  She violated
his tight little bottom to her last knuckle, and she plunged it in and out
faster and faster.  Aaron had abandoned the wash cloth and put both his
hands on his ass cheeks and spread them as wide as he could.  We couldn't
tell if she had told him to do it, or if it was his own natural instincts,
because there was no sound accompanying the video.  Apparently emboldened,
Jenna switched to her middle finger and continued to finger fuck his bottom
relentlessly.  When she maneuvered to bury two fingers inside of him, Amber
couldn't take it.  She switched back to the camera that we had placed on
the shelf in Aaron's bedroom, but it was no less gruesome.

   We weren't sure what we were looking at right away.  At first, all we
saw was Jenna's bare back.  She was kneeling on his bed, facing away from
the camera.  Finally we saw Aaron's legs peeking out from under her ass. 
We couldn't see him because she was sitting on his face, and the rest of
her body covered his entire body except for his legs.  She may have been
holding his arms over his head, we weren't sure, but it was obvious that
she was riding his mouth shamelessly.

   Quickly back to the bathroom camera and the search for more
incriminating evidence.  Fast forward a little and they were no longer in
the bathtub.  They were all dried off and smiling at each other.  Jenna
turned Aaron around and bent his body over the toilet.  She was on her
knees with her face buried between his ass cheeks.  It looked like Aaron
was pushing his hips back towards her face, as if he was encouraging her to
continue.

   Again, Amber started shaking and she had trouble making the switch back
to the other camera.  She was immediately sorry.  She stopped fast
forwarding and settled on a scene where Jenna was now lying on her back on
Aaron's bed.  She had the boy on his stomach, nestled between her legs and
at first it looked like a sweet scene where they were just cuddling.  That
is until Aaron moved his head out of the way, and we could clearly see that
she was working his tiny fist into her vagina.  Again, we were dumb struck:
but not as much as a few minutes later when we saw that she had worked his
arm into her tight teen cunt up to his elbow.  Aaron looked on in
fascination as she moved his arm in and out, fucking her wanton pussy with
it.

   Amber was beside herself now, and she couldn't bring herself to go back
to the bathroom camera.  Instead she pushed fast forward once again and
stopped on another quaint scene: Aaron was now in his bed wearing his pj's
and a fresh diaper while Jenna brings in his bottle of apple juice.  But
before she gives it to him she turns away from the bed and unbeknownst to
her, she is facing right into the camera lens.  She unscrews the bottle top
and places it on his changing table.  We have a perfect view of her
lowering the half-full bottle of juice down between her legs and filling
the rest of the bottle up with her piss.  Amber jumped up from the chair
and I held her in place long enough to watch Jenna screw the lid back on
and hand the bottle to Aaron, who greedily sucked on the nipple.

   That was finally it for us both.  Amber broke away from me and tore down
the hallway.  I quickly shut Aaron's bedroom door on the way by and
followed close behind.  Amber was already bouncing on top of Jenna, who
woke up shrieking.  Amber got a few sharp slaps to the girl's face before I
could manage to break them up.

   "You fucking motherfucking sick fucking girl!  I'll KILL you if I get my
hands on you!" Amber struggled to free herself from my grasp, but I knew
better than to let her go.  Things were bad enough as it was.  Meanwhile,
Jenna looked confused and bewildered: what a way to wake up, after all! 
She didn't quite know what to make of Amber's obvious upsetment, but I felt
I should tell her:

   "Cameras!  Nanny Cams!  We hid them in the rooms.  We have everything on
tape.  You're busted, Jenna, big time," I announced sternly.  All the color
drained from Jenna's face, and she slumped down on the couch like a limp
Raggedy Ann doll.

   "The Police!  Call the fucking Police!" Amber implored.  "This sick
fucking bitch is going down!"

   With that, Jenna burst out crying.  She slid off the couch and collapsed
onto the floor.

   "I...I'm sorry!  I'm, so sorry!" Jenna wailed, as tears poured down her
anguished face.

   "Oh yeah, you're just sorry you got caught, you evil little fucking
scumbag!" Amber was inconsolable:

   "Call the Police, Kenny, NOW!"

   "NO PLEASE!  NOT THAT!  I'LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE!" Jenna pleaded.  By
now she was kneeling on the floor, her hand clasped in front of her,
begging for mercy.

   "KENNY!"

   "Hold on now, Amber.  Maybe there's a better way," I reasoned.

   "The only better way would be murder!" Amber insisted through her own
tears.

   "Maybe we can teach her a lesson: one that she'll never forget, huh?" I
offered.

   For once, Amber was silent.  I could tell I had hit a nerve and it
seemed to resonate with her.  I knew with her wild background she was
thinking of all kinds of scenarios.  She was eerily calm when she spoke:

   "So, you'll do anything we say if we decide not to call the cops?"

   "Oh yes ma'am, please!"

   "Well I guess we could just show the tapes to your parents, I suppose,"
Amber suggested.

   "Oh no!  Not them either!" Jenna sobbed distraughtly.

   "Yes, you're right.  We should probably just take the tapes to our
lawyers in the morning and they can tell us what to do," Amber suggested,
as angry bolts of lightning shot out of her eyes.

   "NO!  PLEASE!!  ANYTHING BUT THAT!  I'M SO SORRY!" Jenna repeated
herself, only with a more extreme sense of urgency.

   "Okay then," Amber said slowly and icily, "we'll settle this our
way...but know that we aim to punish you mercilessly!"

   Jenna nodded as her body shook visibly while she knelt before us.  By
that point, I had a hard-on as stiff as any I ever had in my life.  I guess
that made me sicker than Jenna, but I wanted to punish her too: for Aaron
and for Amber, and also for my own perverted reasons.  Amber took over at
that point:

   "Stand up!  Now take your clothes off: everything!" she commanded.

   Jenna reluctantly got to her feet.  She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and
unhooked her bra and let them fall to the ground.  She bent over and slid
her mini skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it.  She stood in
front of us completely naked; her young lithe body trembling in fear.  She
made a half-hearted attempt to cover her hairless mound with one hand and
she covered her nipples with her other arm.  I was beside myself.  I was
stunned by her beauty but ashamed of my wicked thoughts.  I needn't have
worried, because Amber was in charge at this point.

   "Humph!  No panties?  Where are your panties you little fucking rapist?"
Amber sneered.

   "They are, um...ah, in my purse," Jenna admitted.

   "Well, imagine that?" Amber said snidely.  She looked over at me and
told me to get her purse off the dining room table.  When I brought it to
her, she motioned for me to see if they were indeed in there.  I pulled out
a cute little pair of cotton briefs covered in characters from the "Frozen"
movie.  I almost came right there, and it was all I could do to keep from
taking a deep whiff of the crotch.

   "Now, go and get your belt, Kenny: the thick one!" Amber directed. 
"This little pervert is about to pay!"

   As I stood up and walked past my seemingly calm wife, she put her arm
around my neck and walked with me, whispering in my ear that it was going
to be a long night, and I should take one of my little blue pills.  I
nodded and went up the stairs, hoping that Amber didn't murder the girl
while I was gone.  As I retrieved my belt from my closet, I could hear
Amber scowl, and demand that Jenna open her mouth.  I could hear the girl
gagging and choking as Amber jammed her panties into her mouth.  I quickly
swallowed my pill and hurried downstairs just in time to watch my wife
force the Jenna's jaw closed and administer four stinging openhanded blows
back and forth across the blubbering girl's cheeks.  Jenna looked at me
pleadingly, like she hoped I would save her, but she knew that Amber was in
charge.  Her quick glance over at me was not missed by Amber, and she
abruptly sat down on the couch and pulled Jenna by the arm and draped her
across her lap.  She held the girl in place by twisting a thick handful of
Jenna's hair around her hand, and then she nodded to me.

   "Give it to her, Kenny.  Beat her ass until it bleeds if you want.  She
deserves every thick red welt you give her!"

   I'll admit, I had other forms of "punishment" in mind, but it would be
hours before dawn broke, and so the belt was as good a place as any to
start.  Mmmm, that ripe teenage ass looked so sweet and delectable, so
vulnerable and fresh.  Watching Jenna squirm in anticipation was just a
delicious treat, and I opened the session with enthusiasm:

   WHACK!  "That's for having the nerve to molest my baby!" declared my
wife.

   WHACK!  "That's for the disgusting things you did to him !" she
continued.

   SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  I stung her ass but good, four straight
times in rapid succession.  She was squirming like she had a butt full of
bees.  Amber tightened her grip on Jenna's hair and nodded towards me
again.

   "What does she deserve for using our son's arm for a dildo?" I guess she
left it up to me to answer her question.  I laid that leather belt across
her bare bottom as hard as I could for ten consecutive strokes, rendering
her sensitive rear end a quivering mound of bright red jelly before Amber
released her hair and pushed her off her lap and onto the floor.  Jenna lay
there sobbing, afraid to look up.  To my surprise, Amber turned to me and
barked out:

   "Strip!"

   Well, there was no sense in hesitating.  I heard her loud and clear.  I
did as she commanded, although I have to admit I was a little embarrassed
that my cock was sticking straight out and visibly throbbing.  I
instinctively tried to cover it up, which was kind of funny: hiding my
erection from my own wife.  Amber just smirked and ignored me as she
abruptly pushed Jenna off her lap and onto the floor.

   "You!  Get up on your knees!  NOW!" Amber lifted the girl to her knees
by her hair.

   "Put your hands behind your back!" She inserted her fingers into Jenna's
mouth and pulled out her saliva soaked panties.

   "Now spread those legs, little bitch.  Wider!" As Jenna obeyed, Amber
reached down and harshly pushed the wet panties into the young teen's cunt.
Jenna squirmed around, but she couldn't escape Amber's rough handling of
her most sensitive bits.

   "Open your mouth and suck his cock!" I don't know who was more
surprised, Jenna or me.  But I wasn't going to argue!  Jenna awkwardly made
her way over on her knees to where I was standing.  Amber followed behind
her and guided her head towards my already spasming joy stick.

   "Suck it!" By now Amber was standing behind the girl, holding her head
steady.  She looked up at me and growled: "Fuck her face!  Fuck it good! 
Make her gag on it!"

   I didn't have much to do but stand there and hold still.  Amber
orchestrated the whole thing: she had a tight grip on Jenna's long hair,
and she pushed her face forward until my cock was in her mouth.  I knew I
wasn't going to last long, but I was confident that I would recover quickly
once that blue pill kicked in.  I just put my hands on my hips and watched
as Amber pushed the young babysitter's head back and forth, forcing her to
adjust to my cock thrusting in and out.  I didn't know if the girl had ever
sucked a grown man's dick before, but she was learning fast.

   Amber slapped Jenna's face every so often as if to keep her focused on
her well-deserved "punishment".  I watched from above, and all I could do
was count my blessings.  I would have never imagined such a scene as this
one, even in my own well developed fantasy mind.  Watching my cock
disappear into Jenna's mouth was just this side of heaven, never mind that
there was nothing gentle about it at all.

   "Hold still!" My wife demanded, as she looked up at me.  I braced myself
just in time for Amber to push against the back of Jenna's head and I could
feel my shaft pass by her tonsils and slide down the girl's throat.  Jenna
choked on it and tried to pull back, but Amber would have none of it:

   "Just keep swallowing it, honey!" She kept the pressure on the back of
Jenna's head and I could feel my ball sac resting steadily on her chin. 
She looked up at me with real terror in her eyes, and it was clear she was
having difficulty breathing.  I felt sorry for her, but this was totally
Amber's show and I was a mere puppet and she held the strings.

   "Okay, now for the grand finale," she warned, as she proceeded to push
and pull Jenna's head in rapid fashion until I could no longer hold back.
My cock pumped semen into the girl's throat as she coughed and gasped for
air.

   "Swallow it!  Suck it all out!  Yes that's it!" Amber was downright
delighted in a sadistic sort of way as the young teenager struggled to
obey. I was in a state of total lust myself, as I reached out and took her
head in my hands and pounded her throat relentlessly until I was completely
drained.  When I finally pulled my softening penis out of her mouth, Amber
was right there to catch what remained of my jizz and Jenna's saliva, and
rub the sticky mix all over Jenna's freshly fucked face.  I barely made it
to the sofa before I slumped down in a heap, while Jenna collapsed on the
floor.  In a flash, my wife yanked Jenna's panties out of her pussy and
wiped the soaking wet material all over Jenna's already slimy face.  "All
clean!" she declared sarcastically before dropping the panties onto the
coffee table.  She stared down at the helpless girl in contempt.

   "That's a good place for you," Amber seethed at the girl, as she pushed
her over onto her back with her foot.  I could hardly believe what she did
next: in a flash, my wife had stripped off all her clothes and she
straddled Jenna's glistening face, squatting down until her pussy came into
contact with the girl's mouth.  She swayed up and down, and ground her
pussy into the girl's face, eliciting a low groan.
"Good!  Very good!  Just keep licking my steamy snatch!  I'll let you
know when to stop," she commanded.  Jenna really had no choice: my wife was
quite a bit larger than the slight girl, so the teen wasn't going anywhere
until Amber had had enough.  I watched, fascinated, as Amber gradually
warmed up to the task, grinding her cunt relentlessly into the girl's
captive mouth until she growled and hissed herself to a fierce orgasm, damn
near drowning the girl in the process.  She recovered quickly enough to

scoot down a little further on Jenna's face:

   "Lick my ass clean while you're down there, you sick little pedo bitch!"
As the girl obeyed, Amber reached down and grabbed her young titties and
pulled at them, pinching her exposed nipples until she whimpered in pain. I
suspect she may have screamed out loud but for her mouth being full of my
wife's ass.

   "I saw you on the video pinching your nipples for Aaron, so I figured
you might like this!" She growled at the teen angrily.

   When Amber finally had enough, she slowly stood up and stiffly made her
way to the couch, plopping down next to me in a heap.  Jenna began to stir,
but Amber told her not to move: she had more punishment in mind, but for
now we all took a much needed break.  I could see the wheels turning in
Amber's mind, as she contemplated her next move.  All of a sudden, her eyes
lit up like she had just won the lottery.

   "Kenny, if you've ever thought of eating this little slut's pussy, now's
your chance!" Amber announced as she jumped off the couch and headed down
the hall.

   "I'll be right back!" she barked gleefully over her shoulder. 
Meanwhile, I wasted no time taking my wife up on her offer.  She knew me
too well, I thought, laughing to myself as I took up my position between
the young teen's spread open legs.  Jenna offered no resistance, which led
me to believe she wasn't all that interested in protesting the intrusion of
my tongue into her sweet, musky pussy.  I wondered if I was the first
person to ever lick her, but it didn't really matter: it was my turn now,
and I gave her my best effort, licking and sucking on her labia, while I
took her clitty between my teeth and bit down just hard enough to feel her
hips shudder and her hands grasp each side of my face.

   I thought my chance was over as fast as it started when I heard Amber in
the kitchen rummaging around in drawer after drawer until finally she let
out a delightful "AHA!" Seconds later she rejoined us in the living room,
and I stopped licking that precious smooth pussy and looked up.  Amber
waved me off, and told me to keep sucking on the girl.  She held something
behind her back as she walked toward us and then she proudly produced a
large funnel.  I didn't understand at first, but then she immediately
shoved it into Jenna's mouth.

   "And now for a special treat of some of that "Apple Juice" you seemed to
enjoy sharing with Aaron so much!  Now hold still and don't spill any,
because if you do you won't like the consequences, understand?"

   Jenna nodded tentatively, a look of fearful anticipation coming over her
face.

   "And another thing: Don't you dare swallow any of it until you're told
to, got it?" Amber added as she took her position above the girl's mouth.
She pinned Jenna's arms to the side of her body with her hands as she
squatted down over the funnel.  I was rather surprised by her creativity.
It turned me on even more to think that my wife could be so calculating and
cunning in such a nasty sort of way, and I redoubled my efforts to make
Jenna cum with just my tongue, even as she had to deal with her newest
dilemma.

   "Ah, yes!" Amber declared triumphantly, as her piss stream slowly filled
the funnel to the brim.  "Don't spill any of my nice warm apple juice, now,
do you hear?  Just keep holding the funnel between your teeth until I tell
you otherwise."

   With that, she took her hands off Jenna's arms and proceeded to slap her
tits back and forth, back and forth, and I could feel the girl's pussy
clench and unclench with each new assault.  She began to lose control, and
her hips showed that she was going to cum any second.  Amber took hold of
Jenna's tits and squeezed them at just the right moment, and barked out her
order:
"Swallow now!  Yes, take all of my hot, disgusting piss down your

throat!"

   We could both see the liquid drain out of the funnel, and Jenna's eyes
betrayed the unpleasantness of drinking Amber's piss.  Encouraged, Amber
straddled the girl's mouth once again as Jenna's orgasm finally subsided.

   "Hold on, honey, here is some more of the good stuff for you!"

   After a few seconds, Amber's pee stream started up again, and to my
surprise, she was able to refill the entire funnel.

   "Now, keep steady while you get your nasty cunt finger fucked," she told
her.  She nodded to me, and I complied like the good assistant I was.

   Jenna was so wet I managed to get most of my hand up inside of her; all
the way in until my knuckles disappeared.  I wiggled and twisted my four
fingers until she was writhing on the floor in pleasure/pain, all the while
keeping the dreaded piss-filled funnel in her mouth, anxiously awaiting the
command that would release the vile liquid into her mouth and down her
throat.

   "Okay, little bitch, you can drink it down now," Amber finally
announced. She was pretty clever, that wife of mine: because she made the
girl wait before she swallowed, it was actually a kind of relief to her
when she got permission.  After the funnel was drained, Amber took it out
of Jenna's mouth, lay on her back and flipped the slender girl over on top
of her body, her cherry red buttocks pointing towards the ceiling.

   "Now, suck my wet pussy, you little slut!"

   As the girl obeyed, Amber looked up from the floor at me:

   "Spread the little whore's ass and tongue fuck it!" I wasted no time
complying, and soon I was burying my tongue into Jenna's steaming hot
rectum.  It was such a turn-on my pill-powered cock stood straight out as I
pleasured the young babysitter's virgin asshole, or at least I assumed it
had never been violated until now.  What surprised me the most was watching
my wife proceed to hungrily suck on the girl's cunt while I tongue fucked
her ass.  In all the wild times we had in the past, I don't remember Amber
ever going down on another woman.  She would do anything with a man,
including eating his ass, but she never had oral sex with another female.
Until now.  I wasn't sure why she changed her mind this time, and I made a
mental note to ask her later.  But I had other things to consider that were
much more important than that.

   Amber pulled her mouth away from Jenna's pussy, and even though her face
was only inches from my own, she felt the need to almost yell her next
command at me:

   "Fuck her ass!  Fuck it hard and deep!"

   Even Jenna groaned out loud when she heard it, and her body went into a
serious shiver in response.  I stood up and straddled her tight round
buttocks, split them open as wide as I could, and began working the head of
my cock into her forbidden entrance.  Meanwhile, I could hear Amber's
frenzied slurping of the girl's cunt as I fed more and more of my shaft
into her quivering hole.  Finally, her sphincter muscle popped open, and my
entire manhood slid inside of her until it bottomed out, with my balls
slapping against her sticky loins.

   Emboldened, I worked up a steady rhythm that I knew I would be able to
sustain for as long as I wanted, thanks to the blue pill.  I settled into
my pace, and realized how tight and wonderful a young anus felt on my thick
meat.  I was in my glory, and so, apparently, was young Miss Jenna, who
writhed and gasped and cooed as she rode my cock and Amber's mouth at the
same time.  It may have seemed like punishment when Amber came up with the
idea, but from the groans and sighs Jenna was making, it sounded like
anything but.

   I concentrated on stroking in and out and watching my entire length
disappear again and again deep into Jenna's ass, and I could have gone on
forever, or so I thought.  Out of nowhere and without warning, all of a
sudden Amber reached up and yanked my dick out of Jenna's steaming ass and
put it in her mouth!  I kept pumping as I tried to fathom my wife's bold
move.  Ass to mouth with this evil little child molester!  I was
overwhelmed with lust as she grabbed my shaft and reinserted it into
Jenna's ass.  I kept going without losing my rhythm, but I knew I would
never look at my wife the same again.

   After another hundred or so pounding strokes, Jenna began to shriek and
squeal louder and more intensely, and it sounded like she was getting ready
to let loose once again.  But Amber intervened, and took my cock into her
mouth again, sucking me for all she was worth.  I was getting pretty worked
up as well, just thinking about Amber sucking Jenna's ass juices off my
cock.

   Just as Amber's hips started shaking as well, she released my spasming
manhood, shoved it back inside Jenna's ass, and sucked on the girl's cunt
in earnest.  Soon enough, the three of us were shaking, our bodies jerking
in unison, as one after the other exploded in orgasm.  We fell together in
one big heap on the floor; all of us struggling to catch our breath.

   When calmness finally prevailed, we noticed that the dawn was breaking
already, and we hastily made our way to our bed, leaving Jenna curled up on
the sofa wrapped in a blanket.  Amber had gathered up all our clothes and
dropped them in the laundry room.  We knew that Aaron usually slept fairly
late for a two year old, so we all passed out and fell right to sleep.

   After a couple of hours, I awoke to use the bathroom.  It was light out
by then, and it wasn't difficult to see that Jenna had acquired a couch
mate: Aaron was all cuddled up next to her, his little arm wrapped around
her waist.  It was a rather sweet and poignant scene, especially
considering everything that had happened the night before.  I went back to
bed and whispered to Amber that she should go look in the living room.  She
mumbled something about having to go to the bathroom too, so she got up. 
In the meantime, I fell back to sleep.  Amber came back to bed but she said
nothing to me.
It was closer to lunchtime when we finally ate breakfast.  By then,
everyone had showers and wore clean clothes.  The mood was pretty lively,
considering how the night had started out.  Aaron was enjoying the
attention he got from his new found friend, and Amber's understandable
animosity towards Jenna seemed to have subsided: at least for the moment.
But as we were leaving the house, I took Aaron and buckled him into his car
seat.  I saw Amber grab Jenna by the arm and turn so they were face to

face.

   "Don't think for a minute that we're done with you, young lady."

   Jenna just looked down at the ground and nodded her head.

   We all took the ride to Jenna's house.  As I drove the thirty minutes it
took, Amber reminded me that we had our trip to the mountains coming up the
following weekend.  We had a timeshare for a week in a sparsely outfitted
log cabin up in the middle of nowhere.  Amber wondered aloud if we should
invite Jenna along.  Surely we could use her babysitting services up there!
I gave her a confused look, but she put her finger to her lips and flashed
a frown at me, so I said nothing.

   When we dropped the girl off, Amber proposed her idea to Jenna's
parents, and they saw no reason to object to our offer.  And so it was
settled: we would pick Jenna up on Friday evening and head to the mountains
for a week's vacation.
On the drive back home, I casually mentioned that I was under the
impression that Amber's parents were lined up to watch Aaron for the week.
Amber looked straight ahead, but I could see that she was smiling and
shaking her head in agreement.  She turned to me and with a naughty twinkle

in her eye, said:
   "Yes!  Yes they are!"