Subject: Dark Dreamer Repost: Drugged Babysitter  MFf/teen/drug
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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   This story is about what happens when a teenage babysitter gets
into some spiked cola, and incites the lust of the couple she's
babysitting for. Technically this is nc (non-consensual), because
of the drugs, so if that bothers you don't read on.

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    Amy felt a little fuzzy headed for some reason. She was sort of
sleepy, yet at the same time felt a strange kind of heat and
energy.

   She was sitting, slumping really, on the Anderson's couch
watching MTV on their big screen TV, babysitting their rotten kid,
Josh, who'd thankfully gone to bed without arguing tonight. It
wasn't great work but it was all the could get that allowed her to
study at the same time.

   Unfortunately, by the time she'd gotten the kid to bed and was
ready to start studying, her eyes were too tired to read. They kept
closing every time she read through a couple of sentences in her
Economics book.

   Economics often put her to sleep but not this early.

   She turned lengthwise on the couch, resting her head against one
of the armrests and closing her eyes. She sighed and wondered if
she should make some coffee.

   No, that was silly. She'd already had two glasses of cola that
evening and was into her third. Cola had plenty of caffeine in it.

   So why was she falling asleep?

   She reached out for her glass, and brought it back to herself,
then lost her grip and dropped the nearly full glass on her chest.
She giggled for some reason. Her head felt fuzzy and her eyes
weren't focusing properly.

   She sang a nursery rhyme, but forgot most of the words so kept
repeating the same line.

   She felt herself shaking and wondered if she were sick, then she
realized that Mister and Mrs Anderson were home, bending over and
looking at her, and that Mister Anderson was shaking her arm. She
giggled at how stupid she was not to have known that.

   "She's been into the joy juice," Susan Anderson said with a
snarl.

   "Well, how was I to know?" Her husband Jack said.

   "I told you to make sure it wasn't in the fridge, you dumb
bastard. Of course she'd have some. We told her to take what she
wanted and it looks like cola."

   "How much do you think she had?"

   "Too much, and it looks like she's spilled it all over herself
too."

   "What do we do?"

   "I'll take her upstairs and clean her up. You get rid of that
shit and clean up the Goddam couch."

   Amy heard the conversation, though she didn't make out many of
the words. She blinked her eyes and sighed, feeling good as she
snuggled into the couch. But something was pulling her up and she
realized it was Mrs. Anderson.

   "Come on, honey, let's go upstairs," she said.

   "Huhhmmmm?" Amy groaned.

   "Help me up with her," Susan grunted, pulling the girl into a
sitting position. Jack gripped her other arm and the two lifted her
to her feet. Susan pulled her arm across her shoulders and led her
to the stairs as Amy tried to sing the nursery rhyme again.

   "Check on Josh," Susan called over her shoulder.

   "Right."

   She half carried the girl up to the master bathroom and inside,
then sat her down on the closed toilet. Her fingers nimbly
unfastened the redhead's shirt and pulled it over her shoulders.
Her bra was soaked through as well so Susan removed that.

   "You would have to be wearing white," she muttered, looking down
at the stain on Amy's pants. she undid the button, then lifted the
girl to her feet and tugged the sweatpants down her hips, taking
her panties with them. She let Amy sit back on the toilet as she
took her clothes down the hall and shoved them into Jack's arms.

   "Josh is fine, he's sound asleep," Jack said.

   "Here, wash these," she said, still scowling.

   "I'm sorry. I forgot," he shrugged.

   She went back into the bathroom to find Amy on her feet. The
dazed redhead was leaning forward over the counter, staring at
herself in the mirror. As Susan watched her face got closer and
closer until her nose was almost pressed against the glass. The red
headed teenager's hands were on the counter to prop her up and her
legs had spread apart to balance herself better.

   Susan caught her breath and groaned weakly. She'd had the hots
for Amy since she'd first set eyes on the willowy young girl last
year, attracted by her long, coltish legs and her high round
breasts, breasts that seemed to have grown larger in the
intervening months.

   She had always been bisexual and she and her husband had had
many two on ones. They were swingers, and often as not she fucked
both man and woman when they traded partners.

   She'd fantasised about seducing Amy but hadn't done anything to
bring it about, partly because she didn't want to risk scaring off
a babysitter. Babysitters were hard to find, especially good,
reliable ones like Amy.

   But Jesus! How much temptation was she expected to bear? The
girl's cunt was sticking out so open and exposed. It was so
beautiful too, a tiny slit in a soft mound with a nice dusting of
dark coppery hair. It ached to be sucked. The girl's ass was
gorgeous too, all round and tight and firm looking.

   She swallowed and moved up beside the girl, looking at her in
the mirror. She caught her breath at the reflected sight of Amy's
breasts. Even leaning over they hardly changed position at all,
sticking straight out from her chest. Her little nipples were hard
from the cool of the air-conditioned room and it was all Susan
could do to keep herself from grabbing them and starting to suck.

   "Hello, Amy," she said. "How are you feeling?"

   "I'm naked,," Amy said, sounding confused but not very bothered.

   "You spilled something on yourself. We put them in the washer."

   "Oh."

   "How do you feel?"

   "Okay... I guess." She blinked several times at herself in the
mirror. Susan's eyes shifted from the girl's tits to her ass and
pussy and she licked her lips anxiously. Amy had thick, straight
hair that fell mid-way down her back. Right now it had fallen
forward over her shoulders and was partly covering her breasts.
Susan reached out a tentative hand and brushed back some of it,
pulling it behind the girl so her breasts were exposed completely.

   "Should I be naked?" Amy asked in confusion.

   "Your clothes are in the washer," Susan reminded her.

   "Oh yeah." She paused for a few seconds. "How come your clothes
aren't in the washer?"

   Susan closed her eyes briefly, then opened them and looked
grimly at the naked teenager. She reached behind her and unhooked
her dress, then shrugged it forward, letting it drop down to the
floor. She stepped out of it, then quickly removed her bra and
panties. Naked, she stood behind Amy, her hands going to the girl's
shoulders, kneading and massaging them.

   "That feels nice," Amy sighed.

   "You're a very pretty girl, Amy," Susan said, her voice husky.

   "I know," Amy sighed.

   Susan pulled her back upright and turned her around. The girl
stared at her nakedness without reaction. Susan swallowed, then
slid her hands into the mass of copper colored hair and gazed into
the glassy eyes. She pulled Amy's face forward and pressed her lips
against her.

   Amy didn't react at first, then began to kiss back, perhaps
instinctively. Susan dipped her tongue between the teenager's lips
and slid it around inside her mouth. Her hands went around Amy's
body and pulled her in tightly as her kiss became more hungry. She
groaned as she felt the girl's firm breasts squash up against her
own small mammaries.

   Her hands slid down onto Amy's buttocks and she squeezed them,
glorying in the softness and the smoothness of the white flesh.

   Amy was swaying a little and, as the force and passion of
Susan's kisses grew, began to pull back in alarm. Susan wasn't
willing to let her go, tightening her hold on the slender teen and
stabbing her tongue into her mouth.

   Amy wriggled against her and Susan shifted her grip, her left
hand coming up and grabbing a chunk of blond hair, her right
sliding up and cupping the teenager's left breast as she pushed her
back against the counter.

   "Wa... wait," Amy gasped. "S... stop!"

   Susan couldn't, she was too hot. She kneaded the girl's full
young breast, her body pressing the redhead backwards over the
counter, her hand forcing the girl's head up and back, holding it
in place as her tongue shot into her mouth again and again.

   Amy's mind was a blurred mass of disarray. She was disoriented,
not sure what was going on or even where she was. She reached
behind her, trying to pry the woman's hand from her hair, gasping
for breath as she pulled her mouth free.

   Susan bent and slid her lips over Amy's left breast, both her
hands kneading and squeezing the soft young mammaries as she sucked
and licked on the nipple. Amy shook her head and tried to clear her
mind. She saw Susan sucking on her nipple and knew she should push
her away, but the woman's hands and tongue felt good on her boobs.

   What was going on anyway, she wondered.

   Susan slid a hand down to the girl's cunt and squeezed it,
sighing in happiness at the feel of it. She pressed her fingers
between the tight little pussy lips and rubbed up and down against
Amy's clitty.

   Amy felt pleasure seeping into her body as she swayed there in
confusion. She was half sitting on the edge of the counter, her
legs spread as the older woman licked on her nipples and rubbed her
pussy. She didn't understand why she was naked, or why Susan was
naked, or what Susan was doing. It felt nice, but somehow she knew
it was wrong.

   Perhaps it was all the dates she'd had the last few years where
boys had put their hands on her breasts and between her legs and
she'd shoved them off. Sometimes it had felt good too, but she'd
still shoved them off. Yet for some reason, she hesitated now,
though she didn't know why.

   Mrs Anderson was a girl, she thought in bewilderment. What was
she doing anyway?

   Her pussy was feeling very hot and her nipples were... sooo
hard... so hard they ached, so hard they hurt. She shoved at the
older woman, her hands trying feebly to push her away from her
aching nipples.

   Susan clung tightly to her, her tongue whipping across the
outraged tit knob, her teeth chewing and gnawing on the flesh, her
mouth sucking on it. She stroked her fingers rapidly across the
teenager's clitty, feeling a wetness seeping out of the aroused
cunt slit.

   Amy's nipples stung they were so hard, and her cunt was buzzing
with an incredibly frustrating itch, all hot and wet and
uncomfortable. Her body was enveloped in a warm haze and she felt
herself losing control of her muscles. She shoved again at Mrs
Anderson.

   "Nooooo," she gasped. "Noooo. S... stop!"

   She shoved hard and knocked the woman back against the opposite
wall. She staggered towards the door to escape her but Susan jumped
quickly back coming behind her. She jammed her hand in under the
stumbling red headed girl's buttocks and grabbed her pussy,
squeezing it hard.

   Amy cried out, her body hitting the door as she staggered under
the sudden blow of pleasure and pain. She clawed at the door in
mindless delirium, her body thrumming with crackling electricity.
She opened her mouth to cry out again but could not gain the breath
for it.

   Susan squeezed again, harder, squeezed over and over again,
mashing her fingers into the girls' soft, pulpy cunt mound. Amy
gave a low quivering moan and arched her back, grinding her pussy
back and down on Susan's hand. She threw her head back so far her
dark red hair brushed against her ass cheeks, and jerked repeatedly
as she was hammered by bolts of powerful pleasure.

   "That's it, little one," Susan purred. "Feel it. Feel it. Feel
the pleasure. I can do much more for you."

   She pressed her body against Amy, her other hand sliding around
the trembling, shaking redhead and sliding down between her legs.
She ground her thumb down on Amy's clitty as she kneaded her cunt
flesh and Amy wept in pleasure and ecstasy, her eyes unseeing as
she jerked her ass back against Susan.

   Susan pulled the hapless redhead back from the door and opened
it, then led her, an arm around her waist, down the hall to the
master bedroom. She pushed her or perhaps let her fall on the bed,
then knelt between her legs, gripping them and pulling them apart.
She stared into the moist little cunt opening and licked her lips
in anticipation, then bent and began to lick.

   Amy's breathing evened out and soon she was looking down at
Susan with the same dazed bewilderment as before.

   "Wha... what... what are... you doing?" she gulped.

   "I'm sucking your hot little pussy," Susan said.

   Amy stared at her in surprise, trying to match the words with
something in her memory. Susan continued to lick at her snatch,
sliding her tongue against her clitty as she slowly wriggled a
finger into the fuck pipe.

   "Oh... oh... Oohhhhhh," the girl moaned.

   "That's right baby," Susan whispered.

   She pushed her finger deeper, amazed at how tight she was.
Surely she couldn't be... but she was.. a virgin. Susan was amazed.
She was sure the girl had been fucking before. What was wrong with
the boys in her school anyway? Were they all idiots?

   The door opened and Jack walked in.

   "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes widening at the sight. He
closed the door and moved over to the bed, his eyes running over
the nubile red headed girl as she wriggled on the bed.

   "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked.

   Susan gave him a sour look, then locked thumb and forefinger
around Amy's clit and ground them together. Amy's wriggling became
writhing and her head thrashed from side to side as she began to
gasp for breath.

   "That's not what I meant," he grinned.

   "Watch her cum," Susan said, grinding again, stuffing two
fingers down the girls' slot and pumping rapidly. Jack sat down on
the edge of the bed and slid a hand onto Amy's right breast,
rolling the nipple as the redhead grunted and moaned and ground her
ass into the bed.

   "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! Nungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UUuuuunnghhhh!" she
groaned, arching her back as her body was flooded with sexual
ecstasy. Her body bounced and shook and heaved as she blew through
the orgasmic storm, then she fell limp again, panting for breath.

   "Very responsive, isn't she?"

   "So far," Susan said. She looked up at him and locked eyes.
"She's a virgin."

   He grinned and began undoing his pants. Susan bent over the
girl's pussy and began licking again.

   Amy groaned, her legs shifting on the bed, bare toes opening and
closing. She raised an arm, then it fell back to the bed. She tried
to sit up, getting her head and shoulders up, but then fell back.

   Jack stripped naked as he watched his wife eating out the pretty
little redhead. He could hardly wait to get at that cherry pie and
his cock was hardening with eager anticipation.

   Amy turned her head and saw him, realizing with some confusion,
that he too was now naked. She saw his cock then and giggled,
because it looked so funny sticking out like that all red and hard.

   Anderson crawled into bed and his wife moved out of the way as
he got between Amy's legs. Amy looked down at him and watched as he
pressed his hard cockhead against her wet fuck entrance. Some spark
of realization hit her and she tried to wriggle away.

   "No! Don't!" she gasped, half turning onto her side and trying
to crawl away. Susan and Jack both grabbed her, pushing her back
onto her back. Jack grabbed her leg and Susan gripped her flailing
arms, pressing them down. She pulled her hands up above her head
and pushed them back against the bed above her.

   Amy whimpered in fright, jerking and shaking, writhing in their
grasp as she tried to pull away from the angry looking red organ
that was pointing at her sex.

   "It's okay now, honey," Jack said soothingly.

   "Don't worry, baby, it'll feel so good inside you," Susan cooed,
stroking Amy's breasts.

   "No.! No!" Amy cried, the words triggering more fright. That
big, ugly thing couldn't go into her. It would kill her!

   She thrashed desperately but the two adults held her in place as
Jack pressed his knob against her slit and pushed it in. Her oiled
pussy lips opened and accepted the hard invader and he groaned at
how tight she was inside.

   Amy whimpered in fear, soothed not at all by Susan's cooing and
whispering. Finally the woman locked her lips over Amy's mouth and
kissed her hard long and deep. Amy's whining was muffled as Jack
fed her more cock.

   He felt an obstruction inside her and cursed in happiness, then
increased the pressure. Amy's legs thrashed on the bed and he
grabbed them, lifting them and pushing them back, shoving them wide
so her knees were pressed into the bed on either side of her.

   Her ass was raised high and Jack thrust into her, smashing
through her cherry and burying his tool in her tight, sucking fuck-
hole.

   Amy screamed into Susan's mouth, tears trickling down the side
of her face as she felt herself impaled on the hard thick tool. She
shuddered in fear and pain, moaning to herself.

   Susan pulled her mouth free and licked the tears off.

   "All gone, honey," she said. "It won't hurt any more. Your
cherry is gone and now you can have fun fucking. You'll see. It'll
feel so good you won't want to stop."

   Amy whimpered but didn't stop weeping until the pain faded
completely. Jack let her legs down, though he kept ahold of them,
kept them wide as he began to slowly pump into the girl's fuck-
tunnel. Susan rained kisses on Amy's face, then slid her tongue
down onto her right breast and nipple, slurping and sucking on it.

   She rubbed and squeezed both nipples, shifting her mouth from
one to the other as Jack fucked her with steadily increasing speed
and force. Soon Amy was sighing in pleasure again, the pain totally
forgotten as her body responded to its first fuck.

   She mewled in helpless pleasure, and Susan backed away, letting
Jack fall onto the girl, letting her feel a man's body on her for
the first time. He kissed her, his tongue sliding through her lips
as his hands kneaded her breasts. He slid both hands down under her
to cup her ass, then fucked steadily, harder and harder.

   Amy grunted and moaned, gasping and whimpering in pleasure.
Jack's cock drove into her with hard thrusts, making her gasp with
each stroke. Her legs jerked and flopped on the bed as she
tentatively brought her arms around him and started kissing him
back.

   She came, jerking and shaking and babbling incoherently, her
body heaving and wriggling as it was torn by a deep shattering
climax. Her cunt spasmed around Jack's cock and almost made him
cum, but by a superhuman effort he held back.

   Amy groaned and went limp again. Susan laughed and ran her
fingers through the soft red hair.

   "Wasn't that nice?" she whispered.

   She watched as her husband fucked the girl, then tapped his
shoulder, motioning him back. He pulled back up onto his knees, his
cock still sliding in and out of the moaning girl. Susan threw her
leg across Amy's head and straddled her face, then lowered her
snatch.

   She felt the girl's face against her cunt, then Amy's hands on
her buttocks as the redhead tried to push her off.

   "Suck me, Amy," she said. "Suck my pussy. Suck me just like I
sucked you. Remember how I licked you? Remember how I pushed my
tongue on your clitty? Lick me, Amy. Lick me!"

   Amy's mind could remember very little, but she did remember how
the woman had wriggled her tongue around against her sex, and
staring at the brown fringed slit an inch from her face she tried
to decide what to do. Susan lowered her face onto Amy's mouth and
the redhead pushed her tongue out, sticking it through the tight
lips.

   "Yessssssds! Lick it! Lick it!" Susan gasped.

   Surprised, Amy began to lick on the slit, pushing it inside as
much as she could and running it up and down between the cunt lips.
She didn't have much technique, but she made up for it with
enthusiasm. She couldn't see Susan's face but could hear her
groaning in happiness, urging her on, telling her she was doing
right. Amy liked to make people happy and licked faster.

   Remembering about how good it had felt when Susan had licked her
clitty, she searched for it then began to concentrate her attention
there. Susan groaned in pleasure, her hands going down onto Amy's
fat breasts and squeezing them.

   She and Jack both leaned forward and kissed passionately. Jack
bucked his hips forward faster, turned on beyond all control by the
sight of his wife riding the red-headed teen's face. He threw his
cock into the redhead with wild abandon, twirling tongues with
Susan.

   He blew his wad inside the tight pussy just as Amy began to
bounce up and down again. He continued to pump, his finger going
down and rubbing her clitty as he rammed his cock into her guts.
Amy made wild noises down between Susan's lips but kept licking.
Seconds later Susan came as well, rocking back and forth on Amy's
face as her eyes rolled up and her back arched in pleasure.

   Hours passed. They changed positions rapidly, and somehow the
multiple orgasms sobered the girl up, probably by sweating and
draining the drug from her system. Yet as she became more coherent,
more rational, she made no effort to escape the lustful couplings
the other two were performing with her.

   She learned how to suck cocks, and even deep throat them. She
learned how to expertly suck pussy. Susan fist fucked her to an
orgasm so powerful she lost consciousness.

   When she woke, she was on her belly. Susan knelt beside her
holding her hand. She felt Jack's hands on the small of her back
and felt a strange fullness in her ass, realizing after some
puzzlement, that he had his cock buried in her rectum.

   She felt terribly embarrassed at that but her embarrassment soon
gave way to delight as Jack pounded his cock up her ass with
furious strokes that dragged her into yet another orgasm.

   It was not a night she ever would have wished upon herself, or
even her worst enemy, yet it was not a night she would ever forget,
or would ever want to.