Chapter 2

‘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.