Eighteen-year-old Annie thinks she's over for a night of babysitting, but she's in for more than she bargained for when the hot twenty-four-year old son seduces her after the little body goes to bed. Things are about to get rough and raunchy when his dad and best friend join the fun. Can Annie handle the extreme group sex they're about to dish out? WARNING: This is a raunchy, hardcore smut story for adults only! All characters in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen. This story features pussy licking, cock sucking, anal sex, extremely rough sex, dubious consent, spanking, dirty talk, and the taking of a woman’s virginity. If this offends you, do not read it! EXCERPT: Mr. Dawson instantly appeared in the doorway as though he’d been listening in to their conversation. He unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt and stepped forward, clearing his throat. He sat down on the other side of Annie, and she felt the bed sag under his considerable weight. His fat hand rested on her bare knee. “What are you doing?” she asked him. “This,” he said. Before she could object, Mr. Dawson grabbed her face and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She wanted to object – to push him away and slap him, to demand that he stop immediately. But Ryan’s hand fondled her breast, and she felt the familiar tingle inside her panties that signaled her getting horny. Mr. Dawson’s hand fell back to her leg, and it slid up her thigh and disappeared underneath her skirt. His fingers probed against her panties, rubbing her through the thin, damp cloth. Ryan squeezed her breast through her shirt, and she gasped at his touch. Only Ryan’s touch kept her from screaming and running away from Mr. Dawson’s pawing. Ryan turned his face toward him and pulled her into a spectacular kiss. She melted into his embrace, barely noticing the fat, sweaty hand that had made its way inside her panties and was now dipping itself between her labia. Ryan’s tongue probed inside her mouth, sending shivers of ecstasy through her. She found herself reaching forward and grasping his stiffening cock through his shorts. With Ryan’s kiss absorbing her, she hardly noticed when Mr. Dawson pulled her panties down and discarded them. Ryan deftly leaned back onto the bed, taking her with him as he continued to kiss her passionately. She paid no attention to the face that her legs were being spread apart, and the scruffy face of Ryan’s stepfather was burying itself firmly between them. She was vaguely aware of the feeling of something warm and soft against her clit. Ryan continued to kiss her, running his fingers through her hair, keeping her mesmerized. His hands explored her body, reaching underneath her shirt and grasping her small breast, cupping it gently and massaging it. She purred softly, the sound muffled by his kiss on her mouth. Her hips began to writhe slightly as pleasure washed over her. She didn’t understand or even care why it was happening. All she could think of was the deliciousness of Ryan’s kiss, tasting faintly of alcohol, and his touch.