Peter Jensen - The boyfriend_s Dad

The next morning arrived all too soon for Tamera.

Her mother leaving the house woke her with a start. As the front door slammed, and the sound reverberated through her skull in a half-jointed way, and it was with difficulty that she remembered that her mother had an early appointment with the doctor; she couldn't recall what was the matter this time, for the ailments seemed to blend into one another to form one long plea for attention.

Tamera lay still for a time, listening to the strangely silent house, and the softness of her drowsiness was slow to dissipate, like a fog on a cold, wet morning. She moved at last, only to feel excruciating pain. "Ohhh," she groaned aloud. "What… what's wrong with me?" Her head was like a block of molten lead, and her muscles were tied into spasming knots of twitching torment, but then the pain would begin to lessen as she once more lay quiet. She had a hard time collecting her distorted thoughts, putting into order what had happened to her to cause this horrid condition…

The drinking, the marijuana… the capitulation of her aroused body to the mouth and hands and penis of Eddie McDonald… the obscene motion picture of the woman and the dog… Eddie and Jason naked, Nancy naked, herself naked… the plunging cock of Eddie's insatiable loins grinding deep around into her feverish, wide-splayed vagina… a vagina that up until that moment had been completely virginal.

The total impact of what had happened to her hit hard, and the traces of her sluggishness vanished. She shot upright, ignoring the spasming pain of her hangover, impervious to anything save the realization of her previous night's activities. "My God. No." Questions began to run through her head, spearing through the soft cotton that her mind seemed to be swaddled in, and she stumbled from the bed and lurched against the dresser, staring with stricken eyes into the mirror. "Oh, no," she moaned again thickly. "It must have been a dream…"

Yet heavy lines marred the teenager's fresh, youthful face, and her eyes were sunk deeply in their black-rimmed sockets as though she'd aged to her mother's years overnight. She looked down at her naked body, nude and pink with sleep, and saw the masses of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her taut breasts and inner thighs. Her rich, full red-nippled breasts were nearly raw, and light exploration of her pubic area with tentative fingerings proved to be exceedingly painful, and though she tried to feel between her blonde pubic curls and to the swollen inflamed lips of her well-fucked cunt, she couldn't. She had to grip the edge of the dresser from the sharp ache which lanced from her pussy up through her belly.

"Oh God, oh God," she mewled abjectly, and then forcing back tears of mortification, she backed to the bed and fell upon its warm covers. It had happened. She'd been drugged and then fucked to within an inch of her life… not once, but many times over the balance of the evening, and when her eyes hadn't been shut with the ecstasy of the moment, she'd been staring greedily at her girl-friend being fucked by the other boy, Jason.

Oh God, Nancy! Her own girlfriend! She had known exactly what would take place, and that Tamera was a virgin… she'd done it on purpose! Oh, how she hated Nancy! She'd never speak to her again as long as she lived! She was ruined by her! And then, as the first heat of her insensible rage passed, another moan came to the girl's lips as she realized that she herself had been drawn into the ravishment by her lewd arousal at the movie of that voluptuous woman being fucked by the dog. She'd been repulsed at first, but then had watched with fascination, her own unleashed passion permitting Eddie to take possession of her helplessly aroused body. She was no better than Nancy or the boys, only newer at the games, for hadn't her own flesh bucked and twisted in its lustful search for fulfillment beneath her attacker? And hadn't she demanded insatiably that Eddie McDonald fuck her again and again, even after the movie was over and the lights had been turned on? Yes, she had… she'd lain on the couch as naked and unashamed as Nancy, Eddie's cum still wetting her flesh and hair, and she'd cried out for him to come and fuck her…

Tamera squeezed her eyes shut as the erotic recollections flooded through her… she felt so alone now, so helpless and alone. She couldn't go to her mother, for such a confession would kill her for sure, and she'd be branded the little whore that she rightfully was, and her mother would turn away in disgust, never love her again. Even though she was alone and without hope, she was thankful that this one morning her mother wasn't there to see her as she looked, battered and torn and miserable.

Her dream of being married in white, of a soft double bed in which her one true husband would tenderly teach her about sex was gone like the belief in Santa Claus. Eddie's white male sperm is still lying deep in my stomach, she thought, looking down at herself once again, trying to feel the overwhelming sordidness and dirty anguish she believed should be part of her loss of virginity and dignity. But the more her mind dwelled on last night, the more she kept thinking about Eddie teasing into her tender young pussy with his lust-hard penis, her breasts swollen and hurting from his trembling hands, and the way she'd willingly allowed him to do it to her over and over, the more she had to admit now that she wasn't entirely sick of soul. There were the agonies of having to come to terms with herself in relation to her long-standing morals, but for all of the warnings and dire prophesies she'd been weaned on since birth, she had to concede in all honesty that she was still the same basic person she was before. Not at ease with herself, the way Nancy would be this morning – but then Nancy was more experienced in letting guys fuck her – the way she'd allowed Jason to take her panties down and fuck her right off the bat last night had left an indelible imprint on Tamera's mind.

The fact that she wasn't as grief-stricken as she assumed she should be, upset the young girl almost as much as what had happened. How could she lie here now and admit she'd liked it? But she had! She'd liked it plenty, and she must be some kind of pervert or juvenile delinquent for having not true shame or guilt, but only an emptiness in her belly which was crying out for more. Her body had not only betrayed her, but was forcing her to want still more, and she sobbed helplessly with guilt.

In an hour or so Eddie would be by to pick her up – that she was certain had been agreed upon last night – and she would have to make herself presentable. She rose again and padded naked to the bathroom like a robot, averting her puffed eyes from the soiled clothing she'd dumped in a pile when she'd undressed for bed. He'd be here, and then they'd go somewhere; she had a sickening feeling that neither he nor her body would allow her to say no to him. She couldn't refuse him when he came to the door of her house, or when his virile young cock was once more pressed hotly to the mouth of her cunt… and that was all there was to it.

Tamera sat in the front seat of Eddie's Ford while Eddie drove, the radio blaring out a new hit being broadcast by the local rock station. He bobbed his head in tune to it, and Tamera watched him with excited interest. All of her doubts had vanished when she'd climbed in beside him earlier, seeing his grin, and her pulse had quickened on the spot. She wasn't sorry that he'd fucked her – not sorry at all now, and she wanted his penis to fuck her again. And Eddie had been so nice, talking about all sorts of things as they drove through the town. Yeah, she was part of it now, really in the groove, and no longer a little baby. God, this was really living!