Peter Jensen - The boyfriend_s Dad

Finally the evening came, and a cooling breeze started somewhere, wafting over the patio and pool. They had one last beer, and then Jason said: "Well, what say we move the party indoors for something to eat and leave the doors open."

"All right," Eddie said. He rubbed his arms.

"I've got a few goosebumps after all that water and hot sun."

Tamera looked at herself critically. "Gee, I'm still soaking wet. I shouldn't go in the house, make marks on your rugs and things. Besides, I can't go home like this."

"Well, go take them off," Eddie said.

"Eddie!"

Jason laughed. "He means use the guest room, Tamera, right?"

"Sure. Jason can give you a towel or something, and a few minutes out here will dry your bra and panties, and then you can dress. How's that?"

Tamera cocked her eyebrow. "Walk around in a towel?"

"I'll bring you a washcloth, if you prefer." Jason said.

"No thanks," she giggled. "I'll take the biggest towel you've got."

"Tamera," Jason said, "You'd be surprised how big a one I've got." It was all in fun, this teasing, yet at the same time Tamera felt a certain sensation of excitement surge through her at the thought of parading around in front of Eddie and her girlfriend's boyfriend in a skimpy towel. She sensed her face flushing and when Jason brought her a large, fluffy beach towel from a hall closet, she took it quickly and hurried to the guest room.

In the bathroom, she stripped off her bra and panties, which were cold and wet against her skin, and she rubbed herself dry with the towel. She caught her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door, as she walked into the bedroom, and paused to study how she looked after one full day of being a non-virgin. The tell-tale haggardness was gone, she saw; the old lines and black rings around her eyes had disappeared – for it had been a lack of sleep, not her wild exhibition last night which had caused the wretched look to her this morning. No superfluous flesh; no blotched, bruised skin; and her body was still as captivating as ever, though now tinted a pinkish hue from the toweling. She padded bare-foot to the bed and sat down to dry her feet, and the soft, silky hairs at the vee of her loins drew her attention. God, she was suddenly hot. It must have been all that beer, she thought; well, she could see that she'd have to keep to coffee later on…

The door opened gently, and she bolted to her feet, holding the towel in front of her. Jason stood there, unmoving, wearing only his yellow bathing suit.

"Jason!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" he grinned with excitement.

"Get out! If Eddie caught you here, he'd kill you!"

"Naw, don't worry your pretty little head over Eddie. He's busy in the livingroom." He chuckled lewdly. "So I thought I'd come to see if you're okay."

"I'm just fine! Now please! Leave me alone!"

He came toward her, shaking his head, and Tamera saw the heavy bulge in the front of his suit was larger than ever, protruding in her direction like a sheathed sword.

"I'll scream for him!" she threatened weakly.

"Go ahead, but it won't do you any good. The doors in between here and the livingroom are all shut, and the walls of the house will block off anything you might yell. I know; it's been tried before."

A frightening hollowness came alive in the pit of the girl's stomach, and before she could protest further, he was tugging the towel away from her and gathering her in his arms, her naked flesh pressed tightly against him as he kissed her with fury, flattening her lips to his brutally, forcing her back on the bed.

His hands began slowly to explore her almost defenseless body as they had Nancy's the previous night, and she thought crazily how he'd looked, naked and straining with his cock inside Nancy, sucking hungrily on one large, firm breast. No! Oh God, I can't think like this! she cried out in mental anguish, and struggled feebly as she felt his hands caress her aching breasts, and her nipples hardened involuntarily. She whined, her worst but unsaid fears of the day confirmed…

"No, get off of me, Jason! I-I don't want to make love to you! Eddie's the only one!"

He laughed with callous disregard. "Eddie was the only one," he sneered. "And you'll like me, Tamera, you'll see."

"Nooo, please!" she begged, but it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands prowled with insane intensity over her ribs and belly, brushing the velvety pubic hair until she prickled between her legs and squirmed still harder to break the unwanted attention. Still his fingers followed, splaying the tender lips of her almost virginal young cunt, his mouth hard upon hers, and she groaned against him, unable to stop the rising excitement his touch was creating in her against her will.

"Jason… Oh God, no Jason!" she panted in his face. "You know this is wrong! You know it'll only be bad… Think of Nancy!"

"I'm only thinking of you, Tamera," he hissed. "I've been thinking about you all day the way you've been throwing your tits and cunt at us out there. Jesus! A guy can stand only so much!"

Both of his hands were busy. One was working her nakedly exposed vaginal passage, burrowing deeper and deeper with rapacious tingling, and she jerked and tossed, a soul-searing moan escaping from her chest as she arched her young body and rolled her head from his lips, grinding her trembling white buttocks down into the mattress in a vain attempt to free herself. His other hand was tugging at his swim suit, and she heard him breathe harshly as he was able to slip the wet, gripping trunks down over his hips, releasing his hot, throbbing penis. His cock pressed into the smooth flesh of her hip, and its touch renewed her fright.

"No, no, no…" she chanted, gnashing her teeth. His penis slid down, closer to the pink, wet slit where his hand was spreading her wet throbbing cuntal opening, but she was able to clamp her thighs together in protest, sucking in a gasp of hot air as his fingers, trapped in the hair-covered lips of her vagina, suddenly were all the more tantalizing. He flicked the tip of her clitoris, making it swell with arousal and she found to her horror and dismay, that her body was weakening, and she was starting to respond to him. Her cunt splayed wide, and her legs opened to his thrusting fingers.

"Ohhhh," she moaned piteously, trying to get a grip on her senses.

"I've got to fuck you, baby," he gasped frantically. "I've got to!"

He rose up then, readying his loins to thrust his penis deep into her cunt, and the sight of his long, hard cock menacingly concentrating against the softness of her tender naked thighs awakened her to the reality of her situation. Fear and loathing came back in a rush of furious rejection, even as her young pussy throbbed open of its own accord in pulsating acceptance.

"No!" she screamed, scrambling and clawing as hard as she could. "No, I won't let you, Jason! I won't!" Her sudden whirlwind defense caught the boy off-guard, and he tumbled over, giving her the split-second she needed to gain her feet and run for the door. "Nooo! Help! Eddie, help me!"

But Jason was not to be denied so easily. He lurched after her, catching her half-way to the door, and they fell to the carpet together, his weight forcing the air out of her lungs. She was now on her side, her white, firmly shimmering buttocks a quivering erotic spectacle which only urged the young man on stronger. He grasped her to him, sighing: "Ahhhhh!"

"Please, please don't," Tamera sobbed, and she tried to press her thighs together, attempting to hold back by jack-knifing her buttock cheeks away from him. But his erect young cock was wedged solidly in the crevice of her inner thighs, sliding wetly against her vaginal slit and its hair-fringed lips, adding its own fluids to the already moistly glowing skin beneath the sparse golden curls of her pubic hair.