Peter Jensen - The boyfriend_s Dad

"Yeah," Jason managed. "Yeah, man!"

Tamera's firm, youthful body lay on the rug as if she was dead, only her churning belly showing the unleashed passions which had consumed her. Never had such joy existed, and the shame and guilt was second place as she lazily let herself drift into a kind of lavender fog.

"I suppose… you hate us, Tamera," Eddie said. "I mean, we were a little rough on you."

She smiled, and moved then, up on her elbows so she could see the boys and then her naked self, spread out with the matted remains of their sperm and her secretions glistening wetly on her pink vaginal lips. She looked down at her flooded and ravaged cuntal triangle, wondering how on earth she'd ever lived without cocks before, thinking that she could no longer play at having misty notions of deep, uncarnal love, for she had rutted between two lust-incited boys like the worst slut of the streets, and she'd been possessed by it. She couldn't rationalize or excuse her actions, for while it was true the boys were stronger than she, and could have forced her – and to some extent had forced her – to submit to their lewd rape, she had burst into frenzied partnership and been one and the same. Her anus and cunt throbbed with a dull continuous ache, and her flesh still trembled and pulsed from her heated orgasm, but her mind was a warm, hazy sigh of contentment. Slowly, painfully, she rose from the carpet.

"Are you kidding?" she said to Eddie. "The only regret I've got is that it's over."

"Not for long, sweet-ass," Eddie chuckled. He took his cock between his thumb and fingers and flipped it at her. "What goes down always goes up again. That's McDonald's theory of physics."

"Yeah," Jason leered. "And with a pussy like yours, Tamera, his rule soon becomes hard and fast. You're one of the best fucks I've ever had, let me tell you true."

Blushing from the obscene compliment, the girl stumbled into the bathroom. She sat down on the commode, spreading her thighs so that she could urinate, and as the thin yellow stream from between her legs hissed noisily into the bowl, she giggled at the lewd thought that it was like a colored ejaculation, and she was "cumming" as if she had a penis and was inside a girl – like Jason or Eddie had been inside her. She wiped herself, seeing the warm white semen they'd spurted out on her pubic hair and flesh, and then she slowly ran her finger along the exposed valley of her pussy slit, looking for outward signs of damage.

Strange, she admitted, nobody would ever know that I'd been fucked half crazy just now… unless they had been watching…

Her fingertips cooled her hot flesh and in spite of herself, she touched her clitoris and spread her legs wider, scooting down on the toilet seat slightly so she could let her legs stretch out in front of her widely, opening her pink, moist skin in a tingling, gaping display. The blood rose in her head as she began to run her finger in her coral-tinged vagina, feeling the moistness of her secretions and the sperm, slick around her fingers. She groaned and shut her eyes, leaning back so that she could better imagine the cocks sliding in and out of both of her hotly clasping little holes, and her fingers rubbed harder and faster, a wild tide of rising excitement racing through her. I must be sick… Something must be wrong with me I can't help it… Ohhhh, it feels so good! Then Eddie was standing in the doorway, smirking as he watched her fingering herself. She looked up guiltily and pulled her hand away from her moist, tingling pussy, but made no move to sit up or close her legs, getting a charge from how his eyes soaked in the lewd, salacious sight of her open exposed pubic slit.

"Shit!" he gasped, his cock rising in hardness from his naked loins. "Jesus, I mean you really didn't get enough, did you?"

"Not now," she said. "Not after you and Jason taught me the fun of sex for sex's sake. You bastards, you've turned me into nothing but a God-damned whore!" She moaned uncontrollably, and placed both hands against the inside of her thighs, rubbing against the fevered flesh in a tantalizingly lascivious come-on. "Eddie… I want you again… right here, right now…"

"God damn, I'd love to, but…" He licked his lips hungrily, glancing over his shoulder. "We can't. Jason is expecting his folks home pretty soon, and we've got to get dressed. Christ, if they ever caught us like this, there'll be hell to pay!"

"Eddie," she whispered, standing and walking toward him. "You don't really want to get dressed, not yet…" She reached out and fondled his rigid penis lovingly, kissing him on the cheek fondly. "Eddie…" She licked his ear and cupped her hands around his balls, squeezing them very gently, and he looked down, reveling in the searing sensation of lewdness. Shit!

She's gone wild! There's no stopping her! Her fingers were like broiling hot irons, inflaming him!

And he had to steel himself somehow! Already he was overdue with his part of the plan his father had cooked up! He was supposed to be at the West house already, walking in with Tamera… But things had been going so roaringly wonderful here, that he couldn't see how the chance that his dad might have scored could help matters any… Still, with Jason's parents due any moment, he couldn't stand here with Tamera holding onto his prick! And yet Eddie felt exquisite thrills from her manipulations bursting through his body, and the only thing which was beginning to mean anything to him was the girl – this luscious, naked, little nymphomaniac teenage girl! Ohhhhh, he couldn't stand it!

"You want to fuck me again, Eddie, honey?" she cooed in his ear. "You want to put that hard cock in my cunt?"

"Oh God, I can't! We've got to leave!"

"I know… I should have been home hours ago. Nancy's not the only one who promised to help her mother today, you know. So you take me home… afterwards." She teasingly stroked his pulsing young penis, making it jerk and throb with angry frustration. "A quicky, right here, right now, how about it?"

"Yes! Goddamn it, put it in! Put my cock up in you!"

In obeisance, she thrust herself forward and skewered herself on his steel-hard rod, burying it almost to the hilt in her warm, lubricious young pussy as they clung together in the bathroom. He gasped, and she gasped, their hips rotating simultaneously, her hands coming up to grip him by the neck, her legs lifting off the floor to clasp him around his waist, baring all of her buttocks and cuntal slit.

"Fuck me!" she hissed in his ear. "Fuck me Eddie, fuck me!"

Tamera West once again sat in the front seat of the Ford, letting a warm tide of satisfaction fill her mind with pleasure as Eddie drove through the late evening traffic. She could feel the seminal pool of his cum – and of her girlfriend's boyfriend, Jason's cum, too – laying heavily up inside her belly, and the wet juices of her lubrication around the insides of her thighs and her pubic mound. Oh, it had been wonderful, simply wonderful, the whole afternoon…

She wished this could go on forever, blissfully ignorant of the surprise that Eddie hoped his father had been able to set up at her home while she and he were at Jason's. She was no longer sorry that she'd lost her virginity, only sorry she hadn't sooner – and sorry in a peripheral way that her mother was so narrow minded and had shut her mind and body off to the pleasures a man (or men!) could give her. She sighed, hoping that someday her mother might rediscover what she, Tamera, had so recently learned for the first time. She half-dozed in surrender to the radio music and the balmy evening, not really caring if she never went back home…

Eddie parked in front of her house though, and said: "Hey, baby, you mind if I go in with you for a glass of something cold? My throat is drier than a desert."