The Boyfriend's Dad(11)

The woman on the screen, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, worked one finger… then two into the glistening moistness of her cunt hole, and at the same time stroked the throbbing bud of her clitoris with her other hand, her face tightening as she masturbated in open capitulation with her craving desires, her alabaster skin wet and shining with perspiration, her dark brown pubic hair matted to her pink fleshy vaginal lips as she strove for orgasm. Her driving fingers sunk deep up into her widely stretched opening, thrusting harder and harder, but they were not enough. Tamera could see the woman’s face clenching with frustration and purpose, eyes tight, teeth gritted, every sinew and muscle in her body spasming in her longing for release…

Tamera fuzzily tried to convince herself that she still had control of herself in this situation, and that somehow she’d be able to stop the liquor and marijuana in her from overcoming her natural prudence. But her own face and body shone in a luster of sexual sweat, a trickle of which ran down between her breasts that her date was kneading and squeezing. She knew that she had to demand to go home, to shut off the movie at least, that she’d gone too far in allowing the boy to fondle her breasts—for now he was snaking his fingers up inside her thin brassiere, and there was nothing in the way of his probing fingers except whatever mental resistance she could muster. But she couldn’t seem to move away or to make her body obey the warning bells in her mind—and she squirmed down tighter into the seat as Eddie’s fingers caressed the soft underside of one whitely exposed mound, then his fingers and thumb were wickedly tweaking her already hardened nipple. Her breasts ached with swollen desire, and she felt tiny, unwanted throbs of tell-tale desire pulsing hotly in her belly and vagina, and she bit her lip to hold back any more of the lewdly forbidden sensations.

Eddie’s hand came to rest on her lap now, and though she tried to fight off his caresses by raising her knees, his fingers moved insinuatingly closer to her panty-covered crotch, kneading the softness of her naked thighs and legs which were exposed by the shortness of her mini-skirt, while at the same time caressing abandonedly the now open and tremblingly free mounds of her throbbing breasts with his other hand. She sucked in her breath in ragged, fevered gasps from the crawling, insect-like contact with her lower flesh, and guiltily she glanced over to the other couch.

The lewd sight she beheld made her freeze, and the dimly lit scene of Nancy and Jason together held her in perverted fascination. She felt as if she could reach out and touch Nancy, and that if she did, that Nancy would not notice: the girl’s head was rolling back and forth in a trance-like limpness, her face as contorted in the same way as the woman’s on the screen. Jason’s middle finger was disappearing rhythmically into the soft dark curls of her pubic hair. Nancy’s legs spread slackly outwards to allow him full access to her naked young cunt. Her thin white nylon panties were stripped past her knees so that she could bend them outward. Tamera thought that what she was actually witnessing live was worse then the movie. This was her own girlfriend she was watching being… being finger-fucked by a boy. Tamera tried to blot out the obscene spectacle, but couldn’t, for the lasciviousness of it caused more strange little electric tingles to run deep in her belly, and the seeping moisture in her cunt to increase. Her heart beat like a tom-tom, mesmerized as the boy on the other couch lewdly fingered the nakedly squirming pussy of the girl who was her very best friend.

God, surely they would go no further. She certainly couldn’t allow Eddie to go any further with her own body. But his hotly searching hand pressed tighter and tighter against the mound of her own crotch, unable to slip lower because of her tightly clenched thighs, the pleasures he raised began to break down her will to resist, for it was so good, so wickedly good, and she turned her eyes once more to the movie while his fingers teased like tiny squirming snakes in the crevice of her skirt. She dully promised herself she would force him to stop if he tried more—but then came the terrible realization that should she make a scene, her breasts were completely naked and would be seen by Jason and Nancy if they looked up to see what the commotion was about. There was no more she could do except squirm down helplessly against the cushion and squeeze her legs together…

Then, to her horror, Tamera saw that from out of the side of the film bounded a large German Shepherd dog. He leaped upon the bed, tongue lolling, and the woman sat up in shock, her hands still frozen in the position of her masturbation. The giant animal bared its fangs in a menacing warning for the girl not to move, his panting head just above her exposed, defenseless vagina.