The Boyfriend's Dad(12)
Tamera tensed, and only Eddie’s firm grip kept her from bolting from the couch. “My God,” she whispered. “What’s that dog doing there?”
Eddie grinned. “Watch and see, baby. Watch and see.”
She squirmed helplessly, a blush of shame washing over her at the sudden indecent pleasure overcoming her revulsion at the presence of the beast. Eddie’s hand became still bolder, and he hooked his middle finger still further into her trembling thighs, sensing her slow surrender. The woman in the movie was still horrified, moaning as the German Shepherd lowered its head and sniffed the wetness of its nose against the lips of her open cunt. Then the dog snaked out a long, pink tongue and licked wetly the full length, up from the woman’s tiny puckered anus to the fluted little cuntal lips surrounding her clitoris. The animal wagged its long tail and flicked its tongue again and again up between her trembling, wide-splayed legs. She jerked beneath his lewd attack spasmodically and squirmingly raised her arms in fear and indecision.
Tamera groaned aloud, grinding her buttocks harder down into the cushion, and as she did so Eddie’s hand was suddenly up under her skirt and covering the crotch-band of her desire-moistened panties. She quivered as her tender young cunt walls secreted more fluids of sexual excitement around his fingers, and in response Eddie moved his fingers in circled, precise motions which made her vaginal area pulsate with ever-increasing desire. She was almost out of control with passion now, and didn’t think she could stand another moment of his maddening tease of her barely covered genitals. She was ready to spread her legs like Nancy and allow his touch to quench the fires which raged through her hotly contracting cunt, and the marijuana and alcohol boiled through her veins, stoking the furnace of her arousal.
It was too much for the young, pot-drugged virgin to take! In a last-ditch attempt to stop, she desperately gasped: “No! No, Eddie, don’t touch me there! Please let me alone!”
“Why not, baby? You know you love it.”
“I’m… I’m not that kind of girl, Eddie!” she whimpered.
“All girls are that kind of girl—if they’re not in diapers,” the boy sneered. “And baby, from what I can feel, you’re not in diapers anymore…”
“Nancy,” she choked, knowing further argument with Eddie would be useless. “Nancy, please… please we have to go home!”
Eddie thought that was funny. “Are you joking? Look at your hot pussied girlfriend and tell me if she wants to leave here now.”
The young teenage-girl gasped with agony as she saw what was taking place on the couch now. Jason, having brought Nancy to a whining pitch of raw nerves, had removed her panties entirely, and they lay along with her blouse and bra in a useless heap on the floor beneath her feet. Jason was straddling the girl’s erotically heaving chest now, his greedily smiling face scarcely inches from her widespread cunt, and Nancy’s mouth was open and her eyes were waxy nothings of drugged lust. As Tamera watched, Jason pressed the flat plane of her stomach and massaged the outer flanges of her vaginal lips with his thumbs pressing outward to expose the moist pink slit of Nancy’s pussy with its firm, erect little clitoris clearly in view just above the shadowed mouth of her cunt—just as Tamera had seen a moment before in the movie.
Beside Tamera, Eddie pressed a freshly lit brown cigarette to the young virginal girl’s lips, and as she unhesitatingly drew the sweet, acrid smoke down into her lungs, the shock she had first experienced upon seeing Jason and Nancy was swept away. Her head lightened and she pulled on the joint thankfully, beginning at last to hazily enjoy the movie and the lewd seduction of her girlfriend on the couch beside her.
Eddie wormed one finger underneath the secretion band of her panties and softly grazed the moist, demanding flesh of her gently pulsating pussy, and Tamera lightened her inner cunt muscles against further invasion, only making teasing little shocks that much more acute. She held her breath for fear that some tell-tale sound would escape through her lips, while her very being trembled as he wormed his hand up under her flimsy panties… and now she felt more fingers searching in her warm pink vaginal lips and moist pubic hair, but she still couldn’t pull her eyes from the couch, where Jason’s head had dropped and his tongue—like the dog’s tongue—flicked teasingly at the open little cunt before his face. Nancy jerked at the hot fleshy contact and her legs clamped tightly around the boy’s head in a vice-like grip as her hips began to slowly move up and down. Soft mewls of delight rolled from her clenched lips, and she was caught in a mindless, drugged fit of uncontrollable lust, nothing mattering except the nerve-tingling licking on her pussy.