The Boyfriend's Dad(14)
He was surprised to see his son Eddie’s car in the driveway, even more surprised to notice that while it was there, no lights were on in the house. He parked along the curb and got out, scratching his hair in puzzlement. He knew that his son was a chip off the old block and that no telling what Eddie might be up to—but no lights? He was about to unlock the front door and go in, when he reflected what he might be doing if he was a teenager again and his parents were away… A smile of amusement crossed his lips, a look of imperturbable amusement, much like a cat after swallowing a canary and being caught with the feathers sticking out of its mouth.
McDonald walked around the side of the house to the garage entrance, unlocked it, and went in. It was pitch dark, but he knew his way from experience, and soon he was at the other side of the garage, the private door which was part closet, part entranceway to the rumpus room. He glanced around after flipping the light on, saw the projector was not there, and then he heard the whirring of its motor from the other side of the rumpus room door. He’d been right: his son was having at it with some local chick, probably fucking her toes off right at the moment.
McDonald crept to the door, listened intently for a moment more, and then slyly moved a piece of wood away from a special peephole he’d bored into the door, a large, almost face-sized hole which was covered on the other side by a mirror—a two-way glass mirror which had cost a small fortune but had been well worth it. He could see in, and nobody could see him, and he pressed his face to the glass eagerly, anticipating what he’d see…
Great Jesus! It was better than he’d hoped! He couldn’t see the film, the door being on the same wall as the fireplace and thereby hiding the screen from him—but he already knew about the woman and the dog, and wasn’t interested in viewing them again. The light from the projector glowed around the four young kids on the two couches… and McDonald’s eyes bulged at the lewd and perverted scene before him. Jesus, there was Eddie, grabbing handfuls of tit and cunt, a lovely young girl no more than fifteen squirming hotly in his clutches… and there, on the other couch it looked like Eddie’s friend Jason… yes, it was, Jason sucking that other girl’s cunt like it was food for a hungry baby! McDonald felt a slight twinge of jealously as he watched their passion-wrecked bodies, and groaned with desire to be there with them himself. His own cock burgeoned onto hardness and blood-lust as the four kids struggled, and beads of sweat broke out on the father’s face as he watched his son and the others being driven mad by their desires…
He had to do something, or he’d cream in his pants right then and there. Quickly, he dashed back into his study, opened a cupboard door and took out an expensive German camera which he loaded with special fast-action night film that he’d used in the past for shots when the light was bad. He put on a zoom lens so he could catch all the action and ran back to the two-way mirror. He held the camera up, sighting through the viewfinder.
“Yes,” he said to himself. “That’s a good picture…” SNAP went the shutter. “Now, come on, son… start fucking the crap out of her. All of you start fucking. Hot damn! To be taking photographs of four young high school kids fucking while they watch a fuck movie! Doesn’t that take the prize!” And then he laughed, but not loudly or harshly, for he wanted nothing to spoil the pictures he was getting…
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Tamera felt as if she wasn’t real. She wasn’t certain any longer if the two writhing bodies on the other, the bodies on the screen, and Eddie’s body were figments of her imagination or not, for they seemed to swim so hazily around in her brain. Time and distance lost their reality, and her own flesh swayed in tune to the soft pulsating squeezings of Eddie’s hands. “No, no…” she murmured incoherently. “I want to go home, Eddie. Please, I’ve had enough now.”
But Eddie continued to stroke and caress her breasts and thighs, teeth bared over straining lips in lewd mockery of her increasing helplessness. Tamera spasmed, gurgling deep in her throat as she felt him slowly rolling her panties down over the whiteness of her thighs… ever so slowly, inch by inch, and she moaned out her humiliation as they fell to her knees, down her legs… and finally off onto the floor. “This is it, baby,” Eddie whispered hotly into her ear. “This is what it’s all about. Right here, the four of us, fucking side by side.”
The lewd words strangely, and against her will, excited Tamera. She groaned in drugged surrender as he moved his hands back to her softly pulsating cunt, spreading her unresisting young thighs open to his greedily working fingers. Her muscles felt like rubber and she almost tumbled over, but the boy held her in an imprisoning grip and caressed her desire-heated flesh and blood-swollen vagina, then parted her thin blonde pubic hair to open her tender young cunt-lips further for his coming invasion. Her eyes couldn’t leave the screen except to look briefly at what Nancy and Jason were doing… then she’d groan and look back at the screen, transfixed by the overt obscenities taking place on the film.