The Boyfriend's Dad(27)
The young mother’s firm, sweat-drenched body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsed loosely on the bed as McDonald’s grip on her legs was released. She lay spread-eagled as she felt the heavy weight lift from her and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked form. Then McDonald spoke in the distance as she floated on her cloud of release.
“You’re not dead yet, Mrs. West,” came the lewd voice, “and the night’s still young. Give me a few minutes to rest, and then we’ll see what other games we can play.”
Carla shuddered, but in a deliciously tingling way. Yes, she wanted him again and again… and no longer did she want to continue the worship of the dead. Her husband was buried at last, replaced by a love of sexual gratification. Yes, she wanted to be fucked again, and to hell with if it meant getting the pictures back or not.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning arrived all too soon for Tamera.
Her mother leaving the house woke her with a start. As the front door slammed, and the sound reverberated through her skull in a half-jointed way, and it was with difficulty that she remembered that her mother had an early appointment with the doctor; she couldn’t recall what was the matter this time, for the ailments seemed to blend into one another to form one long plea for attention.
Tamera lay still for a time, listening to the strangely silent house, and the softness of her drowsiness was slow to dissipate, like a fog on a cold, wet morning. She moved at last, only to feel excruciating pain. “Ohhh,” she groaned aloud. “What… what’s wrong with me?” Her head was like a block of molten lead, and her muscles were tied into spasming knots of twitching torment, but then the pain would begin to lessen as she once more lay quiet. She had a hard time collecting her distorted thoughts, putting into order what had happened to her to cause this horrid condition…
The drinking, the marijuana… the capitulation of her aroused body to the mouth and hands and penis of Eddie McDonald… the obscene motion picture of the woman and the dog… Eddie and Jason naked, Nancy naked, herself naked… the plunging cock of Eddie’s insatiable loins grinding deep around into her feverish, wide-splayed vagina… a vagina that up until that moment had been completely virginal.
The total impact of what had happened to her hit hard, and the traces of her sluggishness vanished. She shot upright, ignoring the spasming pain of her hangover, impervious to anything save the realization of her previous night’s activities. “My God. No.” Questions began to run through her head, spearing through the soft cotton that her mind seemed to be swaddled in, and she stumbled from the bed and lurched against the dresser, staring with stricken eyes into the mirror. “Oh, no,” she moaned again thickly. “It must have been a dream…”
Yet heavy lines marred the teenager’s fresh, youthful face, and her eyes were sunk deeply in their black-rimmed sockets as though she’d aged to her mother’s years overnight. She looked down at her naked body, nude and pink with sleep, and saw the masses of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her taut breasts and inner thighs. Her rich, full red-nippled breasts were nearly raw, and light exploration of her pubic area with tentative fingerings proved to be exceedingly painful, and though she tried to feel between her blonde pubic curls and to the swollen inflamed lips of her well-fucked cunt, she couldn’t. She had to grip the edge of the dresser from the sharp ache which lanced from her pussy up through her belly.
“Oh God, oh God,” she mewled abjectly, and then forcing back tears of mortification, she backed to the bed and fell upon its warm covers. It had happened. She’d been drugged and then fucked to within an inch of her life… not once, but many times over the balance of the evening, and when her eyes hadn’t been shut with the ecstasy of the moment, she’d been staring greedily at her girl-friend being fucked by the other boy, Jason.
Oh God, Nancy! Her own girlfriend! She had known exactly what would take place, and that Tamera was a virgin… she’d done it on purpose! Oh, how she hated Nancy! She’d never speak to her again as long as she lived! She was ruined by her! And then, as the first heat of her insensible rage passed, another moan came to the girl’s lips as she realized that she herself had been drawn into the ravishment by her lewd arousal at the movie of that voluptuous woman being fucked by the dog. She’d been repulsed at first, but then had watched with fascination, her own unleashed passion permitting Eddie to take possession of her helplessly aroused body. She was no better than Nancy or the boys, only newer at the games, for hadn’t her own flesh bucked and twisted in its lustful search for fulfillment beneath her attacker? And hadn’t she demanded insatiably that Eddie McDonald fuck her again and again, even after the movie was over and the lights had been turned on? Yes, she had… she’d lain on the couch as naked and unashamed as Nancy, Eddie’s cum still wetting her flesh and hair, and she’d cried out for him to come and fuck her…