The Boyfriend's Dad(35)
Delight flowed through Tamera, sending her deliriously to another world, and she sensed that she was rapidly approaching her climax. She strove harder and harder, and pumped her buttocks and cunt wildly against the two boys…
Then, suddenly Eddie began to howl behind her, and then Jason took up the cry, for it was time! The perfect harmony made Tamera gasp, for she too grew with the rolling thunder of her orgasm. Her whole being seemed to drop to the depths of primeval, carnal emotion!
Jason shot his cum deep into her pussy like some great rocket blasting into the black emptiness of space. He writhed his hips furiously while he felt the thinly bearded lips of her cunt working hungrily to milk the juice of his tremendous climax. In her rectum, Eddie was spearing needle-thin jets of white-hot sperm from his heavily convulsing balls, filling her bowels with the enema of his young male sperm. Tamera, her climax engulfing her, thrust her buttocks back on the superbly expanding cocks of her double lovers, her every muscle contracting as though she was having an epileptic fit, her anal sphincter closing around Eddie’s ejaculating penis like an angry fist, and her vaginal walls rippling like a tidal pool with a strong undertow. There was no time, no space—only the unbelievable pleasure of her orgasm as it struck again and again.
Gradually the two boy’s cocks went limp, and they withdrew them from her, sliding away with deep sighs. “Jesus,” Eddie said, collapsing against Tamera.
“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.