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…
Tamera squeezed her eyes shut as the erotic recollections flooded through her… she felt so alone now, so helpless and alone. She couldn't go to her mother, for such a confession would kill her for sure, and she'd be branded the little whore that she rightfully was, and her mother would turn away in disgust, never love her again. Even though she was alone and without hope, she was thankful that this one morning her mother wasn't there to see her as she looked, battered and torn and miserable.
Her dream of being married in white, of a soft double bed in which her one true husband would tenderly teach her about sex was gone like the belief in Santa Claus. Eddie's white male sperm is still lying deep in my stomach, she thought, looking down at herself once again, trying to feel the overwhelming sordidness and dirty anguish she believed should be part of her loss of virginity and dignity. But the more her mind dwelled on last night, the more she kept thinking about Eddie teasing into her tender young pussy with his lust-hard penis, her breasts swollen and hurting from his trembling hands, and the way she'd willingly allowed him to do it to her over and over, the more she had to admit now that she wasn't entirely sick of soul. There were the agonies of having to come to terms with herself in relation to her long-standing morals, but for all of the warnings and dire prophesies she'd been weaned on since birth, she had to concede in all honesty that she was still the same basic person she was before. Not at ease with herself, the way Nancy would be this morning – but then Nancy was more experienced in letting guys fuck her – the way she'd allowed Jason to take her panties down and fuck her right off the bat last night had left an indelible imprint on Tamera's mind.
The fact that she wasn't as grief-stricken as she assumed she should be, upset the young girl almost as much as what had happened. How could she lie here now and admit she'd liked it? But she had! She'd liked it plenty, and she must be some kind of pervert or juvenile delinquent for having not true shame or guilt, but only an emptiness in her belly which was crying out for more. Her body had not only betrayed her, but was forcing her to want still more, and she sobbed helplessly with guilt.
In an hour or so Eddie would be by to pick her up – that she was certain had been agreed upon last night – and she would have to make herself presentable. She rose again and padded naked to the bathroom like a robot, averting her puffed eyes from the soiled clothing she'd dumped in a pile when she'd undressed for bed. He'd be here, and then they'd go somewhere; she had a sickening feeling that neither he nor her body would allow her to say no to him. She couldn't refuse him when he came to the door of her house, or when his virile young cock was once more pressed hotly to the mouth of her cunt… and that was all there was to it.
Tamera sat in the front seat of Eddie's Ford while Eddie drove, the radio blaring out a new hit being broadcast by the local rock station. He bobbed his head in tune to it, and Tamera watched him with excited interest. All of her doubts had vanished when she'd climbed in beside him earlier, seeing his grin, and her pulse had quickened on the spot. She wasn't sorry that he'd fucked her – not sorry at all now, and she wanted his penis to fuck her again. And Eddie had been so nice, talking about all sorts of things as they drove through the town. Yeah, she was part of it now, really in the groove, and no longer a little baby. God, this was really living!
"Hey, baby," he said. "Instead of my place, how about us going over to Jason's? He's got this pool, see, and we can keep cool swimming and stuff. What do you say?"
"Gee, it sounds great, only…" She licked her lips.
"Only what?"
"Only I didn't bring a bathing suit. I mean, if you'd told me, I could have grabbed my bikini before I left my house, but I didn't, and I'm not planning to go in skinny-dipping today."
Eddie laughed good-naturedly. "Nobody expects you to, baby. But I didn't bring one, either. I plan to wear my underpants. What the hell, they're larger than my swimming trunks, and just as private." He shrugged. "Jason's parents won't be home, so it'll be just us – and after last night, it's sort of hard to be modest about what we look like, right?"
Tamera blushed crimson, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. No she had to admit, even though it caused her embarrassment to do so. She wasn't used to this kind of living yet, not all of it. But she remembered telling her mother yesterday that her bra and panties covered her more than her bikini did – and if Eddie was going in in his underpants, then she supposed she could and it certainly was a hot day! She felt a silly tingling in her thighs at the risqueness of swimming in her underthings, and a little anticipatory shiver went up her spine at the thought of being so naughty in front of the boys. And if Nancy was in her bra and panties, it would be all right, she figured…
The home of Jason's parents was near the crest of a sloping, eucalyptus-bordered drive. It was constructed of heavy wood, with lots of glass and a flag-stone facade, with a yard of bottlebrush and joshua trees. The heady scent of Burmese honeysuckle which grew abundantly over the arbored porch filled the warm, balmy air as Eddie stopped in the driveway. No sooner had he stopped the engine than Jason walked around the rear of the house on a crushed shell path, and he was wearing a pair of tight yellow trunks, his large, hefty body glistening with a recent application of sun-tan oil.
Looking at Jason, Tamera felt a small, reflexive shudder as she thought of him naked and aroused, as he had been last night, and the way he'd fucked her girl-friend on the couch beside them. She watched him as he approached the car, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard, bas-relief outline of his cock straining the thin material of the trunks. She averted her eyes, embarrassed slightly.
"Hey, good of you two to come," Jason said, smiling. "Come on around to the pool."
"Where's Nancy?" Tamera asked as she walked beside Eddie.
"She wasn't sure she could make it, today," Jason said. "Something about helping her mother around the house." He grinned at Tamera. "Just us three for awhile. Think you're girl enough for two boys?"
"Only for one," she said quickly, hugging Eddie's arm. "I'm saving all my loving for Eddie." But Jason's casual words had chilled her slightly, and she wished that Nancy had been here, or that she would soon be along.
Around the path, there was a large patio fronting a green-tiled, square-shaped swimming pool with clear, still water. Three tall trees shaded it and the patio, and the back yard was enclosed with tall fencing, blocking any neighbor's view of the yard. The patio contained several chairs and chaise lounges, and two white tables with barber-striped beach umbrellas over them.
"Now, why don't you two change, or at least get down to whatever you're planning to swim in," Jason said, "and I'll stir up some beer." He indicated an archway leading into the interior of the house proper. "Tamera, if you feel prudish, there's the guest room in there. What about you, Eddie?"
"Here's as good as anywhere," Eddie said, and he unbuckled his pants, sliding them down casually over his legs and feet. Tamera went into the house, finding the guest room and the bath, feeling that prudish or no, she just couldn't strip down out there in front of them, and last night be damned. She undressed, folding her clothes carefully, and looked down at her ready-made two-piece bathing suit. It fit her snugly, accentuating the firm, generous hills and valleys of her tanned young body, and she felt painfully vulnerable – as if somehow this was more wanton than being naked and fucking while it had been dark last night. But she decided that it wouldn't be right to constantly worry about being partially undressed and taking a deep breath, she returned to the patio.
Jason looked at her with critical appreciation, at her smooth, taut stomach and fine high breasts that were barely concealed in the narrow strip of her brassiere cups, and at the bottom section, her white, thin panties outlining her tight, slightly protruding pubic mound, revealing her full, rich thighs and tucking under her buttocks, leaving the brown curve of her hips almost totally nude. He emitted a long, low, wolf whistle. "Well aren't you something, baby!"
She blushed under his frank examination. "Th-thank you, Jason," she replied in a flattering tone. "So's Nancy in a suit like this, you know."
"I know," he leered suggestively. "But I've already tried her on for size."
"Yeah," Eddie said. "Can I pick them, or can I pick them?"
"You certainly can pick 'em, man!" Jason agreed ardently, the undeniable tone of his interest painfully apparent to Tamera. "Here's a beer for you, baby," he said, handing her a frosty bottle. "And one for you, Eddie." He laughed and sat down in one of the webbed chairs. "Drink hearty, for there's plenty more where that came from. Your refrigerator was out of beer, Eddie, but mine isn't!"
Tamera tasted hers responsively. The beer was tart and refreshing, and she found that it really hit the spot, with the sun beating down as it was. They grouped around the table in their chairs and talked, Tamera still ill at ease, the boys mainly discussing cars and other girls between themselves. Eddie winked at Tamera a few times, and Jason got up to get another round of beer. The beer began to take its toll – Tamera hadn't even had breakfast – and she experienced a general loosening of her body, the tenseness leaving her and relaxation setting in. Some of her mental caution disappeared, and slowly she found herself entering in more with the talking and joking. She finished her third bottle, and Jason quickly handed her another.
She giggled, looking at Eddie as she thanked Jason, and she saw that her boy-friend's face was slightly flushed, and she figured that he, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the beer. But she didn't care, for she was now enjoying herself, feeling giddy and light-hearted, almost carefree. Tamera was no longer sorry about coming, not in the slightest, and Jason wasn't half as bad as she'd thought he'd been acting toward her, and Eddie was still handsome, urbane, and she liked him more and more.
Jason wiped a hand across his perspiring forehead. "Whew! It's getting hotter, or is it just me?"
Eddie grinned. "A little of both. Why don't we go for a swim?"
"Good idea…" Jason stood, stretching, waited for Tamera and Eddie – and then the three of them ran squealing and laughing to the pool and tumbled in, creating one large splash. They dove and swam, splashing water at one another and ducking heads, howling and giggling, and generally carrying on like water-rats. The day passed quickly, a combination of drinking, swimming, and sunning on the tile rim, and whatever thought Tamera might have had about the prudence of being in water-soaked, almost transparent panties and bra was forgotten. She even liked being so daring, and consciously strutted, pushing her breasts forward, knowing that her nipples could be seen through the material, and that her vaginal lips were contoured provocatively. Eddie's shorts kept slipping, and a couple of times, she'd caught glimpses of his pubic hair, and his penis and testicles were exposed blatantly in the material, making her tingle with sexual excitement and desire…
Finally the evening came, and a cooling breeze started somewhere, wafting over the patio and pool. They had one last beer, and then Jason said: "Well, what say we move the party indoors for something to eat and leave the doors open."
"All right," Eddie said. He rubbed his arms.
"I've got a few goosebumps after all that water and hot sun."
Tamera looked at herself critically. "Gee, I'm still soaking wet. I shouldn't go in the house, make marks on your rugs and things. Besides, I can't go home like this."
"Well, go take them off," Eddie said.
"Eddie!"
Jason laughed. "He means use the guest room, Tamera, right?"
"Sure. Jason can give you a towel or something, and a few minutes out here will dry your bra and panties, and then you can dress. How's that?"
Tamera cocked her eyebrow. "Walk around in a towel?"
"I'll bring you a washcloth, if you prefer." Jason said.
"No thanks," she giggled. "I'll take the biggest towel you've got."
"Tamera," Jason said, "You'd be surprised how big a one I've got." It was all in fun, this teasing, yet at the same time Tamera felt a certain sensation of excitement surge through her at the thought of parading around in front of Eddie and her girlfriend's boyfriend in a skimpy towel. She sensed her face flushing and when Jason brought her a large, fluffy beach towel from a hall closet, she took it quickly and hurried to the guest room.
In the bathroom, she stripped off her bra and panties, which were cold and wet against her skin, and she rubbed herself dry with the towel. She caught her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door, as she walked into the bedroom, and paused to study how she looked after one full day of being a non-virgin. The tell-tale haggardness was gone, she saw; the old lines and black rings around her eyes had disappeared – for it had been a lack of sleep, not her wild exhibition last night which had caused the wretched look to her this morning. No superfluous flesh; no blotched, bruised skin; and her body was still as captivating as ever, though now tinted a pinkish hue from the toweling. She padded bare-foot to the bed and sat down to dry her feet, and the soft, silky hairs at the vee of her loins drew her attention. God, she was suddenly hot. It must have been all that beer, she thought; well, she could see that she'd have to keep to coffee later on…
The door opened gently, and she bolted to her feet, holding the towel in front of her. Jason stood there, unmoving, wearing only his yellow bathing suit.
"Jason!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" he grinned with excitement.
"Get out! If Eddie caught you here, he'd kill you!"
"Naw, don't worry your pretty little head over Eddie. He's busy in the livingroom." He chuckled lewdly. "So I thought I'd come to see if you're okay."
"I'm just fine! Now please! Leave me alone!"
He came toward her, shaking his head, and Tamera saw the heavy bulge in the front of his suit was larger than ever, protruding in her direction like a sheathed sword.
"I'll scream for him!" she threatened weakly.
"Go ahead, but it won't do you any good. The doors in between here and the livingroom are all shut, and the walls of the house will block off anything you might yell. I know; it's been tried before."
A frightening hollowness came alive in the pit of the girl's stomach, and before she could protest further, he was tugging the towel away from her and gathering her in his arms, her naked flesh pressed tightly against him as he kissed her with fury, flattening her lips to his brutally, forcing her back on the bed.
His hands began slowly to explore her almost defenseless body as they had Nancy's the previous night, and she thought crazily how he'd looked, naked and straining with his cock inside Nancy, sucking hungrily on one large, firm breast. No! Oh God, I can't think like this! she cried out in mental anguish, and struggled feebly as she felt his hands caress her aching breasts, and her nipples hardened involuntarily. She whined, her worst but unsaid fears of the day confirmed…
"No, get off of me, Jason! I-I don't want to make love to you! Eddie's the only one!"
He laughed with callous disregard. "Eddie was the only one," he sneered. "And you'll like me, Tamera, you'll see."
"Nooo, please!" she begged, but it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands prowled with insane intensity over her ribs and belly, brushing the velvety pubic hair until she prickled between her legs and squirmed still harder to break the unwanted attention. Still his fingers followed, splaying the tender lips of her almost virginal young cunt, his mouth hard upon hers, and she groaned against him, unable to stop the rising excitement his touch was creating in her against her will.
"Jason… Oh God, no Jason!" she panted in his face. "You know this is wrong! You know it'll only be bad… Think of Nancy!"
"I'm only thinking of you, Tamera," he hissed. "I've been thinking about you all day the way you've been throwing your tits and cunt at us out there. Jesus! A guy can stand only so much!"
Both of his hands were busy. One was working her nakedly exposed vaginal passage, burrowing deeper and deeper with rapacious tingling, and she jerked and tossed, a soul-searing moan escaping from her chest as she arched her young body and rolled her head from his lips, grinding her trembling white buttocks down into the mattress in a vain attempt to free herself. His other hand was tugging at his swim suit, and she heard him breathe harshly as he was able to slip the wet, gripping trunks down over his hips, releasing his hot, throbbing penis. His cock pressed into the smooth flesh of her hip, and its touch renewed her fright.
"No, no, no…" she chanted, gnashing her teeth. His penis slid down, closer to the pink, wet slit where his hand was spreading her wet throbbing cuntal opening, but she was able to clamp her thighs together in protest, sucking in a gasp of hot air as his fingers, trapped in the hair-covered lips of her vagina, suddenly were all the more tantalizing. He flicked the tip of her clitoris, making it swell with arousal and she found to her horror and dismay, that her body was weakening, and she was starting to respond to him. Her cunt splayed wide, and her legs opened to his thrusting fingers.
"Ohhhh," she moaned piteously, trying to get a grip on her senses.
"I've got to fuck you, baby," he gasped frantically. "I've got to!"
He rose up then, readying his loins to thrust his penis deep into her cunt, and the sight of his long, hard cock menacingly concentrating against the softness of her tender naked thighs awakened her to the reality of her situation. Fear and loathing came back in a rush of furious rejection, even as her young pussy throbbed open of its own accord in pulsating acceptance.
"No!" she screamed, scrambling and clawing as hard as she could. "No, I won't let you, Jason! I won't!" Her sudden whirlwind defense caught the boy off-guard, and he tumbled over, giving her the split-second she needed to gain her feet and run for the door. "Nooo! Help! Eddie, help me!"
But Jason was not to be denied so easily. He lurched after her, catching her half-way to the door, and they fell to the carpet together, his weight forcing the air out of her lungs. She was now on her side, her white, firmly shimmering buttocks a quivering erotic spectacle which only urged the young man on stronger. He grasped her to him, sighing: "Ahhhhh!"
"Please, please don't," Tamera sobbed, and she tried to press her thighs together, attempting to hold back by jack-knifing her buttock cheeks away from him. But his erect young cock was wedged solidly in the crevice of her inner thighs, sliding wetly against her vaginal slit and its hair-fringed lips, adding its own fluids to the already moistly glowing skin beneath the sparse golden curls of her pubic hair.
He grabbed her in a bear hug, squeezing the breath from her, and then he sank triumphantly between her legs as she automatically straightened out her body from the pressure of his hold. His hardened cock imbedded itself against her pubic mound, all the way until their two loins were touching, pressing hotly against one another. Tamera felt as though she was suffocating from his hug, and she felt his penis force itself against her closed vaginal slit and clitoris as it moved teasingly along the shallow valley of her cunt. Her unconscious mind tried to fight the twisting, grinding motions, but the stabs of delight and passion coming from his rotating cock were overpowering her, and her control slipped away as his lewd motions ignited the sexual spark within her. What had been started last night had only been banked today, and now the glowing embers burst anew, making her flesh a seething furnace of lust all over again – and Jason's taunting cock was the fuel needed to make her burn. Her hips betrayed her, slowly moving in tiny circles, and once again, desire welled within her young and tender body, crying out hungrily to be fulfilled.
The thighs which had been pressed tightly together against the boy's invasion opened slightly, and she ground her one hip into the rug, lifting her other leg so that he could slip his penis along her rapidly moistening channel easier and freer.
"Bend your leg," Jason ordered breathlessly. "Raise it and then hook your leg over my ass, so that I can get in there all the way."
"Nooo," she mewled, but her defiance had lost all conviction of strength. She struggled for a moment, then did as he told.
"Yeah… We're here, and we might as well fuck the way we are – sideways!" Jason held his hotly palpitating rod at the elastic opening of her cunt, and he watched with excitedly gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips contracted and throbbed with Tamera's undesired passion. Then, he moved slowly forward, and let his cock slide gently into her pubic softness and against the warm, resilient folds of her vagina, feeling the expectantly waiting lips close hungrily over the rounded tip of his penis. He flexed his buttocks, feeling all of the frustration he'd built up over the day as he surged into the warmly flooding grotto of the groaning girl's cunt. He gasped aloud through the silence of the guest room as he felt the tight, hot walls of her near-virginal little pussy contract around his rock hard length in a soothing, slippery embrace.
"Ohhhh, God!" Tamera grunted, and she arched her loins to allow him to slip still more into her, for while she groaned from the fact that she was hopelessly degrading herself by letting her boyfriend's best friend fuck her, she was actually desiring it! Her breath was hot and her lips opened and closed fish-like in the humiliation and shame – and above all, the passion – from her sudden, uncontrollable urge. She could feel Jason's penis grow inside her cunt, and she strained against him, her body a mass of electric tingles as they lay side-by-side on the carpet.
"Yeah, that's it! Ohhhh, that's it!" Jason chanted as he looked at his cock sliding in and out of the vertically clasping little mouth between her thighs, and the way the girl's rippling belly and hips followed his tempo. Tamera responded, great waves of delicious feeling racing from her cunt, her mind an expanding balloon, threatening to burst into a thousand colored pieces.
Trance-like, lost in the reverie of her unlocked passions, Tamera didn't hear the door open again and Eddie McDonald walk in. He grinned at the sight before him, and his penis suddenly filled with heated blood, making the front of his underpants stick out like a tent. My God! Look at them go, would you? Shit, old Jason is really slamming the meat to her and she's digging the hell out of it! The boy didn't waste much time in the lewd viewing of the two teenagers fucking on the floor, for he couldn't take much of the sight, or his bulging eyes would end in him cumming in his drawers! He had to join in, that's what… just like he always did when he or Jason had a girl. Share and share alike, and if it hadn't been Tamera's initiation last night, he and Jason would have switched then. Jesus, Nancy was one hell of a fuck, he knew that from many past times, but she wasn't as good as Tamera! Tamera was a born fucker! She had that innate ability some women are born with, and some women aren't. With quick, trembling fingers, he stripped off his already semen stained shorts and padded over to where they were on the rug, and knelt down beside Jason, his testicles swinging gently below his buttocks, his penis aching with hard, solid erection.
"How is it, buddy?" he asked pleasantly.
"Jesus!" Jason looked up, then smiled. "You startled me." He never lost a stroke as he continued slamming into the lovely young girl's widely stretched cunt. "Damned fine, Eddie. Damned fine!"
Shock waves of horror ripped through Tamera as she looked up and stared at the naked, gloating form of her boyfriend. Oh no! She'd been discovered like this, letting his best friend do it to her! It was the end of everything; she'd never be able to explain! She struggled to break away, but as Jason rammed with ever-increasing speed his lust-hardened prick into her hungrily accepting cunt, she found that she could only grunt, that she was unable to free herself either from him or her own bursting emotions.
"Yeah, she's pretty hot stuff," Eddie said, and he stepped over them to squat again, this time in open admiration at the way her creamy smooth buttocks pumped back and forth in straining accompaniment to Jason's hammering penis. "Takes a little to get her going at first, but then when you do, look out!"
"Yeah, man!" Jason breathed huskily.
The first horror fading, Tamera realized as the two boys talked, that Eddie wasn't angry, that… that he actually sounded pleased that Jason was fucking her! She couldn't believe it, and with tormented eyes, she gazed up at her lover, only to see his penis erect and standing from him in obvious arousal!
"Eddie… Please, it… it wasn't my fault," she whimpered, still unable to comprehend the attitude she knew he felt.
"Oh, I don't care if it was or not," he said offhand. "The important thing is that you're liking it, right?" And he grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. "I am. I'm going to join in, in fact. How'd you like that, huh? Two guys fucking you at the same time?"
Tamera couldn't believe what she was hearing. Eddie – the boy she'd given herself to – no! It wasn't right! He couldn't mean it! Not if what she'd sacrificed last night had any meaning at all, not if there was any saving grace in her actions! He was only frightening her, that's what it was, trying to make her feel worse about what she was doing with Jason… for he wouldn't want to join in, not like an animal! She wanted to gag and cry out, but she couldn't – the rest of her body, still churning wildly from Jason's lashing cock, was betraying her entirely with the horribly wonderful sensations it was generating. Tamera could only lay there, her legs quivering in the air, her buttocks and thighs heaving and throbbing against the boy's naked loins, feeling abject shame and mortification ripple over her.
"Don't say such things, Eddie," she wailed. "Please… it only makes it worse!"
"Uh-uh, baby," Eddie said with a lewd chuckle. "It's going to make things better! We're all going to have fun, the three of us, and don't feel you're going to be left out on account you're the only girl here. Because you're going to get the ride of your life, Tamera, the ride of your ever-loving life! I'm going to fuck you in your tight little asshole!"
"Noooooo!" the impaled young teenager cried out. "Oh God, not there… pleeeese!"