of sweating, deranged flesh that begged for more subjugation on the bed, reveling in the ultimate humiliation of being screwed half to death by this panting beast before a movie camera. Tamera watched in wicked fascination, feeling Eddie growing harder up inside her and nearing her climax as the woman churned in her beginning throes of orgasm. The animal humped eagerly into her desperately waving buttocks, and then the woman rammed backwards, her mouth open in a soundless scream, and the dog’s cock started to spit its heated animal sperm in hard thin jets deep into her clasping cunt. Tamera watched wide-eyed as the woman’s smoothly rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, and thick white liquid seeped from the lips of her cunt squeezing the animal’s prick. Thin trails of the sticky cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs, glistening on her backsides and thighs, and then she pitched forward on her face, the rapidly deflating dog cock slipping out from her pink, semen-drenched passage with slithering liquid finality. The dog stood over the unconscious woman wagging its tail in obvious appreciation, and in a last act of obscenity dropped its head to her openly spread cunt and lapped up its own semen which matted the curls of her pubic hair. It gulped greedily, its muzzle gently cleaning her ravished vagina and anus…
Jesus, look at them go, McDonald thought in lascivious fascination as he watched the lithely beautiful girls racing toward their own orgasms beneath the wildly fucking young boys. Look at those hot little teenage bitches go—especially that one my son is balling! His fingers continued to caress the stiffened cock inside his shorts until at last he yanked the material aside and, like a steel spring, his cock shot free. He kept his eyes to the camera, but his fingers continued to stroke the burning cock and he could feel the rising of his cum in the base of his testicles. His whole fist wrapped around the hard pole of flesh, and he furiously pumped the rigid skin in time to the double fuckings his—and the camera’s—all-recording eyes…
“Cum… Cum…” Tamera panted, her body ready to explode.
As if in answer, Jason on the other couch screamed out: “I’m there! Ohhh, shit, Nancy! Here it comes!” A low banshee wail erupted from Nancy’s lips and echoed through the rumpus room as their two bodies slapped fleshily together. Her nostrils flared as she pulled back her thighs until the whole of her pink, cock-filled vaginal slit was presented to Jason to batter and crush, while her stomach and breasts jerked spasmodically against his belly and chest. She held her breath, only to expel it a moment later as if she had been hit in the gut, and her body collapsed limply onto the cushions, her hungrily quivering cunt still locked tightly around Jason’s surging cock. All of her fevered climax had been caught by McDonald’s lewd camera, and he beat off still harder at the carnal sight of the young boy’s heated young cum spurting from between the girl’s hotly pulsing thighs. Shit… shit… now for my son and that other bitch to cum… Shit, this is too much to take.
And then Tamera sensed the muscles of Eddie’s abdomen tighten against her flesh and she braced herself. Her first male cum. The first time a boy had emptied his balls into her belly. She knew in an illogical flash of thought that it would not be her last time… and then Eddie’s penis expanded and she could feel that the whole tube which ran beneath the underside of his penis was bulging with white hot fluid. He moaned and hissed and then thick semen splashed deep inside her belly, causing her cuntal walls to pulse in time to the rhythmically throbbing spurts, and she shivered and blindly reacted.
“Oh, Eddie… oh, fill my belly… Ohhhhhh.” Then her cries were abruptly cut off as she arched her back and clenched her greedy young cunt-lips hungrily at his cock as it erupted deep up inside her pussy, and her own orgasmic juices flowed with his sperm and overflowed her eagerly milking channel, running down over her thighs and buttocks. She felt completely void of all normal emotions as the paralyzing orgasm covered her like a warm blanket, deadening her nerves and bones until she couldn’t feel anything but one huge miraculous joy. Her legs unwound from around him and dropped lifeless to his sides after her convulsive spasms had ceased, and Eddie’s cock trickled out the remainder of his cum as she sighed dreamily, lost in the newly discovered world of sensuality. She could never return to her naive, virgin ways; but she had to admit that she didn’t miss the physical proof of innocence, not now, not after she’d traded it for a better, more enriching life…
Mort McDonald was entranced with every instant of his son’s and the girl’s climaxes, with seeing Eddie’s thin white semen seep from between her young, taut buttocks as they shuddered and jerked in tiny waves of slowly dying excitement. He felt as if his own penis was buried in that girl’s tender young cunt, its bulbous head sliding to the back of the warm throbbing tightness of her wet, hair-fringed ring of flesh, and then his prick suddenly shot out thin, quick streams of cum as his imagination and his hand combined to allow him to enjoy the fiery sensations of climax. His pumping cock spewed heavy droplets upon the door, splattering against it and then rolling down in long, slow trails… In his mind, McDonald was shooting far into the softly flesh of that blonde-pussied teenager his son was enjoying. The wild ache in his loins eased momentarily, as McDonald choked back a gasping sob and fell to the floor, hardly able to hold onto the camera.
But not before he had thought of a devilish scheme to get his way! Yes! And it would work well, if he knew his son as well as he thought he did…
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day proved as hot and muggily uncomfortable as the previous one. Evening brought little relief.
Carla West walked up and down the living room in nervous agitation. The doctor hadn’t been able to find a thing wrong with her, and had had the nerve to tell her it was her imagination. Last time she’d go there, by God… The gall of that old quack! And she’d been home now for hours, and no sign of Tamera. Where was that girl anyway? She’d promised to stay home today, had promised to come home early last night, in fact—and what had happened? She’d come home at such a late hour Carla hadn’t even heard her, and she’d been sleeping like a log when Carla had to go to that stupid doctor, and now she was gone, not even leaving a note or anything. The young mother held a glass of brandy in her hand, sipping it absently as she fumed, and finally in a huff of disappointment and disgust, she slumped down in an easy chair, feeling lost and morose. Her eyes blurred slightly with tears, and she brushed them away with the back of her hand.
Get a hold of yourself, she admonished. You’re only feeling sorry for yourself, just like the doctor said, and that’s no good. Do something. Read a book or turn on the television. But Carla didn’t feel like either one. Take a walk… But she just didn’t feel like going out. Well, do something! So she finished her drink and poured herself another.
Crickets sawed a mournful dirge outside, and the greyness of a day gone by settled over the house. Carla sipped, liking the dull shadows, for it matched her mood. But she knew that this was no good. Her breathing was loud in her ears, loud in the room, and something had to be done before she cracked. She’d cut out the drinking and save herself for some attractive man who’d replace her lost Arnold, and she’d marry him. She needed a man, and Lord knew Tamera needed a father to make a normal home and supply the necessary love and understanding an adolescent required. And the direction and guidance so that she wouldn’t make foolish mistakes that could kill her or ruin her life.
Tomorrow, she’d start, Carla promised herself. Tomorrow she’d have a real motherly chat with Tamera and tell her that things were going to be different from now on, and that maybe her mother wasn’t such a bad gal after all, and that she loved her daughter very, very much. She’d…
The doorbell interrupted her reverie, and Carla almost dropped the brandy from the surprise. “Who… who’s there?”
“Mrs. West?” a husky, deep voice came through the door. “I’m Mr. McDonald. Eddie’s father. I’d like to speak to you, if I may.”
“Of course.” Carla hurried to the door, opened it to let Mr. McDonald in. He was tall, almost as tall as Arnold, and older but in a distinguished way. He was dressed casually in a lime green polo shirt and matching slacks, loafers on his feet. He smiled at her, his mustache curling up in a friendly manner.
“What… what is it? Is Tamera all right? I mean…”
“Oh, yes,” McDonald said with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about the kids. I think they’re at one of their friend’s house, swimming or something.” He waited as Carla shut the door and ushered him into the living room. “Fine place you have here, Mrs. West. Fine place.” And a fine hunk of woman, too, he thought to himself. His penis lurched in his pants as he eyed the lovely young mother of the girl his son had screwed silly last night with appreciative glances; just the sight of her, in her brief shorts and a man-type shirt that was tied beneath her large, firm breasts with a knot, leaving the satiny tanned belly exposed below made him want to tear off his clothes and thrust his cock up between her smooth, satin-like thighs without a moment’s hesitation. But he knew that this was not the
