Terror in the Snowstorm
©Copyright 2017 wantsomefun
Chapter 27
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27 - A college student, Seth, finds his snooty/bitchy exGF in a wreck in a major snowstorm. Despite her attitude, he persists with trying to help her. Two huge rednecks come along and quickly show that they have ill intentions for the hot girl, and quickly take over the situation. A series of events causes the girl to reevaluate her impression of Seth in this crazy whirlwind of a story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Coercion Rape Heterosexual Fiction Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
Tara was beaming. She came to me, looked me deep in the eyes, and then, right in front of her parents, embraced me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. “Congratulations, Seth. I’m so proud of you. This is going to be a great Christmas.”
After lunch, Joshua invited me to play pool with him again. This time, Tara was allowed to come along. Amanda decided to join us. Joshua and I played first. We each played aggressively and well. I beat him, mainly because he missed a fairly easy shot. When Amanda laughed at him, Tara scolded her. Amanda said, “Oh honey, your Dad takes his game so seriously, just like everything else he does. He sometimes needs me to help him lighten up.”
Joshua said, “Your Mom’s right, sweetheart, sometimes I do get too full of myself, but I figure if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. But it’s nice of you to defend me. I almost want to let you win when we play.”
“Let’s play right now, Daddy. Of course, I’ll beat you, but if I can tell you let me win, I will make your life miserable,” she said with mock seriousness.
Amanda and I sat next to each other to watch. Halfway through the game, Lawrence knocked politely on the open door. “Please forgive my interruption, but there is a phone call for Mr. Johnson,” he said. “Sir, your father is calling for you.” He handed me a phone, gave us all the hint of a bow, and backed out of the room.
“Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone. “What’s up?”
“Merry almost-Christmas, son,” my Dad replied. “Your Mom and I just wanted to talk to you. Lawrence and Suzette were here earlier and brought the clothes they measured us for last night. I’ve gotta tell you, son, your Mom looks so good in her new outfit, I think I’ll keep her!” I could hear my Mom laughing in the background, then I could tell they were wrestling for the phone.
“Seth, it’s Mom. Your father is as insufferable as always. I certainly hope he can behave himself tomorrow. Seriously, though, I like the way I look in this dress. And the accessories! That Suzette certainly knows how to pick clothing. And Lawrence managed to make your Dad look even more handsome than he was the day he proposed to me, and that’s saying a lot. Is Dr. Hawthorne anywhere nearby? I’d like to talk to her.”
“Sure, Mom, she’s sitting right here next to me. We’re watching Tara slaughter her Dad at a game of pool.”
“She’s not slaughtering me, she’s just lucky!” Joshua said, loud enough for my Mom to hear.
Amanda took the phone from me. “Don’t mind my husband. His fragile ego is getting bruised by having his little girl beat him at his favorite game.”
“Dr. Hawthorne,” my Mom said. “Do you have a minute?”