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Authors name: Mangemerde (deac@extremezone.com)
Story title : Tammi's Temptation
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(c) 2000 Mangemerde - This story is a product of my
twisted imagination. I hope that you enjoy reading
it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please do me the
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TAMMI'S TEMPTATION
COPYRIGHT, 2000, MANGEMERDE
Chapter One - A CHANGE OF PLANS -
This is not how I would have chosen to tell my
girlfriend about the wonderful new twist in my sex
life, but we play the cards that we're dealt. When
Tammi walked into the living room that morning, I was
sitting on the ottoman facing the couch. Squatting a
foot in front of me raised on slender haunches, an
incredibly beautiful seventeen-year old seductress sat
perched on the face of a young man who lay sprawled on
the couch beneath them.
The girl's legs were splayed wide while her hands
deftly manipulated two dildos that protruded obscenely
from her body. The boy's tongue snaked noisily at the
well-lubricated junction where sex toy met gaping
flesh. Both of her orifices were full and oozed mucous.
Like a lewd roadside directional marker, my cock
pointed to the twisted show being performed for my
benefit. My right hand fisted my swollen member as my
left squeezed gently at my tightened nut sac. This is
how Tammi found us as she walked unannounced into the
room.
A little background is called for at this point. The
highly dexterous and extremely horny young girl-slut
before me is Sheila. She is my nineteen-year old son
Jim's girlfriend. At this particular moment in time,
Jim's face was being used as a seat cushion, a position
that he was becoming quite use to. In "Sheila's
Submission," I described in detail the subjugation of
these two teens. More on that in a minute.
Suffice it to say that for the past week I have been
enjoying the bountiful fruits of my, for lack of better
terms, love slaves. Sheila had no problem dominating
my wimp son and had been doing so since their
relationship began a year ago. Her submission to me
began the day she unsuccessfully tried to indoctrinate
me into her stable. I quickly turned the tables on her.
Sheila was forced over my knee and at my whim, had
forced her boy-toy slave, my son, to fuck her rump. She
then attended to my needs with her mouth. Now this
pliable young love thing and her wimp were mine to
command. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy having sex
with a beautiful woman as much as the next guy. But
there is something particularly exciting about watching
a seventeen-year old slut work her frothy pussy to
orgasm using sex toys. So there I was, prick in hand
when my girlfriend arrived. Tammi and I have always
had a liberal sex life. She is a tall, statuesque woman
with a girlish, yet mature body.
We have shared many enjoyable fantasies over the years
and had even gone so far as to enjoy the passions of a
torrid three-way relationship (with another man) that
had lasted several months. Until this week, all of our
extracurricular sexual activities had been in each
other's company. Tammi looked at the scene openly
displayed in front of her, shook her head, and
continued past us toward the bedroom.
"Oopps," I stood, turning to follow. "Continue without
me," I said while leaving the room. "But don't either
of you cum until I return," an afterthought that was
surely going to keep the kids hot and bothered.
With nothing on but the radio, I walked into my
bedroom. Tammi sat on the bed removing her shoes.
"So when did this whole masturbating in front of the
kids thing start?"
Nonchalant.
"This past week." To the outside listener it would have
seemed a strange conversation to be having, but as I
mentioned, our relationship was strong, and highly
sexual.
"Care to share the details?" Tammi stood, reached
beneath her short skirt, and pulled down her panties.
Her skirt flopped back in place as she bent to pull the
skimpy garment over her naked feet. Tammi only wore
underwear when she was out in public, at work, but
preferred to be unfettered in my company. "Let's see."
I sat on the bed by her side and took a deep breath.
"Sheila jacked me off while I was sniffing her soiled
panties, then I watched her rump fuck Jim's face until
he came, then she made him eat his own discharge from
her chest, then I forced her over my knee, spanked her,
and made Jim fuck her in the ass while I held her down,
then she blew me and made Jim eat my second-hand
offering from her mouth, and now they are my sex
slaves." Whew. I felt like the guy who did the fast-
talking Federal Express TV ads a few years back.
"Is that so?" Again, nonchalantly.
"Other than that, there's nothing out of the ordinary
going on." My hand went to Tammi's knee, stroking her
silk skin softly.
"Sex slaves, as in they'll do anything you tell them
to?" "I haven't tried everything yet, but I'm open to
suggestions." I began stoking her inner thigh moving my
hand beneath her skirt. Her legs parted. "Have you
fucked her?"
"Not today." Tammi's hairless pussy lips were beginning
to leak as I diddled her pussy.
"How does Jim feel about all of this?" I could tell by
her expression that my ministrations were beginning
affect her. Tammi's lips parted slightly. She exhaled a
little harder than normal. Her nipples dented her
shirt. "Near as I can tell, he's been Sheila's ass-
licking slave for awhile. I'm just someone that he has
to deal with in order to keep her." My middle finger
moved in and out of her wetness as I rubbed her now
swollen clit with my thumb. It was hard and
pronounced. Tammi is one of the most responsive women
that I had ever had the pleasure of bedding. I knew
that she would soon be ready for anything.
"This whole thing sounds interesting. Can I play too?"
Tammi leaned back and lifted her feet, propping them on
the edge of the bed. Her skirt bunched around her
waist, legs spread obscenely wide as I continued to
finger fuck her. Her bare nipples continue their
swelling beneath her thin cotton top. She began making
cat-like purring sounds.
"There's always room for one more," I said, "and what
is it that you would have our slaves do first?" Tammi's
pelvis thrust upward, drawing my probing finger deeper
into her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" My hand was clenched tightly between her
thighs as she came; it was soaked with her wetness.
Tammi bounced her hips on the bed and thrashed her head
back and forth. This was one hot lady.
"Enough!" she panted, forcing my hand from between her
legs. "I want to save something for Jim."
"How about Sheila? You've always fantasized about being
with another woman.
Wouldn't you like for her to lick your gash?"
I brought my cum coated fingers to her mouth. One by
one she licked her 'own' spew from my fingers. We had
verbalized this fantasy many times during our
lovemaking. Her only actual experience with another
girl happened during her junior year in high school.
She had been fifteen years old. Bored with the
cheerleader crowd, Tammi had taken to hanging with the
wild kids. She told me that she went to a party one
night and things had gotten out of control.
Everyone had been drinking heavily and she was already
many drinks past her limit. Responding to a drunken
dare, inhibitions lost, Tammi had unzipped her
boyfriend's cock on the couch in front of everyone.
When she bent her head to fellate him, her skirt had
raised to her hips exposing her white cotton panties to
the crowd of kids behind her. One of the onlookers
poked at her cunt with his fingers. Without removing
her sucking mouth from the boy in front of her, Tammi
swatted at the intruding hand as she might an annoying
insect. A naked cock replaced the finger and her next
swat brought her hand in contact with a swollen
pubescent dick of decent proportions. The boy grabbed
her wrist and held her hand on his member, I remember
she told me.
Intimidated by the direction this simple, yet brazen,
dare had taken, Tammi sat upright and attempted to
withdraw her hand. She protested but still the boy
would not let go. Her boyfriend had been watching the
whole thing over Tammi's bent back and was enjoying the
situation immensely. He grabbed her only free hand and
held it tight. Tammi had struggled, cussed, and
attempted to get away, but she was pinned to the couch,
unable to move. "Come on, let's have some fun girl,"
the boyfriend had said.
"Fuck you asshole!" Tammi wasn't going anywhere.
"Maybe she doesn't like real men?" the boy holding her
left hand slurred. He was shitfaced.
"Fuck you too prick!"
"Honey come here," unfazed by her retort, the boy
yelled across the room, "I got one here that ain't
interested in pricks." Honey was dynamite looking broad
with hair that she wore long and straight, as was the
fashion in the mid-seventies. Her tits were huge and
more often than not, worn braless. She had dropped out
of high school two years earlier and it was well known
that she had no problem with rug-munching other women.
Honey cupped the captive's chin, "If you don't like
dick, then how about some of this?" She raised one side
of her tube top exposing a large breast. Honey leaned
forward and rubbed her distended nipple back and forth
across the nose of the restrained girl on the couch.
Tammi struggled but remained silent. Mouthing off to
these thugs was not going to help her situation. Tammi
was no virgin. She was no prude either. These kids were
her peers and she knew that she was not going to be
harmed. She just didn't relish being publicly
humiliated in front of her friends. She decided that
her best course of action was to stop struggling, let
the kids have their fun, then get on with the party.
Tammi stuck out her tongue and defiantly licked the
nipple at her lips.
"Got a hot one here," Honey screamed. She pulled her
tit from Tammi's mouth and abruptly dropped to her
knees spreading my future girlfriend's legs. With one
hand she pulled aside Tammi's panties and flipped her
head to the side, tossing away the hair that hung in
her face. She then plunged face first into the helpless
girl's muff, tongue first.
As Tammi was told later, her cheeks flushed and she
turned bright red right at the very moment that Honey's
tongue stabbed at her clit. Her head was spinning as
much from the alcohol as from the lewdness of the act
being performed on her. Against her will or not, Tammi
could not control the feelings that were being produced
by the talented mouth pressed against her own cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm."
Aerosmith blared from the speakers. That was the only
sound in the room. A crowd had gathered to watch the
spectacle. No one said a word. All eyes were on the two
women on the couch in the corner of the room. Seeming
not to realize that the shocked boys beside her had all
but released her arms, Tammi lost herself in sapphic
pleasure. Her legs no longer fought the intrusion as
she pushed her groin into the attacking girl's licking
face. Tammi came, and she came hard. As she tells it,
her outburst of pleasure was so intense, and so loud,
that it caused several of the spectators to jump at the
abruptness of her scream. Unrestrained, her hands went
to the back of Honey's head and held it in place until
her orgasm had subsided.
To this day, that one episode of drunken, teen
debauchery has fueled Tammi's fantasy of someday
sharing her bed with another woman, only this time
Tammi would be in charge.
Slowly regaining her composure, "Do you think that she
would, you know, suck my pussy and let me suck hers?" I
knew that Tammi had been reliving her childhood
experience in her mind.
"Sheila will do anything that we tell her to. If she
resists, I'll thrash her ass soundly."
"That would be fun to watch too," Tammi said dreamily.
"When do we start?"
Not saying a word, I stood and left the room. I
returned a minute later preceded by the two naked
children, their heads bowed, anticipating, yet wary of
the new development facing them. Tammi had unbuttoned
her blouse and was gently rubbing a nipple. Her legs
still wide and inviting.
Chapter 2 - TAMMI'S WANTS AND NEEDS -
"What have we here?" Tammi asked. It was obvious to me
that she was consumed with lust at the possibilities
that awaited her. She raised herself onto one elbow and
gawked at the two naked teens in front of her. Slave-
Sheila stood proudly, back straight; her firm melon-
tits thrust forward, nipples puckered and erect. She
didn't realize it, but by posturing herself in this
way, she was inadvertently competing for my attention
with the mistress of the house. My son, Slave-Jim, on
the other hand, stood meekly to the side, his hands
cupped timidly in front of his now wilted prick. His
submission to Sheila must have pained him enough, but
now, here he stood, naked in front of my girlfriend as
well. He was obviously scared shitless.
Without a moment's hesitation, Tammi took control.
"Kiss it!" she said, pulling aside her bunched skirt
and exposing more of her pre-moistened slit. Hearing
the barked command, Jim instinctively began to kneel.
"Not 'you 'wimp, HER!" Jim retreated immediately.
Sheila's eyes widened in shock. She was use to being in
charge (of my pussy son Jim) and had only just begun to
get comfortable with the fact that I now owned her,
body and soul. Now here was this mature woman, my
girlfriend, who had abruptly entered the picture and
was suddenly ordering her to kiss the shaved pussy that
peeked obscenely from under her parted skirt. "But I've
never ... I mean ... what am I ... "
I put my hand on her shoulders and pushed her firmly to
her knees. Sheila's face was now no more than six
inches from Tammi's dripping hole. Even standing, I
could smell her arousal. As close as Sheila was, the
aroma must have been very stimulating.
"Tammi, I wish to introduce you to our new playthings.
These two slaves are here to serve our pleasure. Your
wish is their command." My open hand dropped fast,
striking Sheila's bare ass sharply. She bolted upright,
squealing under her breath but not saying a word. The
impression of my hand had tattooed her bottom. This was
one hot slut.
Tammi looked at Sheila's face across the expanse of her
own body, "If that's so, then why hasn't my pussy been
kissed yet?"
Before I could raise my hand, Sheila pressed her lips
to the open cunt before her. At first it was just a
light peck, like one that you might place on another's
cheek, but the slut did not remove her lips after she
had administered the touch. Sheila closed her eyes. Her
lips parted ever so slightly and I saw her tongue
reluctantly leave her mouth. She licked at the hardened
clit slowly, unsure of how to proceed.
"Do it like you enjoy having yours done." Tammi
directed, almost compassionately. She unzipped her
intrusive skirt. With her top already unbuttoned, this
left her all but naked on the bed. Sheila's licking
became more exaggerated. Her tongue dipped into the
cleft of Tammi's ass, teasing in the direction of her
anus, then swabbed forcibly back up until it passed
over the clit. She repeated the motion, once, twice ...
"Uggghhhh!" Relaxing a little, Sheila brought her hands
to my girlfriend's ass and spread cheeks apart. Her
next down stroke brought her tongue in contact with
Tammi's puckered asshole.
"YESSSSSSS, OH YESSSSSSS ... FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR
TONGUE, BITCH!"
Sheila was lost. She rolled her tongue into a tight
spear and propelled her face into the dank opening. In
and out, in and out, in and out. I leered from above,
straining to see around my own outstretched organ. My
left hand raised to my bare chest and began stroking
the gumdrop nipple that it found. 'This was hot!' I
thought, 'there could not be a man on the planet who
would not pay good money to witness the scene that was
being played out at my feet.' I raised my right hand
and sought out the first nipple's twin. Finding it, I
allowed myself a heavy expulsion of air. I don't think
that I had taken a breath since Sheila's lips first
found her lady's snatch.
"UGGGGGHHH, damn you're good," panting, Sheila's tongue
continuing to fuck her sweaty shithole.
My dick throbbed from lack of attention but there was
no way that I was going to interrupt this special
moment to satiate my own need. Sheila withdrew her
thrusting tongue from the dark place. She resumed her
up-down motion, painting her saliva from asshole to
clit. Strands of spit-cum stitched Tammi's gash.
Liquid pleasure oozed from the open snatch at her lips.
Suddenly (unexpectedly) my view of the feast below was
eclipsed by my forgotten son's hand encircling my
straining cock. I was so engrossed in the activity
beneath me that I had not seen Jim step behind me.
Petal soft hands stroked my penis. Fag-boy was watching
the lez show around my shoulders and jacking me off.
'Any port in a storm' I thought, pushing my mast
further into his outstretched hand. I felt his
diminutive, yet hard, penis pressing into my thigh.
Slave-Jim's free hand began to poke at my crack. His
fingers found my anus and began dancing on the puckered
opening. Pre-cum seeped from my piss slit as a stray
finger pressed into my nether hole. 'Oh fuck,' I
thought, 'this can't last long.'
Tammi's hips raised, then fell forcibly back to the bed
as she endured the oral assault that was being
conducted against her. Her gaze fell to my groin where
Jim's hand swept back and forth on my dick. She looked
up at the fingers tugging relentlessly at my own man-
tits. We both groaned at the same time. Deep in my
asshole, Jim's finger began rubbing my prostate. Just
that quick, I began to cum. "OHHHHHHHH," my first blast
shot out. Jim's aim was perfect. He angled my shooting
cock so that the first load plastered soundly against
Tammi's breast with a splat. "MORE, " I screamed,
"MORE." My cock began firing at will, capping the
mounds with white.
Below me, desperate and excited, "SPERM ME, SPERM ME,"
Tammi begged, her eyes wide and staring at my spewing
dick. Aware of what was happening, Slave-Sheila stopped
her licking and took the proffered clitoris between her
lips. She sucked like a Slurpee through a straw, her
hidden tongue slashing at the nub in her mouth. "I'M
CUMMINGGGG ... " Tammi's voice turned into a growl,
hips pounding into the bed. So attached to Tammi's cunt
was Sheila's mouth, that her head raised and fell as if
she was sucking a man's penis.
Again I moaned. Reduced to a stream, my discharge
dripped softly, this time onto Sheila's sucking cheek.
Tammi slowly ceased her thrusting. With a loud 'slurp,'
Sheila disengaged her lips and her tongue snaked out to
receive the tart offering that she had tasted many
times this past week. I rudely shrugged my shoulder's
backwards against Jim's chest, releasing my dick from
his grasp. Spent, I had no use for his fag hands on my
privates.
Tammi's chest rose and fell as she panted from her
release. Her cunt was open and wet. Sheila looked up
seeking approval. Her mouth, chin, cheeks, and nose
glistened with her two masters cum. Her breathing was
ragged and I could tell that she was desperate to
experience her own release. Bending at the waist, I
raked a finger through the puddle of spew on Tammi's
chest. She mewed as I skirted her nipple. My cock
twitched. Neither of us was through playing with our
new toys. Sheila and Jim were quiet, wondering what was
next.
"For a novice, you suck pussy quite well." I said to
Sheila who was still on her knees between Tammi's
outstretched legs' "wouldn't you agree my dear?" My
cock was at half-staff but still poked out from my
body, drops of cum still seeped from the opening.
Tammi purred in response. Her fingers traced idly at
her crotch. She was looking dreamily at my son's dick.
Even unserviced and rock hard, it stood only about four
inches long. As I said earlier, it reminded me of my
own penis ... at ten-year old. Despite its small
stature, it responded, as did any other penis.
Jim's short little stalk was red and throbbing. His
unattended balls were swollen, tight, and partially
hidden between his legs. Looking at this small
pretzel-stick of a dick reminded me of a conversation
that Tammi and I had a while ago. She only mentioned it
once, and only in passing, one night as we told each
other stories while getting each other off.
She had told me that, while she certainly loved sucking
on my eight-inch root, she had sometimes wondered what
it would be like to chew on a very small dick, one so
small that it would require little or no effort to
manipulate in her mouth. At the time I had told her
that, to find a dick that small, she would need to take
a babysitting job. That was before I had seen my son's
erect penis. We hadn't discussed the topic again.
Turning, I smeared my goo-covered fingers across Slave-
Jim's mouth. His lips parted passively and accepted my
digits. He sucked the cooling cream from them
enthusiastically. 'Wimp' I thought to myself.
I sat next to Tammi on the bed and pulled her unzipped
skirt from under her bottom, then did the same with her
open blouse. Like the rest of us, she was now
completely naked.
Without warning, and for the second time this week, I
grabbed Jim's pecker between thumb and forefinger and
pulled him closer to the bed. "I'd let you suck this,"
I said to Tammi, "but I'm afraid that this little
toothpick would get lost in your mouth."
I saw the sparkle in her eyes as the words left my
mouth. "I've got some food stuck between my teeth from
lunch," she responded, "maybe this is just what I
need?" No longer the center of attention, Sheila pouted
and moved to the side, my side.
"It looks all puffy, is there anything that I can do?"
Tammi swiped her tongue from nut to head along my son's
pulsing shaft. "Ohhhh, yes Ma'am ... please!" The
first words that he had uttered since entering the
room.
"Such a pretty little cock" Tammi's tongue played over
the head.
"Thank you Ma'am." Almost gasping for release.
"Does it spurt just like your Dad's?" Tammi cupped his
sac. The small marbles were lost in her palm. She
squeezed gently, rolling his "manhood" in her hand.
"Yesssssssss! Please. I'm close." The boy was begging.
Hearing his response, Tammi closed her hand tightly. So
severely did she grasp the boy's scrotum that both
Sheila and I recoiled immediately. Instinctively we
both felt his pain. 'Damn that had to hurt,' I kept to
myself.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," he screamed, doubling over in pain,
his pouch yanked viciously from her grip. "FUCKIN'
SHIT!" Tears streamed from Slave-Jim's eyes. Hands at
his crotch, he coddled himself medicinally. "AAAAHHH,"
the boy was crying openly now.
I looked at Tammi. She smiled. She was enjoying
herself, slowly opening up to the master-slave thing.
'Remind me never to fuck with this bitch,' I thought to
myself. Sheila remained motionless, fearful of the
newfound wrath that her master's mate had just
inflicted on her boyfriend. Even in her most vengeful
of moods, she had never savaged Jim to this extent. She
kept her eyes to the ground not wanting to attract
attention to herself.
Jim was moaning, rubbing at his abused balls. The knot
in his stomach prompted him to vomit but produced only
dry heaves. "You will cum 'ONLY 'when told to do so,
is that clear?" I had never heard Tammi use this tone
before.
"Yessss ... Yes ... Ma'am." Jim winced as Tammi reached
for him again. He was fearful of another attack.
"It's alright baby, mommy's not gonna hurt you again."
Sheila bristled at the use of the word, 'mommy.' This
had always been Jim's way of addressing her. Instead
of further abuse, Tammi places a hand on each of Jim's
hip and gently pulled him toward her. One hand lifted
his now shrunken penis aloft while she bent and
administered soothing kisses to the still sore sac.
"Please mommy don't hurt me again (pathetically), I'll
do my best to make you feel good, I promise." 'Mother-
fucking wimp,' I thought, all my sympathy gone at this
point. Tammi took his mini-penis into her mouth. With
the tension dispelled, Sheila turned her attention to
me. "Is there anything that you would like me to do for
you Sir?" she asked, praying that I would not turn on
her as Tammi had done to her wimp boyfriend. "I would
like some of the same," I said, gesturing to Tammi's
now gentle, oral, manipulation of my son's dick. She
lowered herself between my legs and handled my tool.
I was actually enthralled by the sight to my right. My
son's diminutive organ had no trouble fitting into
Tammi's face hole; there was plenty of room to spare.
Her lips pressed soundly in his pubic hair. She would
not look good with a moustache. With less dick to
accommodate, Tammi's mouth organ was free to dance
about Jim's penis while fully engulfed, something that
she was not able to do with me inside of her.
Occasionally I would see one of her cheeks dent as his
dick pressed against it from the inside, but mostly it
was just her mouth moving, moving his stick around her
cavity.
Tammi's mouth swished back and forth and side-to-side
using no more effort than she would use if she had been
gargling with mouthwash. 'That must be an incredible
sensation,' I thought, looking down at my own whore's
futile efforts to mimic the act. Not that it felt bad
mind you. Sheila's practiced lips moved up and down my
shaft, one hand cupping my nut sac, the other fingering
at my nether hole. On alternating strokes Sheila would
remove her mouth and plant her tulips firmly against
the side of my organ, dragging them slowly down toward
my filling nuts. Up, then down she would go bringing me
closer to orgasm.
My son groaned, no longer in agony. He was being
rewarded for being a good slave, his mistress was
attending to his needs. He stood ramrod straight, eyes
screwed shut, receiving his reward. Tammi's mouth
retreated from his organ, then swiftly descended,
kissing, licking at the less-than-a-teaspoonful head.
She lapped feverishly for a good minute then resumed
her meal. My son was in ecstasy. Peering sideways,
Sheila began doing the same, her hand moved from my
nuts and began cow-milking my swollen shaft as she
licked the head. I felt my cum building. Reaching
forward, I squeezed gently on both of Sheila's nipples.
She responded by moaning deeply into the dick that
filled her face. I realized that she had yet to cum.
Such is life.
"Please Ma'am, may I ejaculate?" Jim whimpered
clinically, expressing his pending need. Receiving no
sign of acknowledgement from the woman at the end of
his dick, Jim clenched his ass and tried desperately to
withhold his orgasm. He feared the worst. Tammi's
sucking mouth was unrelenting. She continued vacuuming
the cock in her mouth even though Jim was bouncing up
and down on the balls of his feet in front of her. This
boy was going to cum, of that I was certain.
"Please," pleading now, "I can't hold back," this kid
was going over the top, " I just can't hold back any
longer." If she did not concede, this kid was toast.
The veins in his forehead looked ready to burst, sweat
rolled freely down his brow, plopping wet on his chest.
"UGGGGHHHH, Please, please, pleaSE, PLEASE, PLEASE let
me cum," Jim's face was beet red. His teeth were
clenched, doing everything in his power to not spray
this woman's tonsils with his juice. 'Heaven help this
boy if she does not relent,' I thought, my son's
blowjob becoming more important than my own.
"UUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he wailed into the air. It was
all over. This was it. Being a man, I could tell. For
better or worse, this boy-toy was going to fill his
mistress' mouth with his sperm. For his sake, I hoped
that she was ready.
Suddenly, mercifully, Tammi began clawing at Jim's ass
cheeks, her unspoken sign that it was okay to spunk her
working mouth. Deep red welts formed beneath her
fingernails as they scraped relentlessly into his ass.
Jim's head fell backwards, his neck the only thing
keeping it from bouncing on the floor behind him. He
opened his mouth, and began making animal noises. He
didn't sound at all human. Drool streamed from the
corner of his gaping orifice, his own tongue wagged
helplessly in front of his face.
My son's orgasm became my own. Simultaneously we began
spewing into the mouths that held our two cocks
captive. I thrust forcibly into Sheila's mouth, pumping
my stew down her gullet. So hard did I stab her, that
my pubic hair was shoved into her nostrils. My plum-
sized head firmly lodged in her throat. I prayed that
she would not sneeze until I was done. She did not.
Jim's body was frozen. He did not need to, or was
afraid to, deliver the extra thrust of his pelvis to
deliver his sperm. He stood rigid, motionless, except
for the small sac between his legs. His nuts were
working overtime. Like a small water pump, they
expanded, then contracted, pumping seed into my girl's
sucking mouth. I had seen Tammi suck cock before, but
this was without a doubt the most erotic event that I
had yet to witness.
My own orgasm a second thought, I watched Tammi swallow
my own son's sperm. Her throat expanded, then
contracted at an incredible rate as she swallowed Jim's
sauce. Together we pumped each other's lady full of
cum. "You outdid yourself that time honey," unable to
think of anything else to say. Tammi continued to suck
at the skin straw in her mouth. Jim's penis began to
deflate. Finally she released her hold on his tool.
"Wow!" was all she said before laying back and closing
her eyes. Sheila removed her mouth from my satisfied
dick; she had yet to swallow my contribution. As she
had the first time that she had sucked me dry, she held
back her head, open-mouthed, and proudly displayed the
pool of sperm that rose from her throat. I dipped my
finger into her cum-bucket, coating it to the second
knuckle. "What should we do with this?" I asked, wiping
my finger on Tammi's upper lip. She inhaled deeply and
began licking at my second-hand fluid.
"Beat's me. Are you hungry?" Tammi looked at me, opened
her eyes, and smiled.
"I ate my own scum once from this bitch, it doesn't
seem likely that it'll happen again," I said, referring
to the first time that I had physical contact with
Sheila. A little over a week ago, a lifetime it seemed,
she had caught me sniffing her panties while doing the
wash. Reaching around my turned body, Sheila had
expertly jacked me off into her outstretched hand. In
a, domineering, yet futile, effort to subdue me, Sheila
had plastered her cum-filled hand over my mouth,
shoveling my own spew deep into my panting, breath
seeking orifice.
"Maybe you should let her swallow it, after all, it
could be the closest that she comes to satisfaction
today."
Sheila's eyes looked at me pleadingly. She had been
forced to breathe through her nose during this time of
indecision.
"Go ahead," I nodded at the slut-sperm receptacle
beside me, "it's all yours." It took her two swallows
to completely consume my deposit. "Thank you sir."
Sheila looked deep into my eyes. Despite her not being
allowed her own release; it was obvious that she loved
her new life style!
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a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
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