0 comments/ 237659 views/ 8 favorites Tammy's Turn By: David Phillips (Part Two of Red Ribbons) "Fuck! God damn it!" Karen Jones slammed the phone down, shattering the earpiece. "What, what's the matter?" Elliot, her husband, slid into the kitchen still wearing his socks. "That bitch Kimi just quit, and isn't coming!" Her glasses started to steam as she ranted. "It's a good thing no one else could make it," her rage turned into a sad little pout. The Joneses were swingers, and Karen had planned quite a kinky little party for Kimi and ten of her most favorite deviants. But her perfectly laid plans for sexual blackmail had just fallen through. "I still wanted her for myself," she hugged her husband tightly when he came to console her. "So what are you going to do, cry about it? That's not the woman I married. You'll make lemonade out of this one," he chuckled and kissed her gently. She kissed back harder, and cupped his balls tightly with her right hand. "I'm burning up, and need some cooling down." All day, Karen dwelled on the image of little Kimi Okumura getting her ass stuffed full of hard, black cock. "Think you take me, stud?" She nibbled his jaw line to his ear and kissed his lobe with lightly gnashing teeth. Knowing this always got him more than ready, she made sweet love to his ear with her mouth and stroked his rapidly thickening shaft with her strong, soft hand. "I can take on two of you, sugar pie," he hummed, squeezing her muscular ass with both hands. Today he could take on two of her because Tammy, his secretary, was...interrupted by an important client. "Two of me, what a wonderful idea!" She jumped back elated, dug in her purse and handed her cell phone to Elliot. "Call whatshername...Tammy, and invite her over for drinks." She knew her husband would do it, and was fairly certain he could talk Tammy into coming. Karen never really wanted to meet her, until now. After a charged hesitation, Elliot took the phone and dialed. "Hello Tammy, this is Elliot. I'm fine, are you busy? When you're finished, would you like to come over for drinks? My wife would like to meet you. Oh, don't worry about her, she's a pussycat." Karen hissed quietly, and scratched the air with claws extended. Elliot nodded, then said to the phone, "Great, see you...? Eight sounds fine, see you later." He handed the phone back and smiled. "Well?" Karen couldn't hide her excitement. "She sounded very interested, in her shy way." "I didn't think this girl had a shy way." Karen teased her husband a lot, and liked to zing him whenever the chance came up. "She's shy about everything, but sex," Elliot found that out the first day he and Tammy met. "You should have quite a time, I always do," he zinged back. He never told Karen the whole story though. Tammy only gave blow jobs, never sex. She might have sex with a guy she really cared for, with a condom of course, but even that was rare. Elliot and Tammy talked a lot, and he was curious about her sexual habits. He discovered quite a lot about her over these past few months. When there is no work to do, she shares her diary entries from her emerging sexuality with him. Tammy Jorgenson lived with her family in a small lakeside community, with the closest convenience store a mile away. Because they lived half an hour from the nearest city, things got boring and girls experienced sex at a very young age. Even before she started puberty, she always attracted boys. Although she was quite shy, it didn't take to long for this curious teen to start wanting to experiment with sex. But she'd seen too many young mothers where she lives, and didn't want to end up like them. She could rely on herself, and had plans to go to college when she graduated High School. She excelled in her school work and extracurricular activities, and was sure to get into any college she applied for, but...her one weakness was cock. She thought about it night and day. The pressure was a getting difficult at school, but she got through it with some of her closest friends. "We have anal sex," Monica smiled proudly. The Cheerleader Captain was telling the girls around her all about her boyfriend Roger. "Eeeww," Tammy and every girl in their respective tents giggled at the revelation. It was a Cheerleader camp out, and the squad were talking about their sex lives over a dying fire. Young hands were busy stroking smouldering pussies inside hot sleeping bags. Monica felt she had to preach to the heathens, "At least I'm not late, Nancy." The redhead the remark was aimed at quieted down, and looked away embarrassed. "It feels...so good you guys. It only hurts for a minute, then...aaahh." Her fingers coaxed a wave of delight through her spine. "I like to be spanked," purred Gretchen, the buxom blond. "I like girls," Cindy winked at Jessica. "I love sucking cock," Tammy offered shyly. Everyone nodded and agreed they too liked sucking cock. They had all heard about Tammy's oral prowess at the beginning of the school year, and this was the first time she ever talked about it. She opened up. "I can't get enough, sometimes I'm afraid of myself," Tammy quieted to a whisper. Monica laughed, "Gosh Tammy, don't be so melodramatic. There is nothing to be afraid of, just be yourself and the world is your oyster." That was a year ago, and Tammy was waiting on the front porch of the sorority she was pledging for. Her perfect bubbly ass snuggled tightly into a pair of faded Levi's, while her petite pointed tits were hugged by a white jersey shirt with short red sleeves. Her long sandy blond hair was french braided into two pigtails in back. Tammy's hot pink lips smiled timidly at passers by, while low-top leather Adidas tapped anxiously on the worn wooden porch of the campus' most notorious dorm. Monica graduated two years earlier, and made sure her friend made it into her sisterhood. She bent the rules a little, and told Tammy what her initiation task was the day before. It was going to be a "Cum Drive", and Tammy was dizzily eager about it. She heard someone coming towards the door. "Tammy! Thanks for coming early," Monica gave her friend a big hug and showed her in. She led her down a long hallway towards a flight of descending stairs, and went down. The large room was empty, but smelled like stale beer from the last party. The thin walls were made with plywood and painted black. Slogans and curse words were written in spray paint with every color from blood red to lime green. Monica explained what the holes in the plywood doors were for. "There's a chair if you want to take a break...here's a cooler with beer, water or juice...are you hungry?" "Yes, but I expect to swallow a lot of cum." Tammy almost danced as she anxiously waited for the evening to begin. "Oh no you don't. Why do you think we call it a "Cum Drive" anyway? Dufus," Monica tugged on one of Tammy's pig tail playfully. "All cum goes into this cylinder," she bent down to pick up a large graduated cylinder, borrowed from a chemistry class. "It is your task to collect as much cum as you can. Don't worry about technique Tammy, just suck and collect, suck and collect." Monica slowed to a whisper, "I want to win this thing, Tam. All the sororities are in on this, and no cock on campus will go unturned, none." Monica looked at Tammy with all seriousness. They heard running footsteps and laughter as more pledges filtered in from downstairs. Tammy didn't recognize anyone, but was friendly enough to them by nodding hi, and giving all the anxious pledges a cordial smile. Monica shouted, "O.K. bitches, listen up! They'll be here before you know it." She switched her evil on, "Then the fun begins. Tammy, tell them what I told you." Tammy spoke right up, now was not the time to be shy. "When a cock comes through the hole in the door, suck it, don't play games. All cum is to be collected in the cylinders you will find in your room. Refreshments are in the cooler." Tammy turned and asked her friend, "When does it end, Monica?" "You have till midnight to suck as many cocks as possible. I can't stress enough how important this is. We're going to show everyone whose the best sorority on campus, right?!" Monica turned the school spirit up to ten as she cheered. "Yeah!" They all shouted. "What are we going to do tonight?!" "Suck!" "Who's going to win this?!" Monica closed the cheer with a finishing routine. "We are!" More girls joined the crowd and started cheering. "O.K., everyone get to a room. It'll be starting soon." When everyone left, Monica whispered, "Good luck, Tam." She gave her another hug, and made sure she was comfortable in her room. For nearly a half an hour Tammy stared at the hole in the door, waiting on the edge of her seat. Her pussy was very wet and started to throb, so she took her clothes off to really get in the mood. As she laid back in her chair, she spread her legs and slid her eager fingers lightly to her moist bush. She closed her eyes and imagined the endless line of cocks she was soon going to meet. Her fingers twiddled and pinched, stroked and probed as she brought herself dangerously close to a fiery orgasm. Wait a second, I think it's starting. Tammy heard music start thumping in the room outside. She crawled to the door, and held her breath. She quickly brought the chair over, in case her knees got sore. She let out her breath when she finally saw a long, fat uncircumcised cock squeeze through the hole. This was her first black cock, and her pussy melted when she saw it. But Tammy wasted no time in pleasantries, there was a drive to run. And she ran it. This black cock had no chance against her agile sucking mouth. It was clear the recipient was not aware of the danger he was in when he haphazardly picked a hole and got deepest, sloppiest blowjob he's ever had. On the way into the room Tammy wondered what handles on the outside wall were for. Now she knew. She imagined the owner of this cock thrashing around and screaming, because that's exactly what it sounded like. Much to Tammy's dismay, she felt the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm. She reached for the cylinder, and placed it under her chin. When she felt the first blast hit the back of her throat, she opened her mouth and let it drain into the cylinder, but kept the first mouthful for herself. No one will notice a little missing, she confided to herself. She jerked the shooting cock into her mouth and onto her face, catching as much in the tube as possible. Tammy knew she could make it up later. By midnight she made it up and more, by needing a second cylinder. No one had needed a second cylinder before, tonight or ever. Monica stood in the middle of a huge writhing crowd of drunken college kids satiated with an evening of hedonistic debauchery. It looked like everyone was there. But the evening wasn't over yet. "May I have everyone's attention please?!...Shut up! Thank you. It is my pleasure to present to you, the winner of this year's "Cum Drive", Tammy Jorgenson!" Tammy bashfully stepped forward amid an outpouring of shouts and applause. She noticed a lot of naked females. I didn't know there would be this many drivers, Tammy could even be shy with herself sometimes. Monica put her arm around Tammy's shoulder, "Miss Jorgenson here, not only broke the school record for amount of semen collected, but was also voted "Best Cocksucker" by those who had the balls to go more than once. Thanks for filling in your cards guys..." Monica stopped talking to wave at a consort on the outskirts of the crowd. "This year, the prize for Cocksucker of the Year is this nifty little plaque." Monica handed the plaque to a blushing Tammy, and waited for her friends from the outside to bring in a small kiddie pool from the outside. "And...I would like to add proudly, our new sister Tammy was the only one here who could deep throat Kevin!" A smooth cat in the corner got several pats on the back from his homeys. "Alright Tammy!" Monica roused the group to a stomping applause. "Quiet down please...Shut up! It is now time for the Anointing of the Queen..." you could almost hear the drum roll. "Kristen please roll in the barrel of donations." When Monica said this, Tammy jumped. "A barrel?" How could it be a barrel when I swallowed so much? She didn't want to take a break during her pledge drive, so whenever she got thirsty, she helped herself to some fresh hot donations. "Yes, a great big barrel. Remember, all the sororities...campus wide?" She waved expansively. "You kicked everyone's ass, so you get the donations." Monica couldn't hide her devilish smile. "I'll get you for this Mon," Tammy teased. She watched several girls roll in an industrial sized barrel and with a little difficulty, stand it in front of the kiddie pool. Tammy began to get apprehensive, she liked cum, but gallons of it? Oh well, just get it over with, she decided quickly, it couldn't be that bad. "Tammy since you are already naked, would you please stand in the pool? Thank you. Now who has the funnel?" Let your imaginations wander into this land of perversion for a moment, and picture this sweet young lady standing in the middle of a growing throng of suddenly silent party goers. Many had never seen anything like this, nor will again. Tammy was ceremoniously handed the house beer bong and without hesitation brought it to her lips. Monica personally poured Tammy's first container slowly into the funnel. Tammy didn't need to swallow as the semen flowed straight to her belly. Growing chants of "Chug, Chug, Chug," continued until Tammy not only drained her first cylinder, but her second as well. She began to have problems accepting her donation, and the remaining cum spilled messily past her lips and onto her perky tits. After the boisterous cheers and applause died down, Tammy crouched into a low doggy style pose. Her plump white ass was stuck high into the air. Tammy's virginal ass and pussy were well lubricated by hot probing fingers, sometimes two. Then the beer bong was inserted into her pussy. Tammy was so glad she finished her period yesterday. Monica and two other sisters started scooping cum into the funnel with bowls. They topped her off, then moved onto her asshole. Then bowl by dripping bowl, the three sisters poured the remainder of the semen onto the Queen, now reclining like a true monarch. When they were finished, Tammy was completely white and dripping quietly from head to toe, waiting patiently for the next step. Monica put down her scooping bowl and stood, then spoke like a true hostess, "Thank you for cumming everyone, and will the members of the losing sororities please accompany Gretchen to the back room for their spanking?" She waved to the Amazonian blond swinging a sinister looking wooden paddle. "See you all next weekend for the closing ceremonies of Greek Week, and have a pleasant evening." Monica waved to the receding crowd, then looked down at the mess she called her friend. "Sorry Tam, but I knew you could win this for us, thanks. Towel," she snapped her fingers at a waiting subservient pledge, "wait a second...make that towels." At eight o'clock, Tammy found herself again waiting anxiously on a similar wooden porch. But this time, she thought it would be fun to wear her old Cheerleading uniform. Elliot always teased her, and asked her to wear it to work for him, but she wouldn't. This evening seemed the perfect chance. While she may be shy, Tammy wasn't stupid. She figured out quickly why she was invited over, although she had no idea what she was really in for. After a brief moment, the front door opened in a rush. Karen opened the door and almost gawked at the cute, sweetly chubby little cheerleader on her porch. "Tammy?" Karen was speechless. She was never a Cheerleader herself, but was always fascinated by them. She must have dressed up for Elliot, but she doesn't even have a clue what she's doing to me. She's so precious in white and green, like a little mint. And those darling ponytails...I can't wait. "Yes. Karen?" Tammy was surprised as well, she never imagined Karen would be so stunningly beautiful. Framed by wild waves of perfectly placed brunette curls, her face could be the wet dream of millions. Deep brown eyes blinked engagingly behind large designer glasses resting seductively on the bridge of her nose. Karen stood haughtily in a tight pink angora sweater. A short black skirt hugged her athletic buns perfectly. Black sheer pantyhose and patent leather high heels helped the already tall Karen tower over this apple cheeked cutie. Tammy had never expected to be turned on by a woman before. She's so dominating, but she looks so soft in that sweater, and smells wonderful... "Please come in, Tammy. Thank you so much for coming, Elliot has told me so much about you, but he never told me how cute you were." This was almost true. While Elliot didn't hide what he did at work, he didn't tell her all the sordid details. She wanted to know those details, wanted to get off on those details, and it pissed her off that he wouldn't divulge more. Karen escorted Tammy to the living room where her husband was fixing drinks at their modest wet bar. He clumsily dropped his ice cubes when he noticed Tammy. "Wow." Elliot was always such a talker. "Sweetie, my plans have changed," Karen put her arm around Tammy's shoulder, and smiled seductively at her, "Now I want to do something completely different." "Oh really," Elliot mumbled, shifting his eyes from Tammy to his wife. "Don't worry, you'll love it. Great outfit by the way Tammy, you even got me hard," she snickered at her husband trying to hide his erection behind his glass. "Could you turn around for me please, sweetie?" Karen watched with great interest as Tammy's green and white pleated skirt raised up with her generous twirls. Damn, Karen admired to herself. Tammy's white panties hugged her ample globes deeply into her crack. "Do you work out?" Karen was in love. Tammy looked away ashamed, "No. I never really got the hang of it." "Good, don't. Exercising will only ruin it, don't you agree Elliot?" She turned to her silent partner. "Absolutely." He couldn't count the times he's fantasized about Tammy's juicy Georgia peach shaped ass. "Only ruin what?" Tammy wanted to know. "Your ass. How do you get such plump fucking buns?" Karen was stumped. Tammy glanced quickly at Elliot. "I have a high protein diet." She couldn't help her blush. Karen smiled knowingly, "I bet you do. Does he treat your ass as well as he does mine, or is he getting something better?" Karen let slip a little resentment over the only thing Elliot didn't share with her. But her inner freak was coming out. "Excuse me?" Tammy blinked innocently. "My husband is an avid ass man, surely you know this. Doesn't he treat your beautiful bottom with the respect it deserves?" Karen's piercing dark brown eyes gazed deeply into Tammy's baby blues, searching for the answer herself. Tammy looked bewildered when Elliot coughed politely, "Sugar, Tammy and I don't have anal sex, or any sex for that matter. She only sucks, and won't even let me eat her in appreciation." Karen's jaw dropped. "You mean all this time I thought you were banging your secretary, but she was just blowing you? Why didn't you tell me?" "I was kind of embarrassed," stammered Elliot. "What am I going to do with you, you knucklehead?" Her brow knitted in a mixture of mock confusion and mild disgust. "I still don't believe it." She turned sharply to Tammy for a response. "Honest Karen, I've only had sex a few times, and never with your husband. And as for anal sex, well..." Tammy looked down embarrassed. Tammy's Turn "You've never had anal sex? Where are you from, didn't you go to college? I swear there are times I can't keep Elliot out of my ass, whether I want him there or not." She switched gears, "This is quite an interesting turn of events, yes..." Evil schemes were hatching like spider eggs in Karen's feverish dungeon of a mind. A wicked smile slowly crept across her face as she settled her flickering brown eyes on her hapless husband. He was taking a drink when he noticed her expression, and nearly choked on it before he sprayed it out in a geyser of Scotch and soda. "Karen, I don't like that look..." He really started to worry when she whispered in Tammy's ear. "Karen?" Tammy giggled nervously, then said, "O.K., but only if I get to hold the rope." The two giggling women gave chase to the rapidly fleeing Elliot. He ran like an idiot into their bedroom, where he was trapped. Seeing there was no way out, he sagged defeated and allowed them to engulf him. "What did you run for, you big baby? Don't you want to make love to two beautiful women? I don't know Tam, I think he should be punished for running. What do you think?" Karen and Tammy were fast becoming friends. "Yes, he should be punished. But later, I didn't get to finish taking dicktation earlier, and I've been antsy ever since." Tammy had never not completed a blow job, and was indeed feeling...a bit twitchy, about it. "That sounds purrfect. Give my husband the best blow job you've ever given, and I'll just sit here and watch." "I always do," Tammy said sincerely. Karen sat down on a nearby chair and removed her high heels. She sighed deeply when Tammy looked directly into her eyes, and sank slowly to her knees in front of Elliot. Karen removed her skirt, revealing a black garter belt, stockings and white laced panties. Then she heard the very audible unzipping sound of her husbands trousers. Tammy smiled at Karen, then blew her a kiss before she fished Elliot's cock out of his pants. When the full length of his member was in view, Tammy hoisted it to her lips and kissed the head, keeping unflinching eye contact with Karen. This little bitch is going to drive me crazy, Karen thought with a shudder as her fingers slid beneath her soaked panties and started massaging her clit. Elliot could never get enough of Tammy's cock sucking, and it was especially thrilling with his wife in the same room. He could never bring himself to have the two women meet, although now he came to think of it, he couldn't imagine why. He looked down at his darling secretary's ponytails swinging with every movement of her head, and closed his eyes tightly forever burning the image into his memory. He looked over to see how Karen was doing. Karen's long left leg was hanging from an arm rest while her panties dangled from her shapely foot. Her hands were very busy. One was giving her pussy more fingers than it should have, and the other was helping a perfect pointed breast to her hot mouth. She reached it easily and began to ravage her own stiffened nipple with fluttering licks and intense nibblings. Tammy's tight fist was pumping the base of Elliot's thickening wedge. Her pink lips kissed the head and slid along the side. Once Tammy had a fully engrossed audience, she wrapped her pink lips around Elliot's hot throbbing shaft. Slowly, Tammy started suckling the plumb shaped head. She pushed his cock repeatedly against the inside of her cheek in a gratuitous display of oral affection. She winked playfully at Karen. That little bitch. She thinks she can out fuck me? I'll show her. Karen's temper flared slightly, but was soon quenched with the sight before her. Tammy's mouth was going deeper and deeper down Elliot's manhood, slurping noisily on every slippery inch as spit oozed from the corners of her mouth. Karen was watching her own personal porn movie. This cute little Cheerleader was sucking her husbands cock like nothing she's ever seen before. Even she couldn't suck a dick like that. Elliot's cock wasn't huge, but it was still quite a mouthful, and Karen always had trouble taking it deep. But Tammy was gobbling it down to the pubes like it was a Vienna Sausage, and making joyful noises deep in her throat. Karen couldn't believe the amount of spit that was involved. "Karen?" Elliot said aloud to get his wife's attention, "Watch this," he said so quietly, only his mouth moved. Karen shifted in her seat to watch what her husband was up to. He lifted his leg up onto the bed, and took Tammy's head in both hands. What she saw next made her shiver in disbelief. Elliot started to pump his hips against her face while gripping Tammy's head tightly. Karen's eyes widened then shut briefly with an involuntary sigh, when Tammy wiggled her head at the base and started humming, like it was a daily occurrence that she got her skull fucked. Which, Karen assumed, it probably was. Karen admired her husband's unflinching power. He worked out often, and his tanned muscled rippled as his body moved like a well oiled machine. His brown hair had a few grey hairs, but that only proved to Karen that he was all man. Tammy lifted his bloated balls to her stretched lips and got a bubbly spit bath with her slathering pink tongue. Elliot's head was tilted back, with gritted teeth and eyes shut tight as he felt Tammy's tongue lick at his balls with every down stroke. Elliot shouted his approval, "Fuck! Tammy, you suck!" "That's it! I can't take this anymore," Karen pulled her sticky fingers from her sopping pussy and joined Tammy on the floor. But Tammy had his cock more than covered. Oh well, I'll get his balls. That should get him going. But when Karen approached from behind, Elliot's balls were gone. She looked towards Tammy's sucking mouth. Wet threads of spit dripped from where his balls should be, but they were in Tammy's mouth! Karen was beginning to wonder about this girl. But the view is terrific, Karen thought in awe. Elliot's cock looked so much fatter from this angle, and she could see it stretching Tammy's tight throat. Tammy's tongue slithered alternately from his balls inside her mouth, then to the smooth skin behind them. She's going to have to teach me that, Karen hoped for future meetings with this perky dynamo. Tammy wiggled her face against Elliot's pubic bone and hummed her favorite song, confident that she was truly giving the best blow job ever. She tickled his hairy balls with her fluttering tongue, then sucked harder. Elliot almost fell over, but kept a firm grip on her head. There was only one thing for Karen to do, so she took a long lick up from where Tammy's tongue was to her husband's fragrant, puckered asshole. Karen was just as anal as her husband was, and saw nothing at all wrong with wantonly slithering her pink tongue deep into her husbands ass. She spread his cheeks wide with her strong fingers, and proceeded to bite them while driving her tongue deep into his dark hole. Elliot couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. Karen's tongue up his ass was like frosting on a blow job cake, and he was getting ready to blow out his candle. Tammy felt his need in his swollen balls, but knew it could last a little longer. She pulled her mouth off of his cock with a sloppy gurgle, "Hey Karen, want to help me finish your husband off?" She sang in a sweet little cheer. Karen pulled her tongue from the deep kiss she had on her husbands asshole, "You bet." Tammy and Karen shared his cock evenly. They each got a side, and kissed the plump, leaking head. Elliot took both their heads in his strong hands, and guided them in unison up and down his pole. Both Tammy and Karen sucked as hard as they could while their kiss was shattered by his hard cock. Elliot was sliding them faster and faster along his shaft, building to the most toe curling orgasm he's ever encountered. His balls tingled like heavenly fire. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Elliot howled. Tammy and Karen put their faces together in the line of fire. Tammy was stroking his cock with one tight little fist, while she took snakey licks on the head. Karen snuck in for a few licks herself, and was greeted with the first shot of hot cum. Tammy stroked the spasming cock onto Karen's face, while humming softly at the wonderful sight. She looks sooo good in cum. He never has this much cum for me, Tammy pouted to herself. White sticky semen clung to Karen's glasses and hung in globs in her brown hair as she kept her mouth open to catch the barrage. Her mouth was nearly full and her face was a dripping mess when Tammy stopped stroking and allowed Elliot to fall onto the bed. Tammy took Karen's sloppy face lovingly in her hands and daintily licked her glasses clean. When Karen could see again, Tammy kissed her salty mouth and swirled her tongue in the familiar sticky treat. Karen straightened, rising above Tammy and parted from their kiss, but Tammy kept her mouth open. Karen pursed her lips together and drained her husband's semen into Tammy's willing mouth. Karen wasn't surprised at all when Tammy began blowing bubbles with her gooey snowball. O.K., she's almost as nasty as me. Almost. "Ummm, that was delicious," Tammy said before she kissed Karen madly, and snuggled her head against her warm naked chest. Karen kissed the top of Tammy's head, and smiled at the messy white glob she left on her parted hair. She looked at Elliot still in shock over the graphic display. "We're not through, you know that don't you? That was for Tammy, now it's my turn. Don't move," Karen looked sharply at her husband, and gracefully stood allowing Tammy to be comfortable against the side of the bed. She left the room in a perfumed breeze. Karen returned to see Tammy naked, bringing Elliot back to life. He was laying on his back, while she was on top of him, slightly off to the side. Her mouth was expertly sucking down to his balls, her nose getting tickled by his hair. Karen allowed Tammy to continue another minute before she stopped her. "Thank you Tammy, that will be all." Karen stood at the foot of the bed waiting to be seen. Tammy pulled her mouth off of Elliot's cock with an audible pop, and moved to the side. Her eyes focused on the long black dildo hanging between Karen's legs. She wasn't expecting this. Karen brought a slender finger to her lips wanting Tammy to remain silent. She handed Tammy a blindfold. When she started putting it on herself, Karen stopped her and pointed to Elliot. Tammy smiled gratefully and put it on him. "Oh oh, what's going on?" Elliot didn't really want to know, but he just had to ask. "Like I said before, it's my turn," Karen handed Tammy a pair of handcuffs. Then when she heard the familiar restraining clicks on Elliot's wrists, she slowly uncoiled the length of raw hemp rope she found in the garage. She tied one ankle firmly to the end of an unused wooden broom handle. Then with his legs perfectly spread apart she tied the other ankle just as firmly to the opposite end. With the remaining length of rope, she brought the handcuffs closer and tied his hands up as well. When she was done, Elliot looked more than hog-tied. Karen then went to her night stand and opened a drawer. She returned with a small leather harness with metal rings and buckles. She reached down to Elliot's hardening member and buckled one strap of the harness tightly behind his balls. Then placed the rings around the base of his cock and tightened the remaining straps. "Tammy, could you help me for a moment please?" Karen handed Tammy a long white feather when she jumped off the bed to join her. Tammy knew what this was for, or thought she did. She started at his foot, gently touching his sensitive skin, driving him to a frenzy the closer she got to his pleasure center. But when she got there, she stopped and started on the other foot. Elliot's ass jumped off the bed repeatedly as static tingles raced towards his asshole. When Tammy got there the next time, she tickled his ass, cock and balls without mercy. She enjoyed doing this especially when Elliot would beg her to stop. He was laughing so hard, she couldn't take him seriously. He thrashed around uncontrollably trying to escape the feather. Karen placed her hand on Tammy's shoulder in a gesture for her to stop. Tammy stood aside and let Karen approach the bed. Karen was coating the dildo in a slippery gel, stroking it like it was her own cock. It was her own cock, or more accurately, it was Elliot's. She had cast his erect penis in plaster, then had it custom made to attach to the front of a very sturdy leather harness. She used it mainly for the women that would come to their parties, and she still couldn't believe she never thought of using it on Elliot. "O.K. sweetie," Karen mounted the bed with authority and pushed his legs forward using the broom handle, "relax, and you'll love it." She repeated his exact words to her the first time he fucked her ass. Luckily for him she did love it. Elliot really didn't seem to know what was going on. Oh, he knew about the dildo, but never put it together, until... Elliot let out a light scream when he felt the greasy tip pry open his cherry anus. But he relaxed as best as he could, and focused on the pleasure he knew must be there. Soon he felt inches slide past his ring and pull back out in an effort to reinforce the next inward thrust. He was already starting to enjoy it. Karen held onto the broomstick with one hand, and stuffed the long black dildo into her husband's ass with the other. Her hip movements were fluid and graceful, but strong and unrelenting as she buried her husband's phony phallus in up to it's bogus balls. Tammy brought her face closer to the action. She fell in love with the simplicity of the penetration. It sounds like he doesn't mind a bit. I wonder... She opened her mouth to continue her oral ministrations. Karen shook her head at her, "Tammy, why don't you sit on Elliot's face and give his tongue a try. I think you'll like it." She drove her cock in deeper when Tammy settled onto Elliot's face. She could see Tammy's reaction immediately. "Oooh, he's good at that," Tammy cooed. "Yeah, he's alright," she conceded with several hard drives into Elliot's tingling asshole. Payback's a bitch, fucker. Karen's main thoughts were on the ball busting she was doing to Elliot's ass. Tammy meanwhile had drifted towards a place she had reserved only for herself. Even though she had sex a few times, it was always a little awkward. She'd much prefer to be in control, sucking cock. She would usually just bring herself off while doing it. But Elliot's skillful tongue was pressing buttons she didn't know she had. He flicked her swollen clit lightly, then forcefully swished it sideways. Then she would feel his tongue wiggling it's way up into her hot tunnel. And watching Karen hardballing Elliot's ass was proving to be very erotic. She could feel his reaction by the burning flurry of activity of his tongue. She let herself go. Elliot's cock was rock hard and drooling precum onto his belly with every trust of Karen's cock. Tammy's hairless pussy began leaking sweet juice as her legs clamped tightly around his head, and he could hear her screams through her tender thighs. Karen watched Tammy shudder and bite her bottom lip as her orgasm washed through her body. Then it suddenly dawned on her that she herself was getting no pleasure out of the fucking she was so passionately giving. Karen slowed her pumping down, and pulled her cock out gently. She leaned forward and kissed Tammy before she whispered in her ear, "Play along, O.K.?" Tammy nodded. Karen climbed off the bed and dragged the chair closer. Then showing her athletic ability, pulled her husband nearly off the bed by tugging sharply on the broom handle between his legs. She helped him stand awkwardly, and pushed him into the chair. "Damn sugar, you really kicked my ass in. Wait, what's going on now?" He was ready to blow, and was puzzled by her efforts to sit him in the chair. Karen raised her eyebrow menacingly and lowered her voice to a growl, "Like I said, we're not through." She produced another length of rope, and with Tammy's eager help, tied Elliot quite firmly to the ornate antique wooden chair. Elliot was very uncomfortable. First his orgasm was so close he could taste it, and he was bent over his near bursting cock because the handcuffs were still attached to the ankle bar. Karen held up a ball gag. "Feel lucky this has breathing holes," Karen was enjoying the power she was having over her husband. Elliot's slightly alarmed face accepted the apparatus willingly. He must feel really guilty about what he and Tammy do. Good. Satisfied that Elliot was secure, Karen invited Tammy to join her on the bed. Both women were far too hot to play innocent games. They kissed passionately while Tammy reached down to stroke Karen's cock. Her pussy was still very wet from her orgasm, but she still felt unsatisfied. She hoped Karen could help that. Karen raised her voice, "Are you watching Jackass?" Karen rolled over ontoTammy's plump body, and suckled her aroused nipples. Tammy spread her thighs invitingly, and assisted Karen in fitting the black monster into her tight pussy. Elliot was helpless. Watching his gorgeous wife between Tammy's plump thighs was driving him crazy, and he couldn't even stroke his cock. I'll make it up to her later, he promised himself while his breathing intensified. Karen meanwhile was reintroducing Tammy to Elliot's cock. Her hands were gripping Tammy's ankles tightly while she pushed her knees back towards the bed. Karen got in closer and spread her legs low to help with the angle of attack. She started to give it to her harder. "Oh yeah, that's gooood!" Tammy squealed as Karen's tight thrusts got deeper. Karen gave Tammy everything she had with Elliot's latex cock. But this was still getting her nowhere. Tammy was screaming, but she wasn't. She looked over at her husband. He looks ready now. Elliot was straining against his bonds, and met Karen's stare pleadingly. His heart beat faster when she slowed her fucking movement and pulled out of Tammy. "Not a word out of you, understand me?" Karen reached for his ball gag. Elliot nodded curtly. Karen went to work untying the rope. When he was free, she offered her slender hand and invited him onto the bed. Tammy bounced happily out of the way. "Now you're gonna see how to take an ass right. He's good at this." She gave credit where credit was due. He made her feel like no one else could. Elliot took Karen into his strong hands, and pulled her towards him savagely. Their tongues wrestled and played while Elliot's hands were busy groping her ass cheeks. They rolled over and continued their passionate embrace. Tammy moved to the top of the bed and watched the lovers in action. That looks like fun... She felt a little left out, but knew they wouldn't forget about her. Elliot had moved down to Karen's breasts. He suckled and bit her large brown nipples to rock hardness while his right hand stroked her steaming mound. But he was feeling very anal this evening and he had to show her his appreciation for what she had given him. So in one fluid movement, Elliot flipped his wife over and positioned himself behind her. He loved his wife's ass. Karen looked into Tammy's eyes briefly and winked. Tammy had spread her legs to play with herself, but Karen saw it as an invitation. "Why don't you slide down here puddin'? I'm better at that than he is." She knew he could hear her, but she couldn't let that one pass. Karen was rewarded with a close-up view of Tammy's moist hairless cunt. Her bush was trimmed to fit into a tight bikini. Tammy's Turn "I heard that. You may be better at that, but I'm better at this." With that, Elliot's hand slapped down hard onto Karen's right buttock. Karen wiggled her ass at him in agreement. She wants more, eh. Alright. Elliot raised his voice, "WHOSE...slap..ASS...slap...IS...slap...THIS?"...SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Karen removed her mouth from Tammy's folds long enough to scream, "Oh my god! It's your ass, it's your ass!" Ooh, he's really going to make me pay. God I love him. When Elliot was done thoroughly spanking his wife, he spread her reddened cheeks apart to expose their treasure. He could never properly explain his fascination for butts, and he was glad his wife understood so positively. She winked her brown eye at him. Meanwhile, Tammy's pussy was being voraciously eaten by a very turned on Karen. She's right, she is better...but only just a little. She watched Elliot bend down between his wife's spread butt cheeks and take a long time probing it with his tongue. She was beginning to be intrigued by the Joneses obsession with anything anal. "Oooh yeah Karen, eat my pussy," Tammy sighed. Elliot coated his pole with a generous amount of lube and aimed it at his wife's delicate asshole. Pushing forward slightly to assure proper alignment, he steadied himself by leaning over her and resting his fists near her shoulders. His face was so close to Tammy's, he could feel her hot breath on his face. She smiled sweetly at him, and offered a wet tongueful kiss. Visions of Tammy's tight pussy and cherry asshole bolstered Elliot's fuck thrusts. Soon his shaft was buried balls deep in his wife's butt. Once there, his hips circled gently as he pulled out slightly only to return a moment later much to Karen's delight. "Fuck yes! Get my ass, I love it!" Karen backed her ass up against her husband's slow thrusts, and resumed her spirited licking. That strap makes him huge! He's really going to stretch me out tonight, she thought happily. Fired up by Karen's eagerness for her ass fucking, Elliot reached down to Karen's head and grabbed a handful of wavy brown hair. Gently but just as forcefully, he pulled her head back, away from Tammy's drooling vagina. In a low grunt Elliot breathed, "Tell Tammy how much you love my cock in your ass, bitch!" Karen reeled from her husbands boldness. Even though she suspected he was just showing off, he was never this rough with her and she loved it. She expected to get taken like this more often. "I love it so much Tammy." She felt his trusts quicken. "So, so much...Ohhh shit! Yeah, pound it fucker! Ooooh...fuck yeah, fuck yeah...I'm coming! I'm coming..." Karen rambled off into a shake as her eyes rolled back showing only white, while Elliot's vigorous fucking bounded his heavy nuts squarely onto her frothing pussy. Elliot let go of Karen's hair and gripped her waist with both hands. Now is where it gets fun, heh, heh. Elliot picked up the pace with a wicked sneer. His wife's cries of ecstasy only fueled his lust, as he relentlessly pounded her spasming rectum. Tammy couldn't believe Elliot's savage intensity. Watching her boss fuck his beautiful wife with reckless abandon was turning her mind into jell-o. She imagined Elliot taking herself like that, and it drove her mad with envy. Karen was definitely getting more than she bargained for, and was just about spent from her multiple orgasms. But Elliot wouldn't stop fucking her even though her violent shudders had reached their crescendo. She was just about to beg him to stop, when he slowed and pulled out on his own. Karen slumped down, heaving and weak. What Karen didn't see was Tammy's doleful look at Elliot as she pleaded with her baby blue eyes to be fucked like that. Elliot lost himself in her expression, but stopped himself and pulled out before it was too late. Karen soon realized what was going to happen, so she crawled feebly out of the way and took Tammy's place at the head of the bed. "Elliot, be gentle at first, but please make me feel like you made Karen feel, O.K.?" Tammy was ablaze and didn't care how much initial pain there was, she just knew it had to be completely mind blowing. "Sure thing Tam. Just tell me what you need. Would you like to feel my tongue in your ass first?" Elliot got ready to rim Tammy's tight pink hole. "No. Please just get right to it, I'm so horny and I want to get off like her." Tammy was beginning to feel like she's never had an orgasm before, at least not a screaming earthquake of an orgasm like Karen had. She lay forward and spread her virgin ass open with both hands, and gritting her teeth like a thousand volts were torturing her body, demanded, "Fuck my ass now!" Elliot raised his eyebrow and looked at his wife. Karen just shrugged and nodded, while she mouthed, "Get her good, sweetie." With fresh lubrication applied, Elliot poised his rock hard cock at Tammy's tight pucker. He pressed forward slightly, but no go. He pushed harder, but she was so tight his cock bent slightly with the pressure. "Tammy, can you relax please?" "I'll try, but just put it in. Please, hurry!" Tammy was growing breathless in anticipation. Elliot beamed at his wife. If only their first time had been this charged with electricity. She nodded with glassy eyes at him to proceed. Throwing caution to the wind, Elliot put all he had into busting Tammy's ass open. He leaned forward with all his might... then pierced her virginity. "Fuck yeah!" Tammy shrieked as he broke her barrier, then noticing Karen's pussy was close, she wasted no time in showing off what she had learned earlier. Her pussy was oozing a thick fragrant juice that drove Tammy wild as she slurped it up. This must be girl cum. I like. Oooh, yeah that feels gooood, Tammy reached back to finger her clit as Elliot forced more cock into her tight end. Slowly, Tammy's ass relaxed to accept Elliot's cock. He pushed his hips harder and harder as his cock stretched her tight pink hole wider and wider. Normally Tammy wore her hair in one pony tail on back. That would be perfect now, for the first time tonight he wished her hair was in a more suitable fashion. As if reading his mind, Karen surfaced from her cunnilingus coma and undid Tammy's two pony tails, to make one. Now Elliot was in total control. He took her hair in one hand, and gripped her hips with the other. With Tammy thoroughly absorbed in her first pussy, he felt he had full reign. He had worked half of his pole into her ass, then pulled completely out. The void was soon closed, as Elliot's cock buried itself deeper than before. "Oh shit, yeah." Tammy was nearly speechless. She couldn't believe how good this felt. It did hurt a little at first, but now she had goose bumps. She had never gotten goose bumps before. Elliot wrapped his fist in Tammy's hair and pulled gently. He did want to ask her how it was going, but Karen's pussy was welded firmly onto Tammy's mouth. "Yeah baby, fuck her tight little ass! You love it, don't you Tam?" Karen was eager to share her experience with her new friend. "Mm, mmm," Tammy's eyes were closed as she ate Karen's pussy like she never even dreamed she could. And Elliot's cock... Oh my god. I'm coming, I'm coming...Tammy continued to herself, but ended up screaming it to Karen's very understanding honey pot. Tammy's screams of delight made Elliot feel ten times the man he normally was. But while his ego was getting stroked, Tammy's incredibly tight ass was proving to be too much for him. "Yeah here it comes." Elliot breathed out of his nostrils heavily as he started pumping his load. Tammy felt the first gush coat her burning insides. Her orgasm came to a head as his orgasm came to her ass. She writhed in pleasure as her orgasm rolled on with her twiddling fingers. Elliot pulled his shooting cock out of Tammy's ass and exploded on her ass cheeks and back, as large drips collected and ran from her freshly fucked rosebud. When he stroked his last blast, he motioned for his wife to enjoy the view. Karen was there in seconds, she knew he creamed her good. Tammy's tan skin was streaked with white love from her ass almost to her hair. But inside her tan line, gushing out with every constriction of her sphincter, was cum heaven. Karen couldn't believe her luck as she brought her hungry mouth to Tammy's sloppy backdoor. Elliot could always count on his wife to gross him out. The parties were her idea. He liked them too of course, but they were for her. She had this twisted side that always had you wondering. And Elliot wondered, Where in the hell did she think of sucking cum from another woman's ass? Within minutes Tammy's ass was completely cum free, as well as her back. Karen scooped the mess on her chin into her mouth, with a sinful grin and wrapped her lips around Elliot's sensitive cock head. She sucked her hardest while running her tongue all over, knowing exactly how much it must be driving him crazy. He had to pull her head off forcibly because she would not let go. But she did know when to give up. After she reluctantly released Elliot's cock, she raised up to kiss him deeply. But after the kiss, before he could say anything stupid, she broke in "Hey Tam, want to see my scrapbook?" She eyed Elliot mockingly. "Karen?" He wasn't sure he wanted Tammy to see that. Karen kept a meticulous scrapbook of her parties. Bizarre sex acts with vegetables, clothes pins, 9-volt batteries, you name it. She was proud of it, he was frightened by it. "Oooh, sounds like fun," Tammy didn't seem to notice Elliot's apprehension. She was not disappointed when Karen finally plopped a heavy leather book in front of her. She was surprised by the quality. Some were beautiful black and whites, others were graphically colorful. The first page wasn't that shocking, blowjobs, cumshots and facials. Oooh, good one...Tammy smiled adoringly at the beautiful cum covered faces. The next couple pages were different positions of vaginal and anal intercourse. Page five was mostly double penetrations, but there was one double anal shot. Tammy shivered in sympathetic pain and pleasure. Karen couldn't wait to really shock her. "Eeeew, is that...?" She couldn't bring herself to say it. Do you do that?" Tammy was getting over her brief gross out. "Not yet, but I might. Keep going." Karen's nipples hardened as her secret fantasies were bared. Tammy's jaw dropped then looked at Karen, "How did you get all five fingers in there?" She asked in disbelief. "Lots of practice. You know about practice, don't you?" Karen toyed with her new friend. Tammy smiled coyly and shifted her eyes toward Karen, but she quickly returned to the book. The next few images Tammy remembers were of yellow streams and naked bodies. Her stomach lurched, but continued regardless. Karen smiled with sadistic pride. Tammy thought the BDSM pages were beautifully shocking. A large black man with a leather mask was doing unspeakable things to very willing petite blond women. "Who's the guy in the mask?" "I'm not at liberty to divulge that information." Karen said very seriously. Tammy shrugged absentmindedly. She soon lost interest in the masked man as she continued. She found she was turned on by a lot more things than she imagined. She hoped to be invited to the next party. Should I ask? It couldn't hurt. She closed the book as if sold on a time share and asked politely, "When is the next one?" Karen's brightest smile broke open, "It was supposed to be tonight, but someone backed out." But she was very happy at the way things turned out. "May I come to the next one, please?" Tammy was always very polite. "Sure thing sweetie, I'll tell Lunkhead," she patted Elliot's chest as he settled himself between her and Tammy. The trio spent the next hour or so laughing, talking things out, and establishing boundaries. In the end they were all very happy. But it was getting late, and tomorrow was Monday. Tammy got off the bed and gathered her clothes. "I'd better get goin' guys. Big day tomorrow," she quickly noted the name of the lubrication, "we should be very busy." Karen and Elliot got off the bed and followed Tammy downstairs. "I really like her Elliot," Karen whispered to her husband. "I know." Elliot hugged his wife and opened the door for Tammy. "If you're ever looking for something fun to do Tammy, please stop by," Karen winked as they followed her onto the front porch. "Thanks Karen, I will. You can count on it." Tammy turned and nearly skipped to her car as the Joneses waved goodbye to her from their front porch. She would remember this evening always.