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Learning From Tammy Ch. 01

By: tammys_greg



Chapter 1 – The date

Just over a year after my divorce, I moved to St. Paul, to work for a national insurance company in their risk management department dealing with insurance fraud. The divorce occurred for many of the typical reasons, not communicating effectively, arguments over her spending habits, leaving my shoes in the living room every night – you get the picture. And although we never fought about it, I was never overly happy with our sex life. My ex-wife just wasn't very adventurous in bed. She enjoyed receiving pleasure, and enjoyed receiving it in many different ways, but she wasn't very creative in giving pleasure. I always made sure she was satisfied, and she was multi-orgasmic – if you just paused for a couple of seconds after she climaxed, just a little stimulation would take her over the top again and again. But all too often I came away feeling unappreciated and un-satisfied. 

My ex enjoyed a little anal play, you know, having a finger or two in her ass when I would go down on her, yet she wasn't at all interested in anal sex. She enjoyed having me eat her pussy almost anywhere in the house, kitchen counter, the sofa, on the pool table, yet she rarely spent more than a few minutes sucking my cock, even though I kept myself very clean. As soon as it was hard, she wanted me to "stick it in" her, and that usually was in the missionary position.

Any way, when I moved to the Twin Cities, I figured I would take my time looking for the right woman. I wanted someone who was a little more creative in the bedroom than my ex-wife. Little did I realize the surprise fate had in store for me. 

After 10-years of marriage and nearly another year divorced, it had been a long time since I'd 'dated,' and I was having a hard time meeting women and even more trouble asking them out. Several of the women I met and talked to at various places (and who weren't wearing wedding rings) turned out to be "in committed relationships" or "already seeing someone," so I was striking out left and right. It was a little frustrating because I'm not a bad looking guy, 6' 3" – 225lbs. Yeah, I could stand to lose 15lbs, and I could tone up a little, but I'm no Budweiser gut, couch potato either.

After spending a few weeks getting settled into a cluster home I bought in Woodbury, I desperately needed a haircut. It had been nearly 7 weeks since my last haircut and my hair was looking pretty shaggy. I like to go every 4 – 5 weeks to keep everything looking nice and trim. So, Saturday morning I stopped into a local salon in Woodbury to see if I could get an appointment. The girl at the desk quickly replied that she had an immediate opening due to a cancellation. As she stood up I realized she was fairly tall – about 5' 10". She had a nice figure, medium sized breasts, I was guessing her dress size at about an 8 – 10. She was very pretty, with shoulder length, light brown hair that sort of had an auburn tint to it.

"That's great," I said, "I was hoping you wouldn't have a waiting list today."

"Hi, my name's Tammy. Follow me back to my station," she replied.

I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Greg," I said. We made the normal chit chat about how I wanted my hair cut, what was my normal morning routine when it comes to styling it, did I use mousse or gel, you get the picture. At one point I commented on her lack of a wedding ring.

"Oh, I just haven't found the right guy, I guess," was her reply. 

I started teasing her about why an attractive woman like her wasn't seeing someone. We laughed and cut up because she noticed my wedding ring groove hadn't completely gone away yet. She started busting my chops about being married and trying to get a little something going on the side. I told her I wasn't to both questions. It was about this point that I noticed that when she was cutting the hair on the top of my head, she was rubbing the crotch of her jeans on my shoulder. Soon she was done cutting and blowing my hair dry. I put my glasses on and looked in the mirror – boy was I pleased. Tammy was pleased as well, admiring her handy work, brushing away a stray hair here and there. 

After she was done, I followed her up to the front desk where I pulled out my money to pay the bill. Mustering all the guts I had at that moment, I asked, "Could I see you again?"

"Sure," she said, "do you want to make an appointment for 4 or 5 weeks?"

"No, I meant tonight; for dinner, or maybe a movie, or even dancing?" 

"Look," she said with an expression of consolation on her face, "you seem like a real nice guy. But I barely know you. It's obvious from your accent that you're from out of town. How do I know you're not an ax murderer?" 

Not willing to give up at this point, I said, "Look, you can come by my house to pick me up. You can see where I live. You can see that I'm not married. Here, take my business card – call my office. Obviously I'm not there, but you'll know that I'm not lying about whom I work for. Ask the switchboard to drop you into my voice mail. I'm just a normal guy . . ."

"OK, stop," she said. "Is this your cell number on here," she asked pointing to the card?

"Yes," I replied.

"I'll think about it, and I'll call you later. OK?"

"That's all I can ask for," I said.

I left her with $25.00 for a $21.00 haircut and headed out to my Jeep. All the way home I was telling myself she's not going to call, I'd blown it, I should have waited a few visits before asking her out – let her get comfortable with me. You know, the usual self-inflicted criticism we heap on ourselves when we think we've screwed up a good thing. I stopped at Cub on the way home to get some groceries figuring I needed something defrosted to make for dinner.

When I got home there was a message on my machine. It was Tammy. "You forgot to make another appointment before you left, so I penciled you in for 4-weeks from next Tuesday at 4 o'clock. It's all I've got that week because of it being prom season. If you can't make it, call me. And if you still want to get together for dinner tonight, meet me at Applebee's at 7:30." Click. 

That's terrific. I was definitely thrilled. Then I wondered - how did she get my home number? It's not on my business card, and I'm too new in town to be listed in the phone directory. Maybe she got it from the switchboard operator, but the operator isn't supposed to give out home numbers. Oh well, I guess I'll have to ask her about that sometime. 

All afternoon, I was excited. I took a shower, got dressed and headed over to Applebee's at the appointed time. Tammy was already there. Looking very nice, I might add – tan slacks, a white cotton tank top with her bra strap peeking out the side, carrying a reddish plaid jacket and wearing leather strap sandals on her feet. Her legs are really long, the kind that go from here to there and back again.; and she's got that perfect little space right at the top of her thighs. We had a drink at the bar and made small talk while we waited for our table, slowly drifting into a nice comfortable conversation. The blinking LED pager startled us when went off, letting us know our table was ready. Tammy let out a big laugh, I paid the bar bill, and we were off to our table. The hostess put us at one of the corner booths, so we each slid around our respective sides of the booth until we were sitting on an angle next to each other.

All through dinner we were caught up in the moment. We spent a lot of time staring into each other's eyes. She asked about my divorce, and she told me about her failed romances. We both skipped dessert, and after the waiter went away with my credit card to pay for dinner, Tammy took my hand and said, "Look, you need to really be someone special for this to work. If we're going to get involved, I have a few ground rules I want to lay out. First, I don't expect you to pay for everything when we're together, dinner, movies, and what not. I earn a decent living and when I offer to pay, you just say 'Thank you' and we'll get along fine. Second, I expect complete fidelity if we're going to sleep together. I won't tolerate a man who disrespects the woman he's with by cheating on her. Third, I prefer to have sex in my own bed. Women are like that – I don't know why – so don't expect me to stay over at your house unless I feel real comfortable. That doesn't mean that I don't like to do new things and get wild from time to time, I just want to be comfortable with my surroundings. Last, but certainly not least, I want to be on top."

"OK," was all I could say. It wasn't that I was put off by her conditions, as much as I was surprised by her directness. It was actually quite refreshing. As we left the restaurant holding hands, Tammy reached up and kissed me and told me to follow her home. "I've got the white Honda Civic over there," she pointed.

I followed her a short distance to her home. We pulled up to a nice brick-front split-foyer home in a quiet neighborhood off Queen Street. When we got inside the door, she kissed me again.

"Take off your shoes," she said (a common practice in Minnesota), "Come on up and make yourself comfortable in the living room." "You want a beer," she asked as I heard the tops popping off two bottles without having a chance to answer, "And hey, turn on the stereo."

I did, and an Alan Jackson tune was playing on the local country station. I sat on the sofa. Tammy came in from the kitchen, set the beers on the coffee table, and slipped off her plaid jacket. Throwing it on the ottoman, she picked up the beers, and handed me one as she kneeled on the sofa straddling my legs as she sat on my knees facing me. 

I took a sip of the beer. "So you like to being on top, huh," I asked?

"Yes, it generally gets to be a bone of contention with most of the men I've met," Tammy replied. "I really like you, I hope that's not going to be an issue for us?"

"No, I spent the last 10 years or so in the missionary position. I'm sure I can spend a few on my back. It will be a nice change of pace."

Tammy kissed me tenderly and as we parted lips she said quietly, "What makes you think your going to be on your back all the time."

She kissed me again, more passionate this time. After dozens of lingering kisses and heavy breathing, we were soon in the middle of a clothing tornado. Shirts and socks; bras and pants; clothing was flying everywhere. All while trying to maintain the most passionate kisses I've ever felt. 

Sitting on my lap again, Tammy started kissing my neck and sucking and biting my nipples. No woman had ever focused on my nipples before and it was thrilling. It seemed the more excited I got, the harder she bit – maybe it was the other way around. Tammy slid off the sofa onto the floor. As she did she slipped down the front waistband of my briefs exposing my hard cock. In a flash she had my dick in her mouth, and the feeling was incredible. She licked, and sucked, and even nibbled a little to intensify the pleasure. My dick isn't huge, a little more than 7½ inches long when erect, but it is fairly thick. Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth, my head was spinning. She was taking it all the way down to the root – I could feel the head slide into her throat each time she went down. It had been more than a year since I'd been with a woman, and I wasn't going to last much longer. 

"Tammy, stop, I'm not going to last much...ooooohhhaaa," I let out a long moan as I exploded in her mouth. I was dizzy. My face felt tingly and numb. I think that was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced up until that point in my life. Tammy swallowed every spurt and licked me clean; my body twitched every time she touched the head of my cock. Soon she was snuggled up next to me with her head on my chest as I caught my breath.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Sorry about what? If you were being honest at dinner, then I knew you wouldn't last too long. Besides, we have the rest of the night. You aren't going to poop out on me are you?"

"No, not at all," I said trying to sound reassuring. "I just didn't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm not normally a 2 minute guy," I said sheepishly. Lifting her head in my hands, "Come here, let me try to give you that much pleasure." I said and I kissed her long and hard, our tongues intertwining, I'm sure I could taste my cum in her mouth.

Tammy broke the embrace; she stood up, took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. She pushed me backwards on the bed. 

"I want to go down on you," I said. "I want pleasure you, and make you feel the way you've made me feel. I want you to cum long and hard."

Grabbing Tammy's hand, I pulled her down next to me on the bed and kissed her. Slowly and tenderly I kissed her neck and shoulders. As I slowly kissed my way down the center of her chest, deliberately paying little attention to her erect nipples, as I gave them a flick of my tongue, she let out a low moan. I kissed my way down her stomach, while at the same time I used my hand to caressed my way up the inside of her thigh. As I reached the elastic of her panty, Tammy stopped me and said, "Remember, I get to be on top." 

As she said this she rolled me on to my back and in one quick motion straddled my face, bringing her fragrant bush just inches from my nose. Her panty was soaked, and as I pulled the cotton between my lips I could smell the sweet aroma of her sexuality. I pulled the panty to one side and slipped a finger into her warm vagina. She let out a soft moan of encouragement as I began to lick the outer folds of her pussy. She had a trim little bush of the same auburn-tinted brown hair. In parting the lips of her pussy, I found the largest clitoris I've ever seen. It was easily the size of the last digit of my pinky finger. I found it was very sensitive as well. I rolled my tongue around it the way a kid does to an ice cream cone. I gently pulled it between my lips and alternated sucking on it and pushing it out of my mouth. I licked it and pulled it in again. All the while, Tammy's breathing is rapidly increasing. "Oh, yeah baby, that's nice," she moaned. As I reach up to her firm breast I found that the nipple that I thought was erect before, is now more than ½" long. I begin caressing her nipples, alternately, with my right hand, while two fingers of my left hand are buried in her pussy, as I'm trying to suck on her beautiful clit, which seems to be getting ever so slightly longer, easily reaching well more than one inch in length. After a few minutes I'm forced to pull my fingers out of he pussy and use my hands to support her ass as she is just grinding away at my face with her pussy. As she starts pulling my head closer, it that were possible, I looked up to see her head rolling back from side to side as she reached a point from where there is no turning back. 

From Tammy's parted lips there is a low, deep, moan coming from somewhere inside her. At the same time she's screaming, "Put your fingers in my ass, fuck my ass with your fingers!" I'm sucking her clit, there is a slurping sound coming from her pussy, she's screaming as I'm shoving two fingers, still covered with her juices, into her ass. In what seems like just seconds, Tammy has crossed over, and is almost howling as her first orgasm rips through her. Fluid gushes from her pussy, and I'm licking and sucking for all I am worth, drowning in her ecstasy. This seems to last for nearly a minute; then everything is quiet. Tammy's quiet, her hips have stopped moving, her body occasionally twitches and she catches her breath, I let my fingers slip from her ass. Pursing my lips, I blew my breath over her pussy. She is quiet. 

I waited a few short moments; then I decided to see if she could handle multiple orgasms. I stuck my tongue out and touched her clit. She jumped; it was as though I had given her an electric shock. She tried to pull away, but I put my hands on her waist and held he over me. I started licking her clit faster and faster, within seconds she was coming again, and a third time, finally she collapsed and slid down on to my chest to where I all I could lick was her naval. While she lay there on top of my face recovering from her pleasure, it gave me a weird feeling of satisfaction I'd never had with my ex. 

After 5 or 6 minutes, I rolled her onto her side and got on top of her. I started to go down on her again, but she pushed me away. "No, stop, I have to pee," she said. So I took her by the hand and walked her into the bathroom. She wobbled as she made her way to the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet, I sat on the edge of the tub next to her and put my hand down between her legs a gently rubbed her clit. 

I kissed her shoulder. "Go ahead, pee," I said, as I rubbed her pussy and brought her to another orgasm; her pee flowing over my hand as she climaxed.

As she sat, slumped on the toilet enjoying the afterglow of her fourth orgasm of the evening, I washed my hands and face, and went into the kitchen. I rummaged around and found the fixings for two cups of tea. 

"Do you like sugar in your tea," I called.

"No, plain is fine for me," she weakly hollered back.

When I got back to the bedroom, she was laying on the bed in somewhat of a stupor, she said, "that was wonderful. I've never had a man do that for me before. Are you some kind of a gigolo? Where did you learn that?"

"No," I said, "I not a gigolo. In fact, you're only the 5th woman I've ever been to bed with. I do like to read articles about pleasuring women though. Any way, I'm glad it felt so nice for you."

"Nice, it was fabulous!"

"Well, anyway, that thing in the bathroom, I was just going with the flow, no pun intended," I chuckled; "Well maybe it was intended." Tammy just laughed.

As we sipped our tea, I got up to set my cup on the dresser. Tammy set her teacup on the nightstand. "Come here, love," she cooed and patted the bed next to where she was sitting.

I came over and sat next to her. She put an arm around me and kissed me, and dipped me at the same time cradling me in her arm. In one motion she laid me back on the bed and climbed on top of me at the same time. Tammy started kissing me on my neck and my chest. She slowly worked her way down my stomach. Coming back up she licked and sucked on my nipples. That sent ripples of excitement through me. How come I didn't know my nipples were so sensitive before now,' I wondered? Tammy whispered in my ear, "do you trust me?"

I looked in her eyes, as she repeated, "do you trust me? Do you trust me when I tell you that I won't do anything to you that will cause you pain?"

Caught off guard by the question, I knew up until then that she hadn't given me anything but pleasure. "Yes, Tammy, I trust that you won't hurt me."

"Close your eyes, go on, and close them?" I did as she asked. She kissed her way down the length of my right arm to my wrist. Click. I felt something metal on my wrist, and my eyes shot wide open. My wrist is in a handcuff. Tammy patted my chest and repeated softly, "Do you trust me? I promise I won't cause you any pain." 'No pain - isn't that what the Vet tells you right before he puts your dog to sleep,' I thought? I was feeling powerless, and a little nervous. The movie, Basic Instinct, kept running through my head. In response to her question, I just nodded my head yes. "Then close your eyes, and enjoy what you feel," Tammy whispered.

I closed my eyes, as Tammy lifted my arm toward the headboard. Click. The other end of the handcuff was secure around the bedpost. Tammy rolled over me to my left side and secured my left arm as she had the first. Then she was gone for a few minutes. I kept my eyes closed hoping that what they say is true about your hearing becoming more acute when your eyes are closed, but I couldn't hear her. Suddenly there was a shock, but not a shock, just a touch of something cold on my left nipple. "I could have blindfolded you, but it shows much more trust if your willing to submit and voluntarily keep you eyes closed," she said quietly. "Stick out your tongue." I did, and something was pushed onto the tip of it. 'What is that? The taste is familiar. It's a strawberry!' "Let it slide into your mouth, suck on it, chew it slowly, feel the burst of flavor and juice fill your mouth," she said.


Learning From Tammy Ch. 01



Something cold, on my right nipple this time, and it is wet. Then warm breath and a tongue licking away the liquid. "Stick out you tongue," she commands. I do and something thick and smooth and liquid lands there. 'It's Hershey's syrup.' "Let it melt on your tongue, feel the bitter-sweet flavor on the back of your tongue," she said.

Tammy continues the tease as she lifts my left leg bending it at the knee. Something is tracing the crack of my ass for several seconds. Then it stops, and I hear the unmistakable sound from childhood breakfast, a banana being peeled. "Open your mouth," Tammy says, and I immediately feel the banana begin to slide in. "Don't chew yet, just enjoy the sensation." Tammy slides the banana in and out a few times. I close my lips around the banana. Tammy continues to slide it in and out for several minutes until she stops with the tip just in my mouth. "Take a small bite and chew it up." I do. "Take another." I do. Soon I can hear her chewing as well. I can feel her breath close to my face; she is near. We keep eating the banana; soon we are face to face licking the banana remnants from each other's lips. We kiss passionately, wet and sloppy with the taste of banana. 

"Keep your eyes closed," she tells me as she kisses her way down the center of my body. I feel her breath on my soft dick. Suddenly it's in her mouth. She's sucking it, bringing it back to life. I smell cherries, then something wet on my ass; and a finger, no two, are rubbing around my rosebud. Not long after one-finger slips inside, then two. "Have you done this before," she asks? "You're sphincter muscle is pretty relaxed." I confessed to using my ex-wife's thin, silver, vibrator down there while I masturbated when she wasn't home. "Do you like to masturbate," Tammy asked?

"Toward the end of the marriage and over the past year, that's all I had available to relieve myself."

While we're talking, Tammy is massaging my cock with her hand. I smell cherries again, then something wet on my cock, she's blowing on it; my cock - it's warm, and it's really hard. I feel her straddle my hips. She lowers herself onto my cock, it's so slick from the scented lube, and her pussy is so wet, it just slides right in. Yet it is a snug fit, like a leather glove. Tammy slowly starts riding me up and down. I mean real slow, almost imperceptible movement at times. I sneak a peek, she has her back to me, she fingering herself, and it's causing her vaginal muscles to squeeze when she touches her clit. "Keep your eyes closed," she says sensing that I am peeking. After 5 or so minutes of this exquisite torture, I fell like I'm going to explode. My moans are becoming loader and my breathing is getting faster. 

"Tammy," I'm begging her now, "this is torture. Please you have to let me cum."

"No lover, you have to wait a little bit yet," is her gentle reply.

Tammy stops her slow pace and slides off my throbbing dick. I smell cherries again, more scented lube, then Tammy's straddling me again. She's holding my cock as she slides down on it. 'It's really tight this time, are we having anal sex.' I sneak a peek, she has her back to me again, and I catch the last glimpses of my cock sliding into her ass. After pausing a few seconds, she starts riding up and down again. 'My goodness, this woman has given me so much pleasure tonight. She's opened her entire body to me, just so she can be on top – in control? She starts riding me faster; then she tells me, "Open you eyes." But they're already open. I can't stand it; the feeling is exquisite. I'm trying the best I can to meet her movements with thrusts of my own, but she's pushing my knees down, so I can barely get any traction to push back. She's hollering at me to "Fuck her ass, fuck her harder." Soon it's just "Fuck me harder," on each thrust. But I can hardly hear her because it feels like my head is about to explode. I'm still handcuffed, my head is thrashing around and I'm grunting with every thrust. I'm quickly reaching the point of no return, and she's yelling, "Cum inside me baby, come on, give it to me, let it go lover, fill me up." And I explode. With a long, loud groan, I explode – filling her ass with my sperm. Tammy keeps riding me until I'm begging her to stop. Fireworks are going off in my head and feels like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. 'Man, this woman can make a guy feel good.'

As I lay there catching my breath, Tammy slides my shrinking cock out of her ass and heads off to the bathroom. In a moment, she comes back and brings a warm washcloth back with her. Gently, she cleans me up. I'm just lying there, trying to imagine if there is anything better than this. She un-hooks the handcuffs; my arms are free. She heads off towards the bathroom.

Tammy comes back to the bed and tells me that as good as she feels, she needs another orgasm to help her drift off to sleep. Although I exhausted, I'm more than happy to oblige her. "I need to do this my way," she says. 

"OK," I ask, "what should I do?" She props two pillows on the bed and tells me to lie across them, face down. 

"Just let me love you," she says. "Lie here and relax." She lies on top of my back, half-grinding her pussy into the back of my calf. She starts kissing my back, then my ass cheeks; then she's spreading my cheeks giving me a rim job. 'This woman knows no bounds; I've never met anyone who wanted sex as much as she does, especially the first night together.' I can smell the cherry lube again. She applies some to my ass, then slides in a finger, then two, then three. The lube is warm and I feel great. Tammy replaced her fingers with a small gel type dildo, bigger than her three fingers, but not as large as a real cock. The feeling is great as she slides the dildo in and out of my ass. She's using it to massage the back of my prostate, while she's still grinding against my calf. In no time at all, I am hard as a rock. Tammy paused for a minute and excused her self as she heads off towards the bathroom. I'm lying there on the pillows – kneeling almost – as I feel the dildo slowly sliding out of my ass. I was facing the other way when Tammy came out of the bathroom. I turn to see her at the side of the bed. She's wearing a strap-on dildo that looks to be about 6" long, but not as thick as my cock.

"Don't say anything, just let me talk first. Remember after dinner I told you it would take someone special to make this work. This is why. And this is why I told you I want to be on top. I know, I could be with a woman and she would enjoy this, and in fact I have. But I'm not attracted to women; I'm attracted to men. And I think I've shown you tonight that I am a very giving person. I'm willing to do almost anything sexually to please you; I just have this one little need that I can't get past. So, if this isn't your thing, then we can stop now and go our separate ways. But it is a need that I have and I'm not wiling to compromise on this issue." Tammy paused for a minute examining the expression on my face, "so I need to know. What is your answer?"

As she was asking the question, I slid across the bed and took her silicone girl-cock into my mouth. While I kissed it and licked it I reached over and grabbed the lube and applied some liberally to her toy. Then I turned around and offered my ass to the woman who gave me more pleasure in one evening that I remember in the previous 10 years of marriage. Tammy slowly slid the strap-on into my ass, allowing me time to adjust to the new girth. Then she slid out until just the tip was still in my ass. "You have a really nice ass," she said as she slowly slid the length back into my tight hole. "It was one of the things I noticed about you when you were leaving the shop this morning. And it looks even better without your jeans."

Tammy started to increase her tempo and her breathing increased. My butt was starting to feel warmer, a combination of the friction and the warming qualities of the cherry lube she was using. Tammy varied her strokes between long and short, slow and fast, as she gave me a first class ass fucking. The sensation was amazing (I could appreciate why gay men enjoy this so much), and the pressure on my prostate was causing a lot of pre-cum to seep out of the end of my hard dick. As she neared climax, Tammy slowed and pulled out of my ass. "I want to change positions," she said. "You said you masturbate. Will you masturbate for me," she asked.

"Of course," I responded. In actuality I was having a hard time keeping my hands off my dick. I wanted to cum so badly, but I didn't want to appear greedy so I was letting Tammy have her way with me.

"Slide up onto the bed," she said. "I want to kneel behind you. I will bury my cock in your ass as you kneel with your legs spread outside of mine." I did as she instructed, and she slid her girl-cock into my ass. Oh man, that angle really changes things. "Now arch your back and lean back on me, then go ahead and play with your cock. I want you to cum when I do," she said reassuringly. She started thrusting into my ass; as she did so, she put her hands on my waist and starting pushing and pulling until she found a rhythm and depth she enjoyed. As we fell into a comfortable rhythm, I started playing with my hard cock. Tammy started caressing and pinching my nipples. Her moans became longer and louder as we increased the pace. I found as I was stroking my cock, that I was actively pushing back to meet her thrusts, grunting with every thrust. Soon I'm begging, "Fuck me, fuck my ass, fill me up baby," just like she was half-an-hour or so earlier. Her moans are louder and her breathing is rapid; I can tell she is close. But so am I. My lubricated hand knows just how to touch myself to cum quickly or make things last. But Tammy's so close, so I pick up the pace so as not to disappoint her. The sounds are terrific, Tammy panting and grunting and moaning with each thrust. My ass cheeks are slapping against her thighs as I push back to meet her strokes. She's starting to go over the edge, so I find that perfect spot to rub underneath the head of my cock and lose control. "Oooohhhhh, Gooodddddd!" My orgasm is tremendous; even though it is the third one this tonight, I'm shooting spurts of semen 3 or 4 feet on to the pillows at the head of the bed. At the same time, I know Tammy is climaxing as well. 

Exhausted, I fall forward on the bed, my face landing on the pillow where my semen landed just seconds before. Tammy collapses on my back, her girl-cock sliding out of my ass as I fell forward. "I love you," she says softly.

After a few minutes, Tammy rolled off of me and rolled me over on my back. She kissed me tenderly on the lips and licked the semen off my cheek. "Umm, good," she cooed. After mellowing together for a few minutes, I left her curled up on the bed while I went to clean up in the bathroom. I brought Tammy a warm washcloth to clean her up. As I unhooked her strap-on, I noticed that it had a second, smaller, curved dildo on the inside that fit snuggly into her pussy, as well as a little tickler that must have been exciting her clitoris. I can imagine the sensations she felt with every thrust were fantastic. The entire bottom of the leather harness was soaked with her pussy juices. As I wiped her pussy, she twitched as the washcloth touched her clit. I bent down and kissed her pussy and took a little lick at her clit. "No," she said weakly, "no more. I'm exhausted. Just let me sleep."

I lay next to her and pulled the sheet over the two of us. I like to sleep on my left side, so my back was to Tammy. She rolled over and wrapped her arm around me and whispered, "I love you." I didn't know what to say so I lay there quietly. This was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Am I her slave? I submitted to her willingly, I let her have her way with me. It was both tremendous and scary. But where would it go from here? I laid there for a long time wondering about that; meanwhile Tammy's breathing settled in to a natural sleeping rhythm. I glanced at the clock on her dresser; it was 2:45 in the morning.

I was first to wake up, about 8:30, so I wandered into the kitchen to see what I could scrounge up for the two of us for breakfast. Having never been ashamed of my body, I went into the kitchen naked. Tammy had plenty of eggs in the fridge, and there was some green pepper and onion in the vegetable drawer. I found a small piece of leftover ham in the meat drawer, so I decided to make us a Western Omelet. I scrambled up the eggs in a bowl, but finding a suitable pan to make an omelet in was more of a challenge. I was bending over looking in one of the lower cabinets when Tammy came up behind me wearing my shirt loosely buttoned. As she caressed my ass cheeks she said, "Well, here's my man. Wow, what a nice butt he has, and he cooks too. Good morning lover."

"Umm, good morning to you too," I replied as I turned and tenderly kissed her on the mouth. "Yeah, I do breakfast pretty well, and I like to cook on the grill. Otherwise I'm a recipe cook."

"Recipe cook?"

"Yeah, give me a recipe, and as long as I understand what's needed, I can do it."

"Well, you certainly had the right recipe last night, baby. You were incredible"

"Tammy, I think you were the one who was incredible last night. You took me places I've never been before. Fantastic places – places of pleasure that I've never experienced until last night."

I continued, "but I have to admit that I'm thrilled and terrified at the same time."

"Why's that, Greg," she asked.

"Well, I'm a bit afraid of my feelings, both for you and for what you brought out in me. Twice last night you told me you loved me."

"And that bothered you? Why? You let me do things to you that only one other man ever did, and he left the next morning and never called again. Is that what you're going to do?"

"No, no," I interrupted, "you don't understand. What I'm trying to say is I love you too. That's part of what scares me - the need that I have to be with you. Last night I submitted to your desires because I wanted to please you. Maybe some people would say it is just lust between us right now, but to me it feels like love. I know myself well enough to know that when I love a woman, I want to go out of my way to please her. And I've been trying to do just that for you ever since dinner last night."

As I was talking, Tammy came over and put her arm around me and kissed my chest. "So, what is the problem," she asked? "Let's just go with this. Let's explore each other. Let's build on the great sex, and turn it into a great romance as well."

"Yeah, but where are we headed sexually," I asked? "Last night you taught me that I could submit to a confident and assertive woman who knows what she wants. I've never been in that place before, totally and willingly submissive to a woman's needs. But for a while last night, I was wiling to do almost anything you asked me to do. Are we going to end up with spiked collars and whips and chains, and me trussed up like a Christmas Goose? I don't know that I can go down that road. I don't do humiliation well."

"Greg, listen to me. I asked you to trust that I would never cause you pain. I'm sincere about that. I'm not into that whole fem-dom scene. I'm not into leather hoods and whips, or punishment and humiliation. Yeah, I like a little light bondage; I like to handcuff my partner from time to time. And, I do like being in control. But I like subtle bondage and control built on trust even more. It takes trust for a person to voluntarily close their eyes and submit to my control. It takes trust for a person to bend over and let me bury a dildo in their ass. You've shown me that trust, and I'm not going to take advantage of it in a negative way." She took my face in her hands looked into my eyes. 

"I will be discreet," Tammy continued, "I will be faithful to you, and I will trust you with my secrets as long as you're willing to do the same. You don't have to worry or wonder about what my girl friends or the girls at the shop will think of you. When they ask, I'll just tell them the truth, albeit a limited truth - that you're an incredible lover - and I'll leave the rest to their imagination. I'm not going to brag to even my closest girlfriend how you bent over for me and let me fuck your ass silly the first night we were together. In fact, I'll never say anything bad about you to my friends; I don't talk down about the man that I love. At the same time, I expect the same from you. If I find you've been disrespecting me – then we're through. No second chances. That's something I just can't tolerate. Forget my birthday, that's a forgivable mistake; disrespect me or cheat on me – that's deliberate. I won't accept that." 

"Tammy, wait..."

She put her finger over my lips, "when we're out in public, I may playfully grab your ass, or flirt and tease you, but I will never embarrass you or humiliate you..." I put my finger over her lips.

"Tammy, I guess what I want to say is even though I've only known you for...just about 24 hours now," glancing at the clock on the microwave, "I believe I can trust you to keep your word. I know I can easily fall in love with a woman like you – in fact, I am falling hard for you. I want to be your lover, I want to share my secrets with you – both sexual and personal, but more importantly I want us to be best friends." I paused and looked deep into her eyes, "Tammy, I want to give myself to you willingly, to care for you, and to surrender my heart to you. I love you." 

With that she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I grabbed her by the ass and spun around lifting her up on the counter-top of the center island. "Before you make breakfast," Tammy cooed, "why don't you use those wonderful lips of yours to suck on my pussy. I need to cum again."



Learning From Tammy Ch. 02



This is a continuation of the story of my relationship with Tammy. If you haven't read the previous chapter, then you may wish to do so to become familiar wit the characters in the story. I hope you enjoy the story.

Tammy - Chapter 2 – Getting to know her

That Sunday we made slow sensual love to each other for most of the afternoon. At one point I pleasured her with the one-hour orgasm. Just touching her, kissing her, teasing her, and caressing her softly for about 45-minutes until she couldn't stand it any longer, the hour culminating for Tammy in an explosion of multiple orgasms that left her drained and cooing softly as she dozed in and out of consciousness. Of course we came up for air and a glass of wine from time to time, but during the course of this 24 hour period – from Saturday evening until late Sunday afternoon – Tammy climaxed 11 times and I had 5 as well. It was all pretty incredible – especially in what I learned about myself, and my sexual desires.

Finding my way around her kitchen, I managed to whip up some chicken with sautéed sugar-snap peas for dinner while Tammy dozed, and we watched the Soprano's after we ate. Late Sunday evening I headed home because I only had my "date" clothes from Saturday night and I had to be at work the next morning. Tammy was off as the hair salon is closed on Monday - her day for laundry and bills, as she says.

Arriving at the office on Monday the job greeted me with a client problem down in Iowa. I had to drive down to Dubuque for a meeting on Tuesday morning. I called Tammy and begged off dinner for Tuesday evening, as it would be late by the time I got home. Dubuque is about a 5-hour drive straight down US 52. In season, there is more corn than you can imagine, but this time of year, the plants are about 2 feet high. The meeting went well, the client was satisfied with our proposal, and an expensive lunch was added to my expense account. Then there was the drive home, back up US 52. 

I got home about 10 past 8 in the evening. I called Tammy after I finished the chicken sandwich and salad I picked up at the Wendy's drive-thru in Woodbury. We talked about the day, and Tammy reminded me that she was going out on Saturday night with Ronnie and the girls from the salon. Ronnie is getting married in two-weeks, and Tammy is throwing her a Bachelorette Party. I asked how they were getting around for the party; Tammy told me one of the girls was driving them in her mini-van. 

Right away I offered to get them a limousine to take them around on Saturday night. Tammy asked why and I told her flat out that I didn't want them driving drunk and risking getting themselves, or someone else, hurt. Sensing my concern, Tammy accepted my offer without putting up a fuss. 

After talking dirty to each other on the phone for a little while, we hung up with the promise to get together for dinner at my house Wednesday evening. I gave Tammy directions, and she offered to bring some wine. It was a date.

First thing Wednesday morning I called around to find a limousine service that could haul the ladies around on Saturday night. It was short notice, but I managed to find one that would do it for less than an arm and a leg. The large white stretch limo was going to pick them up at the salon, take them anywhere they wanted to go, and take each one home safely at the end of the night. All day I kept watching the clock. It seemed to be moving in slow motion. I worked on three different client letters and finished several proposals, ordered the limo, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. I snuck out of work 30 minutes early to stop at the grocery to get the fixings for a nice dinner, and the florist on the way home to pick-up a bunch of flowers. I grabbed some nice looking white and yellow Daisies, with some Baby's Breath thrown in.

Back at home; I started on a nice sauté of chicken breast, pounded thin and cut into strips, and some shrimp. I mixed that with a little bit of onion and mushrooms, sliced thin, and set it aside while I went in the bedroom to get ready. I showered, paying close attention to my cock and balls, and my asshole. I used the shower massage hose on the jet setting to make sure everything back there was rinsed clean. I put on a sexy pair of underwear - black jockey boxer-style cotton briefs – the only non-white pair of underwear I owned, two little spots of Aramis cologne (one on each shoulder right where it meets my neck), a nice button-down shirt and a comfortable pair of slacks. 

By now it was it was getting on toward 20 minutes past 6, and I knew that Tammy would be arriving any minute, so I went back to my cooking. I prepared the cream sauce for my main-dish and put the pasta water on to boil. While taking time to occasionally stir the sauce, I made a nice tossed salad for the two of us. At 6:30 PM there was a knock at the door – it was Tammy. I greeted her with a big kiss. She had been giving someone a perm this afternoon – I could smell it on her clothes. 

"I brought a change of clothes with me, do I have time for a quick shower before dinner?" she asked as she handed me a bottle of Chardonnay. "Of course," I responded and led her to the master bath and pulled out a couple of towels for her. "Thanks sweetie," she said. "You look hot tonight. I like your butt in those slacks" she said as she shut the bathroom door.

As she showered, I turned down the boiling water for the pasta and put the cream sauce on a low simmer. Once I heard the blow dryer going, I turned up the heat on the water for the pasta, and dropped in the Penne Regate. I pulled the cork and poured the wine, and then set out the salads. At this point I almost forgot to put the French bread in the oven, which had been pre-heating for some time. While the bread warmed and the pasta cooked, I added the sautéed chicken-shrimp combination to the cream sauce. While stirring the sauce, Tammy sneaked up behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks, one in each hand. "Something smells really good in here," she remarked. "And the food smells pretty good, too. You're gonna make somebody a good husband someday." Tammy slipped her hands around my waist and pressed her body up next to my back. 

I took a break from my stirring to turn around and give her a tender kiss. "Somebody else smells pretty good, too," I said. "That's not my shampoo you used." 

"No I brought a little bottle of my own with me, I like the way it smells, fresh – but not too much perfume."

Tammy looked terrific, wearing a dark blue silk button down blouse and a pair of black jeans.

"Smells like something's starting to burn," she said. 

"Damn, the bread," as I dashed across the kitchen to the oven. "Just in time, a little crispy on the edges, but not too bad," I said. 

Going over to the fridge, I pulled out the small bouquet of flowers and offered them to Tammy. "Aw, Greg, flowers for me," she asked? "Do you have a vase we can put them in? We can put them on the table." I offered the only thing I owned resembling a vase, which was a tall, tapered, 24 ounce beer glass I'd gotten somewhere on the east coast years ago. Tammy hugged me, "The flowers are a real nice treat, sweetie, but I'm not really a flowers and candy girl. I don't hate flowers, but don't waste money on them either."

Tammy wandered off into the living room as I drained the pasta in a colander, put some on each plate and ladled some of the creamy chicken and shrimp mixture over it. As we sat down to eat, it was obvious that I had impressed Tammy with my kitchen skills, and the way I kept my home. "You have a nice place here, Greg," she said, "and the dinner looks wonderful." We enjoyed a great dinner, even if I do say so myself, and had some great conversation about our day's activities. After dinner, I gave Tammy a key to my house, along with the alarm code. "Tammy, I travel pretty regularly for my job, so I thought it would be good for someone to have a key in case of an emergency." She protested at first, but eventually accepted the key.

Tammy helped me load the dishwasher, and then we took our glasses and the rest of the wine into the family room. I put on some soft jazz on the stereo and turned on the fireplace – natural gas fireplaces offer instant ambiance. I sat on the love seat and Tammy sat on my lap. We sipped our wine and made-out for hours like teenagers. Tammy wouldn't let me do more than caress her breast through her bra. Every time I tried to reach under her bra cup she'd push my hand away and tell me not yet. The same was true when I tried to rub her pussy through her jeans. Of course, with all this caressing and kissing going on, my cock was getting pretty hard and it was pretty well apparent through my slacks. Tammy kept teasing me and rubbing my cock through my pants. My dick felt bigger than it had ever been. I was about ready to cum in my pants, but she sensed this and stopped rubbing my bulge and went about teasing my nipples instead. My head is spinning and I'm about to explode, when Tammy announces, "Would you look at the time? Dinner was wonderful, but I should go now. You have to go to work tomorrow and I need to do a few things, both before and after work tomorrow, to get ready for Ronnie's party on Saturday night. But let's have dinner on Friday night. I'll call you at work tomorrow, OK?"

"Oh, man," I groaned, "well the big noise you'll hear walking out to your car will be my orgasm as I masturbate as soon as you close the door." 

"Are you all hot and bothered," she cooed? "Can't wait until Friday night?" She started rubbing my nipples again, this time with her hands inside my shirt. She unbuttoned my shirt; "Well we can't leave you all hot and bothered now can we?"

Tammy started sucking on my nipples, driving me crazy. All the while she's un-hooking my belt and pants, and unzipping my fly. Tammy slowly started kissing her way down my chest and stomach to my hard cock. She was stroking it while she's kissing me. Squeezing the shaft so the head got really big, slowly she lowered her mouth on to my cock. Licking the tip and sliding it in and out of her mouth; after all this teasing, my head was spinning, so I knew I wouldn't last very long. In just a matter of a minute or two, I was panting like a rabid dog as I neared climax. Tammy kept up the pleasure, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. As she reached under my ball sack and massaged the area between my balls and my ass, with a loud groan, I exploded in her mouth. Tammy swallowed most of my cum, but a little bit leaked out of her mouth and down her chin. She milked me dry as I twitched from the intense sensitivity of her licking and sucking the head, sparking all the nerve ending in the tip of my cock. She wiped her chin, and then leaned over as she stood up and gave me a kiss, pushing some of the left over cum from her mouth into mine, I could taste my sex in her mouth. "I'll call you tomorrow," she said as she headed toward the door. "I love you," I weakly called after her. "I love you, too," she called back as she closed the front door behind her.

Thursday was just a normal day at the office. Tammy didn't call though; it must have been a busy day at the salon. On my way home I stopped at Kohl's to see if they had anything in the way of men's underwear that a woman would find sexy. They had various colored briefs, so I picked out a pair of blue, green, and black. Interestingly, I found a pair that had a bit of elastic sewed into the seat that fit right into the crack of a man's ass, so the underwear conformed to the ass cheeks. They only had gray in these, but I picked up a pair anyway hoping to impress Tammy since she says I have a nice ass. 

Later Thursday evening, Tammy called and invited me to her place for dinner Friday evening. "Nothing special," she said. "But don't come before 7:00 PM though, as I need time to get ready." We chatted for a bit, then Tammy had to run because she wanted to wrap Ronnie's gift, and not wait until the last minute.

Friday seemed to fly by at the office. A late afternoon call confirmed that I needed to drive down to Madison, Wisconsin, Sunday afternoon for a 10:00 meeting on Monday morning. Hoping that I could talk Tammy into going, I made a reservation at the Comfort Inn Suites. I reserved a room with a large Jacuzzi tub and a King bed. All day I had been thinking about frozen strawberry margaritas, so after work, I stopped at the liquor store and picked up the fixings to make some over at Tammy's. I went home to shower and get ready for dinner at Tammy's place. 

I chose a light blue button-down shirt made of brushed cotton – which feels like silk to the touch – and a pair of tan chinos. I also chose the new gray underwear that I'd gotten at Kohl's. After my shower, I dried off well, put on a few drops of Aramis, and got dressed. The new pair of underwear was quite an experience. They conformed to my ass cheeks as I figured they would, with the elastic fitting nicely into the crack of my ass – it actually felt as if the elastic strip was spreading my cheeks just a bit as well. With the chinos and the shirt on, looking over my shoulder in the mirror, I had to admit that my ass looked good too. I was starting to feel my dick stir and I got a warm feeling in my belly as I actually looked forward to Tammy noticing my butt. Plus, I had a yearning for her to fuck my ass with her strap-on dick. I'm not at all attracted to men, but I had to admit that having her girlie cock buried in my ass felt really nice. The excitement from the previous weekend was washing over me as I drove to Tammy's, leaving me with a feeling of being lovingly dominated by this beautiful woman. What gave her pleasure was my pleasure as well, especially since I believed that she'd never hurt me, and she would make sure I was satisfied.

I arrived at Tammy's about 5 minutes past 7; I could see her in the living room from the front door as she motioned to me to come in. I slipped off my shoes as I came in the door and headed up the short stairs to the upper level. Tammy had gone back into the kitchen; I came in and set the liquor on the counter. The food smelled great, Tammy was making chicken and beef fajitas with Mexican rice on the side. Is this woman a mind reader, I wondered? Do we have that much chemistry that she knew to bring white wine to my house for a chicken & shrimp dinner and I brought margarita fixings to her house not knowing she's making Mexican food?

I gave Tammy a deep kiss hello. "Still appreciating that blow job from the other night, are we," she asked with a smile? "I'm sorry I couldn't stay and make love the other night. But as I told you last week, I need to feel comfortable, and that usually means my place. Eventually, that will change if we stay together."

"No need to apologize," I said. "Besides, you had shopping to do for Ronnie's party. Where's your blender? Do you want a strawberry margarita?"

Handing me the blender as if she anticipated my request, "Sure, I'd love one." I filled the blender with crushed ice from the freezer door as Tammy got out a couple of glasses. "Boy, you really have a nice ass. But you look different tonight, are you wearing underwear," she asked? Without waiting for me to reply, she came over and started rubbing her hands on my ass. "Ooooo, feels like someone's got sexy underwear on," she teased. "Are they new," she continued teasing, "or are you really a gigolo?" 

"Are you a mind reader," I asked? 

"Me, what about you, you're the one who shows up with margarita fixings the same night I'm making Mexican Food."

"Well, all day I've been thinking about how neat it would be having a margarita."

"And I've been thinking about fajitas all day," she fired back, "so it must be telepathy."

"Must be," I said.

"So then, you know that all day I've dreaming of tapping that ass of yours tonight. I went to the sex shop over in Prescott yesterday to pick up a gag gift for Ronnie; but while I was there I picked up a special couple of things for you as well." I started getting that warm feeling inside my belly again. The sizzle got louder as Tammy added the onions and peppers to the beef and chicken already in the pan. I finished making the margaritas and set them on the dinning room table. I got the fajita skins out of the oven as Tammy put the fajita fixings on the table. I put the rice in a bowl and she put the meat on a plate, we arrived at the dinning room table together. Before we sat down, Tammy called me over to her. As she put her arms around me she whispered, "Let me feel that ass of yours again." I pressed up against her as she pulled me closer. "I can see your getting aroused already. We ought to eat before it gets cold," she said.

As we ate, we made small talk, but I couldn't get it off my mind that she had something special planned tonight – that she bought special sex toys to use on me. She wouldn't tell me what they were, but she kept teasing me about how much I would enjoy it.

After dinner, I started to carry my dishes into the kitchen; Tammy grabbed my hand. "Leave that, sweetie, I need your face in that place," she cooed, leading me into the living room. We started making out, and it was obvious that she was already wet, her panties were soaked through and her jeans were moist. I could smell her sex as we kissed. It didn't take long until we were both naked and frolicking around on the sofa. Soon Tammy settled into a comfortable position leaning back into the corner of the sofa. I slid onto the floor between her legs and started kissing her mouth. Our tongues probed and intertwined in each other's mouth. I gently started pinching her nipples, which were fully erect. "Harder," she murmured without breaking our kiss. "Harder!" I pinched and squeezed and rubbed her breasts. I broke our kiss and started kissing my down her neck and her chest. While fondling her right breast I took her left nipple into my mouth. I rolled her nipple around with my tongue and gently bit it. She moaned, "yeah baby, do that." After playing with her left nipple for a minute or two, I slowly started kissing my way to her right breast. As I teased her right nipple, I slid two fingers of my right hand into her pussy. Tammy let out a long moan as I did so. I didn't start thrusting though, but instead started rubbing her G-spot, inside her vagina behind the area of her clitoris. As I bit and teased her nipples I let my thumb occasionally flick across her swollen clitoris. Each time brought a twitch and a moan of pleasure. Slowly and gently I kissed my way down her stomach past her trim bush and to the inside of her thigh. Lifting her right foot in my left hand I kissed my way down to her foot. 

Still massaging her G-spot with my right hand I started kissing the toes of her right foot. Slowly I took her big toe in my mouth and starting sucking it. I'd draw it in and gently push it out, much the way Tammy did when she sucked my dick Wednesday night. This was having the desired effect and Tammy started moaning and breathing real heavy. I increased the tempo on both her big toe and her G-spot. Her moans became louder and louder as I continued pleasuring her. "Please baby, I'm right there, make me cum. Don't make me wait, I want it now!" As she begged I put my thumb on the base of her enormous clit and started massaging. It only took a second or so and she was gone. She grabbed a handful of my hair, arched her back as she tried to shove her entire foot in my mouth. Her orgasm was so intense she started to scream as her body stiffened up. After what seemed like minutes, she let go of my hair and her foot fell away from my mouth. Her body twitched as I slid my fingers out of her pussy. "Oh, my God," was all she kept repeating. 

I snuggled against her resting my head against her belly. I could hear her breathing and her heart beat returning to normal. At that point I figured she needed to climax again, so I kissed her belly and, over her weak protests, slipped her beautiful clitoris in my mouth. I'm still amazed at how big it is. Almost immediately Tammy grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her bush. I kept licking her clit, rolling it around on my tongue, sucking it in and out as though it were a small penis. "Oooh, Godddd," she cried out she arched her back as another orgasm ripped through her body. "Stop, stop," she's yelling, "or I'm gonna pee." 




Learning From Tammy Ch. 02



I broke away from my attention to her clit and slipped one arm under her legs and the other around her back and took Tammy into the shower. I stood her up and as she wrapped her arms around my neck, reached down and started rubbing her clitoris. "Pee'" I said, "go ahead pee when you come." I kissed her and again our tongues were exploring and probing. Tammy started sucking on my bottom lip as her body began to tense up. She arched her back as she now hung from my shoulders as another orgasm pulsed through her body. Within just a second of her climax starting, a warm stream of urine started shooting onto my hand and down our legs. Her climax seemed to last the entire time she was peeing. Finally, when she was done, Tammy's legs gave out and we collapsed into the puddle of yellow liquid, slowly making its way down the drain. Tammy whispered, "Oh my God; that was incredible." After holding her in my arms until she gained her strength, we stood up and rinsed off under the shower.

After we rinsed off, I wrapped towels around us and carried Tammy into the bedroom. Still exhausted, she lay recovering on the bed. I kissed her softly on the lips and watched as she closed her eyes. I hung up my towel in the bathroom, and went into the kitchen naked. To be helpful, I started loading the dishwasher. After it was loaded, I filled the soap cups and ran the hot water for a minute, and then turned on the dishwasher. It quietly surged away in its monotonous tone as the water slashed inside the machine. I started on the pot from the Mexican rice and the fry pan from the fajitas. As I was putting the pan in the sink, the hot water from the faucet landed on the ridge between the two sink bowls and splashed on my stomach and groin. Figuring I better take precautions to keep from burning myself further, I grabbed an apron that Tammy had hooked on the pantry door. Of course it was adjusted for Tammy's height and the tie was more than halfway up my back, but it kept me from splashing myself with hot water.

As I was washing the frying pan, Tammy came up behind me and slipped her hands inside the apron and onto my nipples. "What is this we have here? A French maid bare-assed in front of me," she teased. "Lover, take a couple of steps back and bend over slightly for me," as she gently pulled my hips back. "I think you need this, and I definitely need it too." I looked back, under my arm and saw she had a strap-on belted in place, but this one was longer, probably 8 or 9 inches, and it curved up like a man cock does when it is erect. Tammy had already coated the new toy with lubricant, and she took some of the lubricant foam, strawberry scented this time, and massaged my rose bud with it. Since I was relaxed and really wanted this, she was able to slip 3 fingers right in to my butt. "I was right, you do need this don't you?" she murmured. After just a few strokes she removed her fingers and placed the head of her new toy against my hole. There was a little resistance at first, but I relaxed and she slid right in. Tammy pulled on my hips as she pressed her tits against my back. "Does this feel nice for you, sweetie," she asked. Slowly she started pumping her girl cock into my ass. Each stroke was getting deeper. "Let me know if it hurts honey, and I'll slow down until you get used to the new length. But you should know that I plan on fucking that beautiful ass of yours until I come again." She was pushing deeper, and I felt a bit of pain on each stroke as my insides uncoiled and stretched on each stroke. I bit my lip as I took her repeated thrusts deep into my ass. After a few minutes my bowls seemed to relax further and things continued without pain. In fact I was actually getting into this as I pushed back to meet her thrusts. I could hear Tammy moaning, and so I knew that she had a dildo in her pussy and the clitoris stimulator in place inside her harness. 

"Fuck me, Tammy, fuck me harder. Make me your bedroom bitch for life. Show me you love me. Fuck me, fuck me," I kept encouraging her. Thrusting and thrusting, Tammy was pounding away at my ass. She'd vary the strokes, so it was always pleasurable. Slow to fast, deep to shallow. At one point she was completely pulling out then, before my ass hole would close, she'd plow right back in. That stretching and closing was probably the most enjoyable part for me. Of course, one of the best parts of getting fucked in the ass for me is the intense pressure placed on my prostate. I reached down with my right hand and started masturbating as Tammy fucked my ass. I can just imagine how this looks, wearing an apron, half leaning over the kitchen sink, jerking off and getting plugged in the ass by my girlfriend, but it feels great believe me. Tammy's grunting on every thrust like a tennis player returning a serve; then there's a loud slap. What was that - then the pain reaches my brain. And another slap; and I realize that Tammy's smacking my ass on about every third stroke. That's all I needed at that point and I cruised over into orgasm land as I shot my load all over the front of Tammy's kitchen cabinets by the sink. Tammy followed right after me and had quite a strong orgasm, considering the earlier festivities. She was grunting through the entire climax, and kept on pounding my ass telling me "Yeah, bitch, take that cock! Take it, show me that you like it!" I yelled my encouragement back at her, "Fuck me harder, show me you love me, fuck my ass good. Make me your bitch!" 

As Tammy finished her orgasm, she collapsed to her knees and I collapsed onto the sink. I slid down the front of the cabinet so that I was sitting on the floor in the puddle of my on cum next to Tammy, who was panting and out of breath. "That was nice," I said. "Was it nice for you as well?" Tammy looked me straight in the eye and slapped me across my face, "Did I tell you that is was OK to masturbate? Did I tell you it was OK to even cum?" She was obviously angry with me, and I wasn't sure why. 

"I thought from last week's adventure that it was OK." 

"Last weekend, I told you when you could masturbate, I allowed you to cum when I wanted you to cum. You need to understand that I'm in control when it comes to our sex lives," she barked. Pointing to the cum on the cabinet, "Clean this mess up. I'm going to bed." Tammy got up and went to the bathroom; I heard the shower run for a short time and then stop. I just sat there for several more minutes in total disbelief. What just happened? 

Everything seemed so hot, so exciting, my ego is floating, I made her cum time after time; and then I'm lower than dog meat. Slowly, I gather myself up and take some paper towels and clean up the mess. I wiped down the front of the cabinet and finish the rinsing the fry pan. I head off to the bathroom, only to find the door locked; so I go to the end of the hall and find the bedroom door also locked. Tammy went through the connector to the master bedroom and has locked both doors. Hurt and frustrated, I head off to the kitchen and used some paper towels to wipe myself off. 

In the living room, I gather my clothes, dress and quietly leave. The drive home is a frustrating mix of emotions. Fuck her, I'm thinking to myself. Who the hell does she think she is? Never hurt me she says, and then she does this crap. But she is the only person who's ever made me feel this good, this desirable, but after tonight what am I supposed to think. Who is this woman I'm involved with? Fuck her, damn it! Fuck her!



Learning From Tammy Ch. 03



This is a continuation of the story of my relationship with Tammy.  If you haven't read the previous chapters, then you may wish to do so to become familiar with the characters in the story.  I hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter 3 - The Apology

When I got home I turned off the ringer for my telephone. I spent Saturday moping around the house frustrated and confused over the events of night before. Did she want me to argue back? Was she testing whether I would get violent? Or, was she lying and really is into discipline? Were the next steps bondage, whips and dominance? Or did I just screw up her plan for a really nice orgasm for me after she was done? The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I got. Turning off the ringer on the phone made no difference as the caller ID box showed that no one called me on Saturday any way. After watching an old movie that evening, I went to bed about 10:30 PM. Surprisingly, I dosed off easily and slept well.

As I slept, I had the most wonderful dream. A woman was sucking my dick. She was pretty much nondescript as all I could see of her in the dream was the hair on the top of her head, but she had a mouth like velvet. Wet, soft, sucking, then licking, and then sucking again. She started sucking my cock from a flaccid state, but I was quickly rising to the task, my dick growing in her mouth. Quickly, I found myself highly aroused, breathing heavy and thoroughly enjoying myself. Almost as quickly, I realized I was going to cum. I awoke with a start as I exploded in orgasm, just as someone would who is sound asleep and realizes they have to pee in the middle of the night. 

Sitting upright, I realized that this wasn't a dream - a woman was sucking my cock. Fireworks were going off in my head as she kept sucking me after I climaxed, I started to twitch from the intense pleasure being applied to my cock, which is always real sensitive after I cum. Clearing my head I could smell booze and cigarettes, and I finally could make out that it was Tammy sucking on my cock. "Stop, you have to stop! I can't take this, it's too sensitive," I heard myself say in a scratchy, waking up voice. "Stop, please, this is too much," I was pushing on her shoulders trying to push her away. 

"Cum for me again," she said, barely taking her lips off my dick. "Cum for me again!" In that instant as she continued to suck and lick the tip of my dick I went over the edge and felt the waves of an orgasm overtake me again. My head exploded like the forth of July, I couldn't hear anything except my own heart beat pounding in my ears. 

I think I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember was waking up with Tammy snuggling next to me with her head resting on my chest. I so desperately needed to pee, but I didn't want to disturb her; but she must have realized my need and rolled off me. I bolted for the bathroom, where I had to sit on the toilet because my legs were that weak. When I peed, it seemed like I peed a gallon, and it started with a rush, like the one that comes as the semen flows through your dick when you climax. After flushing the toilet, I went back to bed. Tammy had turned on the night-light in the base of the bedside lamp. Glancing at the alarm clock I noticed it was 3:35 in the morning. I lay back on the bed next to where Tammy was sitting, propping myself up with two pillows.

Tammy started first, "I'm sorry for the way I treated you last night; well Friday night now, I guess. The whole time we were riding around in the limo - which real nice, by the way, thank you for arranging that - I kept thinking what a bitch I was to you." I started to speak. "Wait, let me finish," Tammy interrupted, "I had an idea in my mind how I wanted the evening to go, and I wasn't flexible and I didn't compromise. I wanted you to be hot and bothered all evening, and then I wanted to give you a blow job in bed before we slept and bring you off in a multiple orgasm right after, like I did tonight."

"But I could have cum again," I said quietly.

"Yeah, but it wouldn't have been the same, I needed you so hot and bothered that you could hardly stand it for the multiple orgasm thing to work. I read about it on the Internet, most men can have multiple orgasms if they are really horny enough and the woman times the second one just right; you usually need to do it orally, because your dick will get soft after the first one so you can't do it by fucking. Any way, it was my fault," she continued in run-on sentences, "I should have known by how much you like me to fuck your ass that you wouldn't be able to hold back."

"Yeah, but you slapped my ass, which didn't actually hurt, but was enough mix of pain with pleasure to send me over the edge."

"Yeah, but I was trying to get your attention; you were lost in la-la land, and I wanted you to stop playing with yourself," Tammy explained.

"Tammy, this is all real nice that you had such wonderful intentions, but you slapped me across the face, left me humiliated in the kitchen telling me to clean up the mess, and then you locked me out of the bathroom and bedroom. What was I supposed to think?" Studying her face trying to interpret what she was feeling as I continued, "Tammy, I trusted you; I was a willing partner in surrendering myself to your pleasure. And in doing so, I learned some new, exciting things about myself. When you do what you did to me the other night, it makes me feel like a piece of meat, or a mechanical contraption, that's just here to satisfy you. It's as though the oral sex, the toe sucking, the G-spot massage, the peeing climax had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with you." 

I looked into her eyes as I continued; "Yes I'm willing to surrender myself to your pleasure. But you aren't the only one looking on the Internet for ways to satisfy your lover. Tammy, I'm not just looking for sex; I'm also looking for a partner who appreciates me, and the things I can offer to the relationship. You told me it would take a special man to be with you. If you're looking for a partner, a willing and mildly submissive partner, then I think I can be that person for you. Lord knows; we seem to have some great chemistry between us. But if your idea of submissive means me getting slapped around, then we're done now. I'll never hit you back. In fact, I'll never hit any woman I'm in a relationship with. But I won't tolerate abuse either, no matter how good the sex is. So now the ball is in your court; you tell me where things are going and maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle, or maybe we just go our separate ways."

Tammy straddled my hips, sitting on my lap facing me. "Greg, I made a mistake, and I'm asking you to forgive me. I felt bad almost right away, and was cursing myself in the shower after. But I was too embarrassed to come to you then. I really thought you would sleep on the sofa, but when I came out a little while later and found you'd gone home, I really thought I'd blown it. I actually thought I'd killed the relationship, but when I saw the limo pull up in front of the salon, and all the girls and the customers who were still there saw the uniformed driver get out and open the door for us, I knew you were a classy guy. And I knew we could talk about what happened. So after a few drinks, I got to thinking on how can I show you how sorry I am, and I remembered the key you gave me? So I had the limo driver drop me off here as his last stop instead of at home, and I let myself in, and you know the rest."

"Greg, I'm really sorry. You are right - what I did was disrespectful and abusive. I won't ever do it again. And I do appreciate your ministrations to my needs. I've never known a man who knew where the G-spot was, let alone know how to pleasure a woman there. And the toe sucking was exquisite; no man has done that for me before. Actually I should have stopped you sooner but I was being greedy enjoying your efforts and my orgasms. By the time I got around to strapping on my new dildo, I wasn't really horny anymore. I knew I could climax while fucking your ass, but I also knew it would take a long time. I was very surprised, and actually kind of pleased as I reflected back on it afterward, that you were able to take me for so long. I think I screwed your ass for almost 30 minutes before I finally got off." 

Tammy paused, "But I need to tell you that I am possessive about you and your pleasure. I want to be the one bringing you off. I don't want you to feel you need to masturbate when I'm available for you. Do you masturbate often," Tammy asked?

"Well, before I met you, that was my only source of relief. And I did jerk off on Monday evening while fantasizing about you," I replied. "Did you know that jerking off fantasizing about you is better than real sex was with my ex?"

Tammy smiled as she blushed, "OK, that's nice, but if it is possible, I'd like you to stop doing that between the times when we are together. I want you to fill my holes with your spunk, I want you to cum for me." Tammy took hold of my soft dick and started playing with it, "Yeah, there will be times, like last Saturday night, where I ask you to jerk off as part of a fantasy that we're acting out, but unless were away from each other for several days because you are traveling for work, I'd like you to not masturbate. And even when you have to travel, big trips we'll know about in advance, and I'll try to make certain you're well drained before you leave." "Do you have any lube here," Tammy asked, as my dick was rapidly stiffening in response to her massaging hands? 

"In the drawer of the nightstand," I replied pointing over my right shoulder.

"Just relax," Tammy said, as she reached over to the nightstand for the KY. Squirting out a dab, she began stroking my cock with the KY. She reached underneath and rubbed her ass for a minute. Then she slid toward my chest and lowered herself, her tight ass, onto my cock. 

"Oh, damn that's nice," was all I could say as Tammy bent down to kiss my lips.



Learning From Tammy Ch. 04



This is a continuation of the story of my relationship with Tammy. If you haven't read the previous chapters, then you may wish to do so to become familiar with the characters in the story. I hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter 4 - Fun in Madison

Tammy slowly fucked my hard cock with her ass as we kissed each other passionately. After a short while, we changed positions and Tammy had me fuck her ass from behind as she lay on the bed with her hips propped up on a couple of pillows. This was the first time Tammy ever let me really control the thrusts during our lovemaking - up until now she was always on top. Maybe it was her way of showing me she was truly sorry, and even though I should have jackhammer'd her ass for all of the B.S. the other night, I didn't take advantage of the situation. I went slow and took my time, reaching down to rub her clitoris as I made love to her ass. I tried to time my climax to match hers, but she came a minute or two before me. Clenching her abdominal muscles during her orgasm was all I needed to push me over the edge and I exploded deep in her tight ass, collapsing on top of her. 

Satisfied, my softening cock slipped out of her ass. Tammy went to sleep right there, sideways across the bed with the pillow under her hips. I grabbed another pillow and lay beside her as I pulled the sheet over top of us and dozed off. 

The morning light bought loving kisses and, after using a washcloth to clean my dick, another fantastic blow job from Tammy. I tried to get her on top of me in a 69, but she said she wanted to wait. Before Tammy's jaw started to ache, I asked her to stop; as good as it felt, I didn't think I was going to cum any time soon. I was pretty well satiated from the wee hours of the morning. 

Tammy whipped up some bacon and scrambled eggs while I took a shower. I told her about needing to drive down to Madison that afternoon for a meeting on Monday, and I asked her if she wanted to come along. It didn't take much convincing for her to agree to go after I told her about the hotel room I reserved. Her only caveat to the trip being that I had to have her back in Woodbury by 10 o'clock Tuesday morning so she could go to work. I assured her that we would be home on Monday evening. We both agreed that the 4½ hour ride down the interstate would give us the opportunity to talk and get to know one another better. After breakfast, I drove Tammy over to the salon so she could pick up her car. 

I kissed her goodbye as she started to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Pick you up at 1:30, OK?" She nodded. I grabbed her hand as she was getting out, "bring some of your toys, and some bath oil beads if you have them." She smiled a coy little smile.

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During the drive down to Madison we talked about the usual things new couples talk about - favorite movies, favorite books, favorite restaurants, worst restaurants, TV, sports teams, bands, music styles, etc. It seemed to me that we were really compatible in a lot of ways. At one point during the drive I reached over and put my hand on Tammy's thigh. She caught her breath as I did so, and it was obvious, even through her jeans, that she got goose bumps from my touch. I gently ran my hand up and down her thigh, occasionally rubbing the crotch of her jeans. We were starting to talk dirty and I was telling her about all the things I'd like to do to her when we got to the hotel. First a nice bath and massage, while enjoying the bubbles in the large Jacuzzi tub in the room. Then maybe a tour of some of her new toys, which seemed to get Tammy, really fired up.

Tammy caressed my hand and asked me if I ever had a blowjob while on the highway. In fact, I had, and I told Tammy about when I lived down in New Orleans; the blowjob in question occurred while crossing the 24-mile Lake Ponchartrain causeway. I was seeing this randy sweetheart from Covington, who really enjoyed two things, dancing and sucking cocks. Any way, I told Tammy how this woman and I had gone dancing at one of the clubs in the French Quarter, and this girl had gotten all lathered up. During the ride home to Covington, she started rubbing on me even before we got to the tollbooth. After I paid the attendant, I wasn't 30-feet away from the booth when she unzipped my pants and whipped out my dick. I can imagine it smelled pretty sweaty as we had been dancing for couple hours and I needed a shower, but she started bobbing her head up and down, coming up every once in a while to see the mile marker so she'd know how much time she had left. She was good enough that I wouldn't last 5 minutes if she worked at it, but she just worked me up to the brink, and then eased off, in a repeated cycle until we got to the mile maker indicating we had three miles to the north end of the causeway. At that point she really went to work on my cock and with about ½-mile left to go, I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, and what she couldn't she licked off her hand after wiping her cheek and chin. For me, I almost lost control of the car during the orgasm.

"Why didn't you stay with her," Tammy asked?

"I don't know why she left, but she picked up and moved back to Texas. At least that's what her neighbor told me. No forwarding address, nothing, so I had no way to get hold of her," I replied.

"According to the sign we just passed, it is 27 miles to Tomah. I'll bet I can suck your cock and keep you from cumming at least that long," she teased.

"OK, bet. But what's in it for the winner," I asked playfully?

"The winner gets to try out all the new toys I brought on the loser tonight at the hotel. How's that," she chimed back?

"Ok," I said, "but be ready to put everything back together down there if I see a State Trooper. I don't want to spend the night in jail. By the way, how are we defining the winner?"

"I give you a blowjob from here until you cum. If that happens before we pass Tomah, you win; but if you don't come until after we pass Tomah, then you are mine tonight at the hotel. Deal?"

"Deal," I said, half way hoping Tammy would win because she obviously had something good cooked up.

Tammy grabbed some tissues out of the box I had in the back seat just in case, then she unbuckled and unzipped my jeans. I scooched up a little so she could slide them down just a bit, yet still be able to make things look normal if we got pulled over by the police. When she took my cock into her mouth it felt incredible. It was all I could do not to just put my head back and enjoy the action, but even with the cruise control on; I couldn't drive with my eyes closed. Tammy sucked and nibbled and pulled on my cock until I was ready to explode, but knew just when to ease off and bring me back to something close to normal. At first I thought there's no way I'm gonna last 5-miles, let alone 25-miles, but I should have known better. The woman is in complete control in this situation, and if she wants, she can hold a guy off all day. We got a few toots from truckers passing by, and one trucker drove beside us for about three miles with his wife/girlfriend staring out the window into the Jeep as Tammy worked her magic. We were way past Tomah when Tammy finally let me cum. My cock was gushing and gushing. Tammy just kept swallowing. To me it seemed like a pint, though I know it's nowhere near that much. 

As Tammy put everything back in place and zipped up my pants she whispered, "Well, a deals a deal, I guess your mine tonight."

"I wouldn't mind if I was yours every night," I whispered back.

A few miles down the road a Wisconsin State Trooper came flying up from behind us. He pulled up along side of us for about 30 seconds, looked over at us, and then continued south at a high rate of speed. "I guess he heard the truckers talking on the CB and is looking for a little cock sucker," Tammy said, "but it was worth the risk, and it was fun too." "Of course," she continued, "he didn't suspect us because you don't have a little cock. In fact, your cock is just the perfect size for me, you know." I just smiled.

When we got to the hotel, we checked in and went straight to the room. Tammy headed into the bathroom while I went about hanging up my business attire for tomorrow. I could see Tammy through the glass divider that separated the huge oval tub from the rest of the hotel room. She needed to pee pretty badly, but didn't want me to stop along the interstate in a rest area because, as she put it, "those places aren't clean."

When she came out of the bathroom she walked over to the pullout sofa in the living room area. She motioned to me and said, "Come sit with me and I'll show you the toys I brought for us. Then we'll go find something for an early dinner. Afterward we'll come back here to play."

She set a medium sized sports bag on the coffee table and opened the zipper. The first item she pulled out was the scented lube; I was already familiar with it. Next she pulled out her strap-on harness with the new dildo in it that she had used on me the other night. Then she pulled out a chrome colored, egg shaped vibrator. It had a short cord and a small control box. Next from her bag of toys was a double dong. It must have been 18 inches long; it was very flexible but also rather thick at either end. I was a little nervous and mentioned it to Tammy. "That's kind of thick isn't it? I'm willing to try almost anything if it pleasures you, babe, but I think you're gonna rip me open with that thing," I said in a quiet tone.

"I thought it might be a little thick also, so I bought this as well," she said reaching into the sports bag again. This time she pulled out a butt plug. It had the usual taper of butt plugs I've seen on the Internet, and it appeared to be about 5 inches long, and at it widest point almost as thick as the double dong. Finally, she pulled out another harness - all leather - with a pouch in the front for my cock and balls, and a strap that is designed to run up the back in the crack of my ass, sort of like a leather g-string.

"I thought we could go to dinner with our harnesses on," Tammy continued. "I'll take the external dildo off mine and wear it with the vaginal dildo and clit tickler attached on the inside. I want you to go with your new butt plug in place. The harness will keep it from slipping out of your ass."

"You may want to go use the bathroom before we continue," she said, "with the butt plug in place you may not be able to pass gas, and if you're full then things may get a mite uncomfortable." Tammy reached down and pulled off my Rockport's and said, "Stand up now." As I did she unhooked my belt and jeans, which she then pushed to the floor. I stepped out of them as she was pushing down my underwear. Gently smacking my ass she told me to "get going," as she pointed toward the bathroom. With a warm feeling of excitement and a bit of trepidation in my belly over the upcoming events, I headed off to the bathroom.

As I sat on the toilet, I could see Tammy strip off her jeans and panties. She unhooked her girlie dick from her strap-on harness and set it in the sport bag. Then she took the rest of the harness and slipped it on, carefully inserting the inner dildo into her vagina. Then she slipped her jeans back on and buckled them up. As she was moving around the room getting things ready for me, I could see how aroused she was becoming from the combination of the dildo and the clitoral stimulator in her harness. She kept rubbing her pussy through her jeans. "Hey," I called out, "if I can't play with myself, then neither can you." She turned her head towards me and gave me a funny grin, then stuck her tongue out in mock defiance.

I finished up my business, wiped real well, and headed out to the bedroom. Still wearing my shirt and socks, otherwise I was naked. Tammy walked up to me and gave me a big passionate kiss. "Kneel on the bed for me, sweetie," she said, and I did as I was told. "I brought some KY jelly with me because I thought the heat generated by the scented lube might be too much in the restaurant." I heard the snap of a rubber glove. "I also brought a surgical glove so I don't have to mess with my nails before we go to dinner," she said softly. As I looked back I could see Tammy put some KY on the glove. My ass hole puckered as she slipped a gloved finger in. "The KY's a little cold isn't it, I'm sorry," she said. Then she reached underneath and grabbed my cock. As she started stroking it she said, "I'm going to play with you to get you to relax, but I don't want you to cum, OK" 

"Ooo, OK," I replied with a shudder.

As I relaxed, Tammy got three fingers sliding in and out of my ass. She then started using the dildo that she disconnected from her strap-on. She was reaming my ass pretty good with it when she stopped playing with my cock. I was having a hard time with this as I wanted to just slip off in an orgasm, but remembering what she asked, I started thinking about things from work to try to get my mind off the excitement I was feeling. Tammy pulled out the dildo and paused for just a second, then there was pressure and a bit of pain, and almost like a popping sound as she slipped the butt plug into my ass. The shock of the sudden entrance past my anal sphincter took me by surprise. "Stay there while I get a washcloth to clean you up," she said walking toward the bathroom. I could hear her taking the rubber glove off. Then she was back with a warm washcloth wiping all around my ass.

"If it was that much effort to put in, how will we get it out," I asked.

"At the sex shop the girl told me if we can't get it to slide out after you relax a bit and get used to it, then just some downward pressure from you, like when your taking a crap, will cause it to pop out." She answered.

"Ok, then how do we keep it in if I get relaxed during dinner? I mean I don't want it to show through my jeans and look like I have a load in my pants"

Tammy laughed out loud. "That's where the harness comes in, silly. The rear strap goes through a clip here," pushing on the butt plug, "and holds it all in place. Ok, after all that excitement and pressure inside, do you think you need to pee? Cause once I put the harness on you, it's sort of like a little chastity belt; you won't be able to just whip it out and go, you'll have to wait until we get back here. Besides, I'd really like you to wear the harness for a while even after we get back here so you don't tighten up. I have something special planned with the double dong."

Figuring I don't want any more pressure than necessary, I went in to the bathroom as instructed. Surprisingly, I was able to pee quite a bit. When I came back into the bedroom, Tammy had my new harness all ready for me. She put the leather pouch in place, making certain all my genitalia were in their proper place. Once this was done, she had me hold the pouch in place while she first adjusted and buckled the waist strap, and attached the rear strap to the bottom of the pouch and to the rear of the waist strap. With everything in place and secure, I felt once again that my ass must look really sexy, cheeks divided, just like when I wore the underwear with the elastic strip. I glanced over my shoulder into the mirror and sure enough, the ½ inch wide strap, cinched in place, really divided my ass cheeks. I could just make out the end of the butt plug from this angle. I could also see Tammy's reflection smiling as she admired her handiwork.

"OK, handsome, put your jeans and shoes on and let's go eat something." I got dressed and was sitting down to tie my shoes when I winced - something was pinching my balls. Tammy saw this and asked me if everything was OK. I told her what was happening and she helped me unhook my jeans. She put everything back in place and adjusted the straps again. Once dressed, I felt much more secure, and was able to stand, sit and move around without pain. "I do feel full, but I'm not uncomfortable," I said.

"That's good, honey," Tammy murmured, "Umm boy, you ass really looks good in those Carhart jeans; the harness kind of spreads your cheeks apart, and the center seam of your jeans is just riding nice on the strap in the harness. Any of the women who check you out at the restaurant will be wanting you tonight."

"What restaurant did you have in mind," I asked as we closed the hotel room door behind us.

"I thought we could go to that Chili's passed when we got off the interstate. It looked busy. We could get a drink before dinner. See, I want you to stand next to me at the bar while I sit on a barstool. I want to show you off to any of the college girls or single women who might be in the bar," Tammy giggled. But I had my suspicions that she was dead serious, and I better not screw up her plan.