0 comments/ 40615 views/ 1 favorites Tammy Sluts It Ch. 1 By: jamespatrick2001 Written for Tammy in the USA, this is my attempt at writing with ‘an American voice’. Let me know if you think it works. Or if it doesn’t. ***** Tammy had her ‘needs’. Everyone has their ‘needs’, but Tammy’s were more specific. Now, she was a loving wife, kept her house spotless and always had meals on the table on time but there was more that Tammy needed. Tammy got a pussy itch all the time and whenever Tammy got that pussy itch she had to get it scratched. In college she’d gotten herself a name as a slut. Tammy didn’t mind, she knew she was a slut. She loved being a slut. She loved a cock in her pussy, or in her mouth or even in her ass. The guy had to be pretty good looking, but she’d never call herself fussy when it came to getting laid. She wore her skirts short and her tops tight and loved the looks she earned from the guys. Pushing her big tits out always get the guys drooling, and bending over showing her ass would get them rared up. At 21 she started dating Jay. And, miracle of miracles, the sleeping around stopped. He was handsome, bright and adored her - and she basked in the glow of it all. She missed the extra cocks but she figured that she’d get used to it. Maybe, she thought to herself, it was part of getting ‘all mature’. When her pussy itch came, she tried to ease it by sliding up and down on Jay’s hard cock. That always eased it some, but never all the way. Jay liked to her to show her body off anyhow, so that kinda helped. When she’d ask: “Hun, can you see my ass cheeks in this?” He’d say: “Not enough, darlin’” so she’d put something shorter on. He loved her big tits, with the dark brown aureole and always got her to wear lo-cut tops that didn’t leave much to the imagination. In a small town like Fairfax people talk. She may have lost the reputation as a slut, but folk now called her a tease. Some of the guys preferred her when she was a slut and some of them liked her more, coz they weren’t brave enough to do anything more than looking. The women? They just hated her either way, all they thought now was that at least teasin’ Tammy wouldn’t be taking their husbands off them. Jay was nice and dirty, which she loved. She could kinda indulge the slut in her that way. Her big brown nipples he got pierced (boy, did they have to go way out of town for that one!) and she loved having a chain pulled between her breasts. Later, he got her to get her pussy pierced and she really loved that! She loved being led around by her neatly trimmed cunt like some kinda slave. It made her feel like a whore and that’s just how she wanted to feel. Tammy and Jay got married. They’d been dating for a year and a half and it sort of seemed the right thing to do. Maybe Tammy though that marriage would finally cure that pussy itch, which she noticed was more regular than it had been for a good long while. Maybe the wedding ring would ease the tingle between her thighs. Of course, maybe it wouldn’t. And it didn’t. It didn’t ease it one little bit. She loved Jay to bits, she adored him, but sometimes when she was flashing her tight little panties to some hunk in a bar she’d feel her pussy juice up more than maybe it should have done. Then when they’d get home and fuck – the more she flashed, the more they fucked, it was a real equation – she’d imagine that it was the stud she’d flashed who was driving his hard cock into her sweet, hot pussy instead of Jay. When she thought those thing,s she’d cum quicker and harder than usual and her husband would shoot her strange looks. He wouldn’t ask her what had made her so horny. She wanted him to ask, but she wasn’t sure if she had the courage to tell him. Then one hot summer night they were out in a bar in the next town. Tammy wore a tight, thin dress, her tan heightened by the white of the material. She had a tiny crotch-hugging thong on that made her cunt even wetter than normal. The front of the bar was open and they sat nearby to catch what little breeze there was. The waitress had just deposited a couple of cold ones on their table, when Tammy saw him. She couldn’t really remember afterwards just exactly what it was that made him stand out. Sure, he was real good looking but so was Jay. There was just something about him. Maybe it was just the heat, maybe it was how tight her panties were, but she really needed his cock inside her right there and then. The guy and his friends came and sat at a table maybe ten feet away. Luck was on Tammy’s side coz he sat right opposite her. She saw him look admiringly at her. “Hun, mind if I give the guys at that table over there a bit of show?” Jay smiled. “Sure, sweetheart. Anything you say. Be careful, though, some of the guys from work come here on a Friday night and we don’t want the story of how you flash your pussy in bars doing the rounds, now do we? Now, if Tammy told the truth she would have loved nothing more than knowing that her pussy flashing was the talk of the town, but she didn’t want to hurt Jay’s feelings by saying so. As far as he knew the flashing at other men was just a dirty little secret that got her hotter than hell when they came to fucking as soon as they got through the porch door at home. “I will, hun, don’t you worry” Just to make it look accidental, she let her purse fall to the floor. As she bent forward to rescue it she lets her thighs slip apart. She fiddled with the clasp and the purse opened and a couple of items spilled out. As she retrieved them she let her legs open a little further. The items safely back in, she straightened her back - making sure she made eye contact with him on the way up. It worked. She had his undivided attention already. His eyes dropped to the spot between her legs. It was real comical to see how his eyes popped when he realised what an unrestricted view he had. She saw him make a move to alert his buddies to the show, but a quick shake of her head stopped him in his tracks. Straight off he cottoned on that the show was for him and him alone. His brow furrowed as he tried to work out why. Tammy let her thighs drift further apart. The guy stopped thinking and started to concentrate on looking. He had beautiful eyes. She wished she could see if he was hard. She hadn’t felt so horny in a good while. Even though the bar was smoky and the air was tinged with the cooking of ribs, Tammy could smell herself. She wanted him to see her cunt. Since she had married she hadn’t shown her bare cunt to a man besides her husband. She knew she would do it now. Out in the street, directly in front of them a car had broken down. Jay was watching as a couple of men lifted the hood and peered down, scratching their heads. The guy at the table across the way didn’t glance at the car at all, he had his attention firmly fixed elsewhere. Jay was shaking his head in disbelief. “Hun, those guys couldn’t tell an engine from shit! I’m going go out and see what I can do for them. You don’t mind?” Tammy couldn’t keep the slut inside at bay any longer. “Sure, hun, no problem at all. Take as long as it takes.” Jay drained his beer and sauntered out into the road, confident that he could save the day. No sooner had his feet hit the sidewalk, Tammy had turned back to her admirer. His eyes hadn’t strayed for her pussy for a second. With her husband safely out of the way, she smiled at him and let her hand fall into her lap. For a second the guy thought that maybe the show was over for the day and his eyes showed a hint of disappointment. Tammy caught the edge of her thong and slowly eased it across her crotch. She felt the air on her pussy. She could see the mingled shock and delight on his face. With her other hand she teased her lips apart, glorying the view she knew he was getting. Nobody else could see and she could hear Jay in the street offering his suggestions to the driver of the car. In her heart, Tammy knew that showing her cunt wasn’t going to be enough. Hell, even if she fingered herself to orgasm, that wouldn’t be enough either. Tammy needed him inside her now. The pussy itch, the cunt itch that she’d fought so hard to overcome, washed over her. She couldn’t sit there, finger rubbing her clit, all night. Someone else just had to see if she wasn’t careful. Even though that was what she wanted, she couldn’t risk Jay getting all riled up about the guys at work. She took her hand away from her pussy. The guy raised his eyebrow quizzically. She held a hand up and mouthed the words ‘stay there’ to him. He nodded. Tammy stood, grabbed her purse and sauntered out into the hot night air. “Honey?” Jay glanced up. His fingers were already greasy from the engine. “You ok, sweetheart? Left you alone too long?” She shook her head. “Nah, hun, s’okay. I wanted to tell ya I saw Shell…ya know, Shell from Rayner’s, ‘member? She out back, I thought maybe I’d go say hi.” “Sure hun, this’ll take a bit of time, anyway.” She pecked him on the cheek and tottered back into the bar on her high heels, her ass wiggling seductively as she walked. The guy was looking at her, head to one side, wondering what would come next. As she passed him she smiled and inclined her head towards the restroom. He grinned back at her. She raised one finger to indicate that he should give her a minute. With that she threaded her way through the tables on the way out to the back. He wasn’t long behind her. In the passageway was a half-open door. They went through it and entered a little courtyard piled with empty crates and boxes. She could smell jasmine and Bud. “What’s your name?” He asked, thinking maybe that a conventional chat-up line was needed. “Hun, pardon my French, but fuck names. D’ya wanna fuck me or not?” He whistled softly. “Jeez, you sure?” She nodded and pulled him to her. She freed his cock with an expertise that had taken years to acquire. He was hard, she didn’t want to suck him, but just feel him slide inside her. Tammy raised her leg and forced him down a little. He got the message that she wanted a stand-up fuck. Then he was inside her with one thrust. A nice tight fit, she could feel him against the neck of her womb. So hot was she that she came over his cock after only a couple of minutes. As he frantically pumped her, she could feel the cool of the brick wall against her ass. He came in a flood. Tammy would’ve thought he hadn’t cum in a month. When she had gotten her breath back she said: “Thanks, darlin’. I really needed that.” “Can I see you again?” He asked. Tammy shook her head and smiled. “Sorry, sweetheart, I have a husband to go back to.” Jay was standing in the doorway of the bar looking out onto the road. He turned to her with a satisfied grin. “That’s them taken care of. Now, I think it’s time to take you home to take care of you.” He patted her ass. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home.” In the heat of it all, Tammy hadn’t given it a thought, but now she knew that in twenty minutes or so she would be accepting her husband into her freshly-fucked pussy. He would know straight away, the instant he hitched up her dress, that she had taken a load of hot cum from a complete stranger. How the hell was she going to deal with that? To be continued Tammy Sluts It Ch. 2 Written for Tammy in the USA, this is my attempt at writing with ‘an American voice’. Let me know if you think it works. Or if it doesn’t. ***** As they drove back on the interstate, the night gathering above them, Jay was silent, staring contemplatively at the road ahead, tapping the wheel steadily with his index finger. After a while, Tammy turned to him, barely able to make out his features in the dark of the car. “You ok, hun?” She asked softly. Jay didn’t look at her, just stared ahead. Getting no answer from him she turned away and concentrated on the road as the big car ate up the miles. “How was Shell?” he asked as they pulled onto their drive. “Huh?” Tammy had forgotten her little lie. “Oh Shell? She was fine, hun. Just fine.” Jay nodded, but did not speak. She climbed out of the passenger seat, aware of her cum-flooded cunt, and shakily took her door keys from her purse. Jay followed her slowly, his hands dug deep in his jeans. “Come on, hun!” She smiled. “I need to take a shower. It sure was hot in there!” “It sure was.” Tammy couldn’t understand why he was acting all quiet and moody. That just wasn’t him. She felt a little panicky then, thinking that maybe he’d been able to smell the stranger’s cum on her, maybe her own juices were strong too. As she stood in the hall, she sniffed. Sure, she reeked of her cunt. Even with the windows wound down on the way home it was a certainty that he would have been able to catch the aroma. She thought that maybe she was in big trouble. If she could get to the shower and clean herself up maybe she would get away with it. If he asked later why she smelled so strong in the car, she could just say that she hadn’t cleaned herself up properly after they’d fucked when he’d gotten home from work and that flashing the table-full of guys at the bar had gotten it stirred up with her own pussy cream. It might work. It might not. She started out to the shower room, but Jay caught her wrist. “Hey, sweetheart, not so fast! You know what I need after you’ve been out pussy-flashing! I want some of that, girl.” Tammy felt her cheeks flush. She didn’t know what to say. She could claim a sudden headache, but there was no way Jay would believe that a little headache would put her off the cock she loved. Anyhow, even that chance was gone now. Jay pushed her gently against the wall. Even if he just slid straight up her, she knew that he would feel the stranger’s cum on his cock. She hadn’t a clue what to do about it. Her slut mind had gotten her into trouble again. Maybe divorce, maybe anything. My God! She thought, as Jay dropped to his knees. He’s going to go down on me! He’ll taste a stranger in my cunt. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Jay put his hands on her thighs and slid the flimsy dress upwards. His nose was level with her pussy and, remembering how hard she had come she on the guy’s cock and the load he had shot up, she knew what kind of a stench he would encounter down there. “Jay?” She began tentatively. “Yes hun?” He asked, not raising his head, eyes fixed on her cunt. She could see in her mind’s eye the way she pussy lips were glistening with her cunt juice and the guy’s cum, how the slime would be trailing out of her slut hole. “Oh, nothing, babe…nothing.” Jay grunted. “That’s right, sweetheart. Nothing.” With that she felt his warm breath on her naked cunt. She heard him inhale. She knew he knew. She froze, waiting for the storm. Jay began to lick her in long, slow movements. His tongue was on her clit, her cunt – despite her fears – responded. Despite herself, she pushed her cum-sloppy cunt hole onto his face. The whore in Tammy took over. What she wanted was her husband creaming her out, while another stranger rammed his huge cock up her gaping asshole. Then she wanted to suck the stranger clean of her ass and push her tongue into her husband’s open mouth. No matter that she was scared of what might happen, she couldn’t help her thoughts. Once a slut, always a slut and Tammy was a slut queen. A whore among whores. Jay left off from his cunt-licking and slowly stood up. She could see the mixed cum streaking his face. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. “Tammy, you know something? You taste kinda funny. I wonder why that it is?” She couldn’t speak; it was all she could to shake her head. He grabbed her legs and spread her further open, pulled her to him and, relieved that nothing had been said, she hitched herself around his waist. Like the stranger, jay rammed himself deep inside her in a single stroke. Once inside, he looked her in the eye for the first time since the bar. “I saw you, Tammy,” he said. “I saw that guy at the bar fucking your pussy. You were moaning like a dirty little whore. You couldn’t get enough cock, could you, you dirty little cunt?” Tammy was really shaking now. “I’m sorry, hun, I’m sorry. I don’t know why it happened. I didn’t mean to.” Jay began an insistent pounding of her cunt. Although she was scared, although she was sorry she could stop pictures of the stranger using her hole coming into her mind. As he fucked he, he said: “See, they all said it. ‘Now, don’t you marry that Tammy. She’s a whore, can’t get enough cock. Wouldn’t be surprised if she fucked all the guests at the wedding. The girl’s a slut, Jay, don’t have nothing to do with her’. I never paid no attention to ‘em. You know what I thought, Tammy? You know what I thought?” She shook her head. Jay smiled. “I’ll tell you what I thought. I thought, ‘I love my little Tammy. If my little Tammy wants a bit of extra cock action, who am I to stop her. That’s what I thought, Tammy.” Tammy looked at him in total shock. Still she couldn’t speak. “That’s right, sweetheart. Knew you was a slut when I married you. A wedding ring ain’t gonna change that now, is it?” By now he was sliding in and out of her at a more leisurely pace. His hand went to her cunt and he pushed four fingers in behind his cock. He slid them in and out a few times then pulled free. He raised them to her mouth. “Wanna see what he tastes like?” He pushed his fingers into her mouth. She sucked hungrily at them. She couldn’t help herself. She was a slut. “Like that, you little slut, huh?” He asked. “Like that, you little fuckin’ whore?” She couldn’t help herself. She nodded . “I thought you might. Jeez, Tammy you’re such a dirty little cunt! I bet you wish he was here now, don’t you?” Tammy was whimpering now. It wasn’t fear - it was lust. “That what you want, Tammy? Hey, that what you want?” She nodded. He built up the pace of his cock in her pussy again. “Say it, Tammy, say what you want?” She couldn’t help herself. “I wish he was here with us, fucking me with you. I wish he was in my ass while you were in my cunt. I want you both in my cunt at the same time. I can’t help it, Jay. I can’t help it. I’m a slut. I need cocks, I need them.” They were the most liberating sentences that Tammy had ever spoken in her whole life. Jay laughed. “Always knew you were a whore Tammy. Always knew you couldn’t keep that cunt of yours clean for very long. Know what, honey?” She shook her head. “I like you being a slut. You were born a slut and you’ll die a slut. And before you do, you’re going get yourself a whole lot of cock. You like that Tammy, you like thinking about all the cock you’re gonna get?” “Oh, fuck, yes! I love thinking about all the cock I’m going get. I fucking love it. I’m your little slut Jay, your little whore, your cunt.” “That’s good, Tammy, that’s real good. Ya know, I kinda like fucking you when you’re full of another man’s cum. It reminds of what you are. Know what? Just decided I’m going to get you as much cock as you can handle. You want ‘em one at a time or all together?” As she bounced on his cock, she screamed: “All together, Jay, I want them all together!” Images flashed through her head. “I want you to tie me to the bed, Jay. I want you to pin my cunt lips open, lube up my ass and bring twenty guys to use my holes.” “Then what?” Asked Jay, half laughing, half urgent. “Then I want you to spank my ass and tell me what a filthy slut I am. What a whore, what a cunt. Then I want you to fuck your hard cock into my stinking holes and fill me full of more cum. Then, Jay, then I want you to clean me up. Lick the filth out of my cunt and ass.” “Then what, sweetheart, then what?” She moaned as she came all over him. “Then, then I want you to go out and get me some more cock and do it all over again!” When she said that he spurted his hot cum deep into her already flooded pussy.” She sank back against the wall. “Hun?” She said. “Will you lick my pussy and kiss me. I really, really wanna taste the two of you.” Jay winked and dropped to his knees once more. He obliged, his tongue pushing hard into her gaping cunt. She heard him lap the combined juices of the three of them and came again, rubbing her pussy all across his face to make sure he got it all. Then he was back on his feet and he spat the mingled juices into her mouth. She swallowed enthusiastically and her tongue probed his mouth to search out the last remaining traces. “Oh, Jay, I’m such a dirty little slut,” she sighed. “I need this, I really need it.” She shot him an anxious, searching look. “Ya sure ya don’t mind? I mean, really don’t mind? I can’t help it, really I can’t.” Jay smiled. “I know honey. I always knew. Like the song says, welcome to your new life, it’s the same as the old one!” Tammy didn’t know what song he meant, but she got the drift of his meaning. He bent and picked up the thong her had torn from her earlier, put it to his nose and inhaled deeply. He shook his head in mock amazement. “That’s one hell of a dirty cunt you got on, hun.” He pulled her towards the lounge and stood by the waste basket. “Bin thinking. Thing is, sweetheart, you won’t be needing these again. A real slut don’t need panties, does she? They could interfere with her getting all the cock she needs. From now on, your pussy’s gonna be bare at all times. Think you can handle that?” “What about the guys at worked?” She asked. “Fuck the guys at work!” He laughed at that. “Hey, that’s maybe not a bad idea! Well, maybe one day. Think you can handle having a bare cunt at all times?” Tammy grinned broadly. “Oh God, Jay, I know I can handle that! You know I like to show it.” “Well, you’re gonna be showing it as much as like now. Just think of your bare cunt as a kind of advertising.” He laughed again. “And, sweetheart, you got one hell of an advertising campaign coming up!” She hugged and kissed him at that. “Tomorrow, you begin your slut life,” he said. “For tonight, you get your hot little ass upstairs. I want to get me some more of that dirty pussy!” To be continued Tammy Sluts It Ch. 3 Written for Tammy in the USA, this is my attempt at writing with 'an American voice'. Let me know if you think it works. Or if it doesn't. * * * * * In the morning, Tammy stretched lazily as she woke. She felt warm inside. That was some dream she had last night, she thought to herself. Then, as the memory of the night's events hit her, she jerked wide awake. She looked down her tanned body and saw the dried cum streaking her thighs, felt the rawness of her pussy lips. She looked across at Jay, he was snoring gently, one arm draped across his eyes. She lay back on her pillows and recalled the evening. OK, Jay had been fine about it last night, but how would he feel in the cold light of day? In spite of her worries, she couldn't help the moistness that began to tingle in her pussy. Her husband had seen her fuck anther man and he hadn't seemed to mind. Truth be told, he actually seemed to like it. He seemed to like it a lot. Her left hand snaked up to her nipple and she began to stroke. Her right hand slid down her stomach, between her legs and found her clit. It was already swollen. As her finger came into contact with it, she gave out a little moan. He had said that he wanted her to have as much cock as she could handle. In her mouth, in her cunt and in her ass. He'd said she should leave her panties off to advertise that she was a slut. He'd said he would clean her cunt and ass of other men's hot spunk. She began to rub her clit with a greater urgency as the memories came flooding in. She heard Jay stir beside her. Her finger was still at her cunt. She stopped her rubbing but left it there. She wasn't sure how he would react. Maybe someone had slipped something in his beer and it had driven him crazy for a few hours. What would he say now? "I see you're already awake, hun. And I see you're horny already." He threw his head back and laughed. "Jeez, sweetheart, didn't you get enough cock last night?" She looked at him, a hint of fear still in her eyes. "You don't mind, Jay, you really don't mind about…you know, the way I am?" His lips lightly brushed her forehead and he murmured softly: "Darlin', I told you I don't mind. Truth is, I was kinda worried that you'd been slutting it around behind my back already." She shook her head. "I wasn't, Jay, I really wasn't. Last night was the first time, I promise you." "Well, I'll have to take you word for it, hun. What counts is that I'm in on it now. Ya still in the mood to be a real slut, Tammy? You still want your cunt, mouth and ass stuffed with cock?" Tammy could only nod. Jay grinned broadly at her. "Well, now," he said as he slid between her thighs and pushed his stiff cock into her still sloppy pussy, "time for your first load of the day! I fill you full of cum and then we'll head off and find you some more. You want more cock today, Tammy baby?" She knew everything was gonna be okay. "Oh God," she moaned.!Jay, I want more cock. I want more cock!" As she spoke, she came for the first time of many that day. When he had emptied his balls into her receptive slit, she rose for the bed and headed for the shower. "No, hun," he said. "Ain't no sense in getting yourself all cleaned up if you're just gonna go out and get yourself all dirty again, is there?" Tammy couldn't walk around like that, so she got Jay to agree she could shower so long as she didn't wash her pussy. Tammy was quite happy with that arrangement. After they'd breakfasted, Tammy went back to the bedroom to dress. She saw that Jay had emptied the contents of her underwear drawer into the bin, and smiled. She wondered if he'd maybe gotten too carried away when he'd said last night about her having no need of panties any more. From the closet she picked a plain cotton, light blue dress and pulled it on over her head. In the mirror she checked out the way it clung to her and smirked at how it barely skimmed her ass. "Hun?" She called. "Is this okay?" Jay sauntered into the bedroom and surveyed his wife. "Well," he said, "it's a little on the long side but it will do for the first time. Need to get you used to it." Tammy smiled at the 'little on the long side' line as her husband continued: "I've booked us a motel room, in a place where no-one will know us. Can't have you slutting your holes round here, can we? Least not just yet." As they stepped out to the car, Tammy felt the warm breeze tug at the hem of her dress and gently kiss her lips but it didn't soothe Tammy's cunt itch. Only one thing could ease that. Driving along, Jay told her to lift her dress so that trucker's might see what a slut she was. "Am I going to fuck a trucker today, hun?" She asked excited. This was Slut Christmas as far as Tammy was concerned. Jay shrugged, his concentration torn between the road and his wife's smooth cunt. "Maybe on the way home, baby. I'll get you some cock for the motel first." His face creased with a wicked grin. "Know what, Tammy?" "What's that, sweets?" Asked Tammy, hoping he had another nasty idea. "Seeing as you're gonna be a real slut now, I think that we should get the word 'slut' or 'whore' tattooed on your cunt. How do you like that? Tammy exhaled deeply, still shocked at the complete change in her husband. Less than 24 hours ago he had been content to have her flash her pussy at strangers, now we wanted her to advertise her sluttiness with a tattooed cunt. "Jeez, honey, I like that fine, but…ya know, what if I have to got to the doctor's or something? Ya know, I could have, like, professional people seeing it." "Why not," Jay laughed. "If the doctor saw that it would make him realise he was gonna get himself some pussy! Just make sure it's a man doctor, unless you want to try a bit of pussy yourself!" Tammy hadn't really considered going with another woman before, but she realised that she wasn't against the idea per se. "Would you like me to go with another woman, Jay?" "I'd like that fine, Tammy, I'd like that fine!" "Would you like to join in, hun? I'd like you to join." "Sure would like that a lot." That was another thing she hadn't thought about before. That would mean him fucking other woman, and although she hardly had grounds for complaint, she wasn't really sure how she felt about that. She leaned forward and put the radio on, then settled back into the seat and closed her eyes, with her dress up around her waist and her cunt exposed to the Texas sun. An hour, or maybe two, later they pulled off the interstate and hit a little town that she didn't really know. It was much like their town, if a little bigger. "No-one knows us here, Tammy," said her husband. "We can have real good fun here." At the motel Jay paid a sour-faced old woman a week's rent in advance. "Case we need it again," he said winking at Tammy. The room was okay, nothing special and the slight seediness somehow added to the allure of their adventure. Jay threw a bag containing a couple of items on to the bed and said: "Okay, honey, it's time to get you someone to fuck." "Is it my choice or your choice?" She asked a little nervously. "Oh yours, Tammy, always yours." Then he grinned and added: "For the time being anyway! Come on, let's gat that sweet ass of yours moving!" As they went back out into the heat of the day, Tammy wondered how easy it would be to pick up a man when she was with her husband. She knew how easy it was when she was on her own but having a husband kinda complicated matters. She needn't have worried; it was as easy as pie. They went to lunch in a pretty smart restaurant. There were a couple of businessmen sweating in suits. None of them did anything for Tammy. Jay raised an eyebrow at her. She shook her heard. They ordered and ate their meal watching the door. Only a handful of people came in and they were talking about giving up and going elsewhere. Just then a man in casual pants and an open-necked white shirt ambled in. Tammy's eyes lit up. Jay smiled and leaned over to her. "Showtime, honey?" He asked. She smiled at him. "Thought so, sweetheart, I thought so." There were a lot of empty tables all around the place but the guy had looked Tammy over as he came in and he deliberately chose a table very near them. She saw him glance appreciatively at her tanned legs and he shuffled round on his chair to make sure he had the best view of them. Immediately Tammy swung into slut mode. She revelled in the feel of the fresh air on her bare cunt. The guy pretended to read his newspaper a little but soon cast that aside and let his eyes roam over her. She spread her legs wide now, not caring who could see her pierced cunt. Jay was with her, he wanted her to be a slut and a whore and she would be. Her fingers dropped to her slit and she pulled her lips open so the stranger could see how wet she was. This one wasn't shy. Within a minute or two he slid into the seat next to her. He was smiling: "I wonder if I could buy you folks a drink? I haven't seen you here before." "That's coz we're not from round here, sir," said Jay. "And a drink would be very nice. You know, I have a funny feeling that we can repay your kind offer a hundredfold." "How's that?" the guy asked. Jay grinned at him. "Now, I don't really know the best way of putting this, but…well, I can see, judging by the bulge in your pants that you kinda like the look of my wife. Funny thing is, my wife kinda likes the look of you. Ain't that a happy coincidence, now?" The man looked a little uncertain. "It sure could be," he agreed slowly. "See…and it's real hard for me to put this any other way…but my wife kinda has a hankering to have two, pardon my French, cocks inside her. You know, one in the pussy and one in the ass. We were kinda wondering if you'd like to be the cock in her ass?" It took a time for this suggestion to sink in. When it did, all he said was: "Fuck, yes!" "Well," said Jay rising, "let's pay the check and get outta here!" Ten minutes later, having braved the harsh stare of the old woman at the motel, they were back in the room and Tammy was sliding the dress over her head. "I have say, sir," said the guy, "that your wife has beautiful tits." "Thank you," said Jay. "Tammy don't you think you should thank the nice gentleman?" She smiled. "I will, but in my own way." With that she reached for his zip and released his straining erection. "Why, honey," she exclaimed in mock surprise, "the gentleman has a beautiful cock!" She put her mouth on him and saw Jay get out of his clothes and cross to bed. He climbed up behind her and slid into her cunt in one deft thrust. Tammy moaned onto the stranger's hard meat. "See, sir, my wife is a slut. Always wet and open for cock. Can't help it, she's nothing but a whore. And, know what? I love it." He withdrew for a moment and reached for the bag that had fallen to the floor and pulled out a tube of lube. "I think I'll get her ass ready for you now." He fucked her in slow, easy stokes and he applied his slickened fingers to the entrance of her ass. She liked it in the ass a lot and he opened her easily. He thrust three fingers in at first and then, as she opened to him, worked his whole hand into her so that she felt him at the gateway to her bowels. "She ready for you now, fella," said Jay to the stranger. They hadn't asked his name, they didn't want to know it. The guy took his cock from Tammy's hungry mouth as Jay went and positioned himself beneath her. Her cunt, still sloppy for the fucking earlier, not to mention the remains of the spunk from last night, accepted him in one push. Tammy groaned with desire as she felt the man move behind her and put his hard cock at the entrance to her little hole. He pushed at her but couldn't work it in at first. The stranger's fingers were in her asshole, opening her again. She loved the feeling of another man's fingers in her ass. It made her feel the whore she was. Then he slid his cock inside her. It was there. There first time she'd ever taken two cocks at once. She moaned loud as they two men inside found the same rhythm. Soon her holes were being pounded mercilessly. They weren't just fucking her; they were using her like the slut she was. She loved it. The three of them were grunting and Jay and the guy were calling her dirty names. "I am!" she cried. "I'm a dirty slut. I'm a shameless cunt. Use me. Use my fuckin' cunt and fuckin' ass. Fill me up with your fuckin' cocks, fuck your cum up my slutty holes!" Tammy came twice before she felt Jay shoot his cum deep inside her. Seconds later the guy released what seemed a gallon of spunk into her bowels. She felt his cream so deep inside her that she came again. Tammy collapsed on to the bed. "Jeez," she breathed. "I'm such a fucking cheap whore!" She was amazed at herself, some part of her was disgusted with how slutty she'd been, but, most of all, she was proud of herself. The three of them lay on the bed and got their breath back. "You have to be anywhere in a hurry?" Jay asked. "Not today, I don't Not now anyways!" He grinned. "That's real good," said Jay. "See my wife wants to try something else." "Oh, yeah?" "Tell him, Tammy, tell him what you'd like to try with two guys." Tammy shivered. "Bout the two, ya mean?" Jay nodded. A little embarrassed, she turned to the stranger and said: "Truth is, sir, I kinda like the idea of having two cocks in my cunt at the same time." He laughed out loud. "Jeez, you're one horny bitch! I've never met such a slut before. This is my lucky day." "You wanna try it with us?" She asked. "You bet honey!" This part wasn't easy at all, though. Both Jay and the other guy were pretty big. She couldn't fit them in at the same time. "Hmmm," said Jay after a few more fruitless attempts. "I think we have a problem here. Still, there has to be a solution. What we need is a guy with a real big cock to open her right up. Now, where we gonna find a guy like that round here?" The stranger laughed. "Well, I don't want to get accused of racial stereotyping here, but aren't black guys all supposed to be…ya know, pretty big?" "Guess so," said Tammy, who had always wanted black cock but somehow had never met a black guy that she wanted to fuck before. She had wished ever since that she hadn't been so fussy. "Well, I got three black guys working with at my place today. They're surveying the land and doing some shit I don't really understand. I know 'em pretty well. Young guys, bright, good looking. Maybe we could if one of them would like to be the one." "Good idea, fella," said Jay, "but you can't just ask 'em right out, 'excuse me, I was just wondering which of you three had the biggest dick', can you?" Tammy was grinning all over her face now. "I have a better idea. Why don't you ask all three of them over and we can find out then. I can tell you which one is the biggest after they've all been inside me." Jay laughed and said: "Honey, you are such a dirty cunt, I just love you to bits!" The guy made a call on his cell phone. He spoke quietly to someone for a minute or two, then ended the call and said: "It's all fixed up. They'll be here in fifteen minutes." To be continued... Tammy Sluts It Ch. 4 Written for Tammy in the USA, this is my attempt at writing with ‘an American voice’. Let me know if you think it works. Or if it doesn’t. Tammy, Jay and the stranger waited by the window for the three new guys to show up. Every now and then, one or the other of them – sometimes even both – would stroke her bare ass or slide their fingers between her slick pussy lips. Tammy moaned quietly at each and every touch. Less than twenty minutes later, they watched a car pull on to the parking lot. “There’s my boys,” announced the stranger. “I’ll go get ‘em!” They watched him go out to the car and greet each of them with a handshake and a pat on the back. He began talking earnestly, pointing to the window and gesticulating wildly, clearly describing his – and now their – good fortune. The three newcomers glanced a little suspiciously at the window, as if they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Soon the four of them filed into the little motel room. The stranger, smiling broadly, made some introductions: “Now this here is Cal, this here is Michael and this here is Davis. And this lady and gentleman are…well, a very beautiful woman and her extremely generous husband!” Awkwardly Tammy shook their hands, finding it almost impossible to believe that in a few short minutes, all going well, she would be taking each of them in her cunt one after the other. It was amazing to her how quickly things had changed in her life. Cal, Michael and Davis, each neat in suit and tie, shook her hand a little warily. They found it hard to make eye contact with her. They seemed uncertain what to make of it all. Jay seemed even more embarrassed that them. Maybe, thought Tammy, he’s gotten ahead of himself; taken things too far, too fast. She hoped not. The chance of trying black cock was too good to miss out on. “Do you like what you see?” Asked Jay, at last. The three nodded shyly at him. “Honey, lay down on the bed and let them see what they’re getting.” Obediently Tammy slid back on to the bed. Resting her head on the pillows, she spread herself open to their gaze. She felt, rather than saw, three pairs of eyes on her cunt. Tammy pulled her lips apart and felt cum ooze out. She gasped in pleasure. When one of the young men spoke she was jolted out her reverie. “Listen, I don’t mean to be rude here, sir, really I don’t, but is there any chance the lady could maybe clean up before we start? I’m sorry, but I just down like the idea of sliding up her when she’s so…ya know, so messed up.” This was Cal speaking, but there was a low murmur of agreement from the other two. For a moment Jay was taken aback. Clearly he hadn’t counted on this. “Sure, guys, sure. I understand,” he said. “Sweetheart, you heard the young man. Go clean up. We can’t disappoint our guests, can we?” Tammy rose from the bed, crimson with embarrassment. She was half horrified, half excited, at what a cheap whore they must have thought her. In the bathroom she washed her pussy as clean as she could, excited now at the thought that she was cleaning herself up just so as she could take more cum. Patting her cunt dry she saw how wet her juices made the threadbare towel. Becoming a slut again had cost her her self-respect. Trouble was, she realised she didn’t care about that one little bit. At least not when the pussy itch was upon her. At some stage, she thought with a wry little smile, she was going to have to deal with the confusion of emotions…but that was for later, not for now. Now was for hard cocks. Suitably cleaned, Tammy returned to the bed, smile firmly in place. Once again, she spread her legs and teased her cunt lips apart. “Like what you see now, boys? She asked. There was a murmur of appreciation. “I love the piercing,” Cal, said rubbing his hands together enthusiastically. Michael concurred with that sentiment. Davis didn’t speak; he just nodded and grinned. “Right,” said Jay. “I hope our new friend has explained what my wife wants and why.” “She wants a big dick, and because we’re black you think at least one of us will have a huge one? Does that about summarise it?” As he said this, Cal was half smiling, half irritated by the implicit racial stereotyping. Jay winced. “It don’t sound too good when you put it like that. Nothing meant by what we were thinking. We just, you know…” Cal shrugged. “Well, we’re here now. I’ve never been known to say no to pussy and I’m not about to start now. You want me to take my clothes off now, ma’am?” “I think that would be a very good idea,” grinned Tammy. “Why don’t the three of you strip? Save a bit of time.” When the three were naked, it was pretty clear that they wouldn’t need a tape measure to decide the size issue. Both Cal and Michael were well hung, but Davis was sporting some kind of monster. “Jeez!” Whistled Tammy. “You had some kinda extension on that thing, Davis?” “No ma’am, it’s all natural and it’s all me,” Davis replied laughing. Both Jay and the stranger looked distinctly uncomfortable by the size of it, aware that they would have to follow him. “Ever thought of working in movies?” asked the stranger, thoughtfully. “You could earn a fortune, son.” Davis laughed again and said: “No way. I think of it as a gift to the world!” There was a lot of nervous laughter. “Who’s first?” asked Michael then. “I think,” said Tammy slowly, “I think we’d better leave the biggest one ‘til last.” Cal and Michael looked at one another. “Toss a coin?” Asked Michael. “Heads,” said Cal. It was heads. Cal was first. “Let me suck you, honey,” breathed Tammy. As the young black man presented his semi-hard cock to her she reached out and slowly, lovingly began to stroke him. Her mouth slid over the end of his penis and he grew to full erectness, filling her mouth to stretching point. She sucked hungrily awhile, then lay back down on the bed, parting her legs to welcome him. “Mind if I take you doggie, ma’am? I’d really like that.” Tammy smiled and without a word she turned and presented her smooth, round ass to the young man. As Cal slipped inside her well-lubricated cunt, Tammy arched her back to give him a deeper access, and groaned as he pushed in to the hilt. Jay and the stranger settled into armchairs, both still a little intimidated by the events unfolding before them. Davis and Michael were clearly itching for their chance at the slut and were urging Cal to “fill the bitch up!” Each time they called this encouragement, they shot apologetic sideways glances at Jay. A little embarrassed too, he nodded that it was okay to talk to his wife like that. Whatever reservations Tammy had briefly entertained were now forgotten. She called out to Cal: “Come on, fuck my cunt with your big black cock! Fill me full of fuckin’ cum like the whore I am!” With a woman talking dirty like that to him, Cal wasn’t likely to last very long. Sure enough, within four or five minutes he was grunting away and pumping Tammy full of hot cream. As Cal withdrew, Tammy collapsed back on to the bed, already feeling thoroughly well used. “One down, two to go,” said the blonde stranger. Flushed, Tammy turned and said: “Then two more at a time after that! I’m wore out, but I’m not gonna miss out on that!” Jay laughed: “Tammy, you’re a true slut and fuckpig in every sense of the word...you’re my little Tammy fuckpig, and I love it!” Tammy giggled, no-one had ever called her a fuckpig before and she kinda liked it. Cal was already dressing and, once again, before Michael would use her, she had to go to the bathroom to clean up. This time the act definitely made her feel very slutty, and when she was clean of cum, she was still incredibly slick with pussy juice. They’d sure have to throw the towel away after this, she thought with a grin. Back in the room, the stranger and the boys were discussing the surveying they were conducting at his place. With only Cal dressed it made a bizarre sight. As Tammy lay down on the bed and spread once more, the talking stopped. She stroked her aching pussy, knowing full well that she was so slicked up that she could easily accommodate the two cocks without having need of Davis to open her further. Still, there was no way she was going to announce this fact. Hell, she couldn’t wait for that massive piece of black meat to slide inside her. Jay went to the overnight bag that had slipped off the bed and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and two lengths of cord. “Thought you might like her pinned down, Michael, stop the little whore bucking around like a dirty fuckpig.” Michael shrugged and watched as Jay attached the handcuffs to Tammy’s wrists. He pulled her arms behind her head and snapped the cuffs onto the metal headboard. “Hope I remembered the key!” He joked. At least Tammy hoped he was joking. A length of nylon cord was attached to each leg and Jay pulled her even wider to enable him to attach each piece to the bedposts. Tammy’s cunt was gaping, her well-fucked ass red raw. “I could fist you now without any lube,” noted Jay. “What a fucking slut you are!” Michael was advancing on her, semi hard cock in hand. “Care to suck me, too, ma’am?” He asked softly. “Bring it on, hun!” Smiled the little slut. Michael positioned himself over the pinned down Tammy and lowered his cock into her mouth. Tied down like that it was hard for Tammy to suck him properly, but as he grew harder she knew she was doing a good job. Once fully hard, Michael clambered between her legs and thrust inside her soaked pussy. “Jeez, man!” he exclaimed, “She is sooooo fucking open!” Size-wise and stamina-wise, Michael had the edge over Cal. He rammed his cock into her for fully fifteen minutes. Tammy came twice before he shot his load inside her. She was screaming with pleasure, a pleasure increased by the fact she was so firmly trussed. Michael had to put his hand over her mouth so they didn’t alert the sour-faced woman behind the desk. The firmness of the hand over her mouth doubled the strength of her second orgasm. “Ma’am,” said Michael, “you are…and I mean this as a compliment…the dirtiest woman I have ever come across in my life.” “Why, thank you, sir!” Said Tammy. “May I say you’re pretty dirty yourself? Time for the next one, I think!” Seeing as Tammy was tied to the bed, the blonde man offered to clean her. The first towel was drenched with cum, so he went and got a bigger one and proceeded to wipe the mixture of juices from her saturated cunt. When he was through, Tammy raised her head and saw Davis move over to the bed. Pinned down, there was no way she could fit his cock in her mouth. Even only eighty per cent hard he was way too big. Instead he moved between her thighs and manoeuvred his cock to between her cunt lips. She was open, sure, but even so it was a very tight fit. As she grew used to the size of him inside, she began to thrust hep hips up at him. Even pinned down she was bucking like a filthy slut, even with his hand over her mouth the moaning must have been audible back in Fairfax. The other men watched, fascinated and overawed, as he rode her for twenty-odd minutes before grunting and spilling his cum up her. Davis then surprised them all by sliding between her thighs and licking her cunt clean of their combined fuck juice. By now Tammy’s cunt was so open she probably could’ve taken all five cocks in her cunt at the same time and not felt a thing. She wondered if it would have been possible. However, now sated, the young black guys were keen to get back to work so there was no way she’d find out that day how many cocks she could take in her in her pussy. Still, she mused, there was always another day. Each thanked her and Jay for, in Cal’s words: “A lovely time,” and shook hands, very formally, with Jay and the blonde man. With that, they were gone. Jay looked at the glistening Tammy. Her face and neck were flushed red. She was clearly feeling all used up. “You still want the double, honey?” “Sweetheart, as wore out as I am, as sore as I am, I want your cocks in my cunt at the same time.” Tammy announced that she wanted to be cleaned out properly again, said that it made her feel like a real two-bit whore. Once that was done, they decided she should remain bound and handcuffed to the bed. The restraints cut into her arms and legs but she found she liked the feeling. It was like they were trying to control the slut in Tammy. Of course, they could never control the slut in Tammy, but she thought there was no harm in ‘em trying. A little awkwardly Jay and the stranger placed themselves either side of her and lifted her ass in the air. The cords pulled at her ankles and Tammy felt a surge of juice flood her cunt. The two men found an angle to enter her and after a little adjusting of positions she felt Jay’s familiar cock push into her. Seconds later, it was joined by the stranger’s dick. For Tammy, it was a most incredible feeling. She revelled in the sensation of two men using her cunt with different rhythms. One slid in deeper as the other slipped out, only to be thrust roughly back in. They were calling her ‘a cunt’, ‘a slut’, ‘a fucking whore’ and ‘a dirty fuckpig’. She didn’t want them to stop. She came hard. Very hard. Very soon, the stranger released the cum from his balls and Jay was only half a minute behind. Knowing that she had just been flooded with hot cum from two different men gave Tammy another little orgasm. Once they had recovered, the two men painfully extracted themselves from beneath the exhausted body of their cumslut. The stranger began to dress, saying he’d shower at home. He wondered if they’d meet again. Jay said: “Who knows?” Tammy added that she sure hoped they would. After a few parting words, Jay and well-fucked wife were alone. “I’ll untie you, honey, you look pretty sore.” Tammy gave out a satisfied sign and said she was sore all over. “Honey, you are going to have to carry me to the car. I don’t think I’ll walk straight for a week!” Later, on the journey back to Fairfax, Jay was once again in reflective mood. He had something on his mind and he wasn’t quite sure how to tell her. Still, tell her he would. After what had just taken place, he couldn’t see how she could complain. He just hoped that she’d take it well. Knowing Tammy, she probably would. “Tammy, honey,” he began cautiously. “Hmmm?” She asked dreamily, still basking in the post-fuck glow. “I got something to tell ya, sweetheart. A kinda…confession.” This snapped Tammy out of her reverie. “Confession, honey, what kind of confession?” She was worried that he’d changed his mind, that the sight of her being a whore with four strangers had disgusted him; that the collision of fantasy and reality had been too much. The tone of his voice made it clear to her that, whatever it was, it was serious. “What kind of confession?” She inquired anxiously. “Well, the truth is…” he began slowly, before grinding to a halt. “The truth is?” She pressed. “The truth is what, honey?” “The truth is, Tammy, that I thought you were screwing around form the day we married.” “But I promise you…” she said, before Jay’s raised hand cut her short. “The truth is, Tammy, I thought you were screwing around from the day we married, so I decided that maybe I should be screwing around as well. So, to tell the truth, I was screwing around.” For Tammy this was a bombshell. All the time Tammy was trying to quell the pussy itch, Jay was fucking some little slut. Some dirty whore. She couldn’t believe it. But, having just had five cocks in her pussy and ass, there wasn’t much she could say. “Who with?” was all she said. Jay blew out hard. “Carla.” This was too much for Tammy. “Not THAT Carla? Jeez, Jay, tell me it wasn’t that Carla?” THAT Carla was Carla Chase, bitch ex-girlfriend of Jay. Tammy hated her and she hated Tammy. Jay nodded but didn’t speak. Tammy slumped back in the car seat. “Is this what the last couple of days has been about?” She asked. “Just so as you could tell me about her?” Jay shook his head vigorously. “Not at all, honey. It’s just that I thought you should know, now that our relationship has kinda of…altered. Ya know. Cards on the table and all.” Tammy knew she couldn’t complain. She couldn’t blame him for thinking that she’d been screwing around. It was what the whole town thought anyway. “But her, Jay. I just can’t believe you’ve been screwing her. You know I hate the bitch.” “I know, honey. I know you hate her. The thing is…” “The thing is, what?” Asked Tammy, after his sentence had trailed off. “The thing is, I’d like you to get to know her better. A lot better.” He turned, grinning to his wife. “Do you understand what I mean by that, honey?” The colour drained from Tammy’s face as she realised that she knew exactly what he meant by that. To be continued.