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Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 01

By: jackfntammyf



Note to readers: this is a fictional sequel to “Tammy’s Middle Aged Adventure” – thanks to everyone for the comments and suggestions. I did get a lot of suggestions and requests for “Tammy’s Torture Weekend” as well, I’ll be working on that one (and a little exhibitionist story too) as time permits. If you have any more suggestions on either of those two, or this one, just let me know! Thanks for the feedback!

I groaned as Derek gripped my ass cheeks in his hands. It was a sure sign I had come to recognize, after being sodomized by him perhaps a dozen times in the month since our weekend in Minneapolis, that he was about to begin fucking my ass hard and fast. I shifted my position on my knees to better accommodate his cock, and slid my right hand to my soaking wet pussy, eager to bring myself off at the same time Derek came.

With each stroke, his rhythm accelerated and his fingers tightened on my ass, while my own fingers furiously rubbed my hard clit. I bit down on my pillow as I felt Derek’s cock spasm in my rectum, followed a moment later by my own groaning climax. As my body slowly relaxed, Derek’s cock slipped out of my ass, and he lay down next to me on the king size, four-poster bed.

“Your ass was just made for fucking, Tammy,” he said between breaths as he reached over to squeeze one of my breasts. “There’s no better way to spend a lunch hour than butt fucking a white woman.”

“Mmmm, glad I could be of help,” I replied playfully as I ran my hand up his muscled thigh and cupped his heavy balls in my hand.

“Jack’s just off on a day trip, right?” he said a moment later. “Yes, he’ll be getting home about ten tonight,” I replied, not quite understanding why Derek would ask that question. It’s not as if he was worried about getting caught in Jack’s and my marital bed -- after all, the two of them had “raped” me in this very bed last week.

His hand squeezed my breast a little tighter. “I have a little proposition for you, Tammy….”

For what seemed like the hundredth time, I checked the status of Jack’s flight. The airline website showed his flight as having landed half an hour ago. He had no checked luggage today – what’s taking so long??

I paced between the office and the bedroom, clad only in my black silk tap pants and camisole, nervously rehearsing how I would explain Derek’s “proposition” to my husband. Finally, I heard the garage door open, and a few moments later, Jack appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. 

I walked quickly to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He pulled away with a smile. “What’s the matter, Derek too busy to get you off?” he said with a smile.

“Mmmmm, not at all,” I replied, kissing him again. “He came over around lunch today and fucked my ass,” I said after I pulled away. “I came hard right after he did. But he made a suggestion that kept me horny all afternoon,” I added as I started unbuttoning Jack’s shirt, moving him towards the bed.

“And what would that be?” Jack asked, smiling as I pulled down his trousers and boxers, and wrapped my fingers around his rapidly hardening cock.

I kissed him again. “A few of the guys from Derek’s college football team are getting together for a mini-reunion in Las Vegas next month,” I whispered in Jack’s ear as I worked up the courage to share Derek’s “proposition.”

“…and…and Derek wants me to, um, to be their ‘entertainment’ for the weekend.” I drove my tongue into Jack’s mouth, hoping that the action might preempt any negative reaction he would have.

Jack reciprocated – he obviously wasn’t totally turned off by the idea. So far, anyway…

As I pulled back to catch my breath, Jack whispered in my ear. “So how many guys would there be fucking you?” he asked, his tone suggesting he was intrigued by the idea.

“Derek, and five others,” I replied. “All of them black.”

Jack kissed me deeply again, obviously turned on by the idea of his wife being gangbanged by a half dozen black men. I felt my pussy – which had been dripping with excitement all afternoon – throb in arousal.

“I take it you’re interested in the idea, Tammy?” he whispered.

“Yes, Jack, I’m….I’m very interested,” I replied, trembling at what I said, and what I knew I would have to ask for momentarily.

We kissed again for a long moment, and Jack spoke again. “I suppose it wouldn’t be possible for me to watch, though,” he said. “I…I don’t think so – Derek told his buddies that I’m a married white woman that he’s having an affair with, but didn’t tell them all the details. But Derek said he would um, videotape the whole thing,” I added..

“Well,” Jack said after a moment, running his hands across my breasts, “if it’s something you’d like to do, it’s something I would certainly want you to do. Especially if it’s videotaped…”

I pushed him onto the bed and quickly finished pulling off his clothes.

Joining him on the bed, I briefly sucked his cock into my mouth, then pressed my lips against his.

“There’s….there’s one more thing, Jack,” I said, my heart pounding.

“And what would that be?” he replied.

“Derek…” I said, then took a deep breath. “Derek…would want me to have my IUD taken out before I went out to Vegas.”

Jack looked at me quizzically. “Huh?” he said simply.

I stroked his chest and looked into his eyes. “He and his friends want to have a…a ‘breeding party,’” I whispered nervously. “The men all agree not to come for a week beforehand, and then they all fuck the woman repeatedly, trying to get her pregnant.” I saw heavy skepticism in Jack’s eyes.

“Jack, it’s such a turn on, thinking about all these men, not coming for a week, and then fucking me, one after another, thinking that they might be getting me pregnant…”

Jack squeezed my breast. “Tam, couldn’t you just tell them you had the IUD taken out, without actually doing it?” he asked.

“I…I thought about that too, Jack,” I said. “But it’s just….I…well, it’s…” I mumbled, unable to quite articulate what it was I wanted to say.

Jack stroked my cheek, then lifted my chin, to look into his eyes. “It’s just that the risk turns you on, too,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, it does,” I admitted sheepishly. “Jack, look, the chances that I’d actually get pregnant are SO tiny. Once the IUD is taken out, I think it takes weeks, or months, for the uterus to actually heal. Plus,” I added excitedly, “remember it took what, over a year? for us to conceive Jack Jr., and that was years ago, and a woman’s fertility really drops dramatically after 40. So I think the chances are really remote and…but yes, the risk does turn me on.”

Jack’s skeptical look continued. “I don’t know, Tammy. Even if the risk is minimal….” His voice trailed off.

“Jack, I know this might sound odd, but…it would be like the ultimate submission…six men using me, not just using me for pleasure, but trying to impregnate me…just the raw, base, animal instinct…”

Jack remained skeptical, and I decided to play what I thought would be my best card. 

“Jack,” I whispered in his ear. “Just let me do this one weekend and I…I promise I’ll give you that weekend you’ve been talking about.” Over the last several weeks, Jack had been sharing bits and pieces of a fantasy he had been developing that involved some extreme submission on my part….

His eyebrows arched in surprise. “Everything?” he asked suspiciously. I swallowed nervously, blinked and agreed. “Everything,” I replied.

“Wow, you must REALLY want this,” he said, caressing my breast again. My heart raced, thinking he might be agreeable to the idea.

“Can I think about it for a few days maybe?” he asked.

“I’m…I’m supposed to give Derek an answer at lunch tomorrow,” I replied.

He looked at me again. “If by some chance you do get pregnant…”

“I know, Jack,” I replied. Jack was adamantly against abortion. “I’ll…I’ll have it.”

He paused for a moment. “So I get the videotape and a weekend with ‘everything?’” he asked. 

“Yes, Jack,” I said hopefully.

He climbed on top of me and positioned his cock between my legs, pulling my tap pants to one side of my pussy. “Then I guess I’d better fuck you while you’ve still got an IUD…” I closed my eyes with a smile, and spread my legs, welcoming my husband’s cock into my pussy, and briefly imagining that there were five more, lined up right behind him….

The downtown restaurant was noisy and crowded – I nervously checked my watch and looked towards the doors. Derek was only a few minutes late, but time really seemed to be dragging. Finally, I saw his tall frame silhouetted against the brightly lit doors, and a moment later, he slid into the booth, across the table from me.

As I had done before, I was wearing stockings and a garter belt beneath my skirt, and my bare ass was pressed against the soft, warm leather of the seat.

“Sorry I’m a little late, Tammy,” he said with a smile. “I had a meeting run a little behind schedule.” 

“No problem at all, Derek,” I replied. A waitress came by to check on us – as she described the specials, I saw her looking flirtatiously at Derek. “Sorry, sweetie,” I thought as I shifted on the bench. “He’s already got a white woman to fuck.”

A moment later, after she had taken our orders, Derek folded his hands on the table and looked at me with those sparkling dark eyes. “So, did you and Jack have a chance to talk about the Las Vegas idea?”

I swallowed hard. “Um, yes – I…I talked to him about it last night after he got home,” I said quietly. “And…I’ve got an appointment on Thursday morning to have my IUD taken out,” I whispered, my bare pussy moistening as I said it. “I…I’ll be completely unprotected for you and your friends in Vegas.”

Derek smiled. “Excellent, Tammy. I know they’ll be very excited to learn you’ll be coming.”

I looked again at Derek’s smile, and was suddenly thinking of asking him if we could just skip the lunch so he could fuck me in the parking lot or something.

“Actually, on that subject,” Derek added casually, “there are a couple of other things we want you to do before Vegas,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, Derek?” I asked, somewhat perplexed – wasn’t it enough that I was getting my IUD taken out??

“The first thing,” he continued, “is that the guys want some pictures of you, to get a sense of what they’ll be enjoying that weekend, and what the mother of their children might look like. So I’ve hired a photographer who specializes in very graphic, ‘glamour’ photography to do a session with you at his studio.” He slid a business card across the table. “Here’s the address,” he continued. “Friday night, 9:00. I’ll be there too. Just bring along some lingerie – stockings, garter belts, your corset, and he can do the photography. Jack can watch too, if he’d like.”

I felt my face starting to blush at the thought of being posed like a centerfold model for the enjoyment of five strangers who would be fucking me in a few weeks.

“The photographer has a girl who does hair and makeup, so you won’t need to worry about that. Oh, and be sure to bring your collar – I told the guys that you’re turned on by being submissive.”

I gulped, both nervous and excited that this group of men had been told so much about my sexual preferences.

“Uh…OK, Derek, I…I’ll be there on Friday.”

He smiled again, obviously savoring the opportunity to share his “girlfriend” with his college football teammates.

“Good,” he said simply, taking a sip from a glass of water. 

“The second thing is a bit more difficult,” he said as he leaned forward over the table. “When you get to Vegas, we want you to be very, very hungry for sex,” he said. “In heat, as it were. So between now and then, you’re not to have intercourse – vaginal or anal – with Jack, or me. And you’re not to masturbate or have an orgasm through any other means.”

I caught my breath at the words – in the months since I had first met Derek, there had perhaps been only a dozen days where I hadn’t had an orgasm. And now he was asking me to go for weeks without even one?!?!?

“You can still fellate both your husband and me, and I suspect you’ll be doing a lot of it, but no coming for you. Understand?”

I looked at him, unable to speak for a moment. The seeming impracticality of the request collided with the intense arousal fueled by the extreme control that Derek was intending to exercise over my body.

“That is…I…what if…” I mumbled, my brain struggling to sort out the conflicting emotions I was experiencing. Derek just looked at me and repeated, softly but firmly, “No coming for you, Tammy. Or the whole thing’s off. Agreed?”

I looked down at the table, and tried to catch my breath. If Derek and his friends wanted me ‘in heat’ in Vegas, they’d have it. And I knew I’d be swallowing an awful lot of come until then…

“Agreed,” I said finally, surrendering my sexuality to Derek’s control until Vegas.

He smiled again. “Excellent, Tammy.”

Just then, the waitress arrived with our meals. “Hope you two haven’t been bored waiting for your food,” she said with a smile as she slid the plates in front of Derek and me. “No…not at all,” I said….

Jack and I pulled up to what appeared to be a large farmhouse, after a drive of almost half an hour. He smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek as he turned off the engine. “Ready, Mrs. Playmate of the Month?” he said with a chuckle. I pressed my lips against his, wishing that it could be foreplay leading to a long, hard fuck and a climax on my part, all the while knowing that it couldn’t.

Jack had been surprisingly accepting of the “no sex/no climax” rule, maybe because I had developed a two-blowjob-a-day habit since lunch with Derek on Tuesday, in a futile attempt to take the edge off my own arousal. 

I also suspected that he enjoyed the idea of my being denied pleasure as a form of deepening my submissiveness – something, no doubt, he would continue during our yet-to-be-scheduled weekend with ‘everything.’ 

We grabbed the duffle bag with my lingerie from the trunk, and walked up the steps, onto the house’s porch. Looking around, I didn’t see Derek’s car anywhere, as Jack rang the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened and a thirtysomething man with longish hair tied back into a ponytail opened the door, smiling. “Hi, I’m David, and you must be Tammy?” Jack and I stepped inside the home, shaking hands and introducing ourselves. “The studio’s down in the basement, why don’t you two just follow me?” The home was expansive, and we followed David down a flight of stairs into a huge room set up as a photography studio, filled with the typical gear of a studio: lights, cables, camera tripods.

It also featured some less typical gear: a large bed, covered with a white satin sheet. One wall was made of what appeared to be stone, and had a pair of manacles hanging down on a thick, heavy chain.

I swallowed hard, as a young, attractive woman appeared from the shadows. “Tammy, this is Carol,” the photographer said as the woman extended her hand to me. “Carol handles makeup and will help you get ready,” he added. The woman took the duffle bag from me and began walking towards a small, curtained area off to one side. “Come on, let’s get started!” she said enthusiastically.

She pulled aside a curtain, and I entered a small area with a makeup table, an armoire and a huge assortment of shoes. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and just put on that bathrobe?” she said, pointing to a light blue cotton bathrobe in the armoire. “I’ll go help David get set up with some things and then I’ll be back to get your makeup done!” She smiled again, seemingly casual about her work.

She did do this every day, I realized, wondering if any of my female friends, neighbors or colleagues had by any chance found themselves in this little space. Quickly stripping off my clothes, I slipped on the robe and sat down at the makeup table. A moment later, Carol returned. “Would you like anything to drink while we’re getting you ready, a glass of wine or a diet Coke or something?” she asked.

“Um, yeah, a..a glass of wine would be great,” I replied. She reached into a small minifridge and pulled out a small bottle of white wine, then poured it into a plastic glass. “Not real elegant, I’m afraid,” she said as she handed me the glass and turned to her trays of makeup.

“That’s ok,” I said, taking my first sip. “So are you guys real busy doing this?” I asked after another sip. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she said as she took a small cottonball, dipped it into a clear liquid and ran it across my forehead and my nose. “I’d say we do a dozen sessions a week. Husbands want pictures of their wives, especially the older, executive types who have ‘trophy wives,’” she added. “Boyfriends and girlfriends, lovers with their mistresses, I’ve seen them all in here,” she said as she pulled out an assortment of foundations.

“Let’s see, your skin is pretty pale, which can tend to make the photos wash out a little bit…I think this one’ll work well for starters.” She began applying it to my face, as I enjoyed the feeling of being pampered and prepared for my photo shoot.

“I used to do this for Playboy,” Carol added brightly. “David used to do some freelance work for them, that’s where we started working together. But we really enjoy doing this kind of ‘boudoir’ work too.”

At that moment, we heard the curtain pulled aside, and I opened my eyes to see Derek standing there, smiling. “Hi Tammy, sorry I’m a little late,” he said as he walked into the small room and opened up the duffle bag. He nodded his approval as he withdrew the various pieces of lingerie, and finally took out the leather collar, placing them all on a chair next to me. “Perfect, Tammy. The guys will really love these,” he added as he ducked out of the room, closing the curtain behind him.

Carol looked at me, puzzled. “I thought your husband was the blonde one, the one you came in with?”

“Um, he is,” I replied, wondering how to explain this. “That…that was Derek. He’s the one who arranged the photo shoot, he’s…um, he’s my lover.”

Carol’s expression conveyed disbelief. “Your lover? Here, with your husband too??”

“Yeah,” I said. “Jack…my husband…has always wanted to watch me have sex with other men,” I continued. “And, um, a couple of months ago, things sort of presented themselves and I’ve been, um, having sex with Derek too. Sometimes with Jack at the same time,” I finished, blushing.

“Wow,” Carol said, picking up another small jar of makeup and beginning to apply it to my cheeks. 

“So what’s it like, doing it with two guys at the same time?” she asked after a moment.

“It’s incredible,” I replied. “Just amazing, like you are being completely taken in a way that you can’t even imagine.”

“You are one lucky woman to have a husband who’ll let you do that,” she added as she picked up an eyeliner and began working on my right eye.

“I certainly am,” I whispered. “And that’s not the half of it,” I added. “In three weeks, I’m going out to Las Vegas to meet Derek and five of his teammates from his college football team. They’re going to spend all weekend fucking me. The pictures we’re doing tonight are going to be sent to them to give them an idea of what I’m like.”

“Six guys? For a whole weekend?” she panted out.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m a little nervous about it, but a lot excited.”

“Who could blame you? I’m going to be fantasizing about THAT for weeks!” she said.

A few minutes later, wearing a black slip, stockings, garter belt and black high heels, I walked into the studio. David directed me to the bed, where he shot some simple pictures. As I grew more comfortable, he had me raise my slip, to flash my pussy and my ass, and I was lost in a delicious arousal.

A white slip and stockings were next, followed by a see through red camisole and tap pants. Finally, Carol helped lace me into my corset. Derek snapped on my collar, and the last series of pictures featured me chained to the wall, with clamps affixed to my nipples, which Carol had brushed with red lipstick to make them stand out more. After being unchained from the wall, Derek stripped and had me kneel in front of him and give him a blowjob, all the while David snapped pictures, and I could see Carol out of the corner of my eye, no doubt amazed at the scene she beheld.


Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 01



As I sensed him nearing his climax, I stroked his cock harder, and just before he came, he pulled out of my mouth to come all over my face. He squeezed the last few drops into my open mouth – the photographer caught it all.

Carol brought me a box of tissues, and I could see from her face that she had been aroused by the scene. I thanked her, and wiped Derek’s come off my face.

As David and Carol moved to begin to put away equipment, Jack and Derek moved next to me, complimenting me on how well the photo session had gone. I could see Jack’s erection, and knew that I would be giving him a blowjob too. Unless Derek could be persuaded to bend the rules a bit….

I brushed my hands across Derek’s chest. “Derek, if I was so good for the photo session, how about you let me come, just once, as a reward?” I took one of his nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue.

“Mmmmmm, that’s nice, Tammy,” he said with a growl. “But no orgasm,” he said firmly. “Three weeks from tonight, we’ll be in Vegas, and then, and only then, you’ll be able to come all you want….”

With my pussy screaming for relief, I returned to the dressing room to change back into my regular clothes. As I pulled down my stockings, I stroked the slick flesh between my legs, tempted to bring myself off. Recognizing that that would violate my submission, I reluctantly pulled my hand away. 

Three weeks, I thought. How am I ever going to wait three weeks??

…to be continued



Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 02



"On behalf of your flight crew, I'd like to welcome you to Las Vegas' McCarran International Airport, where the local time is approximately 2:50. We will be taxiing for a few moments, and we ask that you please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened until we arrive at the gate and the captain has turned off the 'fasten seatbelts' sign."

I gazed out the window at the airport, and beyond that to the city of Las Vegas, where in a few hours, my "orgasm drought" would come to a very eagerly awaited, very liquid end at the hands (and cocks) of Derek and his friends.

I shifted on the seat, my bare ass pressed against the rough fabric of the airplane seat, as we taxied to the gate.

By the time I'm back on the plane on Sunday, I will have almost quadrupled the number of men I've had sex with…

I thought about Derek and his friends arriving at the airport, all looking forward to their "breeding party" weekend with me, eager to release after a week of refraining from climax.

A week, I thought, proud of myself for successfully obeying Derek's rules not to come for more than three weeks. It hadn't been easy – in fact, I had been tempted on the flight to Vegas to duck into the lavatory and bring myself off. But I hadn't – the thrill of submitting to Derek's control of my body had outweighed my urgent hunger for an orgasm.

My mind drifted back to my departure earlier in the day – Jack had dropped me off at the airport, giving me a long, deep kiss and reminding me to "smile for the cameras, Tammy." I smiled as the seatbelt sign turned off, stood and smoothed my skirt over my bare ass. 

Derek was waiting for me outside of security. He greeted me with a big hug and a deep kiss, making my already-damp pussy melt at being French-kissed in public by my black lover. "You're dressed just like I wanted," he said after he pulled away, eyeing my denim skirt and a white blouse, unbuttoned to below my bra, that was transparent enough to see my lacy white bra underneath.

He took my hand and we began walking to the baggage claim area. "The first of the guys' flight arrives in about an hour so that'll give us some time to get you ready back at the hotel," he said with a wink.

As we stood at the baggage carousel, he leaned over and whispered into my ear, "So did you make it three weeks without coming, Tammy?"

"Yes, Derek, it wasn't easy but I…I did it because that's what you wanted," I whispered in reply. "Good, that pleases me. And it won't be long now, Tammy," he said. 

My bag arrived and we walked out of the terminal into the scorching Nevada afternoon. Derek put my bag into the back of his rental car and I slid into the passenger seat, lifting my skirt so my bare ass was pressed against the hot leather, making me gasp at the sizzling contact. 

Derek smiled as he watched me obey his instructions, and twenty minutes later we arrived at the massive hotel/casino that Derek and his friends had chosen for their reunion.

As we rode the elevator together to the room, Derek took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, squeezing my ass cheeks as he did. "I don't know what it is about you, Tammy," he said, "that makes a man want to watch you get fucked hard by other men. Planning this weekend, I really began to understand why your husband wanted to watch you fuck me."

I blushed. "Thanks – I think. Jack refers to it as watching me be 'consumed by pure lust.'" Derek smiled. "Well, we'll certainly have something for him to watch after this weekend." 

The elevator doors opened, and we walked down a hallway that seemed to go on forever, until finally we stopped in front of a door. Derek took the keycard out of his wallet, and opened the door to a lavish suite, featuring a fantastic view of the city and the desert beyond. 

As I walked into the room, I noticed something else: poster-size prints of me from the photo session were placed around the room. I was shocked and aroused, looking at myself in the photos, realizing that this is how Derek's friends had seen me.

I walked to a poster propped up on the bar – it was a closeup of my face – eyes closed, mouth wide open, Derek's black cock dripping sperm onto my outstretched tongue. The leather collar was visible at the bottom of the photograph.

"You photographed very well, Tammy," Derek said as he opened a bottle of wine. "I…wow, these are…really hot," I said, remembering the scene in the studio, imagining Derek's friends receiving the pictures and being aroused by them.

Derek handed me a glass of wine, and I took a sip, looking around the room, at the other photographs and other details. A small camcorder was plugged into an electrical outlet near the windows, charging its batteries to record events later in the evening. My gaze drifted to a large coffee urn on one of the endtables by the sofa.

"Do football players drink a lot of coffee or something?" I said as I walked towards it, thinking that that's another thing Derek and my husband might have in common. A photo of me, chained to the photo studio wall, my nipples clamped, rested on the wall behind the coffee machine. Derek laughed.

"No, that was a suggestion from Marshall, one of the guys coming here this weekend. He said caffeine helps sperm swim faster. I don't know if it's true, but what the hell, it's a breeding party, right?"

I gulped at the thought of six men fucking me, all seeking to impregnate me. I, too, had heard that story about caffeine – I'm sure it was an urban legend, though. And even if it was true, the chances of getting pregnant, caffeine or no caffeine, were sooooooooo remote….

Derek took me in his arms and kissed me, squeezing one of my breasts through the blouse and bra.

"I like a blowjob as much as the next guy," he whispered, "but I for one am looking forward to taking your pussy and your ass again," he said with a sexy growl. "That makes two of us," I panted, hoping that Derek might take the opportunity to take me right now.

The thought was interrupted by a loud, staccato knock on the door. Derek checked his watch. "Looks like the first of our guests is here, Tammy," he said as he crossed the large room to the door.

"WILLIAM ANDERSON!" he cried as he opened the door. Another handsome, well-built black man burst through the door, shaking Derek's hand and gripping him in a bear hug. "Derek, it has been too damn long," he said as he clapped Derek on the shoulders. I shifted nervously, staring at this man who would be fucking me before the day was done.

"Billy, I didn't think you would get in until later this afternoon?" Derek said. "I didn't think so either," the man replied, "but when I got to the airport they said they had an upgrade on an earlier flight, and who was I to say no?"

They turned, and both walked toward me. "And this must be the famous Tammy," William said, looking me up and down. "The highlight of our little reunion," he continued as he took me in his arms and drove his tongue into my mouth. I slowly raised my arms to his neck, and savored the feeling of his strong body pressed against me. One of his hands moved to my right breast, squeezing it and caressing it.

He pulled away with a smile. 

"Tammy, now that Billy's molested you, I'd like to introduce you. This is Billy Anderson, he was the star running back on my team." 

"I'm…I'm pleased to meet you," I said, realizing instantly how utterly silly that sounded.

"She's beautiful, Derek. The pictures were great but mmmmmmmmmmm, the flesh is greater." He pulled back a step or two, admiring the body he and his friends would spend the weekend enjoying. "I'll tell you, Derek, I never thought you'd be the one to win the homecoming bet."

I looked at Derek quizzically and he smiled, obviously looking forward to telling a story. "Homecoming junior year, we found out one of the guys on the team had been secretly dating one of the white cheerleaders. We gave him shit about it, and a few of us made a pact that if any of us ever dated a white woman, we'd make her available for all of us."

He gave me a playful slap on the ass. "And that's you. And I win the bet. Hell, I don't even remember what the winner got!" he said with a laugh.

Billy ran a hand down my back, rubbing my ass through my skirt. "So," he said, "since I'm the first one here, how about Tammy and I get started?"

"Down boy!" Derek said with exaggerated harshness. "I know you haven't come in a week but we agreed that we wouldn't start fucking her until everybody was here."

Billy's face conveyed his disappointment as his hand squeezed my ass, and his other hand slipped inside my blouse, squeezing one of my breasts inside the lacy bra. I tried to catch my breath as I saw Derek grinning, watching one of his friends so casually helping himself to the pleasures offered by his girlfriend's body. 

"Well," Billy said as he began to unbutton my blouse. "Since this'll be about the only time Tammy's pussy isn't filled with spunk, could I just taste her pussy while we're waiting for the other guys to arrive?" Billy pulled my blouse off my body and moved to unsnap my bra. 

I closed my eyes, thinking how wonderful it would be to have my pussy licked….

"You can taste her pussy, Billy, but she can't come until she's being fucked." I gasped at Derek's restriction, so desperate was I to satisfy my cravings for a climax, but Billy didn't seem to mind, as he tossed my bra on the floor and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.

After a moment, he pushed me back onto the sofa, and lifted my skirt up around my waist. I spread my stockinged legs as he moved between them, and slowly extended his tongue to my slick, sensitive pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, you don't know how good that feels," I moaned as Billy's tongue flicked across my clit. Derek moved behind the sofa and squeezed my breasts. "I haven't let Tammy come for more than three weeks," Derek said. "She hasn't been fucked in her pussy or her ass for that long, either," he added proudly. 

Billy pulled away from my pussy and stood up, pulling off his polo shirt and stripping off his jeans and underwear. A rock hard erection jutted out from his lean body. "Well, maybe I can't fuck her yet, but maybe she'd give my cock a little love?" he said as he walked in front of me. I looked up to Derek, who smiled, nodded his approval, and then picked up the camcorder.

I swallowed, and caressed Billy's cock in my hand, then kissed the tip and slid it into my mouth, licking it and squeezing my lips around it. "Oh, you've got a nice mouth, Tammy," Billy moaned. "After I've shot a couple of loads of seed into your pussy I am going to have you give me a nice, long blowjob." I took his cock deep in my throat, as my pussy throbbed in unsatiated hunger.

After a few moments, Billy pulled away. "I'm getting too close to coming, Tammy," he said, reaching down to squeeze one of my breasts. "And my sperm has a little job to do that it can't do if I come in your mouth," he said with a smile.

At that moment, we heard another knock on the door, and two more of Derek's teammates arrived – Marshall and Martin. By this point, I was so turned on that I didn't care that I was being introduced to these men wearing only a denim skirt, garter belt and stockings. Like Billy, Marshall and Martin joked with Derek about the "homecoming bet," and helped themselves to feeling my breasts, commenting as they did on how useful my 36C breasts would be for nursing.

They also stroked my ass, admiring its shape. Marshall gave one of my cheeks a tight squeeze.

"Hey Tammy, Derek says you like taking it up the ass, is that true or is he just yanking our chains?" 

"No, ah, um…it's true," I said. "I…I really enjoy anal sex." 

Billy gave my ass a little slap. "And don't forget guys, Derek says she loves having her ass spanked too." 

Marshall, Martin and Billy all voiced their enthusiasm, as another hand slapped my ass, and promised that they would be happy to indulge my preferences – repeatedly – over the weekend.

Marshall unzipped my skirt and it dropped to the floor, and a few moments later, all four men were naked and my mouth was continuously employed on their erect cocks. As I slowly fellated one of the men, the aroma of coffee brewing wafted across the room, and my pussy squeezed in anticipation of a very long, very pleasurable evening.

Finally, the last two teammates arrived just as the sun was sinking to the horizon, bathing the desert and the room in glorious shades of red, orange and yellow. Jeff and David quickly introduced themselves, stripped off their clothes and took turns kissing me deeply and running their hands all over my body.

Derek banged on the bar to get everyone's attention. 

"OK team, here's the play," he said with a laugh. "Everybody's arrived, and now it's time for everybody to start coming." The men whooped and applauded, and inside, I did too – no one in this room was more hungry for an orgasm than me.

Derek picked up the camcorder and stood a few feet in front of me. "OK, all you guys, stand next to Tammy," he asked. Five nude black men moved to either side of me. He retrieved a large poster from behind the bar. "OK, Tammy, just look into the camera and read the card." The red light on the camcorder blinked on.

"Hi, I'm Tammy, and I'm proof that Derek won the homecoming bet. I haven't come or been fucked in more than three weeks, and I had my IUD removed last month. Derek and his friends are going to spend the weekend using my body any way they like, and you're invited to sit back and enjoy 'Tammy's Gangbang Weekend.'" 

I gulped as I finished reading the card, thinking about my husband watching the video later. Derek gave the camera to one of his friends, took my hand and led me into the master bedroom.

The bed was huge, and a long, black strap extended from each corner of the bed. My heart raced as I realized that I was to be bound while the men fucked me. Derek walked behind me, and clicked my leather collar around my neck. "Jack donated some of your favorite toys for the weekend," he said, gesturing to the bed.

Laying down on the center of the bed, I stretched my arms and legs towards the straps as one of the men captured the scene on video and Derek quickly secured me, spread-eagled, to the straps.

My pussy throbbed, knowing that the tension that had been building up in my body for weeks would soon be released.

Derek kissed my lips and looked into my eyes. "I'm going to blindfold you, Tammy, so you don't know who's fucking you." He slipped a black leather blindfold over my eyes, and I instantly felt all of my remaining senses sharpened.

"Lift your hips, Tammy," Derek ordered a moment later. I complied, and he slipped a pillow under my ass. "That'll help keep more of the sperm inside you," he noted in answer to my unspoken question.

"OK," Derek called out as I lay there, my legs and arms spread wide, my pussy well-lubricated for the first cock, "let's figure out what order we're going to go in. Since this is Vegas, I thought we'd roll the dice. First man to roll a one gets to fuck her first, first man to roll a two after a one has been rolled gets second shot, and so on. We start after we've figured out who's going to be last."

I listened as they rolled the dice, a groan arising every few seconds as the die came up wrong. "YES!" one man finally shouted, and I knew that chance had selected my first cock for the evening.

"Come on, TWO!" another man said out loud, followed immediately by "ooh, damnit." A few rounds later, the second man was selected, all the while I listened and felt my body anticipating the sexual pleasure six men would be giving me.

Finally, the order was established, and I felt someone join me on the bed. A mouth fixed on one nipple while long fingers probed my pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, please……." I moaned as the fingers pulled out, and I felt the head of a very hard cock rubbing against my pussy lips.

It slid slowly into me, the elevation provided by the pillow seeming to enable a particularly fast and deep penetration. The unseen man drove his tongue into my mouth and squeezed my breasts as he started slowly fucking me. 

I felt my orgasm building quickly as he continued to stroke in and out of my pussy. "Mmmmmm, your pussy is sooooo tight, Tammy," the man whispered between thrusts. "And I'm going to give you a good, long fuck and come deep, deep inside you," he continued.

"Ohhhhh…….please……yes……" I mumbled as I felt my orgasm approaching, knowing that I would finally be able to release it….

"You like being fucked by someone you've never met before tonight, Tammy?" he asked as his thrusts sped up. "Yes…I…I want to be fucked over and over again…just…use me," I gasped, "just…just make me come."

His fucking sped up, and I felt a hand slide in between our bodies, making a beeline for my clit. As my unknown lover drove to his own pleasure, the finger stroked my clit, and I bucked and moaned as a deliciously sweet, tremendously powerful orgasm rocked my body. A moment or two later, the lucky man who had rolled a '1' pushed deep into my pussy, and energetically filled me with a thick load of come.

He gave me a final, deep kiss, and rolled off the bed. "Your turn," he said with a chuckle to the man who had rolled the number '2,' and again I felt the weight of another man on the bed, and a moment later, felt another cock pushing into my pussy.

"You're not too tired after coming that long, are you Tammy?" a voice whispered next to my ear as the length of his cock slid deep into me. Was that Billy's voice? I wondered. Did it make a difference???

"Mmmmm, not at all, I…I've got a lot of orgasms stored up the last few weeks," I said flirtatiously as he began stroking in and out of my pussy. "Well, what a coincidence," he said as he started fucking me with a strong rhythm. "We all do too," he said as he pinched one of my nipples and then kissed me deeply.

After a nice, long fuck, my current lover decided it was time for him, too, to deposit his sperm in my unprotected pussy. He began fucking me hard and fast, with deep, stabbing thrusts until he gasped and came deep inside me. I was close to another orgasm, and my body was bathed in sweat – mine and that of my two lovers.

Number three climbed onto the bed and drove deep into me, kissing me as he did. I immediately recognized Derek's style of fucking and kissing.

"I'm ready to come again," I whispered urgently after a few thrusts. He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and began rubbing it up and down my swollen pussy lips and across my clit, just like he knew I loved. I suddenly remembered that all of this was being videotaped, and I cried out as my second orgasm of the night rippled through me. Having given me pleasure, Derek's cock returned to fucking me, seeking its own release.

For what seemed like hours, I lay there, helpless, floating along from one orgasm to another as Derek and his friends climbed between my bound, widespread thighs and fucked me. At some point, I again recognized Derek pushing his cock into me, and realized that all of the men must have fucked me once and now they were beginning a second round.

Some time later, after another man groaned and shot his load into me, I felt someone climb onto the bed, but not between my legs.

"Hey Tammy," Derek said, as he ran a finger down my sweat-streaked face. "The guys and me are going to go grab some dinner and talk about plans for tomorrow, we'll be back in a little while. Don't go anywhere," he said, pinching a nipple. As I listened to the sound of six men getting dressed and reminiscing, I adjusted my position on the bed. A moment later, I heard the door to the hotel suite open and close, and I was left alone, bound to the bed, my elevated hips keeping who knows how many loads of sperm from leaking out of my pussy.




Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 02



I lay there, my body's long-delayed hunger for release finally, deeply satisfied. I tried to imagine how many times I had come, and how many times I'd been fucked, but gave up – everything just seemed to be one delicious blur of hot sex.

After some time, I must have fallen into a light sleep, as I was startled by the sound of the door opening and a very energetic group of men returning to the suite. A moment later, I felt someone else on the bed, and Derek removed my blindfold.

"All rested up for another round, Tammy?" he said with a smile. "It was so hot watching you get fucked by so many men," he said, squeezing one of my breasts. "Jack's going to love the video."

I licked my lips. "I'm…I'm ready, Derek, but, uh, could I maybe go use the bathroom first?" 

"Sure," he said, smiling. He quickly unfastened my hands and ankles, and I walked into the huge bathroom. As I relieved my bladder, I was stunned at the volume of sperm that dripped out of my pussy. No wonder, I thought, six men, who hadn't come for a week, fucking me, twice each maybe?

I finished up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, where Derek and three of his friends were starting to get undressed. Derek walked behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands, pushing his cock against my ass. "Hey Tammy," he said in a low, sexy growl, "over dinner some of the guys were saying they might need a little help getting it up again."

I pushed my ass back against his cock, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of his fingers squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. 

"We talked about ways that you could help them, and we all decided the best way would be for all six of us to watch you masturbate."

I felt my heart pound as I looked at the men, their cocks in various states of arousal. Derek placed a hand on the small of my back, and pushed me towards the bed. I walked hesitantly, both aroused and nervous at the idea of pleasuring myself before an audience. 

I used my hands to caress my breasts as I leaned back against the headboard and slowly spread my legs. 

So what should I fantasize about? I thought as I cupped my breasts in my hands. My mind drifted back to the first time I had met Derek, at the United Way meeting, and the masturbation sessions that had filled the days until my husband got back from Europe.

A hand slipped slowly off my breast, caressing my stomach as my fingers stretched towards my pussy. I licked my lips as I replayed those fantasies in my mind, squeezing my breasts, slowly plunging a finger or two into my very slick pussy and then taking the moistened fingers and stroking my clit. 

Every few moments, I opened my eyes and surveyed the men in the room – my masturbation was certainly having the intended effect. I closed my eyes again, lost in my fantasy, and bit my lip as I pushed myself to orgasm. 

I came hard, and as my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes to see one of Derek's friends climbing onto the bed. A few seconds later, I was once again being pressed into the bed by a hard cock, this time without restraints. As I was repeatedly fucked, some of the men took the opportunity to use my mouth while they were waiting for my pussy. 

Again, I lost track of time as man after man mounted me and fucked me hard, my pussy becoming more and more tender with each coupling. Eventually, the men finished. Derek covered my pleasurably exhausted body with a sheet, turned off the light and closed the door, leaving me alone in the bed, to quickly drift off into a very, very deep sleep.

…to be continued 



Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 03



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I groggily became aware of a hand squeezing a bare breast, and another hand stroking my ass. A tongue played on the back of my neck, between the top of my collar and my hair, and my arousal jumped, with full consciousness lagging along far behind it.

Before I could voice a word, Derek had rolled me onto my back, pushed my thighs apart with his legs and drove his cock into me. "Oh...Derek," I moaned, trying to shake the sleep from my brain as he started fucking me. "Take...take it easy," I begged, "I'm...I'm still kind of sore."

He slowed his pace, and as my pussy quickly provided its own lubrication, the harsh friction dissolved into a kind of pleasurable irritation.

"I can understand," he said, grinning down at me. "A couple of the guys and I watched the tape after you went to sleep," he said as he stroked in and out of me, leaning down briefly to suck a nipple into his mouth. "You got fucked nineteen times last night."

I gasped, both at the number itself and how clueless I had been as to the number of times I'd been taken.

Derek continued to slowly push deeply into my pussy. "And there was some disagreement about how many times you came," he added, driving into me especially deep. "I counted nine, Marshall thought it was eight and Jeff thought it was eleven." 

Those numbers I had no problem believing – I had never come so hard, so many times, in my life. Derek drove his tongue into my mouth, his hands reaching under my ass to lift me up and spread my legs.

I surrendered once again to the wave of intense pleasure as Derek fucked me more vigorously, finally groaning and coming deep inside me. After a moment, he rolled off and laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"We forgot to have the camcorder on for that one," he said, rubbing my leg.

"Hey, are you hungry?" he asked. I suddenly realized I was famished, not having eaten anything since the "lunch" on the airplane yesterday. "Am I ever," I said. Derek reached over to a nightstand to grab a menu. "Listen, why don't you go take a nice long shower, I'll have room service bring up a nice big breakfast for us?"

He reached around my neck and took off my collar.

"That sounds great, Derek," I said, rubbing my neck. "Thanks."

I headed off for the shower, turning on the water and looking at myself in the mirror as the water warmed up. 

Nineteen times. All on video. And that was just the first night...

I took a long, luxuriously hot shower, carefully lathering every inch of my body, taking special care with my tender nether lips. I knew that I wouldn't be able to endure last night's pace right away today, I'd have to figure out a way to give myself a little rest...

I stepped out of the shower, toweled myself off and slipped on one of the hotel's Turkish terry cloth bathrobes. I smelled a delicious aroma of coffee, bacon and pancakes, and walked back into the main room of the suite, where Derek was arranging breakfast on the small dining table.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I got a bit of everything," he said as he filled a glass with orange juice. "Everything sounds about right," I said hungrily, sitting down to an omelette, croissant and two strips of bacon.

I ate ravenously, and Derek and I chatted about the previous evening – how much his friends had enjoyed my body, and how much they were looking forward to the rest of the weekend.

"I...I really enjoyed it too, but I guess you already knew that from the video," I said with a laugh. "Um...I don't know how fast I'm going to be able to, ah, do it again, though..." I said, as I finished my breakfast.

Derek smiled. "We figured that might be a problem, Tammy, so for the afternoon all we're going to do is hang out at the pool. You can rest up, get some sun and later tonight," he said, walking behind me and slipping his hands inside my robe, fondling my breasts, "we'll have some more fun."

He pinched my nipples, and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Besides," he said, "I think the guys want to use your mouth and ass today, too." I shuddered at the thought of six men taking my ass, and leaned my head back to accept Derek's tongue in my mouth. Our tongues swirled for a long, sensuous moment, and then a little light bulb went off in my head.

"Um, Derek, I uh, didn't bring a swimsuit."

He smiled mischievously. "Oh, don't you worry about that Tammy, we did a little shopping after dinner last night." He walked to a closet and pulled a shopping bag from inside it.

"For you."

I swallowed, and reached inside the bag, pulling out what appeared to be a single piece of neon orange nylon fabric. I unfolded it and tried to understand how it would go on my body, without success.

"It's a sling, Tammy," Derek said as he moved behind me and untied the belt of my bathrobe, pulling it off my body. He helped me into the skimpy suit, and we walked into the bathroom, where one wall was covered with a mirror. The sight took my breath away – imagine a microthong, with a two inch wide piece of fabric looping from the front, over my breasts, and around my neck.

"Derek...I..." I began, not at all sure that I could go out in public like this. I turned to the side – from the rear, I was basically naked.

"Come on, Tammy," he said with a smile, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Why else do you work out so much, if not to have a body to show off? So show it off..." he kissed my neck. "There are waitresses at Hooters who'd kill to be in the kind of shape you're in..."

That, I knew, was an exaggeration. But perhaps not much of one...

"But Derek, I don't know if I..."

His eyes caught mine in the mirror. "Tammy," he said, "surely if you can walk into a convenience store wearing only lingerie, you can sit by a swimming pool in a swimsuit?" His hands caressed the exposed sides of my breasts.

I looked again at myself in the mirror – I was in good shape, and Derek had helped me discover my exhibitionist side...

"Besides," he said. "You don't really have much of a choice. It's what I want you to wear, and it's what the rest of the guys are expecting you to wear."

I swallowed and looked at myself in the mirror, secretly happy to have Derek controlling me like that. Even without the collar, I couldn't disobey him. "I...ok Derek, I...I'll do it."

His hand rubbed my ass. "That's good, Tammy. Slip on your high heels – that'll help show off your legs and ass -- and let's get down to the pool, the guys are already waiting, they've saved a couple of choice chairs for us."

He grabbed one of his shirts from the closet. "Here, you can wear this as a coverup until we get to the pool." I slipped it on, feeling suddenly very sexy wearing a man's dress shirt on top of such a skimpy swimsuit.

I looked out the window at the blazing sun – "I, uh, my skin is pretty sensitive to sun, Derek..."

He took me in his arms. "We've got some very powerful sunscreen at the pool, and all six of us will make very sure every inch of your skin is protected..."

He kissed me deeply, then we grabbed our sunglasses and walked out of the suite, and down to the pool.

The sky was perfectly clear, and a light breeze blew across the massive swimming pool. I saw Derek's friends on some lounge chairs, which were slightly shaded by palm trees. Two chairs among them were empty.

"Hi guys," Derek said, putting his arm around my shoulders. "Everybody have a good sleep last night?" The men all murmured their agreement, and I could sense their eyes on my body. Derek turned to me and slowly began unbuttoning the dress shirt that he had loaned to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw David holding the camcorder, taping the scene.

Finally, having unbuttoned all the buttons, Derek walked behind me and pulled off his shirt. His friends clapped and whistled, as I stood there in the sling suit, exposing almost all of my body. Derek rubbed my ass, and leaned down to pick up a large bottle of sunscreen.

"Now guys, Tammy here says she's got very sensitive skin, so we need to make sure every inch of her stays covered with suncreen. David, since you rolled the number six last night, how about you go first in making sure our beautiful lady keeps her skin nice and white?"

David smiled, handed off the camcorder and lifted his muscular frame from the lounge chair, taking the bottle from Derek. "I'd be happy to, Tammy," he said as he filled his palm with a large puddle of the oily sunscreen, and then began applying it to my back and arms. Despite the sun's heat, I shivered at the sensation of having my nearly-nude body oiled up in public.

He filled his palm again, and this time applied it to my ass and the backs of my thighs. He finished my legs, then walked in front of me.

"OK, Tammy," he whispered. "Put your hands on top of your head."

I gulped, and slowly raised my hands, the action causing the tiny triangle of fabric that covered my pussy to stretch. I watched as David again filled his palms with sunscreen, and began rubbing my shoulders, then down to the sides of my breasts, then my chest, stomach and hips. I looked around the pool, feeling incredibly aroused at what was essentially public foreplay. I saw a couple of men, and one woman, staring at us from across the pool, as Marshall dutifully recorded the entire scene on video.

"Almost done, Tammy," David said, as he squeezed another bit of oil into his hand. "Lie down on the chair, and spread your legs. Wide."

I moved to the chair next to Derek, and slowly lowered myself onto it. Returning my hands to the top of my head, I parted my thighs, and David moved his hand to my crotch, sensuously rubbing the oil all around the substantial amount of skin left uncovered by the swimsuit.

David smiled, wiped his hands on his broad, hairless chest and returned to his lounge chair. Derek – sitting on the chair next to me – lifted a bottle of champagne and a glass from an ice bucket between the two chairs.

"I've got my watch set, Tammy – every thirty minutes, one of us will reapply the sunscreen." 

"That's...ever so thoughtful of you," I said, accepting a glass of champagne, feeling incredibly decadent, lounging here, almost naked, by the pool, sipping champagne, while six handsome black men took care of protecting my pale white skin...

I settled back into the lounge chair and drifted off into a fantasy world, remembering everything that had happened last night. At the sound of Derek's watch alarm, my body tensed in anticipation of another application of sunscreen. This time, Marshall did the honors, lingering especially long on the sides of my breasts and my ass.

Another thirty minutes of sunbathing and champagne-sipping passed, as the men would occasionally look at me, their minds no doubt developing plans for my body later in the evening. One or two of them appeared to doze, another read Sports Illustrated, another read Barron's. 

Again, Derek's watch sounded, and I could feel my pussy moistening at the thought of another application of sunscreen.

When Jeff had finished his turn with the slick oil, I settled back and sipped my champagne, enjoying the dry breeze. I closed my eyes, opening them when I heard Derek's voice.

"Looks like you have an admirer, Tammy," he said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I had six of them, Derek," I replied. 

"Then this guy would make seven," he said. "About the eighth floor on the near wing of the hotel, just a little to the left of that light post."

I followed Derek's directions, and saw a man standing on a balcony, holding what appeared to be a camera with a long telephoto lens.

"He was out here with binoculars, and he spent quite a bit of time watching Jeff put on your sunscreen. Then he went in and got that camera..."

I licked my lips, secretly thrilled that my body had attracted such attention.

Derek handed me the bottle of sunscreen. "Let's give him something memorable, Tammy. Reapply your own sunscreen, but do it sensuously, like you were arousing yourself. Like last night," he whispered, giving me a brief kiss on the cheek.

I tried to catch my breath as I filled one of my hands with the sunscreen, trying to look up at the man on the balcony, without it being obvious that I was looking at him. I rubbed the sunscreen between my hands – as I did, the sun sparkled the diamonds in my engagement and wedding rings, and I smiled, imagining how turned on Jack would be at this very public display of my sexuality.

I slowly rubbed the sunscreen up and down each arm, twisting my torso slightly as I did. I filled my palm again, rubbed my hands together and lay back, slowly massaging the oil into the outside of my breasts, enjoying the feeling of my slick fingers caressing the warm, sensitive flesh. After I finished my chest and stomach, Derek leaned over slightly towards me.

"Tammy, expose your nipples – rub sunscreen onto them." I bit my lip, and raised my hands to my breasts, slowly tugging away the orange material that had been covering my nipples and areolae. Using my thumbs, I applied the sunscreen to my nipples, instantly bringing them to erection. I felt my pussy begin to throb as Derek pushed the exhibitionist part of my sexuality to the fore. 

"Don't cover them up until I tell you to..." Derek ordered. Leaving my nipples exposed, I again filled my hand with sunscreen, and started rubbing it on my thighs.

"Spread your legs, Tammy. Wide – put one leg on either side of the chair." I shuddered, and obeyed.

"Pull your crotch to one side – let him take a few pictures of your pussy."

I tried to catch my breath, as I nervously glanced around. No one – other than Derek's friends – had apparently noticed that my suit had slipped off my nipples. My right hand slid slowly down my oil-slicked stomach, and my fingers curled inside the tiny orange triangle. With a gentle tug, my pussy was exposed to the sun, and the stranger's camera lens.

"You don't want to get burned down there, Tammy," Derek said. I looked at him, and squeezed a bit of sunscreen onto my fingers, then rubbed the oil onto my naturally-slickened pussy lips.

"Oh Derek...I think...I think I'm going to come if I do this much more," I moaned quietly.

Derek knelt next to my chair. "Well, we can't have that, Tammy," he said in a low voice. "That wouldn't be right for a respectable, suburban wife like you..."

He pulled the swimsuit back over my nipples and pussy, then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Roll over onto your stomach, let's give him some good shots of that beautiful ass."

I brought my legs together, and then rolled over onto my stomach. Derek dribbled sunscreen onto my back and ass, then slowly started massaging it into my shoulders, working his way down my spine, his strong fingers kneading and stroking my skin.

He rubbed the sunscreen into my ass cheeks, gripping and squeezing them as he did so. His stimulation of my ass, combined with his earlier comment about his friends wanting to sodomize me tonight, fueled my arousal incredibly. Derek dribbled a thick puddle of sunscreen into the crack of my ass, and – pulling my cheeks apart – slowly rubbed the oil into the skin beneath the string.

His middle fingers reached to my rosebud, slowly spreading the sunscreen around the puckered aperture. "Oh Derek," I whispered, as I felt his oily fingers tease and tug his preferred orifice. "Yes, Tammy?" he replied nonchalantly.

"That...that is making me so horny," I whispered. "I...I want you to take my ass," I whimpered.

He released my cheeks and kissed me on top of the head. "Soon enough, Tammy," he said, then gave my ass a very hard slap, reminding me that anal sex wasn't the only way the men would enjoy my ass tonight.

Breathing heavily, I rolled over onto my back again, trying to get on top of the intense desire that was coursing through my body. Derek refilled my champagne glass, and I drank down the sweet, bubbly liquid, hoping that would help calm me down.

After a few minutes of deep breathing, my desire seemed to be under control. A shadow fell over my eyes, and I looked up to see a waiter, holding a tray with a bottle of champagne on it.

"For you, compliments of one of the guests," the waiter said, replacing the empty champagne bottle in the ice bucket with the fresh bottle, and passing an envelope to Derek.

Derek opened the envelope and smiled, passing to me the folded paper within. It was six photographs of me – one with my pussy and nipples showing, as if the photographer had been standing a few feet away from me. Another showed Derek's hands spreading my cheeks – my asshole was clearly visible.

At the bottom was scrawled "You are one hot milf. Thanks for posing – Rm. 8421."

"Milf?" I asked, turning to Derek. Derek leaned over and whispered to me – "Mother I'd Like to Fuck," he quietly explained with a smile.

"Another little keepsake for you and Jack," Derek said as he opened the second bottle of champagne.

Derek passed the photos around to his friends, and my arousal once again flared as I contemplated what might await me the rest of the day. Billy and Marshall walked over to my chair, and held out their hands. "How about a little time in the hot tub, Tammy?" Billy asked with a grin.

Thinking that that sounded like an excellent idea, I got up from the lounge chair, stumbling slightly from my arousal and the champagne. Marshall turned on the jets, and the three of us sank into the hot bubbles, with me sitting in between the two handsome men.

"Nice pictures," Billy said as he put his arm around my shoulders. Beneath the water, Marshall's hand slid up my thigh. "Yeah," Marshall added, "I am going to have to get a copy of the video from this weekend."

Billy turned my head to him, and kissed me, slowly and sensuously toying with my tongue while Marshall's hand moved up my torso, sliding beneath the sling to cup one of my breasts. I pulled away to catch my breath, and Marshall began kissing me, squeezing my breast under the water. 

"Tammy," Billy whispered in my ear, "put your hands on our cocks."

Nervously, I moved a hand to each man's thigh, and slowly moved up to feel their erections beneath their swim trunks. I gasped as I felt how hard they were, and at the fact that I was feeling them in public.

"That's going to be in your ass in a little while," Billy whispered as Marshall continued to drive his tongue into my mouth. "I want to watch you come from having your ass fucked."

"Me too," Marshall added, squeezing my breast even tighter.

I gasped for breath, and saw Derek and the other three men standing at the edge of the hot tub, watching as Billy and Marshall shared me.

"We're going up to the room, guys," Derek said with a smile. "You all come on up when you think you've got her warmed up enough."

I watched them take a few steps away, and then turned to kiss Marshall as he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Billy's fingers slipped inside my pussy, feeling the tight warmth within.

After a delicious interlude of publicly kissing, fondling and being fondled by the two men, Billy suggested it was time to head back to the suite. We climbed out of the hot tub, my skin glowing from the sun and the heat.

I looked to the chair I had been sitting in, and saw that Derek had taken the shirt I had worn as a coverup. No towels were available either.

"Oh darn," Marshall said with a smile. "Looks like you'll just have to walk back to the room like that."

"No problem," I said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, secretly delighted at the "forced exhibitionism" that Derek had created. Walking inside the hotel and through the lobby, escorted by Billy and Marshall, I drank in the lascivious stares of the other hotel guests and employees, fantasizing that everyone knew exactly what I would be doing upstairs in just a few minutes. 




Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 03



As we rode the elevator, Billy and Marshall again took turns kissing me and caressing my breasts or my ass. Finally, we arrived at the room – Derek and the others were sitting in the main room of the suite. Derek took my hand and led me into the bedroom, with the other men following. 

Derek quickly pulled off my swimsuit, and I stepped out of it, lying down on the bed, eagerly anticipating another round of intense sex. I noted that the camcorder had been set up on a tripod in the corner of the room, the red light glowing.

In a moment, all six men were naked, and I watched as Derek moved to his suitcase, and pulled out a very large bottle of lube. I swallowed hard, realizing what would be happening momentarily.

"Now when we were down at the pool," Derek said, addressing his friends, "Tammy asked me to fuck her in the ass. Now, I certainly have done that many times, but I thought that since we don't have too long before the limo picks us up for dinner, we could most efficiently satisfy ourselves by using Tammy, three at a time."

I saw one or two of the men stroking their cocks, no doubt contemplating which way they'd like to use me...

Derek lay down on his back, and gestured for me to climb on top of him. I looked down at him as I slid his cock into my welcoming pussy, and eagerly anticipated the addition of two more to the bed.

I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned to see Jeff moving across the head of the bed. "I'll be the first in her mouth," he said, presenting his erection to me. I blinked, and slowly lowered my mouth to it, engulfing the velvety head in my warm mouth.

As I sucked the hard flesh in and out of my mouth, I heard Billy declare that he was ready to take my ass. I felt Derek's hands spread my cheeks, and a moment later, a lubed finger probed into my ass. As it withdrew, I took my mouth off of Jeff's cock, and braced myself. I felt the tip of a cock press slowly against my ass, and as Derek sucked on my breasts, my ass yielded and the cock slid slowly into my rectum.

I groaned at the intense fullness, and Jeff took the opportunity presented by my open mouth to reinsert his cock. After a few awkward strokes, the men developed a rhythm, with Billy pushing into my ass and Jeff driving into my throat, while Derek would stroke up and into me from below.

After a few minutes of sodomizing me, Billy picked up his pace, driving hard into my ass and pushing deep as his cock erupted. He pulled out, and was quickly replaced by another cock, eager to find satisfaction in my ass. 

As the second cock began fucking my ass, I felt Jeff grip my head in his hands, and a moment later thick ribbons of come coated my mouth and tongue. I licked my lips as he pulled away, and looked down at Derek.

"Derek, I'm...I'm so close to coming – please, rub my clit?" I begged.

He smiled, and I felt his fingers stroking my stomach, working their way down to my clit. Another man's cock was presented to my mouth, and I closed my eyes and began sucking as Derek's fingers expertly brought me to a shuddering climax.

For perhaps half an hour, the men enjoyed my ass and my mouth. Derek remained inside my pussy, watching as his friends used my body. Finally, he fucked me hard and came deep inside me. Kissing my sweat-streaked breasts, he gently nudged me off of him.

"OK guys," Derek said, checking his watch. "The limo will be here in 45 minutes so let's get showered up and dressed up for Tammy's little night on the town." The men laughed and returned to the main room of the suite, where they retrieved their swimsuits and left for their own rooms.

A moment later, Derek returned to the bedroom, and extended his hand to me. I rose from the bed and took his hand. "Think the shower's big enough for the two of us?" he said as he kissed me deeply.

"Uh, yeah...I'm sure it will be," I responded excitedly, as he led me into the bathroom...

...to be continued.



Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 04



Derek and I stepped into the elevator. After my earlier stroll wearing nothing but my sling swimsuit, I felt almost overdressed in my black slip, black thong, black stockings and black bustier. 

As we rode in the elevator, I looked in the mirror and admired how my skin seemed to glow – had it been the time in the sun, or the sex in the room an hour before? Perhaps the anticipation of the evening to come, including a small, mysterious duffle bag that Derek was bringing with him for our night on the town.

We walked out of the air conditioned lobby into the early evening, where a stretch Escalade awaited. The driver opened the back door, leering slightly at my erect nipples as he held it open, and Derek waited as I climbed in. The other five men were already inside, a couple of them sipping drinks. Martin picked up the camcorder and began recording.

"Sorry we're late, guys," Derek said as he sat down on my right, with Marshall to my left, as the vehicle slowly pulled away from the hotel. "Our little lady here needed a little satisfaction in the shower." Marshall put one arm around my shoulders, and squeezed my breast through my slip with his other hand.

"No problem, Derek," Billy said as he and the others watched Marshall fondle my breasts and kiss my neck. Derek leaned next to me and whispered in my ear...

"Tammy, you're not supposed to be sitting on your slip, remember?"

I lifted myself up slightly off the seat, and pulled my slip up to my hips, then lowered my bare ass to the soft leather seat.

"That's better," Derek said as he ran a finger slowly up the inside of my thigh.

"Hey Tammy," Martin called from behind the camcorder, "how about you spread those legs and show us your panties?" The other men clapped enthusiastically, and I looked into the camera as I slowly spread my thighs, my black lacy thong and stockings in sharp contrast to the pale white skin of my upper thighs.

Marshall's hand slid up my left thigh, stroking my bare skin, before his fingers slowly pulled my thong to one side, exposing my tender pussy lips. Marshall drove his tongue into my mouth as his fingers toyed with the rapidly moistening flesh between my legs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Billy moving towards me. "That pussy looks good enough to eat," he announced to his friends. "So I think that's just what I'm going to do."

A moment later, I felt his tongue flicking across the sensitive folds, as Marshall continued to French kiss me and Derek pulled down my slip, exposing my right breast and pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I reveled in the tongues and touches of three men, and felt another orgasm begin to well up inside me.

I saw Martin move closer with the camcorder, to capture Billy's tongue between my legs. 

"Don't let her come too fast," Derek told Billy. "She has to earn it," he added as he lowered his mouth to my breast.

Billy pulled back from between my legs. "Not to worry, Derek, I can time this exactly right." I briefly wondered about Billy's odd response, but forgot about it as I felt Billy's lips move to my bare upper thigh, kissing and licking the sensitive skin, while Derek continued to tease my nipple and Marshall continued to French kiss me. 

I swam in the delicious sensations coursing through my body as the vehicle moved through the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas. Billy occasionally teased my pussy with his tongue as I sensed the limo moving slowly – maybe we were stuck at red light or something...

"OK Billy," Derek whispered as he squeezed my breast hard in his hand. "Make her come."

Billy spread my thighs wide and drove his tongue deep into my pussy. I closed my eyes, anticipating my imminent orgasm, when I heard the sound of the limo window on my left being lowered. I gasped as I realized we were at a Starbucks drive-thru window, and the man working the window would have an unobstructed view of my orgasm.

Billy's tongue started working furiously on my clit, and I gasped as I stared at the college kid in the coffee shop, his eyes wide as he handed a couple of trays full of drinks through the lowered window of the limo. I stared into his eyes for a moment, feeling a twin rush of excitement and embarrassment, until finally I closed my eyes and surrendered my body to the pleasure that Billy's tongue was trying to draw from it.

Gasping for breath, I opened my eyes again to see the young man leaning on his elbows, watching me. "Thanks for the tip," he said with a smile. "Hope the rest of your night is as good as that was!" he added.

With a whirrrrr, the window closed again and we pulled back into traffic. My head fell back against the seat as I recovered from an orgasm made all the more powerful by my having it while a total stranger watched. Billy sat back in his seat, a huge smile on his face.

"Enjoy that, Tammy?" Derek said as he pinched my nipple again. "I...um...yes, yes, I did enjoy that," I admitted breathlessly. "Then I think you'll quite enjoy the rest of the evening," Derek said with a smile.

For a few more minutes we drove through the city – David unzipped his trousers and asked me to suck him as we continued to the restaurant. Kneeling in front of him, with Martin recording the whole scene for posterity, I slowly licked and sucked David's cock, until I felt the limo stop, and heard the driver's door open and slam shut.

I returned to my seat, covering up my breasts with my slip, just before the driver opened the door to the passenger compartment. "I think you'll like the dinner we have planned for you, Tammy," Derek said with a smile as he reached for the small duffle bag.

We all stepped out of the limousine, in front of what appeared to be an old Victorian home that had been converted into a restaurant. Derek put his hand around my waist, rubbing the silk against my skin, as we walked up the steps and through the front door.

Derek spoke briefly to the hostess, an attractive, dark-haired woman perhaps a year or two younger than me, who smiled at me as she led the seven of us to a large, private dining room that was softly lit, with a set of candles on the table and on the mantle of a fireplace on one wall.

Derek motioned to a chair, and held it for me as I sat down, then he sat down on my right side, with Martin to my left.

"So what brings you to Vegas?" the hostess asked as she filled our water glasses. Derek put his arm around me and smiled. "The six of us are trying to breed our white friend Tammy here," he said casually. "Would you believe she's been fucked more than twenty-five times in the last 24 hours?" My heart raced as I listened to Derek's summary of the weekend.

"Well, she sure looks like she's enjoying it," the hostess said, winking at me. "My name is Penny, I'll check back with you through the evening just to make sure you have everything you need."

She turned in the doorway, and spoke to Derek. "Just to let you know, our wait staff are very discreet, and our walls are quite thick and soundproof – one of the benefits of older construction."

Derek nodded, as she closed the door. 

"Tammy, you're sitting on your slip again," he said as he glanced at my lap. I lifted myself up off the chair slightly, pulled up my slip, and sat down again, the cool, smooth wood hard against my bare ass.

I looked around the circular table, to see that Derek and his friends weren't looking at the menu, but rather, were looking at him expectantly. I saw him reach down and place the duffle bag on his lap.

"Tammy, we're going to have a very nice dinner here tonight," Derek began. "And we've got a little present for you, between the main course and the dessert."

He unzipped the duffle bag, reached in and slowly withdrew a long, black dildo, placing it on the table in front of me. I stared at the thick phallus – it was shaped like a penis at one end, and at the other it rounded off and had perhaps an inch long, quarter-inch thick extension connected to a flat base. 

As Derek placed a tube of lubricant next to the dildo, my heart raced as I realized it was a butt plug.

"After you've finished your dinner, you'll wear this in your ass for the rest of the evening, until we get back to the room," he said as he placed a hand on my thigh, moving slowly upwards to my pussy.

I stared as if hypnotized by the inanimate object on the table before me, the black latex such a stark contrast to the starched white tablecloth. 

I looked at Derek, my eyes conveying both my apprehension and acceptance of his wishes. He smiled, and handed a menu to me. "I understand they have an excellent Chilean sea bass," Derek said, turning his attention to the menu.

A tuxedo-clad waiter opened the door, accompanied by an assistant. We ordered a couple of bottles of wine, and as the assistant set out our wine glasses, he nonchalantly moved the black dildo and lubricant closer to the middle of the table.

The dinner and wine were excellent, though every time I moved a fork or spoon to my food, my eyes momentarily focused on the black butt plug that hovered just beyond the edge of my dinner plate. Occasionally, one of the men would walk behind me to fondle my breasts, or kiss me deeply, sometimes while the waiter or his assistant watched.

As the men told stories and laughed, the wine glasses were attentively refilled, and I finally consumed the last forkful of sea bass on my plate.

In a few minutes, as the staff busied themselves clearing dishes, Derek leaned over to whisper in my ear. 

"Ready, Tammy?" Derek said with a smile. I gulped, and looked down at the butt plug. "Um, yeah...I...I guess I am," I stuttered.

Derek stroked the bare skin of my back above my slip. "Very good. Why don't you go stand by the fireplace, turn your back to the table, and put it in, so we can all have a good view?"

I blinked, my eyes still focused on the sex toy. "You...you want me to put it in...in my ass?" I whispered anxiously.

"That's right, Tammy," he said commandingly.

I gulped again, and reached for the butt plug, amazed at how heavy it felt in my hand. I opened the tube of lubricant, and squeezed what I thought was a generous amount on the head-shaped tip.

Nervously, I moved back from the table, noticing Martin holding the camcorder as I did, and walked slowly to the fireplace. I could sense the eyes of everyone in the room on me as I turned to face the fireplace, and pushed out my ass towards the room. 

Taking a deep breath, I lowered a hand to the back hem of my slip, and slowly pulled it up my legs and over my ass, revealing my black stockings and black thong. As I tried to pull my thong to one side, my slip fell back down my legs, and again I lifted it up to the middle of my back.

"Here, Tammy, let me hold that for you." I heard the soft, feminine voice, and saw Penny standing to my left. She ran her hand slowly up the flesh of my ass, then held the slip in the middle of my back.

"Th-thank you," I gasped. I had never been touched sexually by a woman before – had never, in fact, even wondered about it, but now, I found Penny's helpful touch so incredibly erotic...

I broke eye contact with her, and shut my eyes, reaching around with one hand to both pull away my thong, and to spread my cheeks. With the other hand, I slowly moved the tip of the butt plug into position against my asshole, and after pausing a moment to try to relax, started pushing it into my ass.

I groaned as it moved slowly, deeper and deeper into my bowels. 

"You've got a beautiful ass, Tammy," Penny whispered in my ear. "I don't know who I envy more, you, or the men who are fucking you."

Her lust seemed to melt my pussy, as I continued to push the toy into me. Finally, my sphincter closed over the skinny tip at the end, and the plug seemed to fill me completely and I exhaled in both relief and anxiety. Penny let my slip drop back over my ass.

"Th-thanks again," I said, looking into her eyes. "No, thank YOU, Tammy," she said softly. "The pleasure was all mine." Penny then took my chin in one hand and planted a soft, delicate kiss on my lips as she gently caressed my breasts through the slip.

As her lips lingered on mine, I found myself hungering for her tongue, and as if she could read my mind, I felt her mouth open slightly, and her soft, warm tongue slipped into my mouth. 

After an intoxicating moment, she pulled away, and stroked my cheek. "Sweet Tammy," she said, "maybe if they don't breed you, you can come back in a few weeks and we can have a little girl fun together?"

I gasped, my arousal so incredibly acute, as she turned and walked out of the room.

After standing there in a daze, my attention returned to the room, and I walked back to my seat, the butt plug seeming to magnify the intensity of every movement. I sat down, the action making the plug move inside me.

"That was totally spontaneous, and very hot, Tammy," Derek said. "Have you ever been with another woman?"

"No...never," I replied. "I...I can't believe I just French-kissed a woman."

"And it's on tape – another first."

The dessert was delicious – a chocolate crème brulee, served with a perfectly complementary port. But nothing was as sweet as the kiss I had shared with Penny.

"How's the butt plug feeling, Tammy?" Derek whispered as he finished his dessert.

"It's...it's good," I replied. "It's feeling kind of hot."

Derek smiled. "The core of it is the same stuff that's in handwarmers or bootwarmers – it'll heat up to about 105 degrees, and stay there for up to six hours."

I gasped at the thought of having my bowels filled with a hot phallus for that long.

A few minutes later, we left the room and the restaurant. I looked around in vain for Penny, thinking we might share another kiss, but Marshall took my hand and led me to the limousine while Derek settled the bill.

Finally, Derek joined us, and the limo pulled away from the restaurant. The buttplug continued to feel like it was getting hotter and hotter, and my pussy seemed to be flooding in response. Derek squeezed my breast through my slip, and gave me a long, delicious kiss.

When he finally pulled away, I let my hand slowly drop to his crotch, stroking his erection through his trousers. "So, are we going back to the hotel now?" I asked eagerly.

Derek laughed. "Tammy, my dear, we're in Las Vegas and the night has only just begun." He patted the duffle bag. "But I promise, you'll have a very adventurous evening before we head back to the hotel."

I looked at his smile, and shifted in the seat, my bowels impaled on the hot butt plug, and wondered just what else Derek and his friends had planned for me....

...to be continued



Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 05



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Once again, the limousine moved through the brightly lit streets of Las Vegas. My heart raced as the butt plug continued to warm deep in my ass, and as Derek and his friends took turns kissing me, sucking on my nipples or teasing my pussy.

Jeff unzipped his pants, and Derek placed a hand on my back, pushing me towards his friend's cock. As I knelt in front of Jeff, sucking and licking his erection, another man knelt behind me, lifted my slip above my ass and started squeezing and caressing my ass cheeks, the movement causing the deeply embedded butt plug to shift pleasurably inside me.

As my head bobbed up and down on Jeff's cock, I felt the limo speed up, as if we were going on a highway. A few minutes later, Jeff gripped my head in his hands as he flooded my mouth with his come. I eagerly swallowed, and licked the last few drops off the tip of his cock. I turned in the direction of a tap on my bare shoulder, to see another cock waiting for the attentions of my lips and tongue.

As I lowered my mouth to the head, I noticed that the road we were traveling on was dark – no more neon, not even streetlights. I closed my eyes, and pushed the cock into my mouth, hungry for another salty spray across my tongue and tonsils.

After I finished two more blowjobs, I felt the car slow, then stop. I looked out the window, and we were in a circular drive, in front of what appeared to be a nightclub. Looking towards the door, I saw a steady stream of people walking into the building, many of them wearing what appeared to be costumes of some sort.

"We're here," Derek said as he reached for the duffle bag and unzipped it. He reached inside, and pulled out my leather collar. "This club is having a 'fetish night' tonight, Tammy, and you're going to go as a sex slave," he said as he clicked the collar around my neck. I instantly felt the heightened sensitivity of every nerve ending in my body – especially the nerve endings being stimulated by the hot phallus in my ass.

"Fet..fetish night?" I gasped out as I watched Derek retrieve matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs from the duffle bag. He gently placed the cuffs around my ankles, then moved to my wrists while his friends watched, silently.

"Surely you don't have any objection to my wanting to show off my beautiful white slave?" he asked with a smile as he secured both wrists in the cuffs.

"No, I..not...not at all, Derek," I said breathlessly, aroused at his description of me as his "slave." "It's just that...that it will undoubtedly prompt another one of those incoherent, poorly-spelled public comments from that goofy dork who doesn't want these stories posted in 'Loving Wives,'" I said quietly.

Derek brought my wrists together behind my back, and clipped the two cuffs together. "Oh, you mean that moron who doesn't know how to spell 'humongous' or 'sordid?' Just ignore him, he's so pathetic his Fleshlight turns him down half the time."

Derek pulled a long, shiny metal chain from the duffle bag and clipped it to the ring on my collar, then kissed me gently on the lips. "For the rest of the night, you are to address me as 'Master Derek,' understood?"

"Y..yes, Master Derek," I replied in a whisper, the very phrase seeming to bring me to the brink of orgasm. Derek again reached into the duffle bag, and brought out a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a long, silvery chain. He pulled down my slip, clamped both my nipples, then connected the chain to the ring on my collar. He pulled my slip back over my breasts, admired the appearance of his slave, and opened the door to the limo.

The seven of us walked into the crowded nightclub, and I was astonished at the variety of fetishes represented – doctors, nurses, cheerleaders. One woman had a saddle on her back, a leather harness and leather blinders by her eyes. 

The Sapphic moment with Penny at the restaurant sharpened my admiration for the women I saw – some, like me, clearly slaves, others were leading male or female submissives through the huge club.

"Would you like a drink, Tammy?" Derek whispered in my ear. "Yes...yes, Master Derek," I replied as I admired a woman a few feet away, wearing a tightly laced corset, stockings and very little else.

"I'll go get you a glass of wine," Derek said as he handed the metal chain to Billy. 

Billy held my chain with one hand, and with the other squeezed one of my ass cheeks. I groaned as I felt the butt plug shift inside me in response. "I have to say," Billy whispered in my ear, "I originally wanted to just go back to the hotel and spend the rest of the night fucking you," he said, moving his hand from my ass to my breast. He squeezed the flesh under my slip, making the nipple clamp seem to bite harder.

"But Derek told me that this club has some very unique entertainment in a little while, and I think it'll make you all the hotter when we do get back."

Billy briefly drove his tongue into my mouth, while someone else – one of Derek's friends? Or a random club-goer? – ran a finger down one of my ass cheeks. My mind reeled at what 'entertainment' a club like this might offer, as Derek returned to my side, taking the chain from Billy.

Derek lifted the wine glass to my lips, my hands bound helplessly behind me, and smiled as I took a sip. I swallowed the cool liquid, and looked into Derek's eyes. "Th..thank you," I said quietly. "Thank you what?" Derek asked.

"Thank you, Master Derek," I replied, the phrase once again causing little bolts of lightning to course through my body from my pussy, my filled ass and my clamped nipples. 

For perhaps half an hour, we milled around the club, Derek leading me with the chain, my eyes wide at the activities of the other club-goers. At one point, when he left to go get me another glass of wine, he wrapped my collar's chain around a thick, cement pillar and I stood there facing it, bound and helpless, while he went to get me another drink.

As I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, the butt plug reemphasized its heavy, heated presence deep in my ass. I tried to control my breathing, and my growing hunger for an orgasm, as I waited for Derek to return and retrieve his slave.

After what seemed like an hour, Derek returned, holding another glass of wine, and unchained me from the pillar. He lifted the glass to my lips, and I gulped the wine into my parched mouth.

"Time to move to our table to watch the entertainment," Derek said, giving a little tug on my chain. The seven of us moved through the club to a large booth, with a low table in front of it. The seats faced what appeared to be a small stage, with a curtain pulled around it. 

The men sat down, and Derek gestured to me to sit on his lap. I sat down, and shifted my position until the butt plug was only minimally uncomfortable. I looked around the stage, and saw other booths and seats filling with other club guests.

A tall, handsome man stepped from behind the curtain, and walked to a microphone. Instantly, the audience became silent.

"Good evening," he said pleasantly, "and welcome to our first performance of the evening. We still can take volunteers for later tonight, if anyone is interested."

Derek's hand stroked my back through the slip, and I wondered what would happen to a "volunteer."

"Our first exhibition of the evening will be a newlywed couple," the host continued. "Married only a week, and honeymooning here in Vegas. We will all share with them Heather's first whipping."

A lump instantly formed in my throat as I heard the words, and I watched as the curtain slowly rose. At the back of the stage stood a young, casually dressed man. Standing next to him was a beautiful, tanned, young woman, a white blindfold covering her eyes, and wearing a white gown that looked something like a toga. Long, white gloves covered her arms up to her elbows.

I licked my lips as I watched the two of them walk slowly to a place on the stage where a pair of manacles hung from the ceiling. Derek slowly stroked my back as the husband reached behind his wife, and slowly stripped off the toga. She stood there, motionless in the spotlights, wearing only white – shoes, stockings, a lacy garter belt and silk panties and a lacy white, strapless bra.

I eyed her firm, young body hungrily as her husband raised her wrists to the manacles, and the host slowly and carefully secured her wrists, high above her head. They then turned her body slightly, so her right side was to the front of the stage, and my mind raced, wondering if the lingerie she was wearing for her first whipping was the same lingerie she had worn under her bridal gown last week. 

I wondered if she had known when she married her husband that she would be whipped on her honeymoon. Had her submission been a whispered wedding night gift to him? Or a condition he had placed on their engagement? My pussy dripped as I imagined this young woman's story, and what she was feeling, up there on the stage, being prepared to be whipped. 

The host spread her legs, and began securing her ankles, using ropes looped through hooks on the floor of the stage.

I watched as her husband kissed her deeply while the other man finished binding her ankles. The husband squeezed his bride's breasts, gave her another kiss on the lips, then slowly walked to one side of the stage. From the shadows, another man appeared – his muscular body clothed in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He picked up a long, black riding crop from the floor, and took up a position to the side of, and slightly behind, the bound woman.

Did she realize that her husband wasn't going to be the one whipping her? He might be expected to show mercy, to make the whipping a more sensuous experience. But the man now eyeing the shapely ass beneath her white silk panties would not – his only interest would undoubtedly be inflicting the most painful red welts across the ass now being presented for his expert chastisement. 

From the shadows, the master of ceremonies slowly pushed something that resembled a vaulting horse out onto the stage, until the heavy equipment pushed against the young woman's hips, presenting her rear even more attractively, and limiting her ability to shift forward to soften the blow of the whip.

The master of ceremonies retreated again into the shadows, while the black-clad man holding the riding crop gazed at his bound, blindfolded victim. I licked my lips, my mind filled at once with both fear and admiration for the depth of this young woman's submission, and intense curiosity as to what she might be thinking and feeling.

I saw another movement near the stage, and watched as the husband walked slowly to his new wife. He whispered something in her ear, and touched her back gently. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her white silk panties down her legs as far as he could, ensuring that her pale skin would not be afforded even that slight protection from the stinging kiss of the riding crop.

Everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath as the man holding the whip took another step towards Heather. He eyed the naked ass one last time, then slowly raised his arm. With a black, blurry flash and a sharp whistle, he brought the crop down hard across Heather's ass. I jumped in Derek's lap at the sound of the crop striking her, and the woman gasped and squealed at the blow. The room seemed electrified as dozens and dozens of guests watched as a red welt slowly formed on the white skin of her ass.

I stared at the woman's chest, the delicate white bra moving with the woman's every labored breath. The man on the stage paused briefly to admire his handiwork, then raised the crop again, and with another whistle and another crack! another welt was raised, almost perfectly parallel to the first. The woman gasped and moaned, shifting her body as much as her bonds would allow.

My pussy ached as I watched the woman's whipping – Derek's gentle stroking of my back such an incongruously arousing addition to the scene on the stage and the butt plug in my ass. After what must have been a dozen strokes, the man with the crop retreated into the shadows, and the husband reemerged onto the stage.

He placed a hand on one of his wife's reddened ass cheeks, and she startled at the touch. He moved his lips to hers, and she kissed him deeply, desperately. I wondered if her kiss was a sign of relief that the whipping was over? Or a sign that it had aroused her uncontrollably?

The husband whispered something in her ear, and after a moment, she nodded her head slightly in agreement. The husband smiled, and nodded to someone offstage. The husband slowly walked behind his wife, pausing to run his fingers down her freshly-whipped ass, and slowly unfastened her bra, pulling it away from her body.

From the shadows, the man who had whipped Heather reemerged, this time holding something that looked like a braided leather belt whose braids had become undone on one end. He took up a position perhaps a yard in front of her, and I felt my heart pound as I realized he was going to whip her breasts for an encore.

My clamped nipples seemed to spark as the belt's first blow fell sharply across one of the woman's nipples. She wailed – in agony? in pleasure? – as another blow fell across the other breast. I watched in morbid fascination as her breasts reddened under the expertly-handled leather belt.

Finally, the sadistic task completed, he retreated offstage again. The husband returned to his bride, and was once again welcomed with a deep, frantic kiss. He lowered his mouth to her nipples as I watched and wondered what a tongue would feel like on flesh made so sensitive...

I watched the stage as if hypnotized as the curtain was slowly lowered. My mind continued to race, imagining the husband seizing the opportunity to sodomize his bound, whipped bride. Or releasing her from her bonds, only to have her fall to her knees and hungrily fellate him.

"Tammy?" Derek said loudly, shaking me back to the present. "I...I'm sorry, Derek, um, Master Derek," I stuttered, trying to get my brain and body back to the here and now.

"You certainly seemed to enjoy that," he said, squeezing one of my ass cheeks. "I..I've never seen anything like that," I replied honestly. I was unable to deny that I had enjoyed it, but was equally unable to admit it, either.

His hand stroked my spine. "They said they'll have room for another volunteer later in the evening, if you're interested," he said, looking at me. I froze, torn between an intense, curious envy for the woman's experience and a paralyzing fear of that same experience.

"I...I think I'd, um, rather go back to the hotel early," I gasped finally. Derek continued to stroke my back. "OK," he said, "but if you change your mind..."

"Yes, Master Derek," I replied quietly, the phrase once again making my pussy twitch in arousal.

"Why don't we go get you another drink, Tammy?" Derek said. "You guys hold the table," he told his friends as he took my chain and we turned to walk to the bar.

I looked around the club and watched, amazed, as women slowly moved from their seats to between their partner's legs, their mouths beginning to suck and stroke cocks made hard by Heather's whipping onstage.

As we jostled through the crowd, part of me wished Derek or one of the other men had asked me to suck them off – performing fellatio would, perhaps, take my mind off the uncomfortable arousal I continued to feel from witnessing such a display of sexual masochism.

Derek and I stood in what we thought was a line for the bar. Derek held my chain with one hand, while he would squeeze my ass or pull on my nipple clamps with the other. My desire for an orgasm was becoming almost uncontrollable.

"Enjoying the evening so far?" 

I heard a dimly familiar voice behind me, and both Derek and I turned to see the man who had been the master of ceremonies onstage.

"Very much," Derek replied smoothly. "My slave here found the whipping very stimulating."

I gulped, as the man eyed my body up and down. "Excellent," he said with a slight smile. "Then you're in for a real thrill in about twenty minutes. Our next exhibition is my personal favorite."

Derek's hand squeezed my ass. "Really?" he replied. "Can you tell us what it is?"

The man cast a final glance at my breasts, and turned his attention to Derek. "We call it tres gotas, Spanish for 'three drops.' It's based on an old Shoshone fertility ritual. A woman is tightly strapped down, spread-eagled, on heavy wooden beams. A single drop of an extract from a specially bred variety of habanero plant is placed on each of her nipples, and near her clit."

I felt dizzy, listening to the man's description of what we would be seeing next on stage. He cast another glance at me.

"She's left for five minutes, and then her lover brings her to orgasm. The woman we're doing tonight has never had it done before. I'm told it burns worse than being branded, but the women who have gone through it say the orgasm is absolutely mind-blowing."

Derek squeezed my ass again. "Any interest in trying it, Tammy?" he asked casually. The master of ceremonies looked at me again, his eyes sharp, his mind no doubt already imagining how I would look as the fiery liquid was dripped onto my immobilized body.

"Five of my friends and I are trying to breed her," Derek explained, "so if it's a fertility ritual, maybe it would help."

I gulped. "I...I can't imagine that for five minutes," I gasped finally. The master of ceremonies smiled. "The Shoshone used to leave the woman like that for hours, until her husband found her and fucked her to relieve the burning."  

The man cast a final look at me, then extended his hand to Derek. "Well, I have to go check on things backstage. Enjoy the show."

He disappeared into the crowd.

"Sounds like it will be even more intense than the whipping," Derek whispered as he ordered two glasses of wine from the bartender. "Yes, Master Derek," I replied quietly, my mind reeling from the description of the ceremony, from the nipple clamps, from the butt plug and from the feeling of being bound in public.

Derek fed me a sip of wine, and we proceeded back to our table. As we passed one table, I looked down to see Heather, the woman who had been whipped, slowly and sensuously fellating her husband.

We rejoined our party, and Derek sat down, gesturing for me to sit on his lap once again. After another sip of wine, the host again emerged from behind the stage curtain.

"Good evening again," he said. "Our next exhibition is always a hit. We will witness a tres gotas, with a woman who has never experienced it before."

An appreciative murmur swept through the audience, and slowly the curtain was raised to reveal what appeared to be a large 'X,' with another wooden extension to support the head and torso, made from wood that appeared to be about the size of railroad ties.

A young couple walked onto the stage – a casually dressed man, and a blonde woman wearing only a long, white tunic. The woman looked warily at the timbers where she would be bound.

Her partner stripped off her tunic, and she stood nude on stage. She was beautiful – large, firm breasts, a flat stomach and perfectly proportioned hips. The man placed a hand on her back, and pushed her to the wooden platform.

She lifted herself onto the center, then paused to give her lover a long, deep kiss. Pulling away, I watched her blink, and then she slowly lay down on the 'X,' stretching her arms and legs along the wooden limbs, opening her delicate, pink pussy for the audience to see.

Two men moved from the shadows offstage, and began tightly securing her with leather straps – one under her arms and across the tops of her breasts, another across her stomach. Her arms were secured with a strap at the wrists, and another strap near the elbow. 




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Her widespread legs were similarly secured – a strap on the upper and lower thigh, and another strap at the ankle.

I watched, spellbound, as the woman's body was slowly and carefully immobilized. Once again, I wondered what was going through her mind – had she seen this done at the club, and wanted to try it? Or had her lover seen it done, and insisted that she undergo it? 

The woman's lover kissed her again on the forehead, then ran his hand along her thigh. He paused at her pussy, and slowly spread her pussy lips. In the spotlights of the stage, I could see that her pussy was gleaming wet.

The two men who had bound her approached her on either side, and the master of ceremonies took a position between her legs. Each man held a tiny vial. As the master of ceremonies nodded, each man withdrew a small dropper from the vial. For a long moment, the men held the droppers over the bound woman's nipples and clit. I watched the tiny drops fall onto the targeted flesh, and the men quickly and silently moved back into the shadows.

After a few seconds, the bound woman gasped, and I could see the muscles in her legs and arms strain against the leather straps as she began to struggle against the intimate burning that she would have to endure for another five long minutes. She rolled her head from side to side, and let out a long, desperate moan that crescendoed steadily into a shouted plea for relief.

None would be forthcoming, and we all watched as she writhed and screamed as the liquid agony continued to spread throughout the sensitive nerve endings. Her body became covered with an erotic sheen of sweat as she begged for the drops to be washed away.

My clit seemed to pound as I watched the woman's bound torment. Suddenly, her lover appeared at her side. She looked into his eyes, tears staining her smooth face, as he smiled down at her and donned a rubber medical examination glove.

His hand slid down her belly, and he slowly pushed one finger, then two into her pussy. The sounds of her gasps and moans unmistakably shifted from suffering to pleasure. He brought a finger to her clit and slowly started stroking it. In what seemed to be only seconds, her body tensed, and she screamed as an orgasm swept through her body for a long, delicious moment.

She looked up at her lover, who leaned down to kiss her. I saw her say "thank you" to him, as the curtain once again slowly fell across the stage.

Derek stroked my back. "You're sure you wouldn't be interested in trying that, Tammy?" he whispered. "I...um, no, not tonight, Master Derek," I replied finally, with more certainty than I felt. He helped me to my feet and kissed my cheek, then checked his watch.

"Well, then I think we should be getting on our way. The night has yet more surprises for you, Tammy."

...to be continued 



Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 06



Note to readers: thanks as always for all the feedback, comments and suggestions! I have been able to incorporate some of them in this series, some will wait for the next. Sorry it's taken me a little while to write the next chapter, summer is crazy for a mother of three! Hope you enjoy this story, let me know if you do!

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The desert air had turned cold as we left the club, instantly making my nipples even more acutely sensitive to the clamps attached to them. Derek squeezed my ass as his friends entered the limousine, making the hot butt plug shift erotically, deep inside me.

I want to come so bad....

Finally, as the limousine driver watched, Derek unfastened my wrists from behind my back, giving me a moment to shake the ache out of my arms, a motion that made my breasts jiggle beneath the slip. He refastened the cuffs in front of me, and watched as I entered the passenger compartment. One of the men had the camcorder trained on my body.

As the vehicle pulled away from the nightclub, the erotic tension around me was electric – the men, no doubt, at least as aroused as I had been by watching the whipping and tres gotas. 

Derek pulled down my slip and removed the nipple clamps, their release bringing sharp, hot bolts of sensation as blood rushed back into the nipples. Once again, he reached for the small duffle bag, this time withdrawing the black leather blindfold that I had worn while the men had first taken me last night.

"Tammy," Derek whispered sexily in my ear, "I want you to kneel on the floor, with your breasts on the seat, facing the rear of the limo," he said, squeezing one of my breasts. Behind the blindfold, I blinked nervously. "Yes, Master Derek," I replied as I moved to obey his instructions.

A moment later, as I inhaled the rich scent of the limo's leather seats, I felt Derek slip off the seat next to me. He slowly lifted my slip above my ass and pushed it up to my shoulders. My heart raced, thinking about what my bare ass – framed by the black garters, stockings and thong – would look like to Derek's friends. I bit my lip, hoping that they might take the opportunity to fuck my pussy or my ass, to both bring me the orgasm I so desperately craved, and to take my thoughts away from the scenes I had witnessed at the club.

"We've got about forty minutes in the car," Derek said, as I felt him pull the duffle bag off the seat next to me. My heart pounded in anticipation, wondering what else he had in the duffle, and hoping that it would be something that would bring me an orgasm.

"Now I didn't bring a riding crop," he continued, "but I think this hairbrush should suit our purposes just fine for bringing a little color to my slave's white ass." As he said the words, I felt a smooth, oval-shaped piece of wood rubbed against my ass, and shuddered in anxiety and frustration – anxiety at the thought of being paddled by six men for that long, frustration at the knowledge that being spanked would only further fuel my hunger for an orgasm, without relieving it.

Derek placed one hand on my back as he rubbed the hairbrush in slow circles across my ass. Finally, he pulled the brush away, and a moment later brought it down hard, the sharp impact making the butt plug jolt inside me.

I mewed softly into the seat as Derek slowly and methodically spanked my ass with the hairbrush, each blow making the skin more sensitive for the next, and each blow also causing the butt plug to move inside me, as if teasing me with an act of inanimate sodomy.

"Who's next?" Derek asked finally. Another man took the hairbrush from him, as Derek returned to his seat next to me. As the unknown friend energetically spanked my rapidly reddening ass, Derek stroked my back and my head, whispering how hot it looked, watching me get paddled by his friends, and how much he was looking forward to the next "surprise."

One after another, Derek's friends punished my ass, some taking an opportunity to rub their hands over my skin, remarking how hot it felt. My orgasm seemed to hover just out of reach, and I felt delirious from the cumulative effect of the evening's excitement.

"Well, looks like we're here," Derek said, prompting one of his friends to give my ass a final, especially hard blow with the hairbrush. He pulled off my blindfold, and as I raised myself up from the seat, I was surprised to see that we were back at our hotel. 

Maybe my orgasm isn't too far off, I thought hopefully.

Derek disconnected my wrist cuffs. "I guess we should take off the collar and cuffs," he said as he raised his hands to the fastener on my collar.

Impulsively, I grabbed his hands, stopping him. "No, Derek, I..." I began, looking into his eyes. "I...I still want to be your slave," I said quietly.

He stroked my cheek, a smile forming on his lips. "Very well then, slave," he said. "Let's go back to the room."

We exited the limousine and Derek paid the driver. Walking again through the lobby, I felt not at all self-conscious of the leather cuffs and collar adorning my body. In fact, as I saw some of the staff and guests looking at me – a white woman wearing the unmistakable accoutrements of bondage, escorted by six handsome black men – I felt a twinge of pride added to my intense arousal, that these people would no doubt correctly assume my sexual submission to these men.

Riding the elevator together, the men took turns squeezing my ass or breasts, or kissing me deeply. We walked down the hallway to the room, and paused as Derek took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, my hunger for an orgasm welling up inside me. Derek pulled away and knocked on the door. I was somewhat confused at why he was knocking, until the door opened, and there, standing in the doorway, clad in one of the hotel's fluffy white bathrobes, was Penny, from the restaurant.

My heart skipped a beat, as I realized my lesbian virginity would soon be lost.

"Sorry it took me a minute to get to the door," Penny said, smiling at me as we walked into the suite. "I was just finishing up my shower."

Derek put his arm around me. "Tammy, I believe you remember Penny, from earlier tonight?"

Penny took my face in her hands, and planted a soft, warm, deep kiss on my lips, making my pussy gush in response. "Yes...I...I remember," I said finally, when Penny pulled away.

She lifted her hands to my breasts, caressing them through the silk of the slip, then moved her mouth next to my ear. "Your boyfriend tells me you've never been with another woman, and I just couldn't resist the invitation to be your first." She kissed my cheek, then pulled away. 

"You don't think Jack will mind if we make you a little lezzie while you're in Vegas?" Derek asked playfully, squeezing my ass. "Not...not at all," I replied breathlessly, realizing that this would fulfill another of my husband's long-held fantasies.

Martin turned on the camcorder, and pointed it at me.

"Well, before you and Penny get going, we have a little treat for you," Derek said, putting his arm around my waist and directing me into the bedroom. His friends followed, and I stood as if hypnotized as Derek stripped off my slip and thong, only hoping that whatever the "treat" was, that it would result in getting me off.

Standing by the bed, wearing only my black bustier, stockings and high heels, I watched as Derek's friends quickly undressed, their clothes forming six heaps at various points on the floor. Everyone's attention turned to Penny, who slowly untied the belt of her bathrobe and slipped it off – her body was beautiful, and I was overwhelmed by a desire to taste her pussy.

David lay down on the bed, his erect cock almost touching his navel. Derek placed a hand on my back, and told me to straddle his friend. Needing no further encouragement, I climbed onto the bed, and maneuvered David's cock into my eager pussy. I sank down onto his erection, his cock filling my pussy while the hot butt plug still filled my ass.

David sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, while his hand squeezed and caressed the other breast. I ground down onto his hips, hoping that the motion might release my orgasm.

I felt someone else on the bed, and looked behind me to see Jeff moving towards us. He kissed my back between my shoulder blades, and I began to anticipate another pleasurable "oreo sandwich" like earlier in the day, after the pool. I stopped moving on David's cock, hoping that would be Jeff's invitation to remove the butt plug, and replace it with his own cock.

David pulled me down to his chest, and I felt Jeff rub his cock over my hairbrush-reddened ass. Suddenly, I felt Jeff rub the head of his cock against my perineum, and a moment later, I felt it against the bottom of my pussy. David held me tightly against him as Jeff slowly eased his cock into my pussy, next to David's, and I gasped and groaned at the sensation of having my pussy filled with two long, hard cocks, while the butt plug continued to fill my ass.

I thought I would faint, if not from the arousal, then from the feeling of having my vagina stretched so wide and deep by two men at once. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on breathing, as Jeff's cock finally became fully embedded in my pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh, please...I...I can't take any more," I panted, my eyes tightly shut against the intense fullness, as I felt the muscles and cartilage in my groin stretch. I felt a finger stroking my face, and opened my eyes to see Derek, smiling down at me.

"See guys?" he said mischievously. "I told you she could do it if she was horny enough. Now why don't you both fuck her hard and make the lady come?"

Derek stepped away, and Jeff and David began fucking me hard, their rhythms sometimes resulting in one cock pushing deep while the other pulled back, sometimes resulting in both cocks pushing deep at the same time, widening me more than I thought possible.

My climax could wait no longer, and as I was fucked by the two men, I screamed in prolonged ecstasy as every muscle in my body seemed to release simultaneously. I collapsed onto David's chest, and enjoyed the aftershocks as the two men sought their own climaxes in my pussy.

Jeff came first, spurting his seed deep inside me, and further lubricating David's cock, which erupted moments later. The two men moved off the bed, and I lay on my side, eyes closed, awed by what I had just experienced.

I eventually opened my eyes, and looked across the room, to see Penny on her hands and knees on the floor, sucking Billy's cock while Marshall fucked her, doggy style. Despite my orgasm, I found myself growing excited as I watched the scene – Marshall gripping her hips as he drove deep into her pussy, groaning as he climaxed. A moment later, Billy, too, gasped as he came in Penny's mouth.

After Billy's cock popped from her mouth, Penny's eyes turned to me on the bed, and she smiled at me and as our eyes met, my pussy twitched. She stood up, and walked to the bed, letting me admire the slight bounce of her breasts as she joined me on the bed. Laying next to me, she stroked my face, and put a finger on my lower lip, pressing it slowly into my mouth. 

I opened my mouth, not sure what she was intending. Penny looked down at me with a smile, and pursed her lips. A long, white ribbon of sperm slowly slipped out of her mouth, and onto my tongue. I shuddered at the thrill of receiving a man's sperm from another woman's mouth, as Penny gradually dripped all of Billy's climax into my welcoming mouth.

"Very good, Tammy," she said with a smile, pressing her lips against mine and placing a hand on my breast. We French-kissed for a long moment, the taste of Billy's come lingering in both our mouths. Finally, Penny pulled back.

"Do you think you're ready to eat your first pussy?" she said, squeezing my breast. My heart raced. "I...I'd love to," I whispered in reply.

Penny smiled again. "Just lick and kiss just the way you'd like it done to you," she said. "In fact," she added, "maybe the easiest way for you to learn would be for me to lick your pussy while you lick mine."

She got up from the bed and straddled my head with her legs, then lowered her face to my pussy. I inhaled deeply, the neatly trimmed, black hair of her pussy just inches from my face, and having an incredibly sexy freshly-bathed, freshly-fucked muskiness.

I felt Penny's hair brushing my hips, followed by the warmth of her tongue tracing a path on my upper thigh, above my stockings. Placing my hands onto her firm ass, I closed my eyes, extended my tongue and licked the sensitive flesh.

I heard – and felt – Penny's moan, as she signaled her pleasure with my first attempt, plunging her tongue into my well-fucked pussy. I drove my tongue deeper, tasting Marshall's come in the process. I moved the tip of my tongue to her clit, flicking across it just the way I liked, and I felt her body tighten in response.

Again, I felt like I was swimming in a deliciously warm, swirling pool of sexual sensations as Penny licked my pussy and I eagerly returned the favor, running my tongue up and down her slit, gripping her firm ass cheeks in my hands, slurping up the gobs of white come that Penny's pussy would push out of her body into my hungry mouth. 

In the contest to see who would come first, Penny's experience overwhelmed my enthusiasm, and I lay my head down, looking up at Penny's beautiful pussy and ass, as an incredibly intense orgasm swept through my body.

Finally, Penny pulled her tongue away from my clit, placing soft, gentle kisses against the tops of my thighs. Blinking my eyes as the aftershocks dissipated, I decided that now would be an opportune moment to sample a pleasure that Jack had often enjoyed – one, I was hoping, that would quickly bring Penny to an orgasm.

Parting her cheeks, I opened my mouth, and extended my tongue to flick across the puckered flesh of her asshole. I heard her cry out in pleasure, and knew instantly that Penny enjoyed it as much as I did. As I rubbed her clit with one finger while my tongue worked over and into her ass, I could feel Penny's body tighten, until she too finally succumbed to a loud, long orgasm.

I lay back on the bed, savoring the taste of Penny on my lips and tongue, a proud and satisfied smile on my face. Penny stroked my thighs and planted playful little kisses on my bald pussy.

"That was very hot, ladies," I heard Derek say. "But it's been three weeks since I last fucked my slave's ass, and I'm getting a little impatient."

Penny lifted herself up, and turned to look at Derek. "Well, I don't see any reason why you can't fuck her ass, and I can eat her pussy?" Penny said. Penny lay down on her back next to me, then leaned over to kiss my lips. "Now you get on top of me, and I'll lick you while your boyfriend fucks your ass. Maybe I'll even give his balls a little lick too."

Penny pulled a couple of pillows under her head, and I nervously climbed on top of her, my ass raised by the elevation of Penny's head. Derek placed a hand on the small of my back, and slowly pulled the butt plug out of my ass. I groaned as it exited, knowing that the emptiness it left would soon be filled with Derek's cock.

He cast it aside, and moved into position behind me. I closed my eyes, resting my head on Penny's thigh, while I felt Derek spread my cheeks, and place the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass. With one long, slow push, he was fully inside me, and as he slowly began sodomizing me, I felt Penny's tongue resume its artistry on my pussy and clit.

In moments, I felt another orgasm well up inside me, and shake me to my core, as Derek gripped my ass cheeks, coming deep in my ass. He pulled out with a "pop," and another of his friends took his place, all the while Penny continued to expertly lick and stroke my pussy.

After Derek's friend came in my ass, I waited a moment to see if any of the other men would take the opportunity to take my ass. When no one did, I rolled off of Penny and lay next to her, placing my hand on one of her breasts and lowering my lips to the hard nipple. She stroked my hair gently.

"Mmmmmm, you're a natural, Tammy," she whispered. "Thanks for letting me be your first. I'm guessing you enjoyed it?"

"Oh, very, very much," I gasped gratefully.

She kissed my lips. "Well, my husband said I could come play with you only if I told him all the details when I got home, so I'd guess I'd better be going."

She got up from the bed, pausing to give me another kiss, and started to get dressed.

When she finished, she knelt on the bed and stroked my cheek. "Maybe you and your husband could come back and we could show him what kind of fun two women can have together?"

She kissed me again, and walked out of the bedroom, leaving me momentarily alone to reflect on what had happened tonight.

Derek walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, squeezing one of my breasts, and leaning over to kiss me. "You've got six very, very satisfied guys here, Tammy," he said with a proud smile, as his hand drifted between my legs. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?" he asked.

The question jolted open a fantasy I had entertained for years – since adolescence, in fact, a fantasy that had returned to me during the three weeks of "no climax" prior to my trip to Vegas.

I closed my eyes, thinking that the intensity of the day's sex – the swimming pool, the four ways, the restaurant, the nightclub, and then Penny – should be enough for any woman's appetite, and I should just enjoy some more sex with Derek and his friends, here in the hotel room...

Besides...would I really have the courage to ask for it? Or the strength to go through with it?

But...

When else would I have an opportunity to do it? I thought. My heart raced as I decided to ask Derek to fulfill this particular wish.

"Actually," I said softly, my voice shaking, as I looked into Derek's eyes. "There is, um, there is one thing I'd like to do..." I continued.

I stared at the ceiling as I detailed my wish to Derek. When I finished, I saw him smiling. Once again, he squeezed my breast.

"Why don't you go freshen up – take a quick shower, and let me talk to the guys and make some phone calls, and see if we can't make that happen for you?"

He took off my collar, and the wrist and ankle cuffs. I walked to the bathroom, hardly able to believe what I had just asked for, and wondering if Derek could actually find a way to make it happen.

...to be continued



Tammy's Gangbang Weekend Ch. 07



Note to readers: thanks to everyone for your patience in waiting for this episode (and the detailed suggestions for it!) Hope you enjoy it!

After leaving the hotel, Derek and I stopped at a 24-hour lingerie store, of which Las Vegas boasted a surprising number. We darted inside, and I purchased a pair of lacy white panties that would match my white bra, stockings and garter belt, worn beneath the white blouse and denim skirt that I had worn on my flight to Las Vegas, less than 48 hours ago.

As this particular fantasy had developed over the years, it had always included silk panties, and now, as I slipped them over my stockings in the nearly-abandoned parking lot as Derek watched, my heart pounded as I imagined how they would be removed.

Returning to the passenger seat of Derek's rental car, I tried to breathe normally as we left the parking lot and drove onto one of the major streets of Las Vegas. I gazed blankly out the window, amazed that the intense sex I had experienced since arriving in Las Vegas now seemed diminished to something like a mere appetizer, as I anticipated the imminent fulfillment of my deepest, darkest fantasy.

The city's hotels and casinos turned into office buildings and then into housing as Derek drove through the streets. My stomach tensed, as did my pussy.

"So does Jack know about this particular fantasy?" Derek asked as we turned onto another major thoroughfare. I squirmed in my seat, the silk panties rubbing deliciously against my ass – still tender from the spankings I had received in the limo on the way back from the nightclub.

"Um, he does, sort of," I replied as I leaned my head back on the headrest. "A few years ago, we got away for a week on St. Kitts, just the two of us. He wanted me to tell him a fantasy about me having sex with another man, and I used one kind of like this."

After a few seconds, Derek spoke again. "So what did he think of it?"

I shifted again. "He, ah, seemed pretty turned on by it, and he tried a few times to tell me stories about that kind of situation, but it seemed like he didn't really understand all the dimensions of the fantasy."

I paused for a moment.

"Actually, I don't even understand all the dimensions of the fantasy, it's just something that's turned me on for years…decades."

I looked at Derek, his handsome profile alternately illuminated and darkened as we passed through the cones of light thrown off by streetlights.

"Um, do you think it's strange?" I asked. I saw a slight smile curl up the sides of his mouth into a smile. "Well, it's not something I'd thought of, but given your other preferences, I can see how it would turn you on."

"If it makes you feel any better," he added a moment later, "Cynthia says she has similar fantasies. I always thought that was because she was black, but who knows, maybe if they're as strong for her as they are for you, maybe that's my ticket to getting her to have sex with other men. Or at least to get her to give up her ass to me."

We pulled into a driveway, blocked off by a large, imposing gate. "We're here," Derek announced as he lowered the window and pressed a button on the intercom box. 

"Yes?" the metallic voice answered. "It's Derek and Tammy, we spoke on the phone earlier?"

"Excellent," the voice said. "Pull right up to the garage, I'll meet you there." The gates slowly swung open, and my heart pounded as I looked at the enormous house, the first floor windows brightly lit despite the late hour. Perhaps a dozen cars were parked around a circular driveway in front of the house – I gulped, realizing that the number of vehicles meant that Derek couldn't be "staging" this with only his football buddies. 

My fantasy would be fulfilled with, and in front of, total strangers…

Derek slowly pulled up to the garage doors, and turned off the ignition. "Last chance to go back, Tammy," he said.

I nervously smoothed my denim skirt over my thighs, and shook my head. "No, I…I need to do this now," I whispered in reply. As we got out of the car, the garage door opened, and Derek took my hand as we walked through the garage to the house, the firmness of his grip confirming that I had, indeed, passed the point of no return on living out my fantasy.

The door to the house opened, and there, silhouetted in the light, was the master of ceremonies from the nightclub. "Nice to see the two of you again," he said matter of factly as he shook Derek's hand, and gave me a polite kiss on the cheek. We walked into an enormous kitchen, and he offered us a glass of wine, which I eagerly accepted.

"I must say, Tammy," he noted as he poured the wine, "when your boyfriend called, I had hoped you had changed your mind about trying a tres gotas." He handed the glass to me and smiled. "But perhaps another time."

I took the glass from him, noticing that my hand was shaking slightly.

"Running a sex club must be pretty profitable," Derek said, looking around the kitchen, the sort of thing one might see in Architectural Digest. Our host laughed.

"Unfortunately, no. I had a little skill and a lot of luck in the commodities pits, and I quit while I was way ahead. The club is really more of a hobby than anything else."

I downed the glass of wine, feeling like I would orgasm at any second.

"Judging by the number of cars out front, it would seem there's a lot of interest?" Derek asked.

Our host – whose name was Gary – nodded. "Indeed," he said, looking at me. "It wasn't too difficult to find a good number of men who would be interested in joining us on such short notice," he said.

"And they all know the rules?" Derek asked. 

"Such as they are?" Gary added with a chuckle. "Yes, they all understand them, and I can vouch for their ability to respect the rules. I know all of the men here personally."

"Um, have you, ah, ever done this, um, sort of thing with other women?" I asked quietly. Gary smiled. "Not too often, but yes, this isn't the first time. I think a lot of women fantasize about it, but very few have the will or the opportunity to live it out."

Gary gave me another long, lingering look – wishing, no doubt, that I were living out his fantasy instead of mine. "Well, I'll go tell the men that you're here, and that you'll be out momentarily. Why don't you get Tammy ready, Derek?" With that, he walked through a swinging wooden door, and I heard the noisy murmur of the men in the next room. I felt faint…

I'm almost there….

Derek turned to me, and without saying a word, started slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I felt my heart pound as he pulled it off my body, and walked behind me, unfastening and unzipping my skirt. He pulled it slowly down my legs, and there I stood, in my white bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels, feeling as if I was now living out every detail of my fantasy.

I blinked, and slowly moved my wrists behind my back. Derek retrieved a length of rope from his pocket, and slowly bound my wrists together – tight enough so that there was very little slack, but not so tight as to cut off circulation to my hands. My heart pounded like a bass drum inside my chest.

Derek walked in front of me, and gave me a gentle, lingering kiss on the lips, then lifted the blindfold to my eyes. He secured it, and I stood there, bound and blinded, waiting for the next stage of my fantasy to unfold.

Through the wooden swinging door, the murmuring suddenly ended, and I heard Gary's footsteps growing louder and louder. "Derek?" I whispered, my mouth dry. "Yes, Tammy?" he replied, stroking my ass through the white silk.

"Thank you," I whispered as the door swung open.

Gary took my arm and led me perhaps a dozen steps forward, through a room so silent that the only sound was the clicking of my heels on the hardwood floor. I felt the hungry eyes of an unknown number of men on my body – a body that would soon be available for the pleasure of the highest bidder.

I shuddered in excitement as Gary walked a few paces away, and I wondered if my panties were visibly damp.

"Here she is, gentlemen, as promised. Her master, Derek, offers her for two hours to the winning bidder." I licked my lips, not fully believing this was truly happening.

Gary continued, as I heard him walk slowly around me. "Derek says she is deeply submissive, and very energetic sexually. Tammy is quite talented at fellatio, and is anally orgasmic. She is also an exhibitionist, and enjoys being spanked or paddled."

I struggled to breathe, listening as the auctioneer so casually described my sexual preferences.

"To her master's knowledge, Tammy has never been whipped, although she was aroused by watching a whipping at the club earlier tonight. She has not been sexually pierced, tattooed or branded."

I felt Gary's presence behind me, and his warm fingers slowly settled on my shoulder, a touch that felt so incredibly erotic.

"At the club, I hoped to persuade her to try a tres gotas,

but she declined. Should the winning bidder be interested, I have brought along an adequate supply of the habanero extract."

I gasped, realizing that I may yet have to undergo what I'd seen done to the bound woman at the club.

And there was nothing I could do about it – it would all be up to the winning bidder…

The thought made an icy-hot shiver run down my spine, and straight into my clit.

"So, with that, shall we start the bidding at say five hundred dollars?"

I blinked my eyes behind the blindfold.

This was it…I was being auctioned…to be used for the pleasure of a man I didn't know, and would never see…

"Thank you, I knew we could count on you to get things started…" Gary said in response to the first bid. "Six hundred?"

"The bid is now six hund…seven hundred, now, seven hundred," he said, as I stood there, bound, in my white lingerie, while the bidders imagined what they would do if they had the winning bid.

"Eight hundred, thank you, doctor," Gary said.

I savored the sensations, feeling as if every nerve cell were feeding my brain with rich, vivid memories of the fulfillment of my fantasy. In a few moments, the bidding slowed, until I gathered that two men were bidding against one another.

"The bid stands at twenty two hundred dollars. Twenty two hundred going once…."

I felt my heart pound in my chest as the auction neared its climax, and I felt close to my own.

"…going twice…"

I blinked behind the blindfold, wondering what the next stage of my fantasy would be, and realizing that it would be the fulfillment of someone else's fantasy.

"SOLD! For twenty two hundred dollars. Thank you to everyone for bidding, and Christopher, if you will join me in the kitchen, we will make the necessary arrangements."

I heard the men murmuring as someone – Derek? Gary? Christopher? – took my arm and slowly led me back into the kitchen.

I was finding it difficult to breathe, as I felt three men nearby.

"I sort of suspected you'd be the winning bidder, Christopher," Gary said.

"Well, I wasn't bidding alone, as you can guess," he replied in a deep, silky bass voice.

"I thought not," Gary replied. Christopher counted out the winning bid, in what must have been hundred dollar bills, and then I felt a hand squeeze my ass.

"Mmmmm, perfect," he said as he squeezed the flesh he would now enjoy. "Just the way I like it."

Derek spoke next. "Should we follow your car to your house, so you can enjoy your prize?"

I felt a hand drift up my spine. "No, we won't be going to my house – we'll be going to my clinic, it's about two miles from here. I'm a practicing gynecologist, who enjoys an opportunity to, ah, examine my patients in ways that they didn't teach me in medical school."

My stomach knotted even tighter, imagining what might be in store for me at his clinic.

"My partner – the other bidder – has been at the clinic since Gary called," Christopher noted. "Putting straps on the exam table and the stirrups, making sure we have enough K-Y…" His hand again drifted down to my ass.

"…and putting all of our speculums and other instruments in a freezer."

I gasped at the words, and I felt so close to orgasm that a gentle wind would put me over the edge.

Gary spoke again. "Any interest in giving her a tres gotas on the exam table, Christopher?" I held my breath, awaiting my temporary owner's reply, from which there would be no appeal.

"Mmmmm, not this one, Gary," he said finally, allowing me to exhale. 

"Derek, just follow my car, and I'll see you at the clinic." Dr. Christopher squeezed my breast through my bra. "This will be worth every penny," he added in a sinister whisper.

*****

Two weeks later…

For the first time since the DVD of my Las Vegas weekend had arrived -- three days after my return, courtesy of Marshall, who was a post-production engineer at an audio-visual studio in southern California – our foreplay did not begin with my husband flipping on the television and DVD player. 

Instead, his hands slipped slowly under the satin nightshirt I wore, tracing progressively larger circles across my stomach and hips.

He kissed my neck, as he slowly unbuttoned the nightshirt. "Tell me again about the doctor's office," he whispered as he pulled the fabric away from my breasts.

"Mmmmm, you certainly like that part, don't you?" I whispered in reply. "It's the only part that wasn't videotaped," he answered, kissing me deeply. He kissed his way down my neck, to my breasts.

"After we got to the clinic," I began, my breathing becoming shallow as I recalled the games after the auction, "we walked into the exam room – the clinic was so quiet," I continued.

Jack sucked and nibbled on my nipple. "Ouch!" I startled at the sensation of his teeth, and Jack immediately withdrew. "Sorry about that, Tam," he said. 

"No..no problem, Jack," I said, recovering. "My breasts just seem a little tender for some reason the last couple of days…."

THE END

Thanks to everyone for the comments, feedback and especially suggestions! Writing fiction was actually more difficult than writing the first series – having to make sure everything flows and fits together reasonably well.

I will be also be writing "Tammy's Public Display Adventure" and "Tammy's Torture Weekend" as time permits – let me know which one you'd like me to write first, and especially send me ideas! Thanks!