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No animals were harmed in the production of this tale. ---------------------------------------------------- TAMMI'S TEMPTATION COPYRIGHT, 2000, MANGEMERDE Chapter One - A CHANGE OF PLANS - This is not how I would have chosen to tell my girlfriend about the wonderful new twist in my sex life, but we play the cards that we're dealt. When Tammi walked into the living room that morning, I was sitting on the ottoman facing the couch. Squatting a foot in front of me raised on slender haunches, an incredibly beautiful seventeen-year old seductress sat perched on the face of a young man who lay sprawled on the couch beneath them. The girl's legs were splayed wide while her hands deftly manipulated two dildos that protruded obscenely from her body. The boy's tongue snaked noisily at the well-lubricated junction where sex toy met gaping flesh. Both of her orifices were full and oozed mucous. Like a lewd roadside directional marker, my cock pointed to the twisted show being performed for my benefit. My right hand fisted my swollen member as my left squeezed gently at my tightened nut sac. This is how Tammi found us as she walked unannounced into the room. A little background is called for at this point. The highly dexterous and extremely horny young girl-slut before me is Sheila. She is my nineteen-year old son Jim's girlfriend. At this particular moment in time, Jim's face was being used as a seat cushion, a position that he was becoming quite use to. In "Sheila's Submission," I described in detail the subjugation of these two teens. More on that in a minute. Suffice it to say that for the past week I have been enjoying the bountiful fruits of my, for lack of better terms, love slaves. Sheila had no problem dominating my wimp son and had been doing so since their relationship began a year ago. Her submission to me began the day she unsuccessfully tried to indoctrinate me into her stable. I quickly turned the tables on her. Sheila was forced over my knee and at my whim, had forced her boy-toy slave, my son, to fuck her rump. She then attended to my needs with her mouth. Now this pliable young love thing and her wimp were mine to command. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy having sex with a beautiful woman as much as the next guy. But there is something particularly exciting about watching a seventeen-year old slut work her frothy pussy to orgasm using sex toys. So there I was, prick in hand when my girlfriend arrived. Tammi and I have always had a liberal sex life. She is a tall, statuesque woman with a girlish, yet mature body. We have shared many enjoyable fantasies over the years and had even gone so far as to enjoy the passions of a torrid three-way relationship (with another man) that had lasted several months. Until this week, all of our extracurricular sexual activities had been in each other's company. Tammi looked at the scene openly displayed in front of her, shook her head, and continued past us toward the bedroom. "Oopps," I stood, turning to follow. "Continue without me," I said while leaving the room. "But don't either of you cum until I return," an afterthought that was surely going to keep the kids hot and bothered. With nothing on but the radio, I walked into my bedroom. Tammi sat on the bed removing her shoes. "So when did this whole masturbating in front of the kids thing start?" Nonchalant. "This past week." To the outside listener it would have seemed a strange conversation to be having, but as I mentioned, our relationship was strong, and highly sexual. "Care to share the details?" Tammi stood, reached beneath her short skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her skirt flopped back in place as she bent to pull the skimpy garment over her naked feet. Tammi only wore underwear when she was out in public, at work, but preferred to be unfettered in my company. "Let's see." I sat on the bed by her side and took a deep breath. "Sheila jacked me off while I was sniffing her soiled panties, then I watched her rump fuck Jim's face until he came, then she made him eat his own discharge from her chest, then I forced her over my knee, spanked her, and made Jim fuck her in the ass while I held her down, then she blew me and made Jim eat my second-hand offering from her mouth, and now they are my sex slaves." Whew. I felt like the guy who did the fast- talking Federal Express TV ads a few years back. "Is that so?" Again, nonchalantly. "Other than that, there's nothing out of the ordinary going on." My hand went to Tammi's knee, stroking her silk skin softly. "Sex slaves, as in they'll do anything you tell them to?" "I haven't tried everything yet, but I'm open to suggestions." I began stoking her inner thigh moving my hand beneath her skirt. Her legs parted. "Have you fucked her?" "Not today." Tammi's hairless pussy lips were beginning to leak as I diddled her pussy. "How does Jim feel about all of this?" I could tell by her expression that my ministrations were beginning affect her. Tammi's lips parted slightly. She exhaled a little harder than normal. Her nipples dented her shirt. "Near as I can tell, he's been Sheila's ass- licking slave for awhile. I'm just someone that he has to deal with in order to keep her." My middle finger moved in and out of her wetness as I rubbed her now swollen clit with my thumb. It was hard and pronounced. Tammi is one of the most responsive women that I had ever had the pleasure of bedding. I knew that she would soon be ready for anything. "This whole thing sounds interesting. Can I play too?" Tammi leaned back and lifted her feet, propping them on the edge of the bed. Her skirt bunched around her waist, legs spread obscenely wide as I continued to finger fuck her. Her bare nipples continue their swelling beneath her thin cotton top. She began making cat-like purring sounds. "There's always room for one more," I said, "and what is it that you would have our slaves do first?" Tammi's pelvis thrust upward, drawing my probing finger deeper into her cunt. "OHHHHHHHHH!" My hand was clenched tightly between her thighs as she came; it was soaked with her wetness. Tammi bounced her hips on the bed and thrashed her head back and forth. This was one hot lady. "Enough!" she panted, forcing my hand from between her legs. "I want to save something for Jim." "How about Sheila? You've always fantasized about being with another woman. Wouldn't you like for her to lick your gash?" I brought my cum coated fingers to her mouth. One by one she licked her 'own' spew from my fingers. We had verbalized this fantasy many times during our lovemaking. Her only actual experience with another girl happened during her junior year in high school. She had been fifteen years old. Bored with the cheerleader crowd, Tammi had taken to hanging with the wild kids. She told me that she went to a party one night and things had gotten out of control. Everyone had been drinking heavily and she was already many drinks past her limit. Responding to a drunken dare, inhibitions lost, Tammi had unzipped her boyfriend's cock on the couch in front of everyone. When she bent her head to fellate him, her skirt had raised to her hips exposing her white cotton panties to the crowd of kids behind her. One of the onlookers poked at her cunt with his fingers. Without removing her sucking mouth from the boy in front of her, Tammi swatted at the intruding hand as she might an annoying insect. A naked cock replaced the finger and her next swat brought her hand in contact with a swollen pubescent dick of decent proportions. The boy grabbed her wrist and held her hand on his member, I remember she told me. Intimidated by the direction this simple, yet brazen, dare had taken, Tammi sat upright and attempted to withdraw her hand. She protested but still the boy would not let go. Her boyfriend had been watching the whole thing over Tammi's bent back and was enjoying the situation immensely. He grabbed her only free hand and held it tight. Tammi had struggled, cussed, and attempted to get away, but she was pinned to the couch, unable to move. "Come on, let's have some fun girl," the boyfriend had said. "Fuck you asshole!" Tammi wasn't going anywhere. "Maybe she doesn't like real men?" the boy holding her left hand slurred. He was shitfaced. "Fuck you too prick!" "Honey come here," unfazed by her retort, the boy yelled across the room, "I got one here that ain't interested in pricks." Honey was dynamite looking broad with hair that she wore long and straight, as was the fashion in the mid-seventies. Her tits were huge and more often than not, worn braless. She had dropped out of high school two years earlier and it was well known that she had no problem with rug-munching other women. Honey cupped the captive's chin, "If you don't like dick, then how about some of this?" She raised one side of her tube top exposing a large breast. Honey leaned forward and rubbed her distended nipple back and forth across the nose of the restrained girl on the couch. Tammi struggled but remained silent. Mouthing off to these thugs was not going to help her situation. Tammi was no virgin. She was no prude either. These kids were her peers and she knew that she was not going to be harmed. She just didn't relish being publicly humiliated in front of her friends. She decided that her best course of action was to stop struggling, let the kids have their fun, then get on with the party. Tammi stuck out her tongue and defiantly licked the nipple at her lips. "Got a hot one here," Honey screamed. She pulled her tit from Tammi's mouth and abruptly dropped to her knees spreading my future girlfriend's legs. With one hand she pulled aside Tammi's panties and flipped her head to the side, tossing away the hair that hung in her face. She then plunged face first into the helpless girl's muff, tongue first. As Tammi was told later, her cheeks flushed and she turned bright red right at the very moment that Honey's tongue stabbed at her clit. Her head was spinning as much from the alcohol as from the lewdness of the act being performed on her. Against her will or not, Tammi could not control the feelings that were being produced by the talented mouth pressed against her own cunt. "Mmmmmmmm." Aerosmith blared from the speakers. That was the only sound in the room. A crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle. No one said a word. All eyes were on the two women on the couch in the corner of the room. Seeming not to realize that the shocked boys beside her had all but released her arms, Tammi lost herself in sapphic pleasure. Her legs no longer fought the intrusion as she pushed her groin into the attacking girl's licking face. Tammi came, and she came hard. As she tells it, her outburst of pleasure was so intense, and so loud, that it caused several of the spectators to jump at the abruptness of her scream. Unrestrained, her hands went to the back of Honey's head and held it in place until her orgasm had subsided. To this day, that one episode of drunken, teen debauchery has fueled Tammi's fantasy of someday sharing her bed with another woman, only this time Tammi would be in charge. Slowly regaining her composure, "Do you think that she would, you know, suck my pussy and let me suck hers?" I knew that Tammi had been reliving her childhood experience in her mind. "Sheila will do anything that we tell her to. If she resists, I'll thrash her ass soundly." "That would be fun to watch too," Tammi said dreamily. "When do we start?" Not saying a word, I stood and left the room. I returned a minute later preceded by the two naked children, their heads bowed, anticipating, yet wary of the new development facing them. Tammi had unbuttoned her blouse and was gently rubbing a nipple. Her legs still wide and inviting. Chapter 2 - TAMMI'S WANTS AND NEEDS - "What have we here?" Tammi asked. It was obvious to me that she was consumed with lust at the possibilities that awaited her. She raised herself onto one elbow and gawked at the two naked teens in front of her. Slave- Sheila stood proudly, back straight; her firm melon- tits thrust forward, nipples puckered and erect. She didn't realize it, but by posturing herself in this way, she was inadvertently competing for my attention with the mistress of the house. My son, Slave-Jim, on the other hand, stood meekly to the side, his hands cupped timidly in front of his now wilted prick. His submission to Sheila must have pained him enough, but now, here he stood, naked in front of my girlfriend as well. He was obviously scared shitless. Without a moment's hesitation, Tammi took control. "Kiss it!" she said, pulling aside her bunched skirt and exposing more of her pre-moistened slit. Hearing the barked command, Jim instinctively began to kneel. "Not 'you 'wimp, HER!" Jim retreated immediately. Sheila's eyes widened in shock. She was use to being in charge (of my pussy son Jim) and had only just begun to get comfortable with the fact that I now owned her, body and soul. Now here was this mature woman, my girlfriend, who had abruptly entered the picture and was suddenly ordering her to kiss the shaved pussy that peeked obscenely from under her parted skirt. "But I've never ... I mean ... what am I ... " I put my hand on her shoulders and pushed her firmly to her knees. Sheila's face was now no more than six inches from Tammi's dripping hole. Even standing, I could smell her arousal. As close as Sheila was, the aroma must have been very stimulating. "Tammi, I wish to introduce you to our new playthings. These two slaves are here to serve our pleasure. Your wish is their command." My open hand dropped fast, striking Sheila's bare ass sharply. She bolted upright, squealing under her breath but not saying a word. The impression of my hand had tattooed her bottom. This was one hot slut. Tammi looked at Sheila's face across the expanse of her own body, "If that's so, then why hasn't my pussy been kissed yet?" Before I could raise my hand, Sheila pressed her lips to the open cunt before her. At first it was just a light peck, like one that you might place on another's cheek, but the slut did not remove her lips after she had administered the touch. Sheila closed her eyes. Her lips parted ever so slightly and I saw her tongue reluctantly leave her mouth. She licked at the hardened clit slowly, unsure of how to proceed. "Do it like you enjoy having yours done." Tammi directed, almost compassionately. She unzipped her intrusive skirt. With her top already unbuttoned, this left her all but naked on the bed. Sheila's licking became more exaggerated. Her tongue dipped into the cleft of Tammi's ass, teasing in the direction of her anus, then swabbed forcibly back up until it passed over the clit. She repeated the motion, once, twice ... "Uggghhhh!" Relaxing a little, Sheila brought her hands to my girlfriend's ass and spread cheeks apart. Her next down stroke brought her tongue in contact with Tammi's puckered asshole. "YESSSSSSS, OH YESSSSSSS ... FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR TONGUE, BITCH!" Sheila was lost. She rolled her tongue into a tight spear and propelled her face into the dank opening. In and out, in and out, in and out. I leered from above, straining to see around my own outstretched organ. My left hand raised to my bare chest and began stroking the gumdrop nipple that it found. 'This was hot!' I thought, 'there could not be a man on the planet who would not pay good money to witness the scene that was being played out at my feet.' I raised my right hand and sought out the first nipple's twin. Finding it, I allowed myself a heavy expulsion of air. I don't think that I had taken a breath since Sheila's lips first found her lady's snatch. "UGGGGGHHH, damn you're good," panting, Sheila's tongue continuing to fuck her sweaty shithole. My dick throbbed from lack of attention but there was no way that I was going to interrupt this special moment to satiate my own need. Sheila withdrew her thrusting tongue from the dark place. She resumed her up-down motion, painting her saliva from asshole to clit. Strands of spit-cum stitched Tammi's gash. Liquid pleasure oozed from the open snatch at her lips. Suddenly (unexpectedly) my view of the feast below was eclipsed by my forgotten son's hand encircling my straining cock. I was so engrossed in the activity beneath me that I had not seen Jim step behind me. Petal soft hands stroked my penis. Fag-boy was watching the lez show around my shoulders and jacking me off. 'Any port in a storm' I thought, pushing my mast further into his outstretched hand. I felt his diminutive, yet hard, penis pressing into my thigh. Slave-Jim's free hand began to poke at my crack. His fingers found my anus and began dancing on the puckered opening. Pre-cum seeped from my piss slit as a stray finger pressed into my nether hole. 'Oh fuck,' I thought, 'this can't last long.' Tammi's hips raised, then fell forcibly back to the bed as she endured the oral assault that was being conducted against her. Her gaze fell to my groin where Jim's hand swept back and forth on my dick. She looked up at the fingers tugging relentlessly at my own man- tits. We both groaned at the same time. Deep in my asshole, Jim's finger began rubbing my prostate. Just that quick, I began to cum. "OHHHHHHHH," my first blast shot out. Jim's aim was perfect. He angled my shooting cock so that the first load plastered soundly against Tammi's breast with a splat. "MORE, " I screamed, "MORE." My cock began firing at will, capping the mounds with white. Below me, desperate and excited, "SPERM ME, SPERM ME," Tammi begged, her eyes wide and staring at my spewing dick. Aware of what was happening, Slave-Sheila stopped her licking and took the proffered clitoris between her lips. She sucked like a Slurpee through a straw, her hidden tongue slashing at the nub in her mouth. "I'M CUMMINGGGG ... " Tammi's voice turned into a growl, hips pounding into the bed. So attached to Tammi's cunt was Sheila's mouth, that her head raised and fell as if she was sucking a man's penis. Again I moaned. Reduced to a stream, my discharge dripped softly, this time onto Sheila's sucking cheek. Tammi slowly ceased her thrusting. With a loud 'slurp,' Sheila disengaged her lips and her tongue snaked out to receive the tart offering that she had tasted many times this past week. I rudely shrugged my shoulder's backwards against Jim's chest, releasing my dick from his grasp. Spent, I had no use for his fag hands on my privates. Tammi's chest rose and fell as she panted from her release. Her cunt was open and wet. Sheila looked up seeking approval. Her mouth, chin, cheeks, and nose glistened with her two masters cum. Her breathing was ragged and I could tell that she was desperate to experience her own release. Bending at the waist, I raked a finger through the puddle of spew on Tammi's chest. She mewed as I skirted her nipple. My cock twitched. Neither of us was through playing with our new toys. Sheila and Jim were quiet, wondering what was next. "For a novice, you suck pussy quite well." I said to Sheila who was still on her knees between Tammi's outstretched legs' "wouldn't you agree my dear?" My cock was at half-staff but still poked out from my body, drops of cum still seeped from the opening. Tammi purred in response. Her fingers traced idly at her crotch. She was looking dreamily at my son's dick. Even unserviced and rock hard, it stood only about four inches long. As I said earlier, it reminded me of my own penis ... at ten-year old. Despite its small stature, it responded, as did any other penis. Jim's short little stalk was red and throbbing. His unattended balls were swollen, tight, and partially hidden between his legs. Looking at this small pretzel-stick of a dick reminded me of a conversation that Tammi and I had a while ago. She only mentioned it once, and only in passing, one night as we told each other stories while getting each other off. She had told me that, while she certainly loved sucking on my eight-inch root, she had sometimes wondered what it would be like to chew on a very small dick, one so small that it would require little or no effort to manipulate in her mouth. At the time I had told her that, to find a dick that small, she would need to take a babysitting job. That was before I had seen my son's erect penis. We hadn't discussed the topic again. Turning, I smeared my goo-covered fingers across Slave- Jim's mouth. His lips parted passively and accepted my digits. He sucked the cooling cream from them enthusiastically. 'Wimp' I thought to myself. I sat next to Tammi on the bed and pulled her unzipped skirt from under her bottom, then did the same with her open blouse. Like the rest of us, she was now completely naked. Without warning, and for the second time this week, I grabbed Jim's pecker between thumb and forefinger and pulled him closer to the bed. "I'd let you suck this," I said to Tammi, "but I'm afraid that this little toothpick would get lost in your mouth." I saw the sparkle in her eyes as the words left my mouth. "I've got some food stuck between my teeth from lunch," she responded, "maybe this is just what I need?" No longer the center of attention, Sheila pouted and moved to the side, my side. "It looks all puffy, is there anything that I can do?" Tammi swiped her tongue from nut to head along my son's pulsing shaft. "Ohhhh, yes Ma'am ... please!" The first words that he had uttered since entering the room. "Such a pretty little cock" Tammi's tongue played over the head. "Thank you Ma'am." Almost gasping for release. "Does it spurt just like your Dad's?" Tammi cupped his sac. The small marbles were lost in her palm. She squeezed gently, rolling his "manhood" in her hand. "Yesssssssss! Please. I'm close." The boy was begging. Hearing his response, Tammi closed her hand tightly. So severely did she grasp the boy's scrotum that both Sheila and I recoiled immediately. Instinctively we both felt his pain. 'Damn that had to hurt,' I kept to myself. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," he screamed, doubling over in pain, his pouch yanked viciously from her grip. "FUCKIN' SHIT!" Tears streamed from Slave-Jim's eyes. Hands at his crotch, he coddled himself medicinally. "AAAAHHH," the boy was crying openly now. I looked at Tammi. She smiled. She was enjoying herself, slowly opening up to the master-slave thing. 'Remind me never to fuck with this bitch,' I thought to myself. Sheila remained motionless, fearful of the newfound wrath that her master's mate had just inflicted on her boyfriend. Even in her most vengeful of moods, she had never savaged Jim to this extent. She kept her eyes to the ground not wanting to attract attention to herself. Jim was moaning, rubbing at his abused balls. The knot in his stomach prompted him to vomit but produced only dry heaves. "You will cum 'ONLY 'when told to do so, is that clear?" I had never heard Tammi use this tone before. "Yessss ... Yes ... Ma'am." Jim winced as Tammi reached for him again. He was fearful of another attack. "It's alright baby, mommy's not gonna hurt you again." Sheila bristled at the use of the word, 'mommy.' This had always been Jim's way of addressing her. Instead of further abuse, Tammi places a hand on each of Jim's hip and gently pulled him toward her. One hand lifted his now shrunken penis aloft while she bent and administered soothing kisses to the still sore sac. "Please mommy don't hurt me again (pathetically), I'll do my best to make you feel good, I promise." 'Mother- fucking wimp,' I thought, all my sympathy gone at this point. Tammi took his mini-penis into her mouth. With the tension dispelled, Sheila turned her attention to me. "Is there anything that you would like me to do for you Sir?" she asked, praying that I would not turn on her as Tammi had done to her wimp boyfriend. "I would like some of the same," I said, gesturing to Tammi's now gentle, oral, manipulation of my son's dick. She lowered herself between my legs and handled my tool. I was actually enthralled by the sight to my right. My son's diminutive organ had no trouble fitting into Tammi's face hole; there was plenty of room to spare. Her lips pressed soundly in his pubic hair. She would not look good with a moustache. With less dick to accommodate, Tammi's mouth organ was free to dance about Jim's penis while fully engulfed, something that she was not able to do with me inside of her. Occasionally I would see one of her cheeks dent as his dick pressed against it from the inside, but mostly it was just her mouth moving, moving his stick around her cavity. Tammi's mouth swished back and forth and side-to-side using no more effort than she would use if she had been gargling with mouthwash. 'That must be an incredible sensation,' I thought, looking down at my own whore's futile efforts to mimic the act. Not that it felt bad mind you. Sheila's practiced lips moved up and down my shaft, one hand cupping my nut sac, the other fingering at my nether hole. On alternating strokes Sheila would remove her mouth and plant her tulips firmly against the side of my organ, dragging them slowly down toward my filling nuts. Up, then down she would go bringing me closer to orgasm. My son groaned, no longer in agony. He was being rewarded for being a good slave, his mistress was attending to his needs. He stood ramrod straight, eyes screwed shut, receiving his reward. Tammi's mouth retreated from his organ, then swiftly descended, kissing, licking at the less-than-a-teaspoonful head. She lapped feverishly for a good minute then resumed her meal. My son was in ecstasy. Peering sideways, Sheila began doing the same, her hand moved from my nuts and began cow-milking my swollen shaft as she licked the head. I felt my cum building. Reaching forward, I squeezed gently on both of Sheila's nipples. She responded by moaning deeply into the dick that filled her face. I realized that she had yet to cum. Such is life. "Please Ma'am, may I ejaculate?" Jim whimpered clinically, expressing his pending need. Receiving no sign of acknowledgement from the woman at the end of his dick, Jim clenched his ass and tried desperately to withhold his orgasm. He feared the worst. Tammi's sucking mouth was unrelenting. She continued vacuuming the cock in her mouth even though Jim was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet in front of her. This boy was going to cum, of that I was certain. "Please," pleading now, "I can't hold back," this kid was going over the top, " I just can't hold back any longer." If she did not concede, this kid was toast. The veins in his forehead looked ready to burst, sweat rolled freely down his brow, plopping wet on his chest. "UGGGGHHHH, Please, please, pleaSE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me cum," Jim's face was beet red. His teeth were clenched, doing everything in his power to not spray this woman's tonsils with his juice. 'Heaven help this boy if she does not relent,' I thought, my son's blowjob becoming more important than my own. "UUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he wailed into the air. It was all over. This was it. Being a man, I could tell. For better or worse, this boy-toy was going to fill his mistress' mouth with his sperm. For his sake, I hoped that she was ready. Suddenly, mercifully, Tammi began clawing at Jim's ass cheeks, her unspoken sign that it was okay to spunk her working mouth. Deep red welts formed beneath her fingernails as they scraped relentlessly into his ass. Jim's head fell backwards, his neck the only thing keeping it from bouncing on the floor behind him. He opened his mouth, and began making animal noises. He didn't sound at all human. Drool streamed from the corner of his gaping orifice, his own tongue wagged helplessly in front of his face. My son's orgasm became my own. Simultaneously we began spewing into the mouths that held our two cocks captive. I thrust forcibly into Sheila's mouth, pumping my stew down her gullet. So hard did I stab her, that my pubic hair was shoved into her nostrils. My plum- sized head firmly lodged in her throat. I prayed that she would not sneeze until I was done. She did not. Jim's body was frozen. He did not need to, or was afraid to, deliver the extra thrust of his pelvis to deliver his sperm. He stood rigid, motionless, except for the small sac between his legs. His nuts were working overtime. Like a small water pump, they expanded, then contracted, pumping seed into my girl's sucking mouth. I had seen Tammi suck cock before, but this was without a doubt the most erotic event that I had yet to witness. My own orgasm a second thought, I watched Tammi swallow my own son's sperm. Her throat expanded, then contracted at an incredible rate as she swallowed Jim's sauce. Together we pumped each other's lady full of cum. "You outdid yourself that time honey," unable to think of anything else to say. Tammi continued to suck at the skin straw in her mouth. Jim's penis began to deflate. Finally she released her hold on his tool. "Wow!" was all she said before laying back and closing her eyes. Sheila removed her mouth from my satisfied dick; she had yet to swallow my contribution. As she had the first time that she had sucked me dry, she held back her head, open-mouthed, and proudly displayed the pool of sperm that rose from her throat. I dipped my finger into her cum-bucket, coating it to the second knuckle. "What should we do with this?" I asked, wiping my finger on Tammi's upper lip. She inhaled deeply and began licking at my second-hand fluid. "Beat's me. Are you hungry?" Tammi looked at me, opened her eyes, and smiled. "I ate my own scum once from this bitch, it doesn't seem likely that it'll happen again," I said, referring to the first time that I had physical contact with Sheila. A little over a week ago, a lifetime it seemed, she had caught me sniffing her panties while doing the wash. Reaching around my turned body, Sheila had expertly jacked me off into her outstretched hand. In a, domineering, yet futile, effort to subdue me, Sheila had plastered her cum-filled hand over my mouth, shoveling my own spew deep into my panting, breath seeking orifice. "Maybe you should let her swallow it, after all, it could be the closest that she comes to satisfaction today." Sheila's eyes looked at me pleadingly. She had been forced to breathe through her nose during this time of indecision. "Go ahead," I nodded at the slut-sperm receptacle beside me, "it's all yours." It took her two swallows to completely consume my deposit. "Thank you sir." Sheila looked deep into my eyes. Despite her not being allowed her own release; it was obvious that she loved her new life style! ** Mangemerde can be contacted at: deac@extremezone.com Your comments and criticism are encouraged. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 12