Chapter 9
Tammy slept late Saturday morning.
When she awoke, she remembered she had to go to the mall and buy sexy things to wear for Mr. Taylor and his camera. She slipped out of bed and combed her long brown hair, then snuggled into a pair of pretty pink panties and a soft pink bra.
She pulled on a little pink robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the door, and Dave was standing there with a towel tied around his waist. He had just showered.
"Oh, I forgot, it's Saturday. You're home," Tammy said.
"Good morning," Dave turned toward her and the towel slipped and fell to the floor.
Tammy stood in the doorway, her robe open, and Dave gazed at the cuddly crotch of her pink panties, the ripe fullness of her big tits.
Tammy smiled sexily. "Would you crawl a mile in the scorching desert just to jack off in my shadow?"
His cock thumped and lifted slowly. "Huh?"
"You heard me?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"You shouldn't be doin' it on the floor in the livin' room if you don't want me to see you, or hear you," Tammy scolded teasingly.
"Last night?"
"Uh-huh."
"You watched?"
"You bet I did, Big Daddy!"
His cock was a bar of iron now.
"Do I look good?" Tammy purred.
"Yes, yes!"
"So sexy, so beautiful, so good, like you told my mom."
"Yes!"
"Then pump your prick for me. I want you to cum all over me, and you better come a lot too," Tammy said, echoing her mother.
She tugged her at her panties, toyed with the elastic, then pulled them down and showed Dave her pretty pussy.
"Oh, oh!" he mumbled, grabbing his hard prick and pumping the stalk furiously.
"This is what you like, for me to show off?" Tammy smiled. "Isn't it?"
"Yes!"
"Pump your prick for me."
He did, juicing his cock with wild, drubbing strokes. He stood only three feet from her.
"You're beautiful!" he gasped.
"I know it," Tammy huffed.
"I wanna fuck you!"
"I know you do," Tammy cooed. "Wanna get down on the floor and fuck?"
"Yes!"
They both dipped to their knees. Tammy lay back and spread her legs. Dave mounted her and fisted his prick to the target, then slugged the stalk of his cock into her pussy.
"Now, fuck me! Nail my pussy!" Tammy cried.
"Oh, honey!" Dave panted, pumping up and down. He had an arm under her neck, and his other arm was under her waist. Tammy stuck her finger up his ass. Dave slipped his hand under her and nailed her ass-hole.
"Yeah, finger-fuck my ass too!" Tammy said.
"You're so good!" he cried.
"Am I a good piece of ass, Dave?"
"Yes!"
"Am I the best piece of ass, Dave."
"Yes!"
"Better than mom?"
"Yes, yes!" he sobbed, fucking faster and faster on top of her.
"Okay then, fuck me, you sonofabitch!" Tammy barked. "Fuck me, dammit!"
"I am! I am!"
"And you better pull out when you can, and cum all over me!"
"I will!" he gasped, thumping up and down, his piston-stroke slicking Tammy's itching young cunt with a fine feeling.
"Yeah, fuck me, dammit!" she cried. "I'm the best fuck you ever had, right?"
"Yes!"
"You bad, bad, bad sonofabitch!"
"Ohhhhh!" he cried, then pulled out and began pumping his cock over her.
"Cum, dammit!" Tammy urged.
He did. Big spurts of goo spewed from his prick.
"That's it! Cum like that! Oh, shit, yeah!" Tammy babbled, loving the sight of his spitting prick. "Yeah, all over me! Cum on me! Cum in my hair, too!"
"Oh, honey, honey, Tammy!" Dave whimpered, jerking his prick, splashing all over her fine body.
"Yeah, keep shootin'! Shoot on my titties too, you bad sonofabitch!"
"Ooooohhhh!" he sighed, finally stopping.
"Now, put it back in and fuck me off," Tammy instructed.
He was over her and in her, fucking her in an instant.
Tammy came quickly, writhing on the bathroom floor.
Dave pulled out and got up. "I-I better leave."
Tammy lay smiling. Then she got up and took a long warm shower. She went back to her room and threw on a pair of jeans and sweater. The phone rang and she went into the hall to answer.
"This is Chris. I can't go today. My mom was in a car accident. I'm at the hospital."
"Oh, darn," Tammy said.
"But you go, and then you can tell me all about it, and you can set it up so I can pose for him later, okay?"
"Okay," Tammy replied.
Tammy walked to the mall and went to the lingerie shop. Tammy was sorry Chris couldn't make it. She wanted to buy lingerie with her, but she proceeded in her young ways to scout the store. She tried on several combinations, and finally used the money Mr. Taylor had given her to purchase a short turtleneck sweater-dress. It hugged her body like cellophane and the hem rimmed tightly just above her knees. She looked good in ink black, she thought.
Then she bought a white strapless bra and a pretty merry-widow that shaped her body tightly.
She appraised himself in the dressing room mirror. A tight pair of pink nylon bikini panties covered her pussy and the bra of the pretty merry-widow had flexible underwire and an inner drawstring so Tammy could pull her tits together in a puffy deliciousness, and set them up high.
Tammy selected shiny black high heels and dark nylons with a dark ring around the top. She thought Mr. Taylor might like this whole effect.
She took a cab and went to his motel. He had the bridal suite on the third floor, a plush two-room affair with bar, couch, TV, thick carpet.
He welcomed Tammy and mixed himself a drink.
"Could I have one too?" Tammy asked.
"Well, I guess so," he said.
She took a whiskey and water, then on Mr. Taylor's suggestion, she went into the bedroom to change into her new attire. She put the tight merry-widow on. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Looks real good," she whispered.
She hooked the dark nylons into the white garters. She slipped her pink panties over the garters and pulled them into place.
She looked ravishing.
She pulled on the black, slinky dress, and went closer to the mirror to fix her beautiful face. She applied a dark shade of blush that worked well with her tanned cheeks, giving them a rosy glow.
Tammy combed her hair and fixed up a fine ponytail, then Tammy added a thick hp-gloss that made her lips as red as cherries.
She walked into the next room.
"Oh, wonderful!" Mr. Taylor smiled. "You look gorgeous, my dear!"
"Thank you. I thought you'd like this dress."
"Let's have a picture of you," he said, snapping a shot.
"You must already have a hundred pictures of me, sir, from the pool, and then there was that night in your room."
"Not like this." He trembled. "You're very pretty today."
"Should I pull my skirt up over my panties?"
"Yes, why don't you do that, darling?"
Tammy stood in the middle of the plush carpet. He was at the bar. She lifted the tight turtleneck sweater up her legs, over the dark tops of the nylons, the shiny white garter straps, and stopped it just above the V in her panties.
"Oh, my! Very nice! Fantastic, sweetheart!" Mr. Taylor said, shooting a picture.
"You got a big boner already, Mr. Taylor."
"I know, darling. That's what you do to me."
"Should I take the skirt off then."
"Yes!"
She pulled it up and over her head, then fluffed her ponytail back, and stood regally beautiful in her white waist-cincher, pink panties, dark nylons, and black high heels.
Mr. Taylor frantically took pictures.
She put her hands on her hips and rolled them for him. "Wanna see some ass?"
"Yes, yes!"
Tammy turned and bent over, putting her hands on her knees and started swinging her fine ass in slow circles. Mr. Taylor shot a series of photos.
"I'll pull my panties down around my knees, and you can get a good picture," Tammy said, shoving her pink panties to her knees. The white garter straps cut into her supple ass, indenting the smooth cheeks.
Mr. Taylor shot more pictures.
"What you gonna do with all these pictures, sir? Beat off to 'em?"
"Yes!"
"Wanna beat off to me right now."
"Oh, yes ... yes!"
Tammy turned around, put her hands on her hips. Her pretty face was highlighted by a light shining from the bar, brightening the red of her cheeks, the thick red lipstick, her sweet bangs.
"There, now you can take a picture of my pussy," she said.
Mr. Taylor took several.
"Gee, you gotta great big boner goin', Mr. Taylor!" Tammy purred.
His gray slacks thumped at the crotch with his huge erection. His cock creamed his shorts. He put the camera on the bar, then quickly unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down. His light-blue shorts were all soaked with cum. His prick pushed out the tight, bulging crotch.
He took the shorts down, then stripped off the rest of his clothes. Tammy gaped at his handsome, hard cock. She liked the thickness, the roundness of it, the slick shape of the throbbing shaft.
Big bubbles of cum squished off the pumpkin-head of his cock. Little goops of jizz flew from the pricktip. Tammy slid her panties down her legs and took them off.
"How's this?" she asked, dangling the pink panties in one hand as if offering them to Mr. Taylor as a prize. She set her black-heeled feet apart, then pushed out her hips, swirling them in a bump and grind.
"Beautiful!" Mr. Taylor cried, grabbing the camera and taking more pictures of her.
Tammy dipped her hands into the cups at the top of the bra.
"Wanna see my tits too, huh?"
She set her beautiful tits up over the top, the nipples like little bullets, the round plumpness juicy-looking.
"Yes, yes, good, good!" Mr. Taylor huffed. "Now why don't you sit down on the couch with your legs apart and do sexy things?"
"Okay," Tammy said.
She walked to the couch and sat down. She set her legs apart, heels flat to the floor, knees cocked; then she leaned back, sprawled suggestively in all her adorable elegance.
"Do sexy stuff."
"Jeez, just kinda wiggle around, huh?" Tammy lifted her splendid young ass off the cushion, swirling her hips in a steamy roll. "like this?"
"That is fabulous, Tammy!"
"And this look on my face, like this? See, like Pam sayin' come on and screw me, huh?" Tammy opened her mouth, her red lips wet, her tongue sliding across her lower Up, her eyes looking sultry.
"Oh, yes, darling!" Mr. Taylor gulped, shooting more pictures. "Why don't you masturbate your pussy for me?"
"like this?" Tammy asked, sliding her hand between her legs and rubbing her puffy pussy, slicking a finger up and down the wet slit. "Should I stick a finger in and fuck myself?"
"Yes, yes! Oh yes! like that, darling!"
She diddled her pussy with a slow-slurping finger. "I'm masturbatin' for you, sir."
"You're wonderful! You like showin' off don't you?"
"Yeah, and you like lookin', don't you?"
"I love lookin' at you Tammy; you're exquisite, my dear. You are lovely, sexy ... you ... you ... oh, darling!"
His cock throbbed and spat juicy gobs of cum.
"Ooooh, your peter's all squirty and stuff, sir!"
"So hard for you."
"I know, I can see!"
Tammy fucked her finger in and out of her pussy, affecting a sexy pout with her lips, a sultry pose that made Mr. Taylor shoot off the rest of the film.
"If you're not gonna beat off, sir, why don't you come over and put that big fucker of yours in my pussy?" Tammy whispered, pushing her hips up off the cushion of the couch.
Mr. Taylor put the camera down and came over to her. He dipped to his knees between her spread legs. He put his hands on her thighs, then pressed in on her, his cock slapping at her pussy.
Tammy reached down, fisted the thick stalk and pulled the pricktip to her pussy. She plugged him in.
"Oh, shit!" Mr. Taylor cried.
He bent over her and kissed her titties as his ass began a slow, sure hump-pump that sent his thick prick sliding and slicking in and out of Tammy's hot cunt.
"Oooooh, wow!" she sighed, letting Mr. Taylor suck her tits and fuck her at the same time.
He finally pulled back as he fucked in and out. Tammy looked down, loved seeing the slurpy slide of his prick.
"Darn, that looks good!" she whispered. "That really looks good, mister!"
"Feels good too!" he gasped.
"I know, I know!" Tammy puffed hotly. "Real good, sir!"
"Oh, Tammy, I'm finally fuckin' you!"
"Yeah, you are. You're really screwin' that big fucker of yours to me!"
"Fuckin' you, Tammy!"
"Yeah, fuckin' me!"
She rolled her hips, pumped her sweet ass off the cushion, screwed back and up to Mr. Taylor's prick.
"Oh, Tammy. I never thought that day at the pool, when I was takin' pictures of you, that I would ever be so lucky as to be fuckin' you like this!"
She smiled. "Well, you are, and don't forget, you were gonna give me five hundred dollars."
"I will! I will!" he fucked faster now, pumping his ass, his big balls swinging, slapping at the couch cushion, his thick prick sloshing in Tammy's cunt with thick slurps, the stalk all creamy and lathered with gooey white cum cream.
"That boner feels good in my pussy," Tammy said. "I love it!"
"Well, fuck me then! Keep fuckin' me like you are-nice and fast like that, sir! That's right! Fuck me like that!"
He cupped her tits and squeezed. He humped and pumped. His prick plugged her pussy.
Tammy fucked back with hot swirls of her teenybopper hips, lifting her ass off the couch, screwing real good.
"You're a great little fuck, Tammy!"
"I know! I'm a good fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Yes, say fuck to me, Tammy, while we fuck!"
"Okay! All right! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fuck me now! Fuck! Fucker! Fucker, fucker, fucker! You're fuckin' me good now! And later you'll fuck your fist lookin' at my pictures. You bad fucker, you big, bad girl-fucker!"
"Oh ... oh ... Tammy!" Mr. Taylor huffed, pumping her pussy with hard rabbit jabs.
"Yeah, you fucker! You're gonna fuck your fist to my pictures, aren't you."
"Yes I will."
"Jerk off to 'em."
"Yes, yes!"
"Fucker! That's bad, you fucker! Bad unless you do it twice, three times a day. Jerk your boner to me every day, you gonna do that, sir?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes!"
"You better promise you'll beat off to me, ,to my pictures."
"I promise, I promise!"
"Okay then ... fuck me noooooowwww!" she purred. "Yeah, like that, Mr. Taylor! Fast! Hard! Now when you get ready to shoot, you take your boner out and pump off, shoot all over me, all over my merry-widow, my nylons, my pussy, my titties...."
"Oh, oh, oh! Shit!" Mr. Taylor cried, pulling his cock out of her cunt and grabbing it, pumping the stalk wildly, shooting hot bubbling pools of cum at Tammy.
"Yeah!" she yelped. "Oh, yeah! Shoot that stuff on me! Oh, yeah on my tits ... like that! Oh shit! Shoot in my hair too, in my bangs!"
Big bloops of cum splashed on Tammy's big tits, all over her merry-widow. Mr. Taylor beat his cock and waved the spewing stalk all over. A hot gun of goo spurted through the air and hit her bangs.
"Yeah, cum in my hair! Cum on my bangs!" Tammy cried.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Mr. Taylor babbled, ecstasy etched upon his ruggedly handsome face.
"Keep shootin' like that, sir!" Tammy hissed, her mouth open, freakish amazement on her pretty face as she watched his cock throb, then spit more juice.
"Yeah, beat it fast, mister! Beat that prick fast, real fast! Come on, fuck your fist! Keep shootin'! Shoot on my face!"
He pumped furiously, arched his cock and let it spew out a hot load of cum that splashed into Tammy's open mouth. A gob of jizz clung to her upper Up, dripped down, and she swished her tongue up and licked it away.
"Yeah, fucker! That's it! Shoot all over me! Shoot on my pussy!"
Mr. Taylor backed off and spilled the rest of his enormous load all over her sweet pussy, covering the fuzzy mount with white cream.
"Now put your dick back in me and fuck me," Tammy gasped.
He slipped the tip into her pussy.
"Yeah, now fuck me!"
He rocked back and forth and banged his gooey prick in and out of her cunt. Her legs were spread nice and wide, her knees cocked, pointing outward. She fucked her ass up off the couch. He humped faster.
She came.
A slashing simmer of satisfaction took hold of her and rang her bell, making her shake uncontrollably, making the dear, sweet girl vibrate wildly on the couch.
"Ooohhh!" she sighed, her head back, her mouth open. "Ooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Feeeeeeels good ... feeeeeels good!"