Chapter 2
Tammy donned a tight black jeans skirt, and a pink sweater that wrapped around her tightly, pulling in breathlessly on her round, firm tits. She slipped on a pair of low-heeled pink pumps. She fixed her hair in double ponytails, tied them with pink ribbons, then she blushed her cheeks with an apple-red blush and slashed some juicy, pink lip-gloss on her puckered lips.
She went to the elevator and took it up to the top of the motel to the dining room. The elevator was packed. It jerked as it started. A man who was standing with his wife jostled back and pushed Tammy into the man behind her. Tammy's ass was against his thighs.
The elevator crawled upward.
The man's cock crawled upward.
My gawd! Tammy thought. This man behind me is gettin' a big boner on my butt!
Tammy pressed back harder. The outline of his cock pushed into the curve of her beautiful ass. She could feel him thrust forward. She wiggled slightly. Her pussy gooshed in her panties.
The elevator jerked to a stop. The crowd filed out.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder to see the older man looking very dignified, gray hair, ruddy face, buttoning his suit coat over his erection.
She found her parents and sat down. "Well, that took long enough," her mother said.
"I'm sorry," Tammy apologized. They ordered. But all through dinner Tammy kept thinking about the man in the elevator,' how he had gotten all boned up over her butt. She was itching between her legs. She crossed them, then pulled back a ways from the table.
Suddenly she saw the man again. He was sitting with his wife at a nearby table.
He smiled. He gawked at her legs.
Tammy gazed at him, then at her folks, but her mom and dad were deep in conversation, her father yapping about a real-estate deal he was working on.
Tammy uncrossed her legs slowly. The older man's mouth dropped as he looked up her skirt and saw Tammy's pink panties.
Tammy was real hot now.
She slid down in her chair just a little and her skirt slid up on her thighs. She made sure her folks couldn't see, but that the man could.
He kept staring at her, enjoying the view of her tanned thighs. Tammy crossed her legs again, holding one up high so he could see far up her skirt.
His mouth formed an O as he watched.
She was so turned on.
"Can I leave now," Tammy said, finishing her dinner.
"Where do you have to go."
"I wanna go back and finish a book I was readin'. "
"Okay," her dad said, "we're gonna stay up here and have a few drinks, then we're goin' to the lounge and dance. We won't be in until late."
"Okay," Tammy said, then got up.
She wiggled past the man. He glared at her as she walked past, and as she got to the door, she looked back and saw him admiring her fine ass.
Tammy hurried to her room. She closed the door, locked it. She leaned back against the wall and hiked up her tight skirt into the black ripples above her pink panties, jiggled it up higher, then dipped into her panties and sighed heavily.
"Ahhhhhhh! Oooooohhhh!! !
Her knuckles jiggled the crotch of her tight panties.
"Oh, jeez! That guy on the elevator had a big boner! He had it thumpin' all over my butt. Shit! Oh, shit! And at dinner he kept lookin' up my skirt at my panties. Shit! He had a hard-on too, I could see the way he had his napkin over his lap."
She diddled wildly in her panties.
"Oh, here it cums! Here comes that good feeling! Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" she babbled as the ripples of climaxes spilled through her divine young body.
Calmed down now, Tammy caught her breath and took a long glug from her daddy's Jim Beam. She lay down on the bed and relaxed.
She wondered about that man in room 222.
"Should I go over and let him take pictures of me? No, I better not. He might hurt me or something."
She took another swig of Jim Beam.
"God, this stuff is good," she mumbled, feeling a quick buzz of the high.
She picked up the phone and dialed 222.
"Hello."
"Hi, this is Tammy."
"Are you comin' over?" he asked. "I dunno."
"I want you to."
"Do you."
"Yes!" : "Why?"
"Because you're the prettiest and sexiest girl I've ever seen!"
"You wanna take more pictures of me, huh?"
"Yes."
"I-I better not, sir."
"Look, I won't hurt you or anything."
"Well...."
"Look, I'll give you a hundred dollars if you'll come over and let me take some pictures."
"A hundred dollars!"
"Yes."
"Well, I'll think about it then," Tammy said.
She hung up and took another drink. She felt good now. All jazzed up.
"Gee, a hundred dollars," she said aloud. "I've never had that much money."
She took another drink and went to the mirror. She applied a thick slash of lip-gloss. Her pink lips glistened. She put a fresh blush on her cheeks.
"Oh, what the hell! Why not?"
She left her room and walked to 222. She knocked and the handsome man let her in. He wore only a red robe and slippers.
"I'm so glad you came!" he exclaimed.
Tammy was a little drunk. She felt free and easy. "So, you wanna take some pictures of me for a hundred dollars, huh?"
"Yes," he said, and he had the money ready.
He handed it to Tammy and she put it in her purse. "How should I pose, Mr. Taylor?"
"Pull your skirt up."
"Let you see my panties?"
"Yes!"
"Gee, well ... I never done nothin' like this before, sir."
"Go ahead!" he urged.
"Well, okay," Tammy said, and she pulled her tight black skirt up over her pussy-packed pink panties that were bulged at the crotch by the fuzzy carpet of teen cunny curls between her legs.
"Ah, yes, lovely!" Mr. Taylor sighed, taking a picture.
He took two more pictures, then asked her to turn around.
Tammy held the skirt high and turned. "Oh my!" he gulped. "You have an exquisite ass, my dear! A lovely, lovely ass! Did you know that."
"Thanks, sir."
He shot several pictures of her pink-pantied ass.
"Take your pants down and let me see it," he said. "See my butt."
"Yes!"
"Well, okay," she said, peeling her panties down on her thighs.
"Oh, that's magnificent, my dear!" he whined, shooting more pictures. "Now turn around."
"So you can see my puffy."
He smiled at her sweetness.
"Yes, your puffy!" he exclaimed, holding the camera ready.
Tammy turned and showed him her pussy, the sweet brown muffin of fuzzy curls. He shot a wild set of pictures.
"Sit down in the chair and take your panties off."
"Gee, I dunno, sir. I better not."
"Oh, please!" he pleaded, and his robe fell open. His huge naked cock flopped out. "Ah!" Tammy gasped. "Sir."
"Please!"
"I probably oughta get back. My mom and dad ... well, he really isn't my dad, he's my stepfather ... they...."
"Oh, please, look I'll give you some more money!" Mr. Taylor said.
He stuffed a fistful of bills in her purse.
"Okay, I'll do it then," she said. She stripped her pants off, sat down with her legs wide apart. "You want me to do dirty stuff, huh?"
"Yes."
"like have my legs apart like this, huh?"
"Oh, yes!" he gasped, shooting away with his camera.
Tammy eyed his big prick which was bubbling, foaming and spurting juicy gobs of cum on the carpet.
"Pull your sweater up," Mr. Taylor said.
Tammy lifted her pink sweater over her bra and he took a picture.
"Want me to take my boobs out?" she asked sexily. She was really feeling the whiskey now.
"Yes!" he panted.
Tammy took her juicy titties out and placed them over the top of her lacy bra like two big lemons.
Mr. Taylor shot more pictures, then he put the camera down and stood in front of her. He grabbed his cock and started jerking on the stiff stalk.
"Jeez, sir!" Tammy gulped. "You're ... you're...."
"Jerkin' to you!"
"Whew, sir! Wow!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her mouth open, as she sat fascinated by his lewd pumping. She liked the way he hammered his prick.
"You're masturbatin' yourself, mister!"
"Yes, yes!" he panted.
"Should I?" Tammy whispered.
"Yes, masturbate, Tammy!"
She slid her ass to the edge of the chair, her legs spreading farther apart, and she diddled her pussy as she watched him slugging his prick.
"Oh, honey!" he panted.
"Ow, wow, mister! You really pound that boner, don't you?"
"Yes, to you! You made me so hot when you were out there at the pool today."
"Did I?"
"Oh, yes! You looked so damn good all spread out on that chaise lounger!"
Tammy looked scrumptious all splayed out on the chair in front of the man, her legs apart, her hand on her pussy, her skirt up on her waist, her sweater up around her shoulders, her tits over the top of her bra.
She licked her lips and twiddled her clit.
Mr. Taylor jacked his hard dick. Squirts of cum juiced from the pricktip.
"Does that feel good when you play with your peter like that, mister?" Tammy asked.
"Yeah, don't you feel good?"
"Yes!"
They masturbated and watched each other. Tammy was filled with the sweet sensation of sexual excitement. She knew she was going to cum, and she did. A tingling buzz waved through her. She stiffened, thrusting her ass off the chair, and she swirled her pussy at her fucking finger.
She vibrated all over.
Then Mr. Taylor came. His cock shot out a thick, arcing stream of hot lavish cream.
"Oh, jeez, mister!" Tammy cried.
She'd never seen a cock cum before, and the sight of his spraying prick enthralled her.
She came again.
His cock gooped out heaps of juice that streamed through the air and splashed on Tammy's legs. A big hunk of oozing goo hit her thigh and drooled down her leg.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped.
"Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhh!" the man sighed.
"You're shootin' all that stuff, mister! Wow ... goody goody!" she yelped.
"Oh, baby!" he cried.
"Jeeeeez, looka that stuff shoot!" Tammy whispered, the satisfaction of her climax still jerking through her in a stormy explosion.
She fell back on the chair.
The man stopped pumping his cock. It thumped and wavered, spitting little gobs of goo as he huffed and puffed above her.
"I better go now," Tammy said.
"Lemme feel your pussy first!" he pleaded.
"Uh-uh, no! I better not, sir."
"Please!"
"No, I gotta go now."
"Just let me touch it!"
She wanted to let him, but she was frightened. She'd never had anyone touch her cunt but herself.
"Well...."
"Yeah, let me!" he whispered, moving to the chair.
"Jeez, mister, touch my puffy."
"Yes, but I wouldn't, if you really don't want me to."
His hand trailed up her smooth, lovely thigh, his fingers on the gorgeous skin, tickling her there. Tammy watched, her eyes wide. His hand slid up farther and he tenderly touched her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. "Jeez, you're touchin' my puffy, mister."
His fingers threaded into the fuzzy brown muff of fine hair. Her pussy was gooey wet from her rapid finger fucking.
He stuck a finger in her cunt.
"Ah, oh!" Tammy gulped.
He leaned over and kissed her glistening pink lips, wobbling his tongue over the pink lips, while his finger slowly jimmied her cunt.
He broke the tender kiss and dipped to her tits; his tongue swirling around the erect nipples, and then he sucked on the perfect teenette tits as his finger continued fucking her.
He found her clit and twiddled it.
"Ahhoooo! Jeeeez!" Tammy babbled.
She came quickly, shuddering, shaking there in the chair, all radiant and glowing, a teen beauty expressing her desires and sexuality.
"Ah, jeez, sir!" she panted.
"You like that ... sure you do ... you're cummin' right now, aren't you?" Mr. Taylor whispered.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! I am! I'm cummin'! " Tammy whimpered.
The man's cock had hardened again, and as he stood over her, the big stalk stuck out straight and hard, wavering, throbbing at Tammy.
She instinctively reached up and grabbed the bristling prickstick. She got a good grip on his cock and squeezed.
"It's so big and hard!" she whispered, tingling in the afterflow of her climax.
"Pump on it for me!" he urged.
"Should I? Should I pump your boner, sir?"
"Yeah, do it! Do it, Tammy!"
He still had his hand in her pussy.
The phone rang. Mr. Taylor hesitated, then went to answer it. Tammy quickly slipped her panties on and dashed out the door.
As she walked to her room, she wondered why she had freaked out, why she didn't stay and enjoy more fun with the man, but she had simply freaked out and left.
She got to her room, quickly stripped nude and lay down on the bed. She started finger-fucking her cunt, and she kept fingering it long into the night.