Chapter 8
Tammy went home after spending a couple hours with Chrissie at Pizza Town where they flirted with boys and had a pizza and a Coke.
The house was empty when she arrived. She found a note from her parents telling her they were out for the evening.
Tammy was glad she had the house to herself. She was tired. She wanted to watch some TV, then go to bed. She also wanted to think about the contest and what she could do to win the three hundred from Mr. Sanders.
She still had on her cute cheerleading uniform. Suddenly hungry again, she went to the kitchen and eyed a big cucumber in the fridge.
Should I? she thought. A cucumber?
She took the cuke out, feeling the thick smooth skin. She pulled her skirt up with one hand and rubbed the giant cuke against the crotch of her red bloomers.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured. "That feels good!"
She thought about the handsome Mr. Sanders, his muscular body, his giant cock, about the same size as the cucumber she slicked in and out on her pussy.
"Wow!" she sighed, then stopped.
She slid her bloomers down to her ankles and sat down at the dinner table. She took the cuke and slicked it up and down her pussy-slit, then thrust the top part into her pussy.
She gasped.
She took it back out, hopped to the fridge and found some butter. She buttered the cuke all over and sat down again. This time it slipped into her cunt easily.
"Fuck me, Mr. Sanders!" she whispered. "Fuck me!"
She sat on the chair and fucked himself with the big cuke, bringing her lovely young body to a fabulous climax. Then she went upstairs, undressed, had a shower and slipped into fresh pink panties.
She lay down on her bed and thought about all the fun stuff that was happening at school, how much she liked Mr. Sanders.
He was a little goofy, she thought, but she liked his rugged, hot looks. She lay thinking about how she might turn him on with her ass, all the things she could do to get him hot and win the money.
She fell asleep with her finger in her cunt.
Early into the next morning, Tammy heard her mom, Anne, and her stepfather, Dave, downstairs. She wondered if they might be engaging in more play as they did that other time When she had watched them.
She got out of bed and slipped quietly to the top of the stairs and leaned over the banister.
Dave had a camera. He was stripped down to his shorts and he was taking pictures of her mother.
"Oooooh, wow!" Tammy muttered, sliding her hand into her panties and waiting for something to happen.
Anne wore a tight, short, black skirt that hugged her supple, mature hips like a plastic wrap. Her finely tapered legs were encased in dark, sheer hose, and she had on yellow high heels. These were matched by the yellow sweater that seemed tailored just for her the way it gloved her bodice, sheathing the ripe push of her big tits.
Dave's cock thumped in his shorts. Tammy could see the big boner curling, pushing at the thin cotton, see it throbbing.
"Darling, you look so sexy, so beautiful, so good!" he whispered, shooting a picture of Anne as she stood in front of the couch.
Anne smiled. "Thanks."
"Be a teaser for me, honey," he said. "Show off for me, make me pant for you, do what only you can do to me ... pull your little skirt up and show me your panties."
"Okay," Anne said.
She slid her skirt up, working it higher and higher past her thighs, working it up around her waist to reveal her pussy-packed pink panties, the crotch of which was puffed out and bulging with the tempting forest of rich cunt curls underneath.
Dave took a picture. "That's so nice, honey! Set your legs apart, put your hands on your hips, push 'em out and challenge me ... let me see a look on your face that says: Think you can handle this, big daddy?"
Anne did as he instructed. Her pussy pushed out, a mean, sexy look on her face, her mouth slightly open.
Tammy rubbed her pussy.
She was so hot from watching her mom and step dad taking pictures that she'd never realized that Dave wasn't such a bad guy, the way he liked her mother showing off. Maybe she inherited her love of exhibitionism from her mother.
She pulled her panties down.
She swung a leg over the banister and rode it like a horse, fucking, rubbing, humping her pussy on the railing, pumping her ass up and down, swirling it around and around.
"Feels so good," she whispered, watching the action below and feeling the glow of excitement spread through her.
It was that high-voltage feeling.
"Watchin' people is fun," she whispered. "Seem' 'em do nasty things. I like it!"
She screwed the banister, her ripe young body looking delicious splayed out on the rail.
Dave took a picture of Anne with her skirt above her pink panties, her hands on her hips, looking beautiful, alluring.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered, "you look good that way, with your skirt up."
His cock thrummed in his shorts, and a blotch of thick cream seeped through the cotton from the tip of his spewing erection.
"Sit down on the couch, will you?"
Anne sat down, her legs apart, heels on the floor.
"like this?" she teased, sliding down on the. cushion, looking glorious, looking delicious.
"Yeah!" Dave sighed. He took a picture. "That's real sexy, Anne!"
His prick jumped around in his shorts like a fish out of water, slapping, slurping, swelling.
"Why don't you pull your panties down for me? Lemme see your snatch, okay?" Dave suggested hotly.
"Take 'em down for you, huh?"
"Yes, take your panties down for me, Anne!" he gulped. "Will you, please? Take your pink panties down for me!"
Anne thumbed the pink nylon, peeled the panties away and down on her thighs to reveal her beautiful cunt.
"Aw, shit, baby!" Dave panted.
Dave took a lightning-quick picture of Anne sitting sexily on the edge of the couch, leaning back with one arm stiff, hand on the cushion, her pink panties down just above her knees, her yellow sweater pushed out provocatively by her tits, and her lovely pussy looking inviting, tempting.
"That looks so good, Anne!" Dave whispered. "Now stand up, hold your skirt up, keep your panties right there above your knees.
Yes, that's it!"
Anne stood up, lifting her skirt with her. She pushed her legs apart so the pink panties were a tight roll above her knees. Then she did a slow bump and grind, undulating her beautiful hips, pushing out her pussy, swirling, humping, pumping, as Dave snapped a series of photos.
She brought one hand down, while still holding the skirt up, and sent her fingers into the thick carpet of curls between her legs. She slowly rubbed.
"Oh, honey!" Dave gulped, and took several pictures.
"You love it when I play with my snatch, don't you?" Anne purred.
"More than anything!"
Anne turned around. "How 'bout some ass?"
"Yes, yes!" Dave puffed, shooting pictures of Anne's dreamy ass.
She bent over, put her hands on her knees, waved her ass around in sweet circles, and all the time Dave snapped pictures.
"Oh, jeez, they're gettin' dirty!" Tammy whispered.
She rode the banister, fucked the rail, humped her fine young ass up and down, around and around, rubbing her squishing cunt on the hard wood.
Mom-likes to show off too, she thought. Just look at her bendin' over ... just like our cheer ... showing him her ass!
"And look at his cock" she whispered. "It's so darn hard in his shorts. And the front of his shorts are all goopy, too!"
Oh, this is good, she thought, watching the action below while fucking the banister, holding on with both hands.
"Oh, jeez!" she gasped. "Look at Dave's prick. It's thumpin' in his shorts. It's gonna pop out any minute! Oh, I wanna have it pop out! I wanna see it so big and hard; so gooey!"
Tammy's pussy was so wet. She came. The ravishing feeling shivered through her as she fucked the banister.
"Oh, shit! "Oooooh, I'm pettin' that feelin' again! I love it!" Tammy babbled.
"Unbutton your sweater," Dave asked Anne.
She turned around and undid the buttons of her sweater to reveal an overflowing pink bra.
"Tamales, lovely boobies!" Dave gasped. "Take them out, will you?"
Anne dipped into the cups of the bra and set her big titties up over the top of the bra, two sweet suckies that made Dave's mouth water.
He took a picture.
"How 'bout if I get down on the floor. You like that, don't you?" Anne teased.
"Yes, on your hands and knees! I'd love that, darling! That would make me deliriously happy!" Dave trembled, his cock popping out of the slit in his shorts, standing there like a hot piece of iron, the prickhead beet red, bulging and bubbling with jizz, spitting goops of cream that squished out and shot into the air like teardrops.
Anne got down on her hands and knees, back sloped, ass arched, her black skirt riding high up over her smooth, alabaster ass. The pink panties were pulled tightly between her spread thighs. Her tits drooped.
Dave snapped off several pictures.
Anne rolled over, lay on her back on the floor, her knees cocked, her high heels flat on the floor, legs apart.
Tammy watched intently, still screwing the banister, still bringing herself off in a slow series of rattling climaxes.
She watched as her mother lay on the floor in a lewd, cock-pleasing pose and as Dave snapped more pictures of her.
She got an idea.
She unhooked herself from the banister and went down the backstairs to the kitchen. She tiptoed to the fridge and found a big cucumber.
Tammy was quiet, slipping back up the stairs to the banister in the hallway. She stood above it, looking down. She dropped her panties and spread her legs apart. She gripped the cuke with both hands.
Slowly, she rubbed the tip on her pussy.
"Mmmmmm!"
She slipped the cuke in.
"Oooooh! Whew!" she sighed, then started a hot fuck.
She bumped her hips, pumped the cuke in a slow fuck, taking half the thick big veggie.
"How good it feels in there!" she whispered.
The friction made a sweet slurping sound.
"Sounds so good!" she whimpered.
Dave looked Anne posing like that-on the floor, panties ringing one ankle, legs apart, lying back as if she were waiting to be royally fucked.
His cock spat.
Throbbed.
He couldn't stand it.
He put the camera down and stripped off his shorts. His cock wobbled, spewed cum, and he stood over Anne, gazing down at her beauty, her allure.
She spread her legs and rolled her hips lazily in a lewd swirl.
Dave grabbed his prick and pumped the brilliant, shining stalk. He was bent at the knees, his ass humped in, and he slugged his prick in a hot pump-jerk. He loved the way Anne looked-her skirt up, her garter belt, her nylons, her yellow heels, her blouse open.
He beat his meat furiously.
"That's it, Big Daddy!" Anne cooed. "Pump that prick for me!"
"I am! I am! I'm pumpin' to you, Anne!"
"Well, pump it to me! Just to me!"
"You like it?"
"I love it! Jerk it! Jerk it, goddamn it!"
"For you, Anne!" Dave cried.
"Put it in my pussy!" Anne growled, her hips still rolling.
Dave fell to his knees between her legs. Still listing his prick, he plugged it in Anne's cunt.
"That's right!" Anne screamed. "Put it in me!"
"Oh, honey! We're fuckin'! " Dave yelped.
"Yeah, we're fuckin'! "
He was humped up on top of her, his ass pumping up and down in slow strokes, his balls slapping her ass. Anne's legs were high in the air in a wide V. Dave was slapping it to her.
"You're such a good fuck, Anne!" he whimpered.
"I know," she said, thrusting her hips up at him, rolling them against his hot fuck-stroke, bumping her ass off the carpet to meet him.
"I'd crawl a mile through the scorching desert just to jerk off in your shadow!" Dave huffed.
"Good, you ought to!" Anne replied.
"Oh, we're fuckin' good, darling!"
"Well, fuck me then! Come on and fuck me on the floor! Nail my pussy!" Anne urged.
Tammy fucked herself with the big cuke, slicking the thick veggie in and out of her pussy, keeping an alert watch on the fuckers below while standing above the railing, looking down.
Dave slammed up and down on Anne.
Anne writhed. "I want you to cum, and when you cum, take your prick out of me and jerk your load all over me, all over my skirt, my garters, everything! And you better cum a lot, too!"
"I will! I will!" Dave sobbed, banging up and down, like a Marine doing push-ups.
"But fuck me good first, Big Daddy! Nail my pussy!"
Dave slid his hand under her undulating ass and slipped a fingertip up her butt.
Anne reached around behind him, drawing tiny circles with her finger on his ass-hole, then she plugged it.
"I like the way you fuck my ass, too!" Anne screamed.
"With my finger ... like that?"
"Yes ... and the way your ass is pumpin' up and down ... looks good!" Anne gasped.
"Isn't fuckin' the best, Anne?" he cried.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Real good!"
She slid her free hand down between them and fiddled with the piston-pumping prick that plugged her precious pussy. She liked the smooth, slick, slurping cock-strokes, the sticky goo surrounding the connection of cock and cunt.
His prick was a bar of slick steel it was so hard, slicking in squirty slushy strokes in and out of Anne's sucking snatch.
"Fuck me, goddamn it!" Anne yelped.
"I love fuckin' you!" Dave whined.
Tammy was fascinated with their dialogue, the hot fucking they were doing, and she was so excited that she had trouble keeping the cucumber in her wobbling hands.
"Well, then-fuck me! Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!" Anne urged.
Dave fucked harder, faster, his ass jackhammering up and down, their bodies slapping against each other, his cock fucking deeper into Anne's pussy.
"Yeah, fuck me like that! Dammit!" Anne groaned. "Fuck my ass off!"
"I am! I'm fuckin' you, Anne! We're fuckin' good! You're such a good piece of ass, honey!" Dave gulped.
Anne screwed her hips off the floor, pumping her pussy at his driving fuck-thrust. "Go on, get yourself a big piece of ass, baby!"
Dave fucked harder. "I wish we had some pictures of us fuckin' like this."
"Oh, me too!" Anne sighed.
"Honey, I'm gonna get it!" Dave cried.
"Come on, Big Daddy! Cum! Get it! Fuck me, goddamn you sonofabitch! You bad, bad, bad sonofabitch!"
"Oh, Anne!"
"Fuck me, goddammit! Come on fuck me!" Anne urged.
"Now-now!" Dave yelled, pulling his cock out of her.
He got to his knees, pumping the stalk like a wild man until he blew off a thick load of cream that spurted in thick gobs all over the writhing Anne.
The cream spat out and splashed down on her thighs, on her garters, her skirt, her tits, and a giant blob of cum hit her on the face.
"Yeah, come like that!" Anne sighed, watching the eruption with a hot smile.
Tammy came too, jerking the cuke in and out of her pussy, then she slipped back to her room. She lay down in bed, pulled up the covers, and thought about some of the poses she would perform tomorrow for Mr. Taylor, some of those were just like her mom's.