Tammy Brings Home a Visitor

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction involving consensual sex. All characters are at least eighteen years of age.

Nobody but me thought much of Taylor Godwin's sister Tammy. She was older than us by a few years and by all accounts she was a little weird. She had short hair before it was cool and she wore dark lipstick and heavy eye shadow. She listened to real rock and roll while pretty much all the other girls listened to pop punk or r&b. She was also viewed as a bit of a slob because she wore torn up concert tees and had biker posters in her room. And sure, she was a little big around the edges, but I never considered her to be the cow everyone else did. Really, she just had big tits, a big ass, and just enough bounce around the midsection to give her womanly curves. She did sleep with a lot of guys, or at least those were the rumors, so I couldn't really argue when they called her a slut. To me, though, that made her even more desirable.

I used to stay over at Taylor and Tammy's house all the time. None of us lived on our own yet, but their house was the next best thing, because their parents were really laid back, always out at bingo or karaoke or whatever else they did. One night when I was there and it was just Taylor and Dave York and me, hanging out and getting high and watching a movie in the dimly lit living room. Dave and I were the couch and Taylor was in his father's easy chair. At some point, he had fallen asleep and was lightly snoring. I was barely awake myself when I heard footsteps on the porch.

It was Tammy. When she finally managed to get the door open, I saw she wasn't alone. She was with a guy I'd never seen before, a guy who looked old enough to be my dad, a dark beard and a biker vest. Tattoos. Sunglasses even though it was dark. Both of them stumbled in. Dave and I looked over. Taylor didn't stir.

Tammy had on her usual attire: a tight fitting t-shirt cut short and low, exposing an ample amount of pearly white skin above and below her buxom breasts, and a pair of bleached, torn Levis so tight I could see a clear outline of her camel toe and the chubby area just above.

"Woah, babe," the biker said, grabbing Tammy around the waist, coming in behind her to take a handful of her shirt. "This gonna be a cockfight?" He pushed his face into her neck and she giggled. His hand moved up and ran across her barely contained breasts.

"No it's cool," she whispered to him, batting long lashes and giving us something of a glare. "It's just my brother and his friends. They don't matter. Let's go." She took him by the hand and led him out of the living room, through the kitchen and to the far side of the trailer where the bedrooms were. As they passed, the guy looked at me, winked and smacked Tammy's generous rump.

Once they were firmly out of range, Dave whispered, "Holy shit." I didn't say anything. Both of us were grinning, barely able to contain our laughter. Dave picked up the remote and turned the volume of the movie down a few clicks.

Tammy's room was the first down the hallway, just on the other side of the kitchen. Soon enough we could hear them in there. Tammy was saying low things, murmuring words we couldn't understand, but the guy was louder. We got up and moved quietly through the kitchen and into the hall. Her bedroom door was closed, but I could still make out some of their words.

"Oh yeah, babe," I heard him say. "Come on. Oh that's right. Don't be shy. It won't bite. Oooh. Slow, yeah, slow. You know what you're doing, don't ya girl?" He mumbled something and then said, "So fucking hot. Do that again. Keep doing that."

Dave looked at me, both of us bent over at the door, listening, grinning, almost laughing out loud. I was shocked, nervous and hard as a rock, dry mouthed and unable to even blink.

After a short flurry of groans and quiet squeals from her, he spoke again. "Okay, honey. Let's get you up here on the bed."

"Wait, wait," those words we heard perfectly as she said them, a slight gasp to her timbre. "Mmm, wait. Go get me a beer from the fridge."

"Okay, babe," the man said. "Sounds like a good idea."

Dave and I bolted. We ran back into the living room and jumped on the couch just as the biker guy entered the kitchen and went for the fridge. His vest was off, and I saw that his dark leather belt was unbuckled. He grabbed four beers, shot us a quick glance, and disappeared as fast as he'd come.

From inside the room, Tammy squealed. She said something fairly loud, but we had moved too far away to hear. Dave got up and so did I, both of us creeping in silence, both of us starting to sweat. I was hiding a boner and he probably was too. In the kitchen, we could hear them perfectly, even when she whispered. We stuck our heads around the corner and saw something was hadn't seen before.

The biker had left the door open, just a crack, and we could see inside. Surely he'd done it on purpose. It was dark in the hallway, bright in the room, and there was no way they could have seen us, especially as busy as they were. They each had a beer, with the two backups on Tammy's pink dresser. The biker was on Tammy's bed, now with his shirt off, and Tammy was standing with her back to us, facing him and gyrating her upper half. She went slow, swaying back and forth, raising and lowering her arms, and he just laid back and watched. He drank quickly and was soon opening up his second beer.

"That's hot, girl," he said. "Shake them tits. Take your shirt off for me."

Tammy didn't obey him immediately, instead continued her slow dance. She drank some of her beer. She was rubbing herself through her clothes, though Dave and I could only see her from behind. And what a behind. She was continually tugging and lifting her shirt up, exposing her entire ass, round and heavy and perfectly formed within the denim.

"I said take off your fucking shirt," the man said, no hint of good humor in his voice. He took long swallows of his beer as he stared her down.

She didn't hesitate any more. After setting down her beer, she yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She continued to slowly gyrate. The skin on her back and shoulders, her upper arms, was silky and flawless and pale, with just a hint of creamy white pudge overflowing her jeans at the waist. Her bra was a light, satiny blue color, and cut just slightly into her skin.

"Bra," the guy said, impatient. "Take that fucking thing off. Let me see you."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Everybody talked about Tammy being a slut, but I was seeing it front and center. Without another word, she reached around and unsnapped her bra, pulled it aside and turned sideways enough that I got a brief glimpse of her left breast. She had an overflowing handful of fleshy tit, with a half dollar sized nipple poking proudly forward, rosy and pink.

"Come on." I hadn't noticed him doing it, but the biker had removed a five or six inch hard-on from his pants and was pulling it with long, smooth strokes. "Come on and get this." He wasn't smiling or panting or anything. He was just staring her down, the moisture covered can of beer still in his left hand. "Give me that head again."

And sure enough, her next move was to kneel before him at the edge of her bed. Her head went into his lap and her cropped, auburn hair obscured his engorged prick from my sight. He took a long drink from his beer, and actually rested it on her back as she began working on him. Her head moved around a little bit, up and down and side to side, and through the quiet of the room the sucking and slurping sounds were clearly audible, weak and disjointed at first, but then steady, even loud, as she found a rhythm.

I was pretty sheltered up to this point in my life. I'd only seen a few hardcore pornos in my life, and had never before seen a real girl naked. To see one sucking a dick, a girl I knew even, in a house I practically lived at, was almost too much for my mind to handle. The back of my neck was sweating. My knees were cramping up from the hunched position I was holding at the door. I could feel Dave breathing, tense just like me.

"That's right, girl," the biker was saying. "Take it all. Suck it right, baby doll."

Tammy garbled something I couldn't understand, pulled her face away for a second and took a sloppy breath. "Oh my God," she gasped. Her right hand, which had been resting on the biker's thigh, reached in and she began to play with him. As she moved her head around, I caught sight of her steady strokes. "Is it good?" she asked.

He drank from his beer and set his right on her head, pushing her down into his crotch. "Mm. It's fine. Just keep at it.," he told her. She lowered her face back onto him, a slight giggle and a smacking of her lips. "That's right. Impress me," he went on. "Use your tits a little. Put my dick in there."

That, I'd never even seen in the movies. I wished I had a better view. As it was, I saw another peak at Tammy's left boob, another look at the biker's rigid cock, now glistening with Tammy's saliva. Then she blocked him off and all I saw was her lovely back, that gorgeous ass in those jeans.

"Like this?" she asked him. Her arms were moving furiously up and down, and now I could see the edges of both her overflowing tits, bouncing with the rhythm. "Oh my God," she said again, somehow moaning and giggling all at once.

"Yeah, yeah," he said. His head was thrown back and his face was to the ceiling. When he looked at her, his eyelids were low. "Jack me with them titties. Fat ass titties." He ran a hand forcefully through her hair. "Look at me. Look at me and slap them jugs." When he blinked, it was slow. "Keep going. Don't stop." He even poured a little beer onto her boobs as she titfucked him, splashing them both and eliciting from her the loudest cry yet.

She said, "I'm so horny right now." That was obvious, at least from my vantage point. Her ass, which had been slowly swaying, now picked up a steady grind as she played with her boobs and his dick. "Let's fuck."

The biker drank the last of his beer, tossed the empty can across the room and sat straight up, pushing Tammy backward in the process. "Get up," he told her. "Get on the bed." As he spoke to her, as she did as he told, the biker stood and stripped off his pants.

Tammy unbuttoned her own pants and peeled them off, struggling slightly to get them down over her hips, and then stepping out of them easily. Her body was incredible, just as I'd always imagined. Her ass was a pale moon, curvy free of cellulite and flab. Her legs were full and shapely. Her mid section had a light jiggle to it and her tits, now that I could get a full on view, were perfect, round and bouncy and milky white, just the right amount of slope leading to those big nipples.

With a loud smack on her naked backside, the biker chuckled and pushed her down to the bed. "On your back, baby. Spread yourself. Spread that pussy."

He almost completely obscured Tammy as she lay on the bed, just her legs on each side of him, her arms wrapping around from time to time. His vest and the t-shirt he had on under it were still on. He didn't waste any time, pounding away on her hard enough that I was sure she'd tell him to stop.

She didn't, though. She wrapped her pale, thick legs around him, gripped his waist. "Oh god," she moaned. "Oh my god. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

The biker was grunting, groaning and almost coughing, but he didn't speak. He picked up speed. The loose flesh of his pale ass bounced in a rapid rhythm. "Uh, hu, uh, uh."

Beneath him, Tammy was gasping for breath. As he squeezed and smacked her, she let out little cries of discomfort. "Ow, ah, ah. Bah, ah. Mm, mm, mmph." Her legs were crossed together behind his back, locking them as one. Her midsection rose up with his every withdrawal. "God," she whispered. "Oh, oh, mahhhhaaaaaa."

His pace became quickly violent. He was grabbing her and pulling at her from all directions. The bed springs sounded as if they were ready to come loose of the bed. I glanced once back into the living room, where Taylor was still asleep.

"Shit," Tammy said. "Easy, easy." But she had no say in the matter. The biker had taken over, and it was clear he planned to do as he pleased.

"Fucking bitch," he mumbled, his first words in many minutes. "Fuuuuccckkkk." With that, he bucked hard, once, twice, three times and was done. Together they lay, sweat collecting on their intertwined limbs. After a moment no longer than 20-30 seconds, the biker began to stir. He rose halfway from the bed silently.

"Wow," Tammy moaned. "Did you cum in me?" Now that the biker was partly out of the way, I could see that her hand was resting on her hairless crotch, and her fingers were slowly doing work.

"Yeah," he said, already off the bed and beginning to pull on his pants. "You didn't say nothing."

She rolled on to her side and tucked knees up to her chest. Her hand was still between her legs. "No, that's good. I'm on the pill. I just didn't want to roll over into a puddle, that's all. Will you be back?"

"Shit." By now, he was basically dressed. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, not offering Tammy one even though I knew she smoked. "I don't know. Next time I get drunk I might stop by." Before he left he asked her, "Can I bring some friends with me?"

Tammy giggled. "Okay," she said. "One or two more would be all right."

Without another word, the biker turned toward the partially opened doorway, and Dave and I had to scramble for cover. We both ran through the kitchen into the living room and on to the couch that we'd so recently abandoned. Before he left the house, the biker grabbed another beer from the fridge, glanced into the living room and said, "Got her all warmed up in there, boys. Go on and get your little cherries popped."

I didn't think of it as a possibility before he said it, and I didn't think of it as a possibility afterwards. I lusted after Tammy, but that's all it ever was. I stared at her when she wasn't paying attention. I jerked off thinking about her more than once. But I never thought about me and her actually getting together. Hell, I was pretty sure she didn't even know my name. I looked at Dave, and though it was dark, I could see him looking back. Neither of us moved. Neither of us would.