Bra Buying with Men

I had deleted many chapters when I decided to publish Tammy as a novel. I am now resubmitting them. This is the correct chronological order. If you can't find them, they are on their way. It is a process. BTW I have bonus chapters about Tammy that are not on this list.

1. Forced to Strip

2. Tammy and the Twins

3. Forced to Strip 2

4. Serving Justice

5. Justice Served Part 2

6. Justice Served Part 3

7. Justice Served Part 4

8. Club Med Honeymoon

9. The Divorce Incident

10. A Busy Elf

11. Rachel and Mark

12. The Bra Model

13. Doctor Dad

14. Bound for Pennsylvania

15. Gang Bang Shower

16. White Wedding

17. Happiness is a Warm Gun

18. Wife Swapping

19. Jets vs. Bears

20. Bra Model Redux

21. Tammy and Mike

22. State Magnet Collecting

23. Mike, Tom, and Dave

24. Advice from a Caterpillar

25. Stacy

26. Bra Buying with Men

27. Good Faith Pussy

28. Railroad Lady

29. No Exit

Chapter 26: Bra Buying with Men

It wasn't much longer after my lesbian incident that Mike returned home from Omaha. Our friend Tom was with him. I was so glad to see Mike and to finally get some real dick with hot cum. The first night I spent giving Mike a lot of pussy. Tom, who was no stranger to my body, spent the night in the guest room greasing his palm. This was my night to spend alone with my man.

The next day would be different. I told the guys I really needed some bras. The ones I had were ready for the rag bin. Mike suggested I go to Wal-Mart and get some. I explained to him it was not that easy. Finding a 38DDD size bra that didn't fall apart or cut me in the sides was difficult and I needed to go to an upscale store such as Dillard's or Macy. The guys hemmed and hawed around. I didn't have the money to get what I needed. I had to have them come along and have them want to go shopping for bras. Finally Tom made an off handed comment about being able to watch me try them on as an incentive for the guys to go shopping for bras.

I said I didn't have a problem with that. I would bring someone back into the fitting room with me. I had done this before with Diane. I didn't see what the problem would be having a man with me instead of a woman.

The guys both got a case of raised eyebrows and puzzled looks. Mike began a long, confused scratch of his head. Finally Tom said to Mike, "I'm gamed if you are. It's your call."

"I'm game if you are" seems to be the adult equivalent of "Double dog dare ya." The three of us packed into the car with Dillard's, Macy's, and Sears as destinations.

Dillard's was the first stop. There were numerous bras in my size, but they were makes and brands I knew would not fit right. I really didn't even need to try them on. I hated dragging these guys out for nothing, so I took three bras that I thought might fit into the small changing room. There was only room enough for one guy. Mike told Tom to "Go ahead and go first since you're the guest."

Tom never argued much with Mike, and he wasn't going to start now. Tom cautiously followed me into the change room, turning his head all around as he walked, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was clearly uneasy with the idea of going into the ladies' change area, but no one stopped him or said a word as he followed me into the small room and closed the door behind us. There are some unspoken social taboos that are frequently violated without much comment. One is that a mother can take her young son into the ladies' room. A second one is that women can use the men's room at rock concerts when there is a long line at the ladies' room. The third is that a woman can take a guy back into the change room with her to get his opinion. Women make the rules. We can break them when we want.

Tom made himself useful by holding the bras while I removed my t-shirt and bra. I let Tom undo the hook in the back. I slid the cloth forward as Tom was mesmerized by my naked breasts. I pointed to one of the bras in his hand. Tom was a bit stunned and hesitated a second, then said, "Oh, okay, I guess you'll want to try one of these on."

"That was the idea Tom," I replied. I tried the first one on. I soon realized it went on and off faster and easier without Tom's mechanical help with the hook.

Tom said, "That one looks good."

"Yes, it looks fine, but it has a wire that digs into me. I can't wear it without bleeding," I responded. I showed Tom where the wire was biting me by saying, "See here."

Tom felt the wire and agreed it wasn't for me.

I took that bra off and exposed myself once again. Tom handed me another bra.

Tom approved of this one too.

The bra's material was all wrong. It was nice looking but scratchy. It gave me a lot of support. It was a real nice looking bra, but I would be scratching my tits all day.

"This won't do. Feel this material, Tom," I said as I thrust my breasts at him.

Tom felt the coarse material of the bra covering my right breast. Then the Smart Alec said, "Did they put the same coarse material on both sides?" and proceeded to feel up both my breasts through the material. Once Tom was indeed satisfied the material covering both my breasts was equally coarse we went on to the third and final bra.

I removed the coarse bra, gave my boobs a quick scratch and tried on the last bra.

"Is the material any better?" Tom asked.

"Yes it is a lot better, see for yourself," I replied.

Tom responded to my invitation. He gently rubbed the material getting my nipples hard. The damn bra, however, didn't feel comfortable. My hand brushed up against Tom's crotch as he felt my tits. My bra was quickly removed, and Tom commenced to suck on my tits as I rubbed his pants. His dick was hard. I thought he might cum in his pants. I broke off our session by saying, "Mike must be wondering what is keeping us."

I got dressed and we came out of the change area. Mike was still lurking around the woman's department. I explained that none of these bras would do. We went to Macys.

Macy's had the bras I needed. The problem with Macy's is that they had a strict policy about trying on garments. I would have to try on the bras alone. The bras fit perfectly and they were on sale. I told Mike I needed two. He bought me three.

Now that we'd bought the bras, our clothes shopping didn't end there. We still went to Sears, although I wasn't sure why. Mike said if we found better, cheaper bras, we could return these, although I explained that was unlikely.

We searched through the racks and found only one bra my size. I didn't like it, but I would try it on for Mike. I also espied a dress that I liked. I wasn't taken with many dresses, but this one looked like it would fit me correctly in all the right places. I grabbed it to try on.

Sears didn't care if I had someone help me try on garments. In fact, the saleslady directed me to the large handicapped room for more space. There was enough room in there for a party. Mike brought Tom back with us.

The door had slats on it. You couldn't really see in, but you could peek out. There was also a large gap under the door you could easily crawl under. I guess this was so the salesclerk could watch everyone's feet, ankles, and maybe even their knees.

The guys sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of the open door space. They watched my every move intently like hungry dogs, their heads moving about, not wanting to miss a dropped morsel.

I removed my t-shirt and bra and tried on the Sears bra. The boys watched as my breasts were revealed to them and then hidden again. The Sears bra pushed up my cleavage more than most bras. It was still uncomfortable. I then put on the dress and viewed myself from various angles and poses in the mirror. It looked good on me. I asked the guys, "What do you think?"

Mike tugged on my jeans which I left on under the dress and said dryly, "It would fit better and look better without these."

He was right. I didn't take off my jeans because this was a no-panties day. But I was among friends, so I lifted the dress enough to reach underneath and undo the snaps. My pants fell to the floor. Tom held my pants down on the floor so I could step out of them.

"How about now?" I asked as I stood a foot or so away from the boys-nearly towering over them.

"Looks great," the guys agreed.

Mike reached out, grabbed the hem of my dress, and pulled it slightly forward. He pulled just enough so the boys could tilt their heads and look underneath all the way up to my pussy. I felt hands slowly work their way up my legs under my dress. I took a step forward. Fingers were touching my pussy. I closed my eyes for a moment, extended my arms, and caressed the heads of my admirers.

As I was moistening up to their touch, Mike said, "We don't want to ruin the dress; you better take it off."

The dress and bra came off. The guys felt me up as I reached for their crotches. Hands were all over my tits, ass, and pussy. I parted my legs as fingers entered inside of me while standing up. I could feel a hard dick underneath their pants.

I didn't know how much time the salesclerk would give us before she checked up on the happy trio. Apparently Tom had the same thought and suggested we take our act back home, where we wouldn't be pressed for time.

Mike agreed, and the guys helped me get dressed back into my jeans and t-shirt. They bought me the dress too. I need to clothes shop this way more often.

I sat in the front seat of the car on the way back, jammed between Mike and Tom. Their hands were busy on my body all along 1-75. Mike's hands were less busy as he was in charge of that steering nuisance.

I slipped my bra off from under my t-shirt, a trick I learned in junior high school. My pants became undone and slid down to my knees, just far enough to allow a hand to get in between my legs.

We were making our way back to Barret Parkway. I had hands under my t-shirt feeling up my bare breasts and some fingers diddling with my pussy. Mike wasn't even careful about truckers who might be looking down into our vehicle. It would have been fun to hear the CB chatter that day as my exposed pussy worked its way down I-75, Barret Parkway, then onto our neighborhood.

I had my clothes back on (minus the bra) by the time we got into the driveway. I gathered up the day's booty, and we headed straight into the house rather quickly.

The house was warm, so Mike kicked the AC into high gear. I hadn't put down the packages before the guys were feeling my boobs. I walked toward the bedroom with the guys right behind me.

Once in the bedroom, I sat the bundles down and removed my top so the boys could take care of breast business. My tits were lifted and sucked. I suggested we use the water bed right next to us.

I took my shoes and pants off and lay down naked in the middle of the bed so my boys could service me. Mike licked my pussy while Tom took special care of my breasts. They were undressing themselves as they worked. I just lay there and relaxed. Mike's tongue felt incredibly good as I believe he was going through the Hebrew alphabet on my clitty, one of my all-time favorites. Tom was squeezing my tits together while sucking on them. He was on all fours while doing this with his balls hanging down in an irresistible position-so irresistible that I had to reach out and fondle them. His balls had a covering of light red hair which I fooled around with.

Tom's dick got hard with my play as I came in Mike's face. Tom stopped with my breasts for a moment and stood up on his knees. With his hard dick pointing straight at me, he said with feigned indignation, "See what you did to me!"

I stroked his dick with my hand and said, "That's not a problem big boy. Let Tammy take care of it."

Rather than just have me suck on his cock in my mouth, Tom opted for a titty fuck. He mounted himself over me, placed my boobs together and fucked them with his cock. I pursed my lips. His cock was just big enough to get the head of it inside my warm wet mouth on the up stroke.

While Tom was busy fucking my tits and mouth, Mike decided to mount my pussy. No sense in wasting a nice friendly hole. My legs were spread wide open. Mike was on his knees holding my butt a few inches in the air with my feet planted firmly on the water bed. His pounding away at my pussy gave everyone a ride. There was a gentle rocking motion on the bed as Tom's cock popped in and out of my mouth. I love the taste of dick flesh.

Tom was busy working my breasts around his cock. I had cum several times with my two favorite boys inside me. Then Mike said, "Ready to swap places Tom?"

Tom didn't answer, instead his cock gave a little pre-cum. This lubrication on my tits let his cock glide a little easier. It wasn't but a few seconds until Tom's load shot all over my face and tits. I used my hand to help stroke out the last bit of love juice. I took the head of his cock and sucked it clean. My fingers scooped up what sticky goo it could for my consumption.

Tom got off and replied to Mike, "She's all yours."

Mike looked at my sticky tits and face. He just got a grin on his face and shook his head. He said, "Where do you want it? Pussy, tits, or mouth?"

I wanted to feel cum explode in my pussy. I told Mike, "Just go ahead and cum inside my pussy, sweetie."

Mike grabbed a hold of my ass cheeks and rammed his cock into me. His hard strokes and hot load gushing inside of me caused me to cum one last time. I had hot, sticky cum on my face, tit, s and in my box. I was content.

The three of us lay on the bed, naked, and turned on the TV for some MST 3000. All was right with the world. Tom stayed the week and helped Mike close out the pool. He would be rewarded with a few more threesomes, although I didn't get clothes anymore out of the deal.