Good Faith Pussy

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 27: Good Faith Pussy

Mike had to travel on the road again. This time he was off to northern rural Illinois, which he confessed he hated. He claimed he had never met such a cold, unfriendly group of people in his life. I found that odd, having grown up in neighboring Indiana. Later, I traveled with him to northern rural Illinois and realized he was correct.

Mike, with the assistance of Tom, closed out the swimming pool before he took off. I told him he needed to put some antifreeze in the swimming pool cover hold-down thingies, but he scoffed at me.

"This is the south," Mike claimed. "Things don't get cold down here."

As fate would have it, they froze and broke. It wasn't a sweet "I told you so," but it was an "I told you so" regardless. This time, Mike had a room with a phone in it. I was instructed to use rocks and cinder blocks to hold the pool cover in place.

This was a bad idea. The weight of the water on top of the pool cover due to rain (no- I didn't pump it off) slid a rock into the pool and placed a nice size gash in the liner. My next instruction from the master was to get estimates for its repair.

I had three different pool guys come over, and they all said the same thing. "The location and length of the hole- y'all need a new pool liner." I got estimates for a new liner. As it turned out, ours wasn't a standard-size pool. The estimates were $2600, $2600, and $1300. The guy (Robbie) who quoted $1300 said things were slow this time of year and that he didn't accept credit cards.

This wasn't rocket science work picking who would do the job. Robbie couldn't match up the same color, so Mike allowed me to use my judgment in picking out the color and design for the liner. It was a deep, dark blue color. It looked super rich.

Well, it seemed we got our signals crossed. Mike didn't have the cash on hand, so he had to wait until he got paid and then send me the money. This would take a few days. Robbie and Lee, his young helper, demanded payment because the liner was installed and the work was done. I was upset that Mike hadn't sent me the money. I called him on the phone. I was nearly in tears.

Mike said there was nothing he could do. They would either have to wait a week or take the liner home with them. Robbie and Lee really wanted payment. It seems Lee doesn't get paid for the job until Robbie gets his money. What a hell of a way to do business, I thought.

I asked the guys, since I didn't have the cash on hand, if they would like a beer while we discussed terms. They agreed. They saw I was upset. After some discussion of our personal lives, I found out Lee was a high school dropout who still lived at home. His main need for money was to get paid, get drunk, get laid. Robbie needed money to cover his liner, but he had 30 days before he hit any interest charges. In reality, there was really no urgency- they could wait a week but still wanted a token good faith payment. The amount of the good faith payment got less with each bottle of beer consumed and each button that came undone on my blouse. It seems one popped open each time I went to the kitchen to fetch a round. Damn cheap Walmart blouse, always losing buttons.

Robbie was just a bit taller than me. He had sandy brown hair, freckles, and a great laugh with a thick Southern accent. Lee was a gangly kid still with pimples.

I didn't even have the good faith money they desired at this point. I was building up the courage for a gamble. I was stretched out on the chair with my feet on the floor. I wore a pair of jeans and had one button left on my blouse at the bra. I was flashing flesh at my stomach and cleavage areas. I watched their eyes. When the last of the beers was gone, and I was sure I had their attention, I undid the last button in front of them and announced, "You guys worked up a sweat out there. Anyone want to take a 'good faith' shower with me?"

I dropped my blouse coyly to the floor and walked toward the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing that a blind man could follow.

I adjusted the water temperature and stepped inside the shower. I left the bathroom door open, but closed the sliding glass door of the shower to prevent water from splashing on the floor. It wasn't long, but a few moments before I could see two silhouettes on the other side of the glass door. I slid the shower door open so we could see each other's bodies naked and undistorted. The boys still had their underwear on. I giggled. It reminded me of the shower scene in "Weird Science," except these guys were not getting into the shower with their briefs on.

Their eyes looked over my wet, naked body. I don't think they would have noticed if I was missing my head at this point as they stared intently at my tits and pussy. I broke the silence. I said, "If you take your underwear off. You can get in and help me lather up."

The guys dropped their Fruit of the Looms. Robbie had a normal-sized cock, which means it was a little bigger than Mike's. Lee had a woozy-doozy. It was long with a slight crook in it. If I could whistle, I would have let out a long one. Instead I said to Robbie, "Lee must be your hose man."

I got no response to my quip. The shower was crowded with the three of us. I handed Robbie and Lee a bar of soap each (I normally have two or three different soaps working, depending on my mood). This was before liquid soap became my standard.

Lee worked my back, while Robbie concentrated on my tits. They quickly learned to rub the soap onto their hands first, then apply it to my body. Lee was concentrating on massaging my ass rather than my back. Robbie was working my "good faith" tits, lifting them up and making sure they were good and soapy.

It didn't take long before both pairs of hands converged on their "good faith" pussy, Robbie from the front and Lee from the back, slipping his hands between my soapy thighs, fingering me from behind.

Almost instinctively I pushed Robbie down to my pussy. I saw the top of his head getting wet as he ate me out. I leaned my body back into Lee. He was kind enough to place his arms around me and hold me up by my large breasts. I could feel his dick getting hard on my ass as I squirmed up against it.

Leaning back as I was with my tits being rubbed, my pussy eaten, and the warm water cascading off my body, I could have stayed there forever, it would seem. I reached around with one hand to feel Lee's young long dong. I came in Robbie's face when I ran my hand along the extended shaft of Lee's manhood.

We shifted positions. I turned around to allow Lee to eat me and Robbie to brace me. This wasn't as good as before. Lee was not the best at eating pussy, and playing with Robbie's cock was not the same as feeling Lee's cock. It wasn't bad- just not as good. Unfortunately, the water started to turn cool. We decided to rinse off while there was some warm water left and take our "good faith" session to the bedroom.

Before we went to the bedroom, we had to dry off. It seems I didn't have to do a thing other than hand the guys the towels. I stood there as hands worked me over from both sides. Every inch of my body was hand-dried not once but twice by my attentive men.

Once they were satisfied everything I had was dry enough for the bedroom, we then went into the bedroom to see how wet they could make me. I plopped down on the water bed and spread my legs wide open, offering up some "good faith" pussy to the boys.

Robbie dove right in. He gave my slit a few token licks and then mounted me. Lee stood there with his dick in his hand, not exactly knowing what to do. I motioned him over to the bed. "Come here, there's plenty of room. Let me suck your dick."

Lee got on the bed and knelt with his long cock in my face. My mouth engulfed half his dick. I sucked on it while Lee knelt there with his hands on his hips. I pulled his woozy doozy out of my mouth and said, "You don't mind if I only swallow half of this hose7"

Lee looked dumbfounded. I don't think any woman had ever said anything like that to him before. He finally spoke, almost stammering, "Why no, Mrs. Stolzfus, I don't mind at all. "

That was so sweet and polite. I had been telling everyone that Mike and I were married. This way it keeps guys from trying to ping on me all the time. Actually, I was still Mrs. Trueheart, but I didn't want to start that conversation right now. I just kept sucking on that great big dick of his while Robbie did what he pleased to my exposed pussy.

Robbie fucked me from a kneeling position. Both boys had their hands on my tits. I just couldn't get over Lee's fine cock. It was one I could lick like a candy cane, and I did. I held his dick in my hand and tongued the side of it up and down the shaft. I played with his fuzzy balls while I tasted his man-flesh. Lee's breathing was very erratic between his moans. I wanted to feel his big dick in my pussy. I made my request, "Robbie, let me suck your dick too."

Robbie stopped pumping me and scooted up the bed on the opposite side of where Lee was kneeling. I looked at them both, one on each side, and said, "This isn't going to work- Lee, would you please fuck Mrs. Stolzfus' pussy? Please, pretty please fuck me," I added.

Lee took Robbie's old position between my legs. His hands touched and fingered my pussy for a moment before he placed his dick inside of me. It felt good, really fucking good. It filled my void nicely, with a pleasant hook to it. I almost came before he was inside. It took only a few delicate strokes to get me off.

I could fit all of Robbie's organ in my mouth, and in fact that is how we spent the next few minutes of our time with his dick filling my mouth. His balls were a lot hairier than Lee's. After squeezing my tits a few times, Robbie moved his body up over me and straddled my face with his cock in my mouth. He then grabbed my head and force fucked my face. I felt like my mouth was being fantasy raped. I gagged on his cock a few times, but that didn't slow him down much. He seemed almost possessed, as if he couldn't stop.

Lee was still gingerly stroking at my pussy, pausing every now and then. As I felt and tasted Robbie's cock in every inch of my mouth, he came. Surprising, I didn't gag on his cum. In fact, I barely got a taste of it as the first squirt erupted down my throat. His strokes slowed, and the cum oozed out of his cock as I cleaned him off with my mouth.

Robbie became almost apologetic all of a sudden as he "un-straddled" my face. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Stolzfus. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I told Robbie it was alright, but I wished Junior would start hurting me. Robbie headed toward the bathroom. Lee was still doing gentle strokes. Finally, Lee said, "I'm not going to get you pregnant, will I?"

Oh for Pete's sake. I couldn't believe this guy. I told him, "No, my tubes are tied. You are not going to get me pregnant if you cum inside me."

With that, Lee picked up the pace and began to hammer away at my pussy. I could feel the juices flow as he went deep into the well. Lee got off his knees and lay on top of me. His one hand grabbed my tit while he rested his weight on his other arm. I dug my nails into his back and then grabbed his ass. Lee jerked and shot his hot load inside of me.

The deed was done. Mike had a whole week to get me $1300.00 for the pool liner or else I would have to fuck these guys again. Robbie and Lee came back the following week for their money. I had a check waiting from them. They looked a little disappointed that they would be paid in full.

Robbie took the check and paused for a moment in thought. He looked at me and said, "You know this check will take 10 days to clear."

I laughed. "Not if you cash it at our bank. Nice try, Robbie."

The kicker, as it turned out, was that Mike did not come home to open the pool up that spring. Instead, he went to work out in Colorado for the summer, and the pool degraded into a frog pond.