Pike's Peak

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. Pike's Peak

29. Railroad Lady

30. No Exit

Chapter 28: Pike's Peak

Over the Fourth of July weekend, the airlines ran specials for the long weekend, provided you didn't care what strange hour you debarked. I flew out of Atlanta and into Denver to join Mike. Delta was nice enough not to charge me extra for my breasts. They were classified as carry-on bags. Mike met me at the airport. We went back to his motel, a dump in Greenling, and together we worked on our Colorado refrigerator magnet. You can only legitimately buy a state magnet in states where you and your mate had an orgasm. That is the rule. Masturbation does not count.

It was a hundred degrees in Denver that weekend. I will take a hundred degrees in Colorado over ninety degrees in muggy Hotlanta any day. I'd rather be baked than fried in my own juices. I was so happy to be back with my man I decided to give him a little wake-me-up blowjob. Mike was just one of those unique guys who could tolerate a large-breasted woman waking him up in the morning by wrapping her lips around his dick. I was so lucky to have him.

I woke up before him. I have an internal alarm clock that allows me to wake up at the time of my choosing. I just need to look at a digital clock right before I go to sleep. We still had several Arizona Iced Teas in the room, but no ice. I made a quick trip outside, dressed only in my sleepwear (a tee-shirt which barely covers my butt and pussy) to get a bucket of ice.

The morning air was warming up quickly. The slight breeze felt good on my bare legs as I opened the ice machine door to get a bucket of the baby ice cubes. I went back toward the room when the owner, located on the perpendicular row of rooms, gave me a big hello wave. Instinctively, I raised my arm and waved back, unaware for the moment that I was giving him a beaver show as my T-shirt rose above my bush when my arm went up. I quickly realized what happened, put my arm down and scooted back into the room. Mike was still asleep as I gently closed the door.

I filled a glass with ice, then ice tea. I turned on the TV with the volume off. I pulled the covers back off of Mike to reveal his sleeping naked body. I decided to fondle his balls while I drank my ice tea and watched Jerry Springer.

Mike's dick got hard, and soon I heard him whisper, "Tammy, your fingers are cold." My fingers were a little cold and wet from the glass.

"I can stop doing it," I said as I pulled my hand away and took another sip of tea.

Mike quickly backed up. "No, no, it's not a problem. It feels good-actually. Please keep doing it."

"So you like ice cubes? " 1 teased.

"Ice cubes are fine," Mike replied, biting his lip.

I held a baby ice cube to his balls. They shriveled up and got hard. The problem with ice cubes on the balls is that the ice melts and makes the sheets wet. This would not do, so I placed a couple of ice cubes in my mouth and sucked on his balls.

This way I could swallow the small amount of ice water. Mike loves it when 1 swallow.

I held his cock in my hand, which responded like a lying Pinocchio. I decided to give his cock the ice cube treatment too. This was really neat. The cold from the ice cube prevented a lot of blood flow to his dick, while my sucking action on his cock kept him hard without cumming. It was a form of enjoyable torture for both of us.

My mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft. The ice cubes slowly melted in my mouth. I used my free hand to play with his ball when I wasn't replenishing the ice cube supply.

Mike reached under my T-shirt to touch my pussy. His fingers worked the lips until they were wet enough to slip one inside. My first morning in Colorado I would remember by sucking on a cold wet cock. This torture game was fun for the first half of Jerry Springer, but got old after a while. The ice cubes were melting faster, and my jaws were getting sore. Now I know how Ali felt when he fought Ken Norton. Wonder Woman I am not. Mike wanted me to suck him all day; my jaws said they needed a rest. I knew I had to get Mike off and soon. I hate to rush blow jobs, but this one had gone along far enough. I stopped using the ice cubes.

Mike's cock warmed up in my mouth. With my hand stroking him into my mouth, and his fingers working my pussy, it didn't take him long to cum in my mouth. It wasn't a big load for Mike, mostly pre-cum. He said he was still horny and wanted to fuck, but I wanted to sightsee.

Over the next few days, we drank cherry cider from Loveland, had a snowball battle on the Fourth of July, fed chipmunks by hand, and visited Estes Park and Denver. I would also get to participate in street theater in Boulder, which I greatly enjoyed; however, today we were going to Pike's Peak.

It was a long drive, but enjoyable. Mike was a bit frisky along the way and kept feeling up my boobs. He wanted to give him a hand job while he drove, but I refused. My tits just tortured him.

The drive up the mountain seemed to take forever. Mike was just hoping the car wouldn't give out. Halfway down the mountain, we noticed you had to stop and have your brakes checked with a heat sensor. I guess if they were too hot, they made you pull over and wait at the restaurant and gift shop that just happened to be there.

We parked in the parking lot way in the back between two vans. The vans had bike racks. It seems a lot of biking enthusiasts drive up the mountain only to ride down it on their bikes. We encountered several groups like that on the way up.

When I stepped out of the car, my head was spinning. Mike stopped dead in his tracks and said, "Almost feels like we just took a hit of acid."

I agreed. I guess this is what is called a Rocky Mountain high. It took a while for us to get used to the elevation. We had donuts at the "world famous" donut shop, although to be honest, I had never heard of it before. The donuts sucked big time. We looked at the scenery, shot a few pictures-been there, done that-Pike's Peak was now added to our list.

When we got back in the car, Mike wanted a head job. I protested claiming we were too open and exposed in the parking lot. Mike said no one would notice us parked between the vans away from the rest of the cars. The van people were bikers and were more concerned about riding down Pike's Peak.

I hesitatingly agreed since Mike would be the one exposed. He leaned his seat back and dropped his pants to the floor, his feet still inside the pant legs. His body looked odd in this light with a tan line stopping half way up his legs. His dick was semi-erect as I placed my head in his lap and wrapped my lips around his manhood. Mike immediately responded by rubbing my tits and lifting my shirt to get at my bra.

It wasn't much longer before he had me completely topless. I was concentrating on Mike's dick, hoping to shorten this episode, but Mike wasn't co-operating. I couldn't get him off. The cool Colorado mountain air felt nice on my bare breasts. With my mind focused on the penis, I hadn't noticed we had company. I felt eyes staring at me. When I looked up, I saw two young men by the van next to us. One sat in the passenger seat while the other stood outside his door. They were pretending to talk to each other while watching me give head.

I stopped suddenly and covered myself. Mike opened his eyes to see why I stopped, and promptly replaced his trousers. I said, "Mike, let's go-NOW." He didn't. The two young men made eye contact with Mike and were pointing to the back of their van. Mike lowered the window to speak to them. The enterprising young men offered us the use of the back of their van.

Mike turned to me and said, "What a great way to get our Pike's Peak magnet! Let's go."

I said, "No." I didn't even know they had a Pike's Peak magnet, and I wasn't that interested in getting one.

Mike countered, "C'mon Tammy live a little bit. Stop being a stick in the mud. Opportunities like this don't happen often. Let's get our Pike's Peak magnet."

We had a quick exchange and Mike won the argument. I was almost looking forward to it, except I knew I had to put up some kind of protest to prevent me from having a slut image. A Pike's Peak magnet- oh boy! The hell I have to go through for this guy.

They opened the back door of their van. It was sparsely furnished. It had a large fur rug on the floor, but the sides of the van weren't paneled. The interior looked like something out of Dumb and Dumber. California plates.

I climbed in as did Mike. Our two hosts, whose names I cannot recall if in fact I ever knew them, sat up front in the captain's chairs. They were blond and somewhat muscular, although a little on the scrawny side. I'll call the one on the driver's side "Biff," and his buddy "Boff." They were surf-boy bookends.

I sat there and waited for Mike to drop his pants so I could suck him off for his audience and then get out of here. Then Mike said to me, "Get your clothes off."

"I don't need to remove my clothes to suck you off," I responded.

Mike countered. "Dear, this magnet stuff is a two-way street, remember? We don't get a magnet unless we both get off, Buster."

I caught myself eating my words. I wanted to say that rule only applied to states east of the Mississippi, but I knew that wouldn't fly. If Mike wanted me to give these two young strangers a show, I'll give them a show.

I took my tee-shirt off over my head. I hadn't bothered to put my bra back on, so I was bare-chested. Biff let out a "GAWWWD! I haven't seen anything like that before."

Boff added to Mike, "You're one lucky dude."

I sat on the floor, unsnapped and undid the zipper. This was a no panties day. I was soon sitting bare-ass on the fur rug. Biff and Boff were moving their heads about, trying to get a good beaver shot. I was facing the opposite direction.

"Could you please turn around, lady?" Biff asked. He was so polite about it, I had to oblige him. I swung my ass around on the rug, with my back now to Mike, and I gave them a good furry beaver shot.

There were no pillows in the van, nothing to really prop oneself. Mike had me lean my back up against the rear of the middle console while he ate me out. The surfer boys got an up-close and personal overhead view of my tits and pussy.

My legs parted as Mike placed his head in between them. He did some token licks up the inside of my thighs, which he thinks I like. This is what he calls "foreplay." Then he finally licked my pussy. Once my pussy was loose enough, Mike worked a finger or two in and out. As he licked my pussy Mike hummed out the "Alphabet Song."

I loosened up to the idea of being watched with each letter Mike licked on my pussy lips, with "1-m-n-o-p" being the clinches in the deal. With that, I reached over into the two chairs to grab onto something to keep from sliding off the back of the console. As fate would have it, that something turned out to be a couple of hard crotches. I rubbed both of their crotches while Mike ate me out.

The boys looked at each other, not knowing what to do. I fumbled with their zippers and belts, making very little progress with only one hand on each, especially Boff, who was stuck with my almost useless left hand. They finally got the idea and undid their zippers like a couple of adolescents who were shy about being naked.

I finally grabbed onto their naked cocks. I licked my palms for lubrication while I masturbated them from my awkward position. The boys reached down and played with my tits as they were meticulously "Biffed and Boffed" around.

"This is great!" Biff exclaimed.

Boff replied, "Ain't no one at home going to believe us."

I ignored his California double negative, relaxed, and enjoyed my thorough titty massage. Mike was "steady as she goes," humming and licking away. About the third time I had licked my palms, Mike suggested, "Dear, I think that lubrication would work better if it were applied directly."

I pursed my lips and strained my neck. I made some "Ah-Ah" feeding noises. The guys got the idea my mouth desperately needed dick. I couldn't reach them from that angle. Mike told them, "Guys, if you want your dicks sucked, you will need to get them back here."

Mike pulled my legs and slid my ass to the back of the van, allowing some room at the console. With my head on the floor looking straight up I watched two young men with their cocks dangling out climb over the console into the rear of the van. Once in the back of the van the boys shucked their pants over their sneakers making an odd but memorable sight.

I scooted my ass forward some and leaned part way up the console so I could be at the right height for cock sucking two boys on their knees. I grabbed both cocks with my hands as they had grown a little soft from the climb over the console. My mouth went to work on Biff's cock first as it was the first one to get hard, so he was the de facto winner. The boys were nice enough to maintain me in place by using the remote controls located on my breasts.

Mike was still busy eating my muffin. His tongue work was making me extremely hungry for cock. Biff let out a little pre-cum. I stopped sucking on him and switched to Boff. I used Biff's pre-cum to lubricate his cock while I maintained his hard-on with slow torturous strokes that wouldn't allow him to cum.

Boff held on to my head as I sucked on him. Mike's hands were nice enough to take his relinquished spot on my left breast. His tongue never missed a stroke even while in the l-m-n-o-p sequence.

My mouth worked on Boff's wonderful penis until the pre-cum appeared. I then swapped back over to Biff. About this time Mike must have surmised by his sticky face, my ass squirms, and pussy spasms that I had cum several times already. He stopped eating me. From the corner of my eye I could see him removing his trousers. His dick was already hard.

Mike slipped his dick inside of me and gave me a gentle fucking-at first. The angle of my back and ass made sex a little difficult for a non-gifted man. Mike struggled to find a good angle and kept slipping out of me. After a few failures, Mike grabbed my ankles and just slid me down until I was flat on the rug. He grabbed my ass cheeks, lifted them a little in the air and then plowed my pussy.

Mike then instructed the boys, "It might be easiest for you dudes just to mount her head and face fuck her."

Biff eagerly obeyed and straddled me at the neck and shoulders, placing his cock at my lips which eagerly sucked him in. My arms were pinned so I couldn't really control his dick action, so I just relaxed my mouth and breathed rhythmically through the nose on his strokes. Biff's balls bounced against my chin and his cock rammed the back of my throat. I soon felt his hot jism shoot into the back of my throat. I gagged for a moment, swallowed his cum, regained my breath and then proceeded to suck Biff dry down to his balls.

Biff got off of me and his buddy took his place. I managed to arrange it this time to where my arms weren't pinned. I had some hand control this time. My pussy was still getting a good pounding.

With Boff's schlong in my face, I knew how to take care of him. I gave him long licks on the underside of his shaft and then concentrated on sucking the head while pumping his shaft with one hand while I played with his balls with the other.

Biff had moved into position where he could watch Mike fuck my pussy, which was sopping wet. He had his dick in his hand, playing with it, getting it hard again.

Mike's dick went off and squirted hot cum inside of me. As Mike pulled out, Biff said, "Dude, you don't mind if I have a go at it from this end?"

Mike opened his arms, pointed to my naked wet spread pussy and said, "Be my guest."

I could feel Biff's big dick enter me. He was larger than Mike. I liked how his cock completely filled my pussy. I was still sucking on Boff while Biff was plowing me, although the Biff-Boff duel action did not last very long.

Boff couldn't stand the hot, wet sucking action of my mouth wrapped around his cock for too long. I came when I felt his cum spew into my mouth. I swallowed it all and licked his dick clean.

With Boff now off of my shoulders with my face fucking completed, Biff was able to get a better position. His right hand played with my tits while he kept his dick in me. Biff fucked me for what seemed like eternity. Mike and Boff had gotten dressed and made their way to the front seats with Mike checking out the van stereo system.

Biff continued fucking me, and then he began kissing me. I kissed him back with my cum breath, something Mike would never do with me. After listening to "Stairway to Heaven" a couple of times, Biff finally came. I was exhausted.

Mike handed me a small box of tissues from the front seat to clean up with. I got dressed, and we all got out of the van together. A crowd of young bikers gathered outside the van. I almost expected applause, but they seemed uninterested in the recent van-shaking events. Biff and Boff talked to their bike buddies as Mike and I waved goodbye and headed off to the gift shop for my well deserved, hard earned, gone through hell Pike's Peak refrigerator magnet.

They were sold out.

I was pissed. I chastised the salesperson for not having one. He looked kind of dumbfounded. After all it was just a stupid magnet. Mike dragged me out of there before things turned ugly. I eventually got over it, although I later pointed to the spot on the refrigerator where the magnet should be to let Mike know he still owes me a magnet.

The rest of my Colorado vacation was pleasant. I flew back home and waited for Mike to return to restore the pool. In the meantime, the sounds of bullfrogs would lull me to sleep.