No Exit

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 30: No Exit

We had some time off. Robert's friends were having a party up in Charlotte. It was road trip time. It was a long drive as we arrived at a suburban house. A keg of beer sat in the middle of the room, with a half dozen guys standing around it. A well-dressed gentleman was sitting at the kitchen table. He had a notepad and never spoke to anyone. I assumed this was either his house or he was a dealer.

Rosanne was the only other woman at this party. She convinced a guy to give us some party favors. We were dipping heavy into his stash when he cut us off. He wanted sex or a blowjob for any more. Neither of us was up for it, so we said no.

It wasn't long before my jaw was grinding and I needed more. Rosanne was about ready to suck off the room. I approached Frank, who had the drugs and asked if there was anything else we could do besides sex. Richie, standing near Frank, said, "You girls play naked Twister, and I am sure everyone would chip in."

Frank said, "I don't care who pays the money; it was fine by me."

A Twister game sat on the game shelf. Rosanne started to undress before I could agree to this. She was much taller than me with longer limbs. I was going to lose, but that was not the object of the game. The object was to let the guys see the goods in odd positions while we powder our noses.

The guys gathered round the Twister board. Robert controlled the spinner. It wasn't long before my ass was in the air and tits hanging down. Rosanne was in an opposite position on her hands and feet with her pretty pussy spread and in the air.

I fell on the next spin. I stood up and announced, "Coke Break!" We both did some lines off the coffee table. It was clear this coke was cut. We started playing all over again. I remember having my pussy in the air being stared at by the Gynecology Club. I collapsed and..

I woke up in strange but familiar surroundings. I felt naturally at ease for a moment, but as I regained consciousness I felt more uneasy. I was resting on a sofa. This wasn't just any sofa, but the sofa I grew up with as a child, except not worn. My Daddy's chair sat next to the sofa, and both faced an active fireplace.

When I realized how impossible it was, I sat up quickly. I took a good look around the room. The objects in it were familiar but out of place. The fireplace was from my second husband's home. A refrigerator door sat on the wall opposite the fireplace. It did not open. A large Pike's Peak refrigerator magnet sat on the non-operating door.

The room was uncomfortably warm. Not unbearably so; I just wanted to turn the thermostat down a peg or two. I moved over to check out the fireplace. The fire wasn't generating any heat. This seemed very odd. In fact I stuck my hand in it a few times without getting burnt.

I was attempting to gather my thoughts. This was a dream. It had to be, yet I couldn't wake myself up. I pinched myself. OUCH! That didn't work. I recalled my last thoughts and tried to figure out how I got here. The last thing I remembered was playing naked Twister and doing lines. Oh shit.

There was a door off to the one side of the room.

I opened the door to a long, nearly pitch black corridor. There were doors lined all up and down on both sides with just a faint crack of light peeping out from the bottom of the doors. There must have been hundreds of such doors. The tunnel appeared to stretch for infinity in both directions. The hallway was noticeably warmer than the room. It was like I had opened an oven door.

I ventured out into the hallway to try another door. I had left my door open for some light, but as soon as I was out of arm's length of the door, it slammed shut. LOCK! I panicked as I tried another door-LOCKED, and another and another and another. They were all locked. I went frantically from door to door, twisting the doorknobs and trying to break the doors in with body slams. I beat on doors, shouting "LET ME IN! LET ME IN!" to no avail. The hallway was unbearably warm. I was now whimpering out loud, "Please God, please open one of these doors."

The next door opened, and I darted inside without looking first, as if I was being chased. With the door shut behind me, I looked at the room. IT WAS THE SAME ROOM I HAD JUST LEFT! But it couldn't be. I was several dozen doors away, or was it?

The major difference about this room from the one I just left was that my brother Kevin and my ex-boyfriend Mike were in this room. I was glad to see them. Even though I had no idea where I was or how they got here. Kevin was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. Mike was in my father's chair. He had a slit in his throat and was toasting a marshmallow on a stick over the fake fire. They ignored me for the moment. I walked over to them and said, "Boy, am I glad to see you! What is this place?"

"Beats me," said Kevin. Mike did not answer. He intently watched his marshmallow not getting toasted as he rolled it around. I looked closely at their faces. They looked odd. Then I realized what it was. They had no irises! Their eyes were coal black. I remarked, "Your eyes are all pupils. They look weird."

"Yours are the same way," Mike finally spoke without looking at me. They grow that way in this dim, soft light. I didn't believe Mike. I looked around the room for a mirror, my head frantically turning.

Mike spoke coldly again, "There are no mirrors here."

"Here! Where the hell is here!" I barked.

"Exactly, exactly," Mike said.

"I don't understand. Where are we?" I continued

Mike and Kevin just laughed. Kevin said. "We don't know either, but you might as well enjoy it."

"Enjoy it! Enjoy what? What is there to enjoy?" I said frantically.

The guys laughed again. Kevin said, "Why, we can enjoy each other."

"You guys can enjoy each other; I'm leaving." I went to the door, but it was locked. It wasn't locked like a normal door where you can shake the doorknob. It was as if the door was painted on the wall and the knob was ornamental.

"It is time for you to earn your Mike and Kevin magnet," Mike said, as I struggled with the non-door.

"Come over here and take your clothes off for us, Tamara," my brother said slowly and distinctly.

"No way," I said. "I ain't taking nothing off for no one," I stammered, resorting back to double negatives.

"Have it your way." Kevin said, adding, "We could simply undress you ourselves."

"Yes, we could," Mike added, still studying his marshmallow.

"It doesn't matter to us. It will be fun for us either way," Kevin continued.

"Yes, it will," Mike said. "Damn these marshmallows. They just don't toast. "

"But why?" I inquired. "What purpose would it serve?"

"You want to get out of here, don't you?" Kevin asked.

"Yes, I do. If you can let me out, then let me out right now, or I'll..."

Kevin cut me off mid-sentence. "Or what? You'll tell Dad?" Kevin chided. "We do not have the power to open the door. Only Tammy can open the door. The only way out is for you to satisfy our needs. We can do that or sit here for all eternity- the choice is yours."

"We could wait until someone rescues us," I said.

"Zeus doesn't have a cavalry that travels this far," Mike grinned.

I sat on the couch next to Kevin for a while and chatted about how we got here, where we were at and how to get out. I was getting no answers. Everything was so unreal. It had to be some sort of dream. That was my conclusion; I told Kevin.

"Well, if you think it is a dream, why don't you allow us to enjoy you and you enjoy yourself? Maybe then you will wake up." Mike interjected.

I thought for a moment. Why the hell not. Maybe then the door will open, and I will wake up. "Okay," I said to Kevin.

"What do you want me to do"

"The first thing you can do is to get out of those clothes, he said.

"Yes, strip," Mike added. "We want to see some of your fine pussy and tits."

I guess it was a compliment, even if it was a little crude.

I stood directly in front of my brother. Mike put his marshmallow stick away, giving it a sneer, as I unbuttoned my blouse.

"Slowly," Kevin instructed me.

I undid one button at a time, flicked my fingers away from the deed, and paused after each button. That seemed to satisfy them.

I pulled the blouse out of my knee-length skirt to undo the last button. With the last button undone, I let the blouse fall back from my shoulders. I stood there for a moment.

Mike now gave instructions, "And the bra."

"I thought you wanted this done slowly?" I shot back.

"Yes, but what makes you think we have all eternity?" Mike replied with a grin.

I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I slid it forward, bent over, showed some cleavage, and then let it drop to the floor on top of my blouse. I stood there bare-chested as the guys ogled me. I was a lot firmer in my boobs than I remembered. I was beginning to like this menagerie. My tummy was a lot flatter too. My 38 DDD breasts stood out nice and firm. Even I stood there and admired them for a bit.

"Wow!" said Mike. "Let us feel those puppies."

I walked over to Kevin first, who reached out and gave my tits each a squeeze. Mike remarked, "You let your own brother feel your tits?"

"We were both adopted," I reminded him. "He is not my real brother."

Mike quieted down as I moved over to him and allowed him to feel my nice, firm boobs. He ran his finger across each nipple until they stood at attention. "That's better," Mike said. "Now you look hot."

In fact, I was starting to get hot. I moved back in front of Kevin and undid the skirt. I let it drop to the floor. I stood there for a moment in shoes, panties, and an ankle bracelet (one with chimes)

The boys stared at my panties, looking at the outline of pussy. I was sporting a pretty good camel toe.

Mike said, "You do realize that the shoes and ankle chimes must come off too?"

"No, I didn't" I replied. It really didn't make any sense, but I obliged. I sat down on the sofa between Mike's chair and Kevin and removed my shoes and ankle bracelet. The guys watched my naked tits jiggle as I undressed. I sat there for a moment in my panties.

"One more to go," Mike said. The guys watched intently as I stood up and slipped off my panties.

Mike and Kevin both let out long whistles. "You look sweet, Brat," Kevin said. "Come on over here and suck big brother's dick."

Kevin undid his trousers and dropped them to the floor. His large woozy doozy was as huge and nice as I remembered. I got down on my knees between his legs. I held his firm velvet skin in my hand. I lifted his cock up and licked the underside of it until it got nice and hard.

Mike exclaimed, "Whoa! You're sucking your brother's cock. I have got to see this up close." Mike got off the chair and moved behind me. I don't think he was as interested in watching me sucking Kevin's cock as he was in playing with my pussy from behind.

Mike watched as I played with Kevin's balls and sucked on them. His fingers were making their way into my box. I was getting wet. Mike placed his head on the floor between my legs. I sat on his face while he ate my pussy. This guy always loved to eat pussy.

After my pussy was good and wet and needing dick, Mike mounted me from behind. His cock seemed bigger than I remembered, but that was no problem for me. What I really wanted was to ride Kevin's big dick while sucking on Mike's smaller one. That would be easier for me to handle. So I made a polite comment without mentioning cock size. "I think it's Kevin's turn with the pussy."

The guys did not argue. Mike sat down in my Daddy's chair as I crawled over to him. Kevin positioned himself behind me, mounting me from behind. My brother would reach around and play with my tits and pussy as he hammered me from behind. I was giving Mike some pretty good head. I went through the ball suck maneuver, the shaft lick, the helmet flick, and finally the sword swallow.

We were getting it on pretty good. I had Mike in one end of me while Kevin was in the other as the guys were attempting to get their "heads together" somewhere in the duodenum. (Mr. Justice, my biology teacher, would be so proud of me.)

When I thought the guys were ready to cum, Mike suddenly grabbed my head and pounded his cock into my mouth. His voice strangely changed to the voice of Eric Cartman as he said, "Suck my cock bitch! Stick this cock down your throat bitch!"

I hate Cartman, especially when he bosses women around. I attempt to spit Mike's cock out of my mouth. I couldn't. I attempted to bite the bastard. I couldn't. I was somehow frozen into a helpless position where I had to suck Mike's cock while "Eric Cartman" grabbed me by the head and ordered me to suck his cock. This nightmare seemed to go on forever with my brother fucking me from behind, slapping my ass and having a cartoon cock down my throat.

"Suck my dick Bitch," Mike continued as if he was a talking doll having his string pulled. The guys eventually shot their loads off into me. "Eric" said, "That's it Bitch, lick it clean, take it all." I did as I was instructed.

The guys pulled out of me and gave each other a high five. I heard a clicking sound at the door, as if it had unlocked. I checked the door. IT WAS OPEN! I hurriedly dressed, although I seemed to be missing a shoe-damn it! The guys got dressed. I asked them, "Have you seen my shoe?" Who knows what those pervs might have done with it.

Kevin suggested I check under the couch. As I did, he checked under my skirt as if something had changed in the last two minutes. My shoe was missing. "Fuck the shoe," I thought. I was ready to get out of that room. I asked the guys if they were going to leave too.

Mike, with his gashed throat, sat there with his marshmallow on a stick over the mock fire. "No," Mike said in his normal voice. He looked inquisitively at the marshmallow. "I am going to stay here and figure out why this thing won't roast. I think Kraft has added asbestos to these things."

"Whatever," I said as I bolted out the door into the warm hall. I tried several doors until I found one open. I went inside.

The room looked almost the same as the previous room, except there was a card table. Sitting at the card table were my ex-husband Lance and my best friend Rachel and her husband Mark. They were all in their undies playing cards.

Rachel looked at me and shouted, "Tammy, I am glad to see you. I thought I would be the only woman here to handle these two men."

I told Rachel, "I don't want to handle these two men; I want to go home."

Mark chimed in, "There are no ruby slippers here, kid. You want to go home; you've got to beat us at cards, and by our rules."

There was no getting out of this one. "Okay, what are the rules?"

Mark explained, "We are cutting cards. Low card removes an article of clothing. Since you are the guest, you will go first. The loser of each hand must continue to play until they win."

I stepped up to the table and examined the deck. They looked fine to me. "Okay," I said as I cut the deck.

Mark cut the deck. He showed me an ace. I looked at my deuce and removed my odd shoe.

The deck was lightly shuffled and moved in front of my ex-husband Lance. I cut the deck, followed by Lance. Again he had an ace, and I had a deuce. The ankle bracelet came off.

The process was repeated with Rachel, sitting there in her bra and panties. Again, an ace and a deuce were cut, with me getting the short end of the deal. I unbuttoned my blouse. I once again examined the deck. It seemed normal. It must just be a run of bad luck. I stood there in my bra, skirt and panties, suspecting my fate.

As Mark cut his ace, I dropped my skirt. I was now dressed as everyone else. Perhaps now my luck would change.

Lance gave the deck a quick shuffle and offered me the first cut- another deuce. I reached around my back, undid the snaps on the bra, and tossed it into the heap of clothes. The guys hadn't changed a bit. They were still fascinated with my naked 38 DDD breasts; all eyes on Tammy's chest.

Rachel made the last cut, removing my final garment. I stood there naked, without covering myself as my ex-husband and his buddy checked out my flesh. Since I was now naked, now what?

Mark said, "You will now play for a forfeit. If you lose, you must perform a deed of my choosing; if you win, I remove an article of clothing.

I cut the cards and, without looking at it, shouted, "WAIT! How about instead of the forfeit, we change the rules. If I can guess what this card is, you are satisfied, and I get to go. If I am wrong, I will do whatever all of you want without complaint.

Mark and Lance were shaking their heads. They didn't like the change in the rules. They claimed they couldn't do it. However, my best friend Rachel was in my corner. She spoke on my behalf, "The odds are 1 in 13 against her, you know. I think we should let Tammy guess."

The guys grumbled and agreed.

I shouted, "A two! and turned over my part of the deck.

It was an ace. I looked over at my ex-best friend Rachel.

"Get your ass up on the table," Lance said as he tossed the cards aside and pointed.

I sat my naked ass on the edge of the table with my back toward Lance. I felt his large paw grab my shoulder and pull me backward until I was flat on my back with my head just off the edge. His one paw worked over my breasts while his other one removed his underwear. As I stared at his cock I could feel my best friend and her husband spread my legs. They took turns tasting me.

Lance placed his cock at my mouth. I knew what I had to do. His cock entered me with my head off the table allowing it to glide easily down my throat. This was different from what I was used to, but I wondered why I hadn't done this type of blowjob before.

As Lance was filling my mouth with his musty cock, I could feel Rachel's tongue on my pussy. I knew it was her tongue because I could feel her long hair on my inner thighs as she worked over my clit. I was wondering where Mark went until I felt his hands and mouth on my tits, sucking on one nipple while tweaking the other. He soon stopped and got on the table. He straddled my naked body and proceeded to titty fuck me.

Husband Lance got his dick sucked while his buddy titty fucked me. My pussy was getting extremely wet due to Rachel's tongue action down below. I was wishing one of these guys would finally fuck me after all. Unfortunately I got my wish when Bigfoot, Little Dick Lance swapped places with Rachel! I now had this hairy beaver stuck in my face. Rachel had her lips spread so I could lick her clit.

I gave her clit some token tongue action while Lance mounted me. Lance pounded away, grunting on every stroke, which made us all snicker with each "oomph." Rachel was disappointed in my lesbian performance, claiming, "Tammy, you are going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to go back to Kansas."

Actually, I was in Charlotte, but I got her drift and started to do some serious pussy eating. Rachel wetted up on me as I got a good taste of her juices. Mark continued to fuck my tits, while Lance was doing something he called "fucking"-the things time or dreams never change.

Rachel had an unusual amount of flooding as I felt overwhelmed by her wetness. I maintained my carpet munching in hopes of returning to "Kansas" from this surrealistic wet dream world. I felt warm, sticky jism on my tits as Mark finished his task. Lance followed shortly thereafter, with a loud grunt, spraying the inside of my pussy with his cum. Rachel pried herself from my face so I could lick the boys clean, one cock at a time. They seemed to be satisfied as I got myself dressed.

I heard the door unlatch. I was missing another shoe. A shoe conspiracy, I thought as I exited the room barefooted, into the hall to find another unlocked door.

The warm hallway felt good on my feet. I quickly found a door with a doorknob that turned. I held my breath. "Here goes," I thought as I held my breath and entered the third room.

Mr. Massey sat calmly at a large table, talking to his three clients: Mr. Lee, Mr. Watanabe, and Mr. Sato. Mr. Massey exclaimed, "Tammy, we have all been waiting for you!" All eyes turned toward me. "We were waiting for our model." The door slammed shut on its own out of my hand and locked itself. It looked like I was going to do some barefoot modeling. No shoe show here.

"Come over to the table and let the clients see the construction of your bra, Tammy," Mr. Massey continued.

I knew the drill all too well. I approached the table and unbuttoned my blouse to the oohs and aahs of the three Japanese businessmen. With the blouse removed, I allowed each of the three men to feel the softness of the bra while it was still on me.

"Demonstrate the snap," Mr. Massey commanded. I took my time, hoping to wake up before this part. I placed my hands behind my back, thrusting out my boobs as I undid the CLASP. You would think a man who sells bras for a living would know the difference between a snap and a clasp.

I slid the bra forward as my breasts fell on my chest. I went to each "client" and allowed them to look at the construction of the bra, while weighing my breasts with their hands to see how much tonnage the bra could hold. Mr. Lee, their boss, true to form, in addition to feeling up my boobs, slipped his hand up my skirt and felt my pussy through my panties. His coarse finger worked its way under the material to touch my pussy lips. Mr. Lee's business associates watched in awe as he finger fucked me under my skirt while making an occasional feel of my titties.

Mr. Massey was nice enough to interrupt the session by reminding me, "Tammy, we must also show our clients the matching panties."

I stepped back from Mr. Lee, who now had placed his fuck finger near his nose whiffing my aroma. I dropped the skirt, standing there in just my panties and ankle bracelet. I was determined to keep the ankle bracelet on. I paraded around the table in my panties allowing each client to feel the material. Of course they all chose to feel the material that just so happened to cover my pussy. After everyone got their jollies touching that wonderful fabric, I removed the panties and presented them to all the clients at the table for their approval, enduring the frequent feels, pats and pokes as I showed them the "unique" elastic band.

While displaying the product to Mr. Lee, his hand slipped in between my legs from behind. He forced my legs open and was able to finger my pussy. He didn't seem interested as I stretched the band out and allowed it to return to its original size.

With my pussy getting wetter, Mr. Lee stood up with his one hand still in place. With his other hand he forced my head down until I was bracing myself with my hands against the table. With my head down, and legs spread, Mr. Lee dropped his pants and entered me from behind.

He rubbed his cock against my Venus glove, and then slipped it right on it. He pumped me hard from behind as I found it more comfortable to relax against the table on my arms and let the clients have their fun. My mind was concentrating on what could possibly be in the next room, or when I would wake up, or if I wanted to wake up, because now I was getting curious as to how this thing would end.

I felt Japanese sauce running down my leg as Mr. Sato replaced Mr. Lee and stuck his dick in me. His hands did some reach-arounds as he played with my titties as he pumped away. I lifted from the table a little so he could have better access to my meat puppies. I looked across the table at the grinning Oriental faces of Mr. Lee and Mr. Watanabe. Mr. Watanabe already had his little dick in his hand stroking it, awaiting his turn. Mr. Lee was just smiling and nodding like a bobble-headed doll. Rather than make Watanabe wait, I motioned for him to come over to my mouth.

My body slid down to the edge of the table. One foot was on the floor, and one leg on the table. My body stretched catty-corner across the table so I could suck off Watanabe while Sato fucked me from behind.

Mr. Lee watched intently as his boys were drilling me from both ends. Then, out of the blue, Mr. Lee started promoting his other product, or so it seemed: beech-flavored Saki. He kept yelling "Saki Beech, Saki."

I had Japanese cock in me at both ends, one fucking my pussy while the other one fucked my face. I sucked on Watanabe. His cock easily glided in and out of my mouth as his nut-sack would bounce off my chin with each stroke. Sato was doing pretty good from behind, occasionally reaching around and feeling my wet, sticky pussy.

When I tasted Mr. Watanabe's pre-cum, I gently reached out and caressed his balls. This caused him to explode jism into my mouth. He continued fucking my mouth until he was completely drained. I swallowed his entire load. Sato kept pumping me and doing his reach-arounds.

Then, to my surprise, Mr. Massey showed up in front of my face with his dick in his hand, waving it at me. Up until this point I didn't know Mr. Massey had a dick. I held his dick in my hand for a moment and played with his hairy balls. When it moved beyond the limp stage, I placed him in my mouth.

Mr. Massey immediately grabbed me by the head. "Ahhh, thank you, Tammy. I had always fantasized about you giving me head. This is indeed a dream come true."

He smiled and pumped my mouth. Who was I to deny my boss a little suction?

I felt Sato's thrusts increase in rhythm. I knew he was about ready to cum. His increased thrusts felt good. I greedily sucked harder on Mr. Massey. Sato's hot sperm exploding inside me made me cum. I had to stop sucking for a second and catch my breath.

I could feel Mr. Sato exit me and wipe the cum off his dick on my ass. I relaxed my legs a little bit and concentrated on Massey's dick. I moved myself off the table and got down on the floor on my knees. I sucked on Massey, licked his balls and shaft, and let him give me a good face fucking while the other three gentlemen watched and commented. I had no idea what they were saying, but they were sure enjoying the show.

Massey, in a final moment, grabbed my head and rammed his cock in my mouth as it exploded with hot juicy cum. As Massey came, I heard the door click. I knew this session was over and it was on to the next room and hopefully out of here.

I got dressed, but this time I could not find my bra. The men helped me search for it, but without any luck. They all thanked me and wished me luck as I exited the room into the hallway.

Barefooted and braless I wandered down the corridor trying doors until one opened up. The door handle clicked and turned. I again held my breath and closed my eyes as I entered.

It was my old friends, Samuel Owens, Jesse James Jackson and Steve Taylor. Steve was the black guy in the group. I hadn't seen these guys in years. It felt like a nice reunion with my old workmates from my construction years.

The guys were located in what appeared to be a reproduction of Jesse's living room, complete with a keg of beer. I wasn't particularly hungry, thirsty, or tired, but a beer and some conversation would do me good right about now. The guys offered me a spot on the couch between Steve and Jesse and handed me a frothy beer, which tasted like cum, I didn't have a comparison because it had no taste at all. I don't mean no taste at all like Michelob Low Carb beer, but no taste, period.

"You men like this beer?" I asked. "Ah, it's the best," Samuel replied.

We caught up on old times. The guys claimed they really missed me as the "tool girl" at the construction site. Then the inevitable topic came up--the night I danced naked and did all three of them.

"Yes, Tammy," Sam continued. "We were all talking about you right before you came in."

"Yeah," Jesse added. "We would sure like a repeat performance."

"Don't you guys ever get tired of nude lap dancers?" I asked, pretty much expecting the response.

"How could we when the dancer is you, Tammy," Steve said with a big smile.

"Well, what if I am not in the mood for dancing," I said defiantly, hoping they would back down.

"It's okay if you're not in the mood, Tammy," Jesse said, "As long as we have our fun." And with that, he reached out and bounced my tit through my blouse. I slapped his hand.

"Okay, have it your way, Jesse said and proceeded to tickle me on my side. Steve aided Jesse with the tickling. My legs went out uncontrollably every which way. Samuel, who was sitting across, was giving me some good looks up my skirt at my panties. It was impossible to keep my legs together--typical me, some might say.

As the guys were tickling me, they were unbuttoning my blouse. I told them, "No, stop," through my laughter, but to no avail. I was running out of energy and breath. I could not stop them from revealing my titties. My blouse was pulled out from my skirt. It didn't take them long to get my blouse off, leaving me topless and helplessly laughing.

Samuel decided to get into the act. While the guys were tickling my sides and getting quick feels of my breasts, Samuel got down on the floor in front of me and gave my skirt a tug. With my body out of control, the skirt was gone in a matter of seconds. I attempted to hold on to my panties, but that was a losing fight. Steve held my hands together over my head while Jesse tickled me. Samuel did the honors of removing my panties and showing off my pussy to the group.

Jesse continued to tickle me while Steve groped my breasts. Samuel's hand made it to my pussy. I couldn't breathe anymore. I held my hand up to surrender, "Okay, okay, you win, I'll do what you want, please just stop."

Jesse stopped tickling me long enough so I could catch my breath. Panting, I said, "Okay, what do you want?"

"Good you can start dancing over here," Jesse said as he grabbed me and placed my naked ass on his lap. I could feel his hard cock grind in my ass through his pants as I wiggled on his lap. His hands reached around and grabbed a hold of tits. He pulled me back so 1 would be resting on his body. "Relax honey. This won't hurt a bit."

Jesse's hands roamed freely all over my body as I dry humped him. Steve said, "You got the fun-pack there. It's my turn." Steve grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to his lap. I leaned back on Steve and felt his cock poking at my ass. His ebony hands played with my body as I rubbed his dick with my ass. His finger rubbed along the lips of my squeeze box, making it moist. Steve managed to get a finger in me when Samuel announced it was his turn.

I got up off of Steve and went over to Samuel's lap. I treated him to a nude lap dance also, getting felt up in the process. I was being passed around between the three guys with my naked body being groped, patted, fondled, and poked. My big titties were getting the bulk of the attention. The guys didn't seem to get tired of my naked body rubbing up against their dicks. I had made a few more laps around their laps, grinding on their rigid cocks with my ass as hands and fingers grabbed my tits and probed my moist pussy.

The grinding session ground to a halt when my pussy became wet. Sam then decided to take his cock out of his pants and have me ride him instead. He slipped his dick into my juice factory. His cock made only a few strokes inside of me when Jesse claimed, "His turn."

His cock was also out as I mounted and rode him. Jesse held on to my tits as I fucked him for a few minutes. Steve motioned to me that it was his turn as his big black dick needed some attention as he stroked his exposed shaft.

I dismounted Jesse and impaled myself on Steve's cock. His big cock filled my pussy. His hands covered my tits as I rode him. 1 was bouncing up and down on his dick. The guys took turns fucking my pussy, which was incredibly wet from all the attention. After being thoroughly fucked and groped, I wondered what would be next. While riding Sam for about the fourth time,

Jesse and Steve came over and wanted some head from me.

"We just want a little dick sucking," Jesse said as He and Steve waved their wands in my face.

" Yeah, what's a little dick sucking between old friends," Steve added.

I took turns sucking on dick one and dick two. The guys amused themselves again with my tits, grabbing, touching, pinching, and even a little bouncing. Sam seemed to be content sliding his meat in and out of my juice factory while my mouth attended to the needs of his co-workers. My head was bouncing back and forth like I was watching a tennis match: black meat, white meat, black meat, white meat. Steve would pump my mouth with his dick, and then Jesse would take over my mouth with his cock. It was difficult to get these guys off under the quick swapping circumstances. I used my hands and placed them gently on their nut sack, caressing their balls, keeping their dicks firm and aroused.

The nut sack trick worked as Jesse shot warm jism into my mouth. With cum dripping out the side of my mouth, Steve shoved his dick into it. Samuel's stroke rate was increasing. He was holding on to my tits for dear life. He was nearing an orgasm.

I concentrated on the big black dick in my mouth, using both hands to pump him in and out. It didn't take Steve long to cum. It was divine coordination when Steve's cum hit the back of my throat as Sam's cum filled the Cup of Venus. The guys got their last gropes in as I dressed. The door had clicked. I was missing my panties. No sense in looking for them. I knew I would never find them anyway.

Out the door I went to my next adventure, blouse, skirt and ankle bracelet. I was actually feeling tired.

I finally found a door that would open. To my surprise, there was no one in the room. There was a big inviting sofa. I lay down and slept. The jism oozing out of every orifice didn't even keep me awake.

When I woke up, the jism was gone. Unfortunately so was the sofa. It was replaced by a hard wooden bench. I was bound at both ends with my arms up over my head and feet together with knees apart at the other end. My skirt was slightly lifted. Nerds were looking up my skirt at my pussy. I struggled to get loose, but the ropes were too tight.

Mr. Justice, my old biology teacher, was standing over me with his class of a half dozen boys. I recognized Bobby, the main nerd, Ernie (who looked like Ernie from "My Three Sons"), and David, who I remembered had a nice-sized trouser snake on him. The other boys looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place names on their faces.

"I hope you don't mind, Ms. Tammy, but I must teach these young boys some biology," Mr. Justice said.

"I would mind less if I were untied," I snapped back.

"In due time, Ms. Tammy, in due time." Mr. Justice assured. "Right now the boys must study your anatomy." And with that he began to unbutton my blouse.

Mr. Justice unbuttoned my blouse slowly, one button at a time. This got the boy's attention away from watching my nookie under my skirt. First my cleavage appeared, then my full breasts. Mr. Justice pulled the shirt tail from out of my skirt, allowing my blouse to be fully open, exposing my 38 DDDs to the boys.

Mr. Justice stood behind me and fondled my tits, lifting them up and moving them around in a circular motion. "Now boys, this is a nice rack. You will all need to learn to handle tits if you want to pass this course. I want you boys to form a line and take turns handling Ms. Tammy's hooties.

One by one, the boys took turns playing with my tits. When it came to Ernie's turn, he was real polite, "Is it okay if I play with your tittie, s Ms. Tammy?" He asked.

"Yes, Ernie, it's fine," I replied as if saying "no" would have made any difference. Ernie gave my breasts a pretty good rub, and he tweaked my nipples afterward. Nipple tweaking started the juices flowing. This was no exception. Some of the boys got in line two or three times to take turns playing with my tittis: squeezing, kneading, rubbing, tweaking.

I started to breathe a little heavier with all the attention my breasts were getting. The boys went from touching my breasts to sucking on them with playful nips. They were now lined up two at a time, with one boy at each tit. Judging by the bulges in their pants, the group was very well aroused.

Without any prompting from Mr. Justice, Bobby unzipped my skirt. He took out a knife and slit the band so it could be totally removed. I lay there tied and naked with my tits and pussy exposed to Mr. Justice and his young boys.

Mr. Justice spoke, "Boys, I believe if you apply a generous amount of saliva to the lower lips, you might find it most receptive. Do I have a volunteer?"

A young blonde boy they called Draco raised his hand first. Draco slithered in between my legs, which were spread apart. His tongue was long and pointy as it went darting up my thighs toward my pussy. I didn't recall Draco from school.

When his tongue flicked across my pussy lips, I thought I was going to explode. The sensation was weird, as if I was making love to a snake. Bobby and the boys made themselves at home with my exposed breasts as my pussy was being devoured. After I came in Draco's face, the boys rotated around, with my pussy taking licks from one and all. My breathing was extremely heavy, and my pussy was soppy wet.

Mr. Justice commented, "Boys, I believe Ms. Tammy is ready for some penetration."

David, with the big dick, dropped his pants and rubbed his dick along my Venus lips. He opened me up with the head of his dick, and gently slid himself in until he had a nice tight wet comfortable fit. He proceeded to fuck me.

While I was still tied up, unable to stop any of this, the boys played with my tits. Bobby dropped his pants and planted his cock in my mouth from a backward position. His balls were in my eyes, blocking my sight as to who was doing what to my body. Without my hands to control the dick movement in and out of my mouth, I ended up gagging several times.

I felt David's hot cum inside of me and then a new dick, slightly smaller than his, but I had no idea who the dick belonged to. My visual world was a bouncing nut sack. It didn't take Bobby too long to cum down my throat. As he got off of me, I could see Ernie and Mr. Justice sucking on my tits and another boy, who looked like Rerun fucking me. A young fat black kid was fucking my pussy! I would have been better off not knowing. Another strange cock entered my mouth with balls once again covering my eyes. My mouth and pussy were repeatedly raped. Rerun had cum in me once, and later his fat ass was over my face as I sucked him off too. I think nearly all the guys had seconds on me.

I lay there stretched out and tied up. Hands and dicks were all over me, probing every orifice and giving my tits a good hurting. There were puddles of cum everywhere.

I remember Mr. Justice's dick cumming in both holes. His hairy nuts made my eyes water and itch when he fucked my face. Ernie came in my mouth twice. I know because he asked permission the second time, "Tammy, is it okay if I fuck your mouth again?" A couple of the guys titty fucked me. I believe Draco spilled his cum across my chest, and so did Bobby. Bobby ran his dick all over my tits to evenly paint them with his cum.

David stuck his big dick in my mouth as he proclaimed he needed one last blow job for the road. His cock fucked my face with his balls bouncing off my nose. Unseen hands were still busy probing my sticky wet box and helping themselves to my tits. Finally, when David blew his wad into my mouth, the sensations stopped. The ropes fell to the floor. I sat up as the door clicked. I slowly buttoned my blouse over my naked body. Mr. Justice thanked me for helping him educate his students. Without saying a word, I left the room.

I walked down the warm corridor with the taste of cum in my mouth. I aimlessly tried doors until I found the right one. I entered the same sparsely furnished living room, and no one was there. This one was different. A room sat off to the side. I heard water running, like a shower. I could use a shower. Perhaps the gods were starting to take pity on me. I started to unbutton my blouse, my last item of clothing save my ankle bracelet.

As I turned the corner, I froze for a second in disbelief. The shower stall was filled with a half dozen or so black men from my past. I saw their huge black swinging dicks and broad white smiles as they spotted me. I bolted for the door with wet naked men on my tail. The door was locked, as I expected. As I was pulling on the doorknob, the Negroes surrounded my white body. Hands ripped off my blouse. I was raised triumphantly into the air like a piece of game and carried back into the shower stall.

The water felt refreshing as it cleansed the sticky old semen from my body. I was just getting comfortable when I was suddenly plopped to my feet.

Rough paws upon my shoulders forced me to my knees where I was expected to please with my mouth. I knew at this point, it was of no use to even attempt to

engage in conversation with my captors, as the result was always the same- If you want to leave, you must satisfy me. And my sweet personality and conversation were not going to fill the bill.

I had black dicks staring me in the face. Interesting enough, I could tell each guy by his dick without having to look up to see who it was. Chris' cock was first in my mouth. I alternated between his black dick and Joey's cock. They were similar, except Joey's had a slight bent to it. The guys were cheering me on. "Suck it, Tammy" and "You go girl, take it all" were being shouted by the guys as I took their meat into my mouth.

As I was sucking the guys off, I guess my tits proved to be too much temptation as hands suddenly appeared on them. The water from the shower and the pawing of the breasts proved to be a slight distraction, but I tried to stay focused on getting cum out of those dicks so I could get out of there. I thought I was doing pretty well. Once Chris lined my throat with warm cum, Joey creamed my face.

Then Fat Tony's dick was in my face. His cock was easy to recognize more by the fact he had built a shed for his tool. I sucked on his dick while someone took my hand and placed it on his big thick dick. LORENZO! I immediately recognized it by its girth. I liked Lorenzo. He was so polite, unlike that rude SOB Fat Tony. I immediately shifted my attention to Lorenzo's big cock, leaving an apathetic masturbating hand on Tony's shaft.

I looked Lorenzo in the eyes as I worked on his dick. He was very nice as he spoke, even in this crowd. "Hello Miss Tammy. How are you doing? I hope you don't mind me cutting in line?" He went on and on. I replied with my eyes, raising eyebrows of approval while I worked on getting his beef wet with my mouth. Fat Tony was a bit dismayed at his lack of attention with a nonchalant hand job. The boys took note.

"I think Tammy likes Lorenzo's pork more than yours" they would kid Tony.

"I don't care if she likes it, as long as I get off," Fat Tony responded.

After a prolonged sucking on Lorenzo's cock, I turned and sucked on Tony's little dick. It was a noticeably quick suck as I turned my full attention back to Lorenzo. The guys laughed. Tony didn't seem to mind much. He stayed hard in my hand, and I was sure he wasn't going to try anything smart with his cock in my hand. Ah, the power!

There I was with my fiery red hair (dyed) and hazel eyes looking up at Lorenzo and his huge cock halfway down my throat. I had Tony's dick in my hand, and God knows whose hands were on my hooties. I noticed Fat Jack's head had popped up between my knees as his tongue touched my clit. Lorenzo couldn't hold himself back any longer (which he would do just to be polite). He pulled his cock out of my mouth and whack! I got a face full of smonge- "Ummmm!" I said loudly as my tongue licked cum as far as it would reach.

Fat Jack got tired real fast of eating my pussy when some of Lorenzo's seed dripped on his face. He shifted so I had to mount his dick. This wasn't too bad. It took a little weight off my knees as I bounced up and down on his cock. I needed to get fat Tony off next before he got pissed. JP's dick had replaced Lorenzo's. I kept JP's hand with some fancy hand action and occasional suck. I was able to massage Tony's balls. They felt hard, and I knew he was ready to "pop" but was holding back. For some reason, n as I was sucking on Tony, I reached under him with my hand, gently touched his butt cheek, then jammed a finger up his ass. He came in an instant. The guys laughed at Tony as they exclaimed I had found his "prison button."

Fat Tony gave way to Juice. I liked Juice and JP. I took my time on these two lovely cocks, giving them equal attention. When I tasted the least bit of pre-cum, I would quickly squeeze their dick to prevent it from exploding and switch to the other cock. I had done this cock switching tease about a half dozen times. The guys were loving it and laughing whenever I did it- the Tammy patent-pending squeeze and switch. They chatted about these guys building up pressure then exploding with cum going everywhere. Even I giggled at that.

Fat Jack was still pumping away. His hands were clearly the ones playing with my boobs right now. Jack was ready to cum. He was frantically grabbing at my tits as I bounced on his cock. I thought I was going to break him in half; I was bouncing so hard. At times I had to stop sucking cock altogether or else bite someone. I simply let a cock rest in my mouth as I came on Jack's dick as it detonated inside of me.

Fat Jack slipped out from under me as cum rolled down my thigh and washed to the floor. I was done playing my dick-squeezing games. I was expecting a huge backlog of cum from these guys as I had teased them and allowed it to build up, but alas it was just their typical cup or two. Well, let's just say it was a little more than I could swallow in one big gulp. Jism did get on my face. I licked their dicks clean, mostly out of force of habit, if for no other reason. I used my finger to gather up what goo was on my face before the water could sprinkle it all off-one last taste. I could hear the click of the door echo in the shower. "Free at last! Free at last!" I thought.

Lorenzo helped me off of my knees. I purposefully stood in the shower for a few minutes instead of darting for the door. I let my hand glide over my pussy hairs and lips to wash out the final drops of stickum. My ankle bracelet was still intact.

I gave the guys all a hug goodbye. Lorenzo was nice enough NOT to cop a feel during the process. At this point, what harm is a finger to the puss or palm to the ass or a titty grope?

I waved goodbye as I exited the room. I tried a few doors in the hallway to no avail. In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of a door with a sign attached. I headed toward it. It read "E. Kim O'Del." It was the sign from my Daddy's doctor's office. I was home. Would I have to have sex with my Dad? I tried not to think about it too much as I entered the room.

The room was the same as the others. The main exception was that my Dad was in the room in his white doctor's lab coat, and an examination table sat behind the sofa, complete with stirrups.

My Dad saw me and gave me a big hug. I responded, but remained quiet. He said, "You don't look too good, Kitten. Why don't you get up on the table and let me take a good look at you. Put your feet in the stirrups and relax."

Ah yes, that famous oxymoron I would hear at every gyno exam. Once the feet hit the stirrups, there was no relaxing.

My Dad grabbed my foot and said, "Here is one of your problems: this ankle bracelet causes chafing. Before I could protest, he unclasped the bracelet and tossed it to that black hole on the floor that ate the rest of my clothes. Pity I was fond of that bracelet.

My Dad started with my head, examining my ears and eyes. I had to follow his finger back and forth for a while, and then he looked into my mouth.

"My, your teeth are looking very white. Have you been putting anything special on them?" Dad queried.

I said, "No, why?"

"Well," Dad continued. "Your breath smells pretty bad. It reminds me of your mother's breath when she came home late from herall-night Euchre party with the girls."

I didn't comment. But I was beginning to see Mom in a whole different light.

Dad went to the side of the table and listened to breasts with a stethoscope. "Breathe deeply."

I took a deep breath, which puffed out my 38 DDDs.

" Again," as he moved the cold stethoscope.

Once again I raised and lowered my breasts.

All of a sudden I felt a stinger in my chest. I gasped for air and woke up. Rosanne, still nude and her tits hanging down, was standing over me. "That was fucking trippy." She said.

I discovered the coke was cut with heroin. I had OD'd, and the quite gentleman had brought me back to life.

I talked to him in the kitchen once I was dressed. "I owe you my life, thank you."

He smiled and said, "How about your first born?"

I thought for a moment. Josh was my man, my baby, while Heather loves her father. I joked, "How about Heather, my second born?"

The man smiled and said, "Heather, it is."

This is the final chapter in the Tammy Trueheart series. I hoped you enjoyed it. Heather will be my next series.