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Allergic Reaction
5-7
By SirRender
(a/k/a Zor Prime)
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Chapter 5 - Truth or Dare
It had been two days since Tamara's humiliating experiences. She'd gone straight home after the cop dropped
her off at her car and gone right to bed. She'd wanted to cry but was all out of tears. She slept heavily amidst
tortured nightmares of her humiliation and blackmailing. She was running from a giant that always found her
and put her on display for all the word to see.
She hadn't gone to school the next day, even though her rash had pretty well cleared up. She showered and
douched twice to try and wipe off the filth of her own actions but still felt dirty. Her parents were clearly
concerned and suggested she go see a doctor if she wasn't feeling well -- that brought her to tears and they
couldn't understand why. "Perhaps," her father had pointed out, "it's one of those hormonal things where she
gets sad for no reason. Maybe she ought to see a doctor about getting some treatment." But her mother was
against any kind of hormone therapy, worried about what it would do to her daughter's emotional health and
her sexuality. She called her daughter in sick and Tammie was left to spend the day replaying her humiliation
in her mind, trying to find just where she'd gone wrong and how it might be changed for the better. But then,
maybe it would be better to go back to her old ways of being chaste and innocent -- as innocent as she could
be under the circumstances, at least. Now it was Friday and she had built up enough will to return to school
and slip back into her old groove as best she could. As long as no one knew of her temporary depravity, no
one would notice anything different about her. She slipped into a floral dress with a high neck, medium length
sleeves, and which stretched all the way to her ankles. She was sure to wear her least revealing bra and panties
as well as a white satin slip for that little extra added protection from peering eyes.
The school day went well, Mr. Tyler, her government teacher, welcomed her back with his usual good nature
and a joke he never could have guessed was true -- a joke about this wholly innocent looking girl having gone
off for a day with some guy she'd met. Tammie momentarily wondered if he knew the truth, but resigned to
the realization that it was just one of his numerous jokes at her expense. It was a sign of respect, coming from
Mr. Tyler. He always joked about the students he thought highly of.
After government class, Tammie had PE and she was nervous as hell about stripping down to get into her gym
shorts and shirt, but she somehow managed to get out onto the basketball court for roll call before the tardy
bell rang. She was thankful that the day's activity was not too strenuous, only some stretching and general
calisthenics.
Next was lunch, which she got through without hassle, hanging out with her girl friends and talking about
what they were going to do this coming summer. After lunch was Tammie's art appreciation class. She'd
forgotten that they were to be studying some nude portraits this week, and when she walked in to see a row of
them hanging on easels in the front of the classroom, her heart leapt into her throat. But some of them were
very good, she noted. Out of seven paintings, one was quite bizarre and didn't really look like anything, two
were just plain bad, one was well done but showed a very unattractive woman, and the remaining three were
both well done and of attractive subjects. Tammie stood and stared at the large breasts, the supple curves, and
the wisps of pubic hair on one of the women. Another had her legs crossed so you couldn't see her crotch, and
the third seemed to be either shaven between her legs or the artist had simply not finished adding any detail
there.
"Pretty nice, huh?" came a soft male voice over her left shoulder. She jumped and spun on her heel, drawing
her books up to her chest defensively. She stood face to face with Kevin Sommers, a boy from the junior
varsity basketball team -- the boy who had seen Tammie two days earlier giving a blowjob to a police officer.
She averted her eyes and stammered, "I-- I was just noticing the total lack of morals displayed by some of
these pictures."
"Hey, no problem. We all know your feelings on morality." He winked at her, making her wonder just how
much he or anyone else had told the rest of the school. The all-too-familiar curl up and die feeling returned
and she bit into her lower lip, causing a slight trickle of blood to run down her chin.
"Hey listen, before the rest of the class fills up, I just want you to know that, well, that--" Kevin scratched the
back of his neck. "Well I thought I saw you the other day on my way home from school. You looked very
nice. I've always thought you were cute and I really liked seeing you. I don't know what exactly you were
doing, I didn't really get THAT good of a look, but if you're interested, I'm having a party tonight at my
place. My parents are going away for the weekend and a couple guys from the team and a couple girls from
the cheerleading squad are coming over for a couple of movies and, you know, whatever else comes up."
Tammie was shocked. Was he asking her out or was he asking her to come have sex with him while his
parents were out of town? She wasn't entirely sure, but either way it sounded a little strange.
"I for one would LOVE to have you be there, Tammie. Some of the cheerleaders think -- well they think
you're just a little frigid but they seem to think you'd be pretty cool if you loosened up a bit. I just think it
would be awesome if you came and showed them that you're not so bad. You know, change their opinion of
you and maybe get into the A crowd."
She was growing more certain every second of what he was asking. It seemed clear enough to her that he was
asking her to have sex -- but he'd seen her blowing the cop and could have easily just blackmailed her into it.
Why wasn't he? Her only sexual experience so far had been at the hands of blackmailers. This was entirely
new -- refreshing. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy. He seemed sincere and sweet enough. And she would like to go
out on a high note, having made it into the most popular group of kids on campus before leaving high school.
Maybe Kevin wasn't really talking about sex at all. Maybe he was truly charmed by her. If he just wanted sex,
he could have so easily gotten it from her the way the others had.
She stammered, "I-- I'll let you know," and rushed to her seat.
She spent the better part of the hour mulling Kevin's invitation, trying to locate any hint of insincerity or
threatening, but could find none. An itching began, but it was not due to an allergy and was certainly not
centered on her upper torso. Tammie squirmed in her chair, suddenly finding the lure of consensual sex with a
nice, gentle boy her own age to be quite stimulating.
With only about twenty minutes remaining, the teacher (a nice elderly woman who'd spent her life traveling
the world's greatest museums) explained that nude portraits were among the most common for beginning
artists and had been for centuries. College art classes, she pointed out, often enrolled a student or two to pose
nude while the rest of the class put their efforts into drawing or painting the contours of a human body, the
effects of light and shadow on such an inconsistent object as a naked body, and other necessary artistic skills.
She then asked if anyone wanted to volunteer to be a model for the class to draw. She hadn't anticipated that
anyone would actually take the offer. These were, after all, high school students with emotional problems
relating directly to their appearance. But quiet little Tamara Jenkins raised her hand high. Mrs. Avery asked
her, in a surprised tone of voice, to come to the front of the class and pose. She instructed the other students to
get out pencil and paper and spend the last twenty minutes of class making their best representation of what
they saw.
Mrs. Avery was startled when Tamara seemed to misunderstand her roll as a model and began undressing for
the class! Her dress was quickly unbuttoned and dropped to the floor, then her white slip was pulled up and
over her head leaving her standing with just a white bra and panties as sixteen other students, about half boys
and half girls, stared in stunned fascination. Mrs. Avery blurted that she'd only wanted Tammie to pose fully
dressed and that nudity would have to wait for college, but the young girl's bra was already dropping to the
floor, her breasts (very large for her age) hung freely for all to see, and though Tammie began to flush a deep
crimson in embarrassment, she was growing too horny and too needful of maintaining control of her life to
care much. She slipped out of her panties and propped herself against a vacant desk at the front of the room,
crossing her long legs so that her pussy hair was clearly visible but not her labia or clit. She swung her long,
fiery red hair over one shoulder and watched as the guys and a couple of girls began furiously drawing, never
taking their gaze off of her naked beauty.
Tammie smiled to Kevin, who was simultaneously drawing with one hand while rubbing his crotch with the
other, and said, "I'll be there at eight."
She was in control but her embarrassment nonetheless mounted, and when the bell finally rang, Tammie very
quickly got dressed and rushed from the room. She had an itch in her crotch that needed to be relieved, so she
ran to the nearest girl's bathroom, the one populated by the smokers and punks, without thinking. She closed
herself into a stall and began furiously rubbing her clit and pussy lips. After a minute of this, she slid two
fingers deep into her dripping snatch while rubbing her clit with her thumb, and brought herself to two
stall-rattling orgasms. Someone in the stall next to her yelled to keep it down in there.. She was finished, and
got on her way to her final class for the day.
After school, Tammie rushed home. She watched some television, ate a snack, and showered. After doing
some chores around the house, she greeted her parents arriving home from work and waited for dinner, when
she told them she'd been invited to a friend's house to watch movies and maybe sleep over. After dinner, she
returned to her room to get dressed for the party. She decided to go both casual, in case there wasn't going to
be any sex, and slutty, in case there was. She put on a pair of blue panties and her "Got cookies?" halter top,
then covered with a button-down green shirt and mid-shin length brown skirt. She wore a pair of two inch
heels, which wasn't at all uncommon for her and wouldn't arouse any suspicion from her parents, and then
went into the bathroom to powder her face and apply some dark pink lipstick.
She knew where Kevin lived because he was just down the street from her best friend Susan. She'd seen him
practicing basketball in his driveway many times while at her friend's house.
Kevin's driveway was crowded with cars, so Tammie parked across the street from his house. She rang his bell
and was greeted by the captain of the cheerleading squad in the arms of a football player. He seemed to be
trying to open the girl's blouse with his teeth. "Kevin, your little Tamara is here!" the girl called out as she led
Tammie into the front room. Four guys from the football and basketball teams and three girls from the
cheerleading squad were present. Most were drinking beer and getting fairly nasty with their hands and their
mouths. Tammie felt a surge of remorse over having come here. She'd thought it would be different -- very
different.
Kevin greeted her with a hug and a warm smile and invited her to sit down and have something to drink,
which she politely refused. He shrugged. "I'm not having one, either," he said. "I supplied the house, I don't
need to drink to be popular tonight." Tammie at least felt at ease knowing that someone else would not be
getting drunk, and most importantly it was the guy with the power to throw out anyone who got too rowdy.
The night progressed slowly, most people taking a break from their frenzied make-out sessions to watch
Starship Troopers, a movie Tammie hadn't been allowed to see because of all the violence and gore and fowl
language. But when the movie was over, someone suggested they all play strip poker. Tammie felt her gut
clench at the idea and thankfully a couple of others said they didn't want to play that "again" this week.
So after much debate and several beers for almost everybody, the group opted to play truth or dare. Figuring
Tammie led too boring a life to make the game fun, everyone avoided asking her anything until Kevin's turn
came up. "Truth or dare, Tammie?"
"Uhh, truth."
"Have you ever kissed a guy?"
"Yes." Shocked exclamations rose from the group spread out around the living room.
The next person to ask was Alexis Moore, a very snobbish girl with black hair and cold gray eyes but who had
a set of tits that made almost every guy in school want her -- even more than Tammie's 36C tits! "So Tammie,
truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Have you ever gotten naked for a man?"
Oh god! What was she getting into?! Had Kevin told them all about her and the cop after all?! She glanced his
way. He just smiled and waited for her answer.
"Y-yes. Yes I have."
Alexis seemed shock and asked, "When?!"
Tammie began to reply but Kevin cut her off. "Nuh-uh-uh Alex, only one question per turn." Phew, she was
safe for now. And now it was her turn to ask.
Turning back to Alexis, Tammie asked "Have you ever exposed yourself to other patients at the doctor's?"
Alexis' eyes opened wide.
"I BEG your pardon?!"
"Hey, you can't ask a question of the person who just asked you one. And you didn't give her a chance for
truth or dare," piped in one of the basketball players.
"Oh, I didn't know. Okay, umm-- Lisa, truth or dare?" Lisa was a girl of short stature with fairly small tits,
but she was one of the cutest girls at school and apparently she put out a lot.
"Dare." Lisa grinned broadly, wondering if Tammie could come up with anything that would even embarrass
her. Lisa had been an active exhibitionist since she was sixteen and was known to have sex with her boyfriend
outside up against the gate to his back yard. One time the gate had swung open accidentally and the two had
spilled out, naked and fucking like rabbits, onto the front lawn. Lisa has been so excited by it that she'd started
giving her boyfriend blowjobs in restaurants and even at school, hoping someone would find them. But this
Tammie girl -- she was shy and had probably never even had sex. What could she do to embarrass her?
"I dare you," Tammie began, mulling over some possibilities, "to fuck yourself with that beer bottle."
Tammie pointed to the almost empty bottle Lisa had been drinking from and noticed the girl's eyebrows rose
sharply.
"You don't know what you're getting into," Lisa sneered as she stood and pulled off her shorts and panties,
then laid on the coffee table, took the beer bottle in hand, drained the remaining liquid into her mouth, and
began pushing it up inside her cunt while everyone watched.
"Good job, Tammie!" Kevin cheered, high-fiving her.
The next person to go was on the football team, and he selected Tammie as his victim, who in turn selected a
dare. "I dare you to lick that beer bottle clean when Lisa is done with it."
Ack! Tammie hadn't cared for the taste of her own pussy and now she had to taste another girl's! Alex reached
climax and, grinning, handed the slippery bottle to Tammie, who very slowly, with everyone watching
intently, pulled it to her mouth and licked up the long glass neck. She turned it slowly in her hand as her
tongue slid up and down the glass, taking in an odd mixture of Lisa's juice and beer, which Tammie had never
tasted before and liked even less than her own pussy juice.
Several other girls were dared to remove articles of clothing, guys were dared to jerk off in front of the girls,
and one girl dared the captain of the football team to jerk off the captain of the basketball team, which he
refused to do and was ejected from the game.
"Truth or dare, Tammie?" Alexis asked.
"Truth, this time."
"Alright, when did you lose your virginity?"
"I, uhh--I--" Tammie's gaze fell to her lap where her hands played nervously. "This past Wednesday." She
stared off into space for a while, struggling with her admission to her problems earlier in the week. Someone
reminded her it was now her turn to ask, and she chose Kevin who selected a truth. "Did you masturbate
thinking about me naked in art class today?"
"Hell yes I did!" he exclaimed. "With those huge tits of yours on full display and your pubes showing, I
couldn't help it. As soon as I got home I had to relieve myself."
"You were naked in class today?!" several girls asked in a jumble. The game degenerated as more and more
people starting asking Tammie and Kevin for details, drooling at the scene being laid out for them.
Alexis, for her part, had always wanted to see Tammie naked. She liked how the other's girls tits were big like
hers, but not as big, and dreamed of running her fingers through the girl's surely red pubic hair. She pleaded
with Tammie to show them all how she'd looked in class, and many others joined in to coax the once shy girl
to strip for them all. She stood and slowly slipped out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse, turning slowly
to let everyone get a good look. She slid her shirt off her arms and whipped it around a few times before
tossing it to Lisa. She was cheered up onto the coffee table where she did her best to dance around in an
alluring fashion, slowly pulling the tight "Got cookies?" halter top up off her tits, and finally completely off
over her head.
Alexis ripped off her own top and got up on the table with Tammie, holding her around the waist for support
on the small table. Together they gyrated and rubbed flesh to flesh, sending sparks of excitement through
Tammie's body. Within moments Tammie found herself standing with Alexis' soft lips locked around her
fully erect nipples, her tongue lashing around in circles sending shivers down Tammie's spine. The guys were
hooting and hollering and squeezing the tits and asses of Lisa and Cyndi who had begun stripping off their
clothes and reaching into the guys' pants to grasp the man-meat they so desperately wanted to feel inside
themselves.
Tammie was pulled down to her knees with the captain of the football team's face between her thighs while
Alexis continued her assault on Tammie's tits. Alexis, meanwhile, had her ass pulled up for a doggie-style
fuck from the captain of the basketball team. Tammie was lost amid a sea of groping hands, sucking lips, and
hard cocks pistoning in and out of her pussy and mouth. At one point, filled with animal lust as Kevin ran his
six inch cock into her cunt, Tammie found her face pushed down between Lisa's legs and, figuring since she'd
already tasted the girl's juices that she had nothing to lose, began lapping up a mixture of cum and vaginal
fluids as well as the saliva from a half dozen other guys and girls who'd already eaten Lisa out.
There was a pause of about half an hour for the guys to recuperate, during which time the girls slipped into
the bathroom to freshen up. As they returned, they found a porno movie playing on the big screen TV and all
the guys waiting for them. The wild fucking began anew, with Kevin making it clear that no one was to cum
in any of the girls' mouths or cunts but to save it all up for the newcomer, Tammie, who would have her face
and chest covered in the cum of all four young studs. Kevin himself took first shot with Tammie, face-to-face
rolling over and over on her back and then his, and then hers again. He fucked her slow and hard while the
other three guys and three girls rotated, none of the guys letting themselves reach climax. Tammie wasn't sure
why they'd all agreed to hold off until the very end, nor why she would want to have four guys spray their hot
semen on her face and chest. She'd be an awful mess -- more so than she already was!
But as the guys started to groan that they couldn't hold out much longer, Kevin laid Tammie back on a large
floor pillow and repositioned himself at her head, asking her to suck him just to the point of orgasm and then
let go. She did. She hadn't liked giving head before, but the circumstances had not been right. She hungrily
sucked in his throbbing cock, slurping and licking up and down his shaft and playing with his balls. As he
sensed he was about to spurt, he pulled out and shot a hot jet over her left cheek and then another, smaller
load on her chin.
The football captain pressed Tammie's big tits together and slid his cock in between them. It was an odd new
sensation for her, but she almost liked it. He too pulled away just before cumming, stroked his cock a few
times, and then covered her tits with gooey strings of semen.
By this time the other girls were in a line on the couch, fingering each others' slits as they watched the new
girl get gang-banged as each of them had upon joining this little orgy club earlier in the year.
Next came the basketball captain and his six inch cock which was already about to burst from fucking Lisa's
hot cunt. Tammie gave him a couple of quick licks under the head of his cock and he blew his load up over
her lips, her nose, and into her eyes.
The last guy, one of the tackles on the football team, brought his seven inch monster to Tammie's little cunt
and slid in easily thanks to the night of lubricating and stretching her walls. He fucked her roughly but
without malice, and accidentally shot a stream of cum up into her cunt. He quickly pulled out and gave his
cock a few strokes and shot another stream over Tammie's taut belly.
All the guys having been spent, Lisa, Alexis, and Cyndi dove to her side and began lapping up the pools of
come on her face, in her hair, on her neck, and on her tits. Alexis paid special attention to Tammie's nipples
once again, and Lisa gathered a wad of cum on her tongue and slipped it into Tammie's panting, inviting
mouth. They shared a lingering tongue kiss, mixing the sperm with both of their saliva.
The four girls cuddled together on the floor as guys took their places sliding in behind them, reaching around
to cup their breasts or fondle their pussies, and they drifted to sleep in a moaning, sticky, sweaty heap of pure
unadulterated lust.
Chapter 6 - Home Invasion
Tamara Jenkins was shocked and appalled at her behavior the previous night. Less than a week ago she never
would have considered doing anything of the sort, and now she was without a doubt no longer a virgin in any
respect. Numerous boys and a couple of men had put body parts into her pussy, her mouth, and one had even
pushed his way into her ass hole! Of all the things she'd done at Kevin's house the night before, that was the
only one she truly felt disgusted by. The rest were stunning to her, but she had enjoyed them. She had learned
to like the taste and feel of a man's penis in her mouth, the stickiness and salty taste of his semen spurting
down her throat -- she'd even grown to accept the taste of another woman's pussy juice and to enjoy the feel of
a big squishy tit in her mouth.
The week had been a blur of sexual activity and discovery, and though it had started out on a very sour note,
it had gotten to the point where she knew what she did and did not like during sex. She was thrilled to have
the knowledge, to have the experience, but she was still unsure how to fit it all into her belief system. She had
clearly fallen morally, but she loved it! How could that be a good thing? It all felt so good but it was so vile
and dirty and demeaning. She wanted more!
She had gotten home early on Saturday morning, having showered at Kevin's and then lying with him for
nearly an hour just enjoying the comforting feel of a loving arm around her naked flesh. Her parents had
asked many questions about where'd she'd been all night. She replied that she'd spent the night at Susan's. Her
parents asked if any boys had been there. She said there had been for a while but only to talk to Susan's
brother and that they'd left quickly.
Great, now she was having to lie to her parents to cover up her newfound sex drive! This made her feel
not-so-good about the whole incident, but she reasoned that anything that felt that good couldn't be bad for
you -- her parents were older and just didn't understand. They probably hadn't even had sex since eighteen
years ago.
After she'd cleared the breakfast table, Tammie's mother asked if she'd like to go with them to look at new
homes. There was apparently a new project under construction on the outskirts of town, an area expected to
boom in the next few years. She declined, saying she'd rather stay home and finish up some school work
before church on Sunday. She returned to her room on the second floor and began working through her math
assignment for Monday. After perhaps half an hour, a knock came at the front door. She rushed to see who it
could be, hoping maybe it was Kevin or maybe even Lisa. To her shock and horror, she opened the door to
see the clothing store security guard standing outside. He smiled as he watched recognition cross her lovely
face.
"Wha-- what do you want? Why are you here?"
The man held up a purse, HER purse, which she'd forgotten at the store on Wednesday. "You left something
behind when ya ran out of my store, little darlin'. And since your driver's license was inside, I didn't think
you'd want to be without it for too long. Sure is a good thing, too, 'cos now I know exactly where you live
and I can make sure you pay your dues to me each and every week." His smile became a fiendish, filthy
smirk. "Of course, you could slam the door in my face, in which case I walk away with your purse, your
wallet, credit card, cash, license, and many other interesting things... or you can let me in and we'll discuss a
new payment method for my silence about your whorish behavior in my store. Oh yes, and if you slam the
door in my face, the video goes to the police."
Tammie's heart sank. The sick bastard had tracked her down, apparently waited for her parents to leave, and
was now blackmailing her for even more sex than before!
She considered shutting and locking the door, but knew it would only make things worse for her in the long
run. Her parents were already suspicious of where she'd been the previous night, they didn't need to find out
about where she'd been and what she'd been doing on Wednesday while she was supposed to be in school! She
stood aside and let the man enter.
"Nice place you and your parents have here. I'll bet you've even got a pool, don't you?" Tammie nodded
slowly. "Yeah, I figured as much. Now then, princess, how about getting me something to drink?"
Tammie stood motionless, head hung and gaze fixed on her bare feet.
"A drink, get me a drink. I'm thirsty and I'm a guest in your home, aren't I?"
Tammie said nothing, did nothing.
"Aren't I?!" he repeated loudly, pulling a video tape from her purse and waving it in her face. The tape was
clearly marked "COPY" signifying that it was probably not the original, but she couldn't be certain of that.
She nodded her head and walked slowly to the kitchen to get the man a glass of] iced tea. When she brought it
to him, he was watching her finger-fucking herself on the television in the family room right next to the entry
room.
"Ahh yes," he said as she entered, "I remember this quite clearly. You promised to come back every
Wednesday and do the same thing for the camera. But now I know where you live and I can surely ask for a
little more from you now in order for me to keep this tape out of the wrong hands. So just strip off your
clothes and sit right down next to me and listen."
When Tammie did not respond, the man waved her driver's license at her. She slowly began to undress until
she stood in a dark blue bra and matching panties.
"Oh come now, this is no time for shyness my dear. I've seen everything you've got to offer, and I'm an
impatient man."
Tammie slowly removed her bra and panties, beginning to tremble violently with fear. She sat on the couch
next to him -- she couldn't help being close because he took up the entire middle third of the couch -- and
waited for him to act.
He slid his hand down her neck to her shoulder, down the middle of her chest to her belly button, and then
down to rest his palm against her unshaven red pubic hair. "Just as sweet as I remembered it," he sighed.
"Now then, miss Tamara Jenkins, in addition to what you have already agreed to do for my silence, I have
brought my own little camcorder and I am going to film you now, today, doing many things. If at any time
you do not feel up to it, just tell me and I will go, taking my video tapes with me, and you will hear from the
police shortly afterward about your lewd public behavior."
The message was loud and clear to Tammie -- don't complain, just do as he said. The only choice she saw was
trying to stall him before he got too rude and hope that her parents would get home, find him molesting her,
and rip his balls out right on the spot. Until then, she was his captive and would have to do what he asked of
her.
"For your first trick, you are going to dance nude on this table for me." He motioned to the coffee table at his
feet and she slowly rose and stood atop it. "Make me care," he said. "Do your sluttiest dance."
Tammie began dancing as she had at Kevin's the night before, raising her arms up over her head and running
her fingers through her long red hair to make her tits stick out farther, then sliding her hands down over those
mounds, squeezing the nipples to erection, and continuing down to her inner thighs and around to her ass. She
turned and twirled and spread herself to give him a decent but not great view up her slit.
After he'd gotten a shot of her every delicious part, he motioned her to follow him to the kitchen where he
rummaged through the fridge for a while. Finding a bottle of whipped cream, he motioned her to her knees
and, unzipping his jeans, sprayed cold cream all over his cock and balls. "Now lick it all clean and you'll get a
little treat."
Tammie began to tear up as she leaned in to give the man a blowjob, but the sweetness of the whipped cream
actually made the experience almost halfway tolerable. When her saliva shone along the length of his cock and
his ball sack, he ordered her onto her back on the kitchen table, then spread whipped cream thoroughly over
both of her wonderful mammaries. He bent down and sucked gently on her tits, starting at the outer fringes of
cream and working his way spiraling inward toward her nipples, which he sucked into his mouth and lightly
nibbled. He sprayed more cream into the crevices where her heavy breasts rested against her chest wall and
slid his tongue from side to side beneath her tits.
He then stuck the nozzle of the whipped cream bottle in between Tammie's labia and shot a stream of cold
cream up into her cunt, bent down, and snaked his tongue deep inside her to clean it all out. She shivered with
orgasm as he was finishing off his dessert of pussy cream pie.
Returning with his camcorder, the man ordered, "Now we're going outside and you're going to go skinny
dipping for a while. You will dive and float on your back, do the breast stroke -- and I don't mean the
swimming technique, either -- and masturbate under the water. Remember, you can ask me to stop at any
time, but I won't be responsible for the consequences." Tammie nodded in defeat. She was led out to the patio
and her family's mid-sized pool. Her blackmailer stood at the side and filmed her as she stood atop the diving
board. She swallowed hard, fighting down anxiety, and sprang into the water, her big tits bouncing freely as
the board vibrated beneath her feet.
She kicked hard, surely giving the man a great shot of her ass with her legs spread wide, and rocketed all the
way to the shallow end of the pool before coming up for air. As she did so, she instinctively reached up to
pull her sopping red hair into a single bunch down the middle of her back, leaving her wet chest completely
exposed to the camera.
"Great, now how about standing on your hands in the shallow end?"
Tammie groaned, but complied. She dunked her head in and let her legs fly upward. She reached her hands
out to stabilize herself on the floor of the pool, her entire upper body submerged while her hips and legs
protruded straight upward to the sky. She couldn't hold the position for long, and as she began to fall
backward, she kicked her legs out and apart trying to find a foothold that wasn't there.
"Excellent!" the man chirped from pool side. "Nice shot of your dripping beaver there as you fell. I like that.
I'll go easy on ya for a while because of that."
He then had her float on her back just slightly under the water so that only her perky tits were above the fluid,
and walked alongside the pool getting a close-up shot of the whole thing for a good minute and a half. He
then told her to finger her slit while in that position, and zoomed in for a great close-up of her fingers
working in her submerged cunt.
After about ten more minutes of humiliation in the pool, Tammie heard a child, the little boy next door who
was only about eleven or twelve, cry out. She glanced up to a tree just over their fence and saw the boy trying
to keep his balance on a large branch while his pants here pulled down. He'd obviously been stroking his
young cock while watching her swim naked and, in his moment of orgasm, has nearly lost his balance and
toppled head first to the ground.
Tammie jumped out of the pool and rushed for her back door, but her blackmailer would have none of it. He
blocked the doorway and sternly told the frightened girl that if she wanted back inside the house, she would
have to use the front door. And of course she had nothing at all to wear while she went around the side of the
house, so she'd be standing on her front porch naked and shivering as the wind hit her wet skin.
"Please!" she pleaded. "Have a little respect. You're making me a sex object for a little kid!"
"I'm sorry darlin', the rules are the rules. You can either stay out here with Romeo over there, or go around to
the front door and I'll let you in. He stepped backward into the house and quickly shut and locked the back
door. Tammie was stranded, naked and shivering, in her back yard while the little boy next door learned sex
education from watching her. She covered his tits with one arm -- tried to, at any rate -- and her crotch with
the other hand and raced as fast as she could around to the front of the house, checking quickly to be sure no
one was on the street to see her. She got to the front door and reached out a hand to open it, but the screen
door was locked. The proper front door opened and Tammie's blackmailer, armed with his camcorder, stood
there filming her.
"P-Please l-let me in. I'm f-freezing out here!"
"What's the magic word?"
"I said please!"
The man mulled it over for a moment, extending the girl's public humiliation as long as he thought healthy,
and then said, "I changed my mind. You have to come in through the back door after all. Ta ta!" With that he
shut the front door and locked it. Tammie almost screamed, but ran quickly around to the back yard again.
The boy next door hooted from his tree lookout as he saw her bouncy tits come back into view.
Tammie reached the door and banged on it. About two minutes later she saw the man come casually strolling
into the kitchen and move toward the door. He stopped at the refrigerator to get another squirt of whipped
cream in his mouth, and then moseyed toward the door. Tammie was screaming now, having her naked,
shivering body put on display for the gross little kid next door for more than three minutes was not her idea of
a fun way to spend a Saturday morning. The door was finally unlocked and she pushed her way in and past
the man, rushing for the safety of her room.
The man followed her to her room but found he could not open her door. He'd had enough fun for one day,
anyway. He was going to have a lot more fun over the weeks and months as Tamara paid for his silence with
her sex, both for him and for that little perv next door. "Just remember to show up at 1pm on Wednesday,
Tamara, or everyone finds out what a slut you've been." He left, having gotten his jollies for now.
Chapter 7 - The Street
Tammie knew she had to do something to get the security guard off her back, but she couldn't risk having her
actions at the clothing store revealed. And now, thanks to him, she had another unwanted admirer. For the
past two days since the guard's visit to her home, the little boy next door had been trying to peek in her
window from his tree. She could look out at just about any time of the day or night and find him hunched up
on a branch with a pair of binoculars pointed her way. Things were just getting sick, and the security guard
was to blame.
She spent all of Saturday night and Sunday racking her brain for a revenge plot. During lunch on Monday she
thought she had it all figured out.
Aside from the overly-interested looks she got from almost every guy in school, no one made any reference to
the events of the past Friday until she got to art class. Mrs. Avery took her aside and said, "I certainly hope we
won't be having another misunderstanding this week. Just to be sure, I've changed our focus subject to still
life. You'll all be drawing fruit baskets for a week."
Kevin also mentioned Friday night, but only in passing. As he walked past Tammie's desk on his way into
class, he simply whispered, "Congratulations, you're in." She wasn't at all sure she wanted to be in anymore,
but it would be easy enough to get out of the little orgy group. All she had to do was not show up for another
party. She had as much incriminating evidence on them as they had on her, so blackmail wouldn't be of much
use. She couldn't help but smile.
On her way home, she drove to the police station and asked to see the officer she'd spoken with last week. She
wasn't sure of his name, but thought it was Edwards. She was right. The front desk clerk showed her to
officer Edwards' desk and the recognition was mutual.
"Here, have a seat miss-- I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Jenkins. Tamara Jenkins. I need to talk to you about something you mentioned to me last week," she
whispered. "We need to talk privately."
"Alright miss Jenkins," the cop stated in a normal tone of voice. "I'm glad to hear your friend has chosen to
return the item to the store. It's always nice to see citizens doing the right thing." As he spoke, he jotted a note
onto a slip of paper and pushed it into her hand. He smiled and nodded, stood, and extended his hand for
shaking.
Tammie shook his hand and left the building. Once inside her car, she unfolded the paper and read "Meet me
at the park where we 'talked' in half an hour." A lump formed in her throat and she hoped he would just talk
this time.
Arriving at the small park near the new homes project, Tammie found a bench and waited for her only hope
to arrive. He did, and casually strolled toward her as if checking on someone suspicious. He stood just behind
and to her right.
"Alright, what is it you wanted to say-- or do?"
Without turning to face him, she said, "I need some help. Two days ago a man came to my house and-- and
he..."
Officer Edwards' eyebrows rose. "He what?"
"He made me perform for him while he videotaped me." Tammie broke into sobs. "And he said he'd be back
whenever he felt like it because now he knows where I live."
"Do you think this man intends you bodily harm?"
"Yes! He raped me last week at a clothing store. He-- he took my virginity and told me to come back every
Wednesday for more or he'd release copies of the video tape and ruin my life."
"But wait, you said he videotaped you on Saturday, not Wednesday."
Tammie hung her head and shut her eyes tight. "He had video of me in the changing room naked that he was
using to blackmail me then. And I accidentally left my purse at the store and he came to my house on
Saturday. That's why I didn't have my license on Wednesday when you stopped me."
Understanding dawned on the officer, as well as jealousy. He'd been aware that the girl wasn't a virgin, but he
had so wanted her for himself. Now to find that he had competition from another blackmailer drove him nuts.
She was his play thing-- at least until he grew tired of her and turned her loose.
"What store is this and what was his name?"
"But you can't just go in there and arrest him!" Tammie squealed. "I think he has made copies of both videos
and if he's caught, he'll surely release them to anyone and everyone who could use them against me."
"Oh, don't worry about that, ma'am. I'm well trained in dealing with domination subjects. I can be very...
persuasive."
Tammie wasn't sure things would turn out so well, but she didn't see any other choice. The cop knew all about
her depravity so he was the only person she could think to use against the security guard, and vice versa.
Unfortunately, once the guard was taken down, the cop would have no nemesis. She quietly told officer
Edwards everything she knew of her original blackmailer. He left with a few reassuring words and suggested
that she keep a low profile for a few days but not to change her normal routine. "As to this coming
Wednesday," he said as he left, "I wouldn't bother going back to the store if I were you. I very much doubt
this rent-a-cop will be working there any longer."
The next two days passed quietly, Tammie keeping as low a profile as she could with all eyes at school
watching her every move. On Wednesday afternoon, she had an argument with herself about whether or not to
go to the store, but she felt certain the cop would have taken care of the problem. Even if he hadn't, he would
likely be waiting for the guard's move and then nab him in the act.
Later that afternoon, as Tammie lay on her bed reading up for an exam on Friday, the telephone rang. The
voice at the other end was that of officer Edwards. "I need you to meet me at the same old place in half an
hour. I have some interesting news and an offer that I think you're going to like." He hung up without another
word, leaving Tammie with a myriad of unresolved questions. Nevertheless, she drove out to the park and met
him as instructed.
"I've got great news for you, Tamara. That guy that was bothering you won't be any more trouble. I had a
meeting with him earlier today and, well let's just say that I had to use some rather unorthodox measures to
get him to confess to spying on countless women in the changing rooms over the term of his employment.
You were not mentioned specifically, only as a statistic in his perverted history. And as to the copies of the
video tapes, he had quite a few of them all packaged up and ready to go out to news and police, but I
persuaded him to hand over all the masters and copies."
"How can you be so sure he gave them all up?" Tammie asked.
"I, uhh-- I suggested that if he ever made any move against you in any way, he might have an accident with
my gun going off between his legs. As I said, I had to use some highly unorthodox tactics, which is where my
offer comes into play. Tamara, I need your help on a very important case and, if we succeed, you won't ever
have to see me again. I will drop my entire case against you and no one will ever hear of your public
indecency, your reckless driving, or your problems at the clothing store."
"You mean-- you mean to say I'll be totally free of blackmail?"
"I don't care for the term 'blackmail'," the cop stated flatly. "I merely agreed to withhold some evidence
against you in exchange for your cooperation. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. Now I need
something a bit more from you, and my information will then be forever destroyed. This one case would
mean a great deal to me; a promotion, a raise, an office all to myself instead of a damn desk."
Tammie was all ears. She so hated the feeling of being under someone's thumb that just about anything would
be better.
"Tamara, I need you to act as bait to help me bust a prostitution ring."
WHAT?! Had she heard him correctly?
"We need to catch a certain local politician in the act and use him to crack open the whole operation with the
names and numbers he can give us. It's a one-time deal and if we're successful, you gain your complete
freedom."
Tammie chewed on her lips for a few moments. One night of walking the streets to gain her freedom versus
an untold number of years doing whatever this officer demanded.
In a very hushed tone, Tammie said, "I'll do it."
Tammie had to turn down an offer from Kevin to come to his house on Friday night. She wanted to go,
because he said it would be just the two of them this time and she liked that idea, but she had police work to
do.
Dressed in an outfit supplied by officer Edwards and his assistant on this case, a detective in his mid thirties
with a large bald spot atop his head and a bushy mustache, Tammie hit the streets where a certain city
councilman was expected to make a pick-up.
She was surprised to find that she didn't feel as much of a slut in this outfit as she had in the halter top and
black panty hose. She wore a very short pair of denim shorts (she heard the detective refer to them as Daisy
Dukes) and four inch heels, knee-high black stockings, a push-up bra and a tight white cotton shirt which tied
at the front. She felt dirty, but either not as much of her was showing now as had been at the store the week
before, or she was starting to get used to people seeing her so skimpily dressed.
She'd been shown a recent picture of the man she needed to lure, his car and license plate, and a few hours of
training on how to stall him in the motel room until the cops got there to arrest him. At least three cars slowed
down to get a good look at Tammie as she strolled up and down the street in front of a dingy little movie
house, taco stand, and apartment complex. She'd gotten one offer from someone in the bushes out front of the
apartments, but just turned and walked the other way as if waiting for a legitimate ride.
Half an hour must have passed before the councilman's car crept along the street, the man inside wearing
sunglasses and watching every girl as he drove past. Tammie guessed that at least two hookers were working
this block. They'd both sneered at her in passing and now turned their attention to the car. Tammie checked
the license plate to be sure it was her ride. She was sure it was, and stepped off the curb with purpose. The car
stopped inches before hitting her.
She strolled along the passenger side to the front door. The window rolled down and she leaned in to show her
cleavage to the man inside. "Hey there, I'm glad you came. I was starting to get lonesome out her waiting,"
she said sweetly, trying hard to pass herself off as a hooker trying to pass herself off as a legitimate friend of
the driver.
The man inside seemed to like what he saw and nodded. Tammie pulled the door open and slid into the large
American made car. "I'm glad I found you," he said gruffly as she shut the door. The automatic window
rolled back up.
As he pulled away from the curb, Tammie stated, "I'm sure you know my fee. If not, I can refresh your
memory," she cooed as she slid her left hand into the man's crotch.
"Reach into my pocket and you'll find your up-front money. The rest comes after."
Tammie did as she was told, sliding her hand slowly into the right front pocket of his slacks. She came out
with a one hundred dollar bill. Her eyes widened slightly. She hadn't thought it paid quite so well to be a
whore. And if this was just the up-front money, she wondered just how much more she could get from him
before the cops arrested him. Maybe she could keep some of it for herself and they'd never know the
difference. She figured she had a right to get something tangible out of this horrifying experience.
They drove a few blocks to a dirty little motel. The city councilman had apparently already paid for the room
and he led her straight in and locked the door behind her.
"Alright now, sweet stuff, let's see all of what you've got," he sneered, his eyes fixed hungrily on her large
chest.
"Just remember, sugar, you can touch all you want but the fuck costs a hundred and a blowjob is seventy-five.
I'll be keeping track." She pulled the ties of her top and let it fall to the floor, leaving her heaving tits almost
fully displayed in the push-up bra. He latched his lips onto her mounds and sucked gently but noisily on any
part of the flesh he got ahold of, working the fabric down with his impatient hands. When her nipples were
both exposed, he sucked each one into his mouth, lashed them furiously with his stiff tongue, and then nibbled
on the soft flesh until it rose to erection. He was good. Tammie could tell already. Within minutes she felt her
crotch spasm and a thing rivulet of pussy juice trickled down her thighs. She moaned and shuddered as he
pushed her against the wall and worked his hands into her shorts. Finding no underwear, he plunged two
fingers into her already sopping slit and began fingering her toward a second orgasm while continuing his
sucking/nibbling routine on her nipples. Tammie felt the wave of ecstasy wash over her again and pushed both
hands down the front of the man's slacks.
She held his cock firmly, wanting to get it inside any of her holes quickly, but not wanting to spoil the whole
operation by getting him in and out so soon. Where the hell WAS that cop, anyway? He must have been
ordering the master key from the motel clerk, she decided. He couldn't have been too far behind, having been
sitting at the taco stand when she was picked up.
Tammie got the man's pants down to his ankles as he did her shorts. He took her in his arms and laid her back
across the bed, her full naked splendor splayed out before him.
"Oh yeah," he stated. "Madam Monroe is doing well these days. Such a tender young thing for my pleasure."
He knelt between her legs but, to her surprise, did not attach himself to her crotch. Instead, he began unrolling
the black nylon stocking from her right leg, kissing his way down her shin as he went. The feeling was very
pleasant and her own hands instinctively reached down to roll her hard clit and rub up and down her engorged
labia.
After removing her right stocking, he began kissing his way UP her left, seeming to savor the feel of the sheer
fabric between her smooth skin and his lips. He continued up her inner thigh and toward her steaming pussy.
He swiped his tongue up and down her pussy lips a few times before plunging inside her, sucking and
swallowing all the juice she could give.
"Unnnhh," was the only sound escaping her lips as her head rolled back in ecstasy. This was by far the greatest
sexual experience she'd had. He was surprisingly tender and attentive to her needs as a woman, and his tongue
knew all the right places to send shivers up and down her spine. Her ass cheeks clenched as she experienced
the strongest orgasm of her life, spurting pussy juice over the man's mouth and onto the bed between her legs.
She'd never known she could feel that good.
He moved up to suckle at her large breasts once more, but quickly moved up to place a deep, tongue-probing
kiss on her mouth, sharing her fluids with her. For once in her life she drank them down with pleasure.
But a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her she was here on business and that her very freedom
was on the line. She had to slow him down somehow. But it felt oh so good; she didn't want it to end-- ever.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the man's bulky cock, fully half as thick as it was long, pushing into her
very well lubricated slit. She gasped as he thrust in deeper each time, pushing out her inner walls to new
limits. His mouth closed over her neck and suckled at her hot flesh. She gasped and pulled him closer, trying
to get him as far inside herself as he could go. She wanted him to make love to her all night-- but she needed
to gain her freedom from the blackmailing cop. Oh god, whatever was she to do? If this guy came inside of
her, it would all be over. He'd leave and the cops would never catch him in the act. But on the other hand, she
could turn herself over to him and gain his sexual blessings every Friday night, maybe even more often.
Her body shook with her fourth orgasm of the night, and they'd only been fucking for maybe five minutes.
This was all too good to be true. Where the hell was that cop? Was he stuck in traffic? No, couldn't be. Had
he gone after the wrong car? Again it was unlikely. Was he-- oh dear God, she thought. Was he setting her up
to be a whore for him? She suddenly felt very disconnected from her body, the wave after wave of intense
orgasmic pleasure fading into the background as he realized she'd been tricked so easily. Her life would be
over. Her dreams of settling down with one man and raising two-and-a-half kids would never come true.
She'd be a prostitute working for a cop and she'd probably die in some dark alley of a drug overdose at the
ripe age of twenty-five.
Just then she heard a door being slammed open and stern voices yelling. She also felt the sudden burst of hot
cum deep in her womanhood just before the city councilman was pulled up and off of her. She drifted back
into full consciousness to see officer Edwards and his detective assistant cuffing her wonderful lover and
leering at her spread, dripping cunt and large heaving breasts with nipples at full attention. She lay there until
office Edwards pulled her to her feet, wrapped a large blanket around her, and carried her out the door to
their unmarked car.
"Congratulations, Tamara. We got our guy and you're free to go about your business. You owe nothing to
anyone. I really can't thank you enough for this. I'm sure to make sergeant by next Monday."
THE END