Tammys Tail

It had all began when Tammy was quite young and her curiosity overwhelmed the warnings of her overprotective Mother and alcoholic Father. His name was Martin and he always had a devilish grin with all the right reasons to do what was wrong. Red-haired and scrawny, Martins overactive hormones kept him on a constant quest for the hidden fruit his female counterparts hid between their unsuspecting legs. Few were prepared for his candy bribes, and suave proposals. Alas, little Tammy was about to become another victim in his growing list of conquests, but the outcome would have much deeper ramifications than either dared to suspect.

Down by the whispering stream close to the back fence of the schools playground, Tammy quietly lay beneath the giant weeping willow, and allowed Martin’s trembling fingers to explore the delicacies of her adolescent femininity. The first downy strands of pubic hair had just begun to emerge along her flushed virginal lips as she spread her legs to allow Martins fingers to explore her hidden recesses. As his hands crept over her torso, she felt the small buds of her unprotected nipples become inflamed with arousal as they strained against the soft cotton restraining them. But it was when Martin lowered his weather jeans to reveal the straining erection of his youth that Tammy became aware of an innate fascination that would convert her childhood innocence to mature desire.

It was love at first sight. The throbbing, mushroom crowned cock that rose in the warm air in front of her surpassed her most vivid childhood imagination. At first, Tammy thought that Martin had experienced some childhood tragedy that had torn the skin from the throbbing cock head to be gathered abound its base in loose folds, while puncturing a small hole in the otherwise smooth contours above. The hard blue vein that stood out remarkably appeared to be a long bruise that traveled down the length of the still maturing shaft only to disappear in the red curls that all but obscured the two small life producing almonds tucked tightly close to his abdomen. The coarsely wrinkled deep-red sack was pulled tight by his arousal making his curly pubic hairs stand straight out in anticipation.

Enthralled, Tammy instinctively reached out to the quivering appendage, allowing the textures to cascade across her fingers as she fondled it’s length and girth with an air of amazement. Within moments, Martin was on the knees that could no longer support him with his hands on his hips and his head turned towards the heavens with pleasure. Her caresses became more intense as her fingertips explored his aroused equipment, gasping and groping in a clumsy exhibition of virginal curiosity. It was more than his tender manhood could endure, and within moments his young cock was erupting with an explosive volley of youthful seed. Feeling his cock expand in her hand to be immediately accompanied by the stream of salty cream made Tammy fall backwards in amazement. Her senses were intensely alive and her breaths came in short rapid bursts as she watched her counterpart fall to the ground as his hips bucked violently upward with each new stream of ejaculate.

They both lay on their backs staring into the long sinewy boughs of the weeping willow that seemingly enshrouded them as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Tammy recovered first and turned her attention to the flaccid flesh between Martins legs, wondering if it all hadnt been just a dream. But the semi-translucent liquid that dribbled from the small puncture wound at the tip of his cock assured her that this new experience was for real, and, with a slight twinge of apprehension, she reached over to touch the soft spongy tissue. Martin gasped by the softness of her touch and mumbled something incoherent as she continued to explore his soft cock with her instinctive nurturing caresses.

To Tammys amazement, the lifeless flesh began to harden anew, expanding to fill the palm of her hand within just a few brief moments. The silky sensation of the smooth outer skin gliding over the firm core within made her mouth water and her pussy throb. She could feel his cock throbbing and watched with amazement as his balls repositioned themselves in the tightening ball sack until they eventually disappeared into his trembling abdomen. With agility that surprised even herself, she rolled over to confront the aroused cock. With her tongue extended tentatively, she experienced her first taste of male ejaculate as it dribbled down the purplish crown and down the smooth firm shaft. She was instantly and permanently addicted to the male reproductive organ. Eagerly now, Tammy engulfed the trembling cock head within her mouth and tried to suck the remaining cream from deep within his loins. Almost instantly, his hips arched to the sky as he shot a diminished yet nonetheless powerful stream of his seed down the back of her unsuspecting throat. Briefly she gagged, but once she became accustomed to the pungent flavor, began sucking more vigorously than before, forcing him to withdraw while in the painful throes of over stimulation. She watched Martins contortions with amusement, then quietly arose and strolled back towards the schoolyard with her mind awash with strange emotions. It would be several years before Martin would engage in any form of sexual activity, yet, the experience launched Tammy into the world of male sexual stimulation and exploitation.

Brad was her an all-state letterman in Cross-country and Track and became her first conquest. Within a week of Tammys first sexual encounter, she cornered the unsuspecting yet experienced runner as he was warming-up on the oval track. Within moments she was leading him to the weight-room by the crotch, fumbling with the hardening treasure hidden within the thin trunks. By the time they had reached the unoccupied back room, his jersey was half torn from his thin frame and his shorts were wrapped around one of his ankles. She buried her face into the sweaty mass of pubic hair and noisily brought the youthful white meat to its full glory within a few brief moments. Her tongue continued to circle his cock head with a flurry of sensation and stimulation. He grasped her flowing black hair tightly and with an abrupt involuntary thrust of his hips, shot his cream frantically between her moist, sucking lips.

Brad slowly eased the eager little princess from his spent manhood, and began to show her the innate differences in their anatomy. Slowly he undressed his trembling partner, and gently caressed every new exposed part of her fledgling youth. By the time he had positioned his erect cock at the entrance of her moist pussy lips, she was quivering in anticipation. Although the gentle thrusting that followed the slightly painful insertion into her virginal passage became more and more pleasurable, it just couldnt compare to the fulfillment Tammy experienced when she was in control. Her first orgasm came quickly as quite a surprise, but not without apprehension and embarrassment. She quickly dismounted, grabbed her clothes, and disappeared into the woman room only to emerge hours later dazed and frightened.

It didnt take long for Tammy to learn that her eagerness to manipulate the individually unique male member could also reap substantial financial rewards. It was a double bonus for her, and she eagerly anticipated the thrill of each new encounter. To see the flaccid flesh of her male counterpart become resurrected to its full glory simply by her touch was, in itself, the most stimulating portion of the encounter and soon became the main focus of her life. There were so many men and so little time. As the years passed, the once curious virgin became an extremely popular companion to many of the elite and frustrated policy makers of her world. She learned the skills of nurturance and encouragement, spending many of nights in the arms of her wealthy counterparts feigning more that she could possibly ever provide.

As her financial security and reputation became secure, Tammy spent her days on activities that would preserve her womanly beauty and her nights in various elaborate bedrooms, grateful for youthful passion and fascination of male sexuality. It was as she felt her future could only continue to bring fulfillment that Ben entered her life. He introduced himself at a dinner reception she had decided to attend at the last minute, and completely swept her off her feet. Love and lust became confused, especially when he repeatedly rejected her attempts to seduce him. Within a week, her world was turned upside down, and the smooth continuity that had become her trademark had become a disorganized series of forgotten obligations.

Finally, one night, entranced by the moonlight on Tammys soft features and embalmed by a little too much libation, he allowed her enticing words to coerce him into a nearby hotel. There, she gave her heart away to one who had lost his. The feigned tenderness and orgasmic euphoria all too soon succumbed to pragmatic realities and emptiness. By the morning light, as he showered, she espied a photo of Bens lover in his now empty wallet. It was an amazing likeness to Martin. By the time Ben opened the door to the steamy bathroom, Tammy had disappeared in the morning mist.

Several days later in the plush offices of the large interstate bank office downtown, she signed away the deed to her beach front property and was handed a large satchel of uncirculated currency. Walking briskly to her European convertible parked in the VIP space, she roared off into the mid-day traffic to a previously unvisited address in the upper class part of town. Parking several blocks away, she strolled through the unattended metal filigree gate and up to the large oak double doors that were perfectly framed by a large two story Victorian structure. The butler unknowingly allowed the beautiful visitor into the elaborate drawing room where one of its two unsuspecting residents would soon experience a life changing transformation.

Tammy stood discretely behind the large drawing room door as Martin entered dressed in a smoking jacket and fuzzy bunny slippers. With one well aimed kick she had him helplessly doubled over on the Persian carpet as she quickly closed and locked the heavy door behind him. Before he could react to his assailant, she was on top of him with one hand locked in a death grip around his pale genitals and the other over his whimpering mouth. Slowly, savoring the torrent of emotions reflected in her first lovers face, she pulled up firmly on the deep red ball sack, digging her immaculately manicured nails into the sensitive flesh. His muffled screams became more shrill as she continued her onslaught of his now mangled gonads and his struggles, although frantic were no match for her conditioned strength and determination. As the last shreds of his ball sack were torn away, she dug her nails deep into the tendons at the base of his semi-erect cock and savagely tore it free from its birthplace. Martin arched his back high in the air, strangely reminiscent of their first encounter under the willow, then collapsed on to the rug as his life’s blood spurt in gently diminishing geysers into the air only to pool under his quivering torso.

Tammy stuffed the genital remnants into her handbag and briskly let herself out much to the butlers’ disappointment. By the time Martin was found, he had ascended into a sexless reality, while his assailant was whistling gleefully in her own, destined for the peaceful serenity of her Mothers humble abode in the burbs. Once again, Martin had unknowingly launched Tammy into a new world of sexuality that she could only experience true to her unique style. But that is another story that Ben made me swear never to publish.