
UNDER THE FLAG
Part 2

Stardog Champion
jprobx@webtv.net

The time it took for Tammy Scroggins to leave the Food Lion parking lot
and arrive safely back home had been a complete blur. Somehow she had
navigated herself home despite the fact that both her feet and hands
were numb and her head was swimming in the confusion of the night's
events.

Sitting in the parked minivan, directly under the same basketball hoop
where her oldest son, Brian, had been shooting baskets with his black
friend 6 hours earlier, Tammy tried collecting her thoughts as she
finally accepted the fact that she had actually seen a black person and
a white person have sex right in front of her.

Suddenly, Tammy dropped her hands down hard on the steering wheel,
almost as if to say, "Dammitt, I give up!! This day has just been too
much for me." She knew with unmittagated certainty that what she had
witnessed in the Food Lion storeroom would be something she could never
tell anyone about. It would be Tammy's personal cross to bear everytime
she set foot in that place and had to look at Staci Simmons or that boy
Staci had allowed to use her in that way.

The entire trip home Tammy had replayed her brief voyueristic encounter
in her head, wishing that there was some way she could have deleted the
entire fiasco from her memory.

Still, something struck her with intangibly sick fascination that she
kept coming back to. It was the first time since she could remember that
the sounds of a woman crying out in orgasmic release filled her ears.
Tammy couldn't remember the last time she, or anyone else for that
matter, sounded that...'fulfilled".

The grunting sounds that the young man Staci was with made as he came
was old hat for Tammy. It was just like the sound her husband made when
he came inside of her during their ritualistic bouts of one sided love
making. What kept popping up in Tammy's consciousness was the voice of
that young woman, despite the fact Tammy considered the girl pure white
trash, experiencing the ultimate release.

Tammy purposefully tried repressing the fact that it was a teenage black
thug that was causing the young woman to make those noises, but like a
record player skipping over and over, the sounds of Staci's desperate
sighes of pleasure tortured the middle aged white woman endlessly.

Gathering her stuff from the van, Tammy slowly made her way out of the
vehicle and locked the door behind her. Trudging up the walkway to the
front door, Tammy could feel the lightning bug like shimmer of heat
tingling between her thighs as she entered the house.

Looking around at her silent surroundings, Tammy was thankful it
appeared everyone had retired to their bedrooms despite the fact that it
was only a few minutes after 10pm. As she climbed the stairs, fighting
off her unrelenting fatigue, part of Tammy's pysche still whispered
meekly to her, "Maybe Carl's still up."

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Of all the nights for her husband to have fallen asleep early, that
night had to be it. Sneaking quietly into her bedroom and closing the
door behind her, Tammy slowly undressed, part of her wishing Carl would
notice she was home, invite her over, and show her his way of
appreciating her. Anything to put out the slow burn that had suddenly
turned wicked between her legs.

Once she got ot the point however where she was standing over the bed,
completly naked, and all Carl did was to continue snoring with his mug
smashed into the pillow, Tammy gave up and reached for her nightshirt,
anxious herself to crawl into bed and put the stressful day behind her. 

45 minutes after she snuggled under the covers, Tammy was finally able
to let her drowsiness overtake her, falling asleep with both hands
strategically wedged right between her crotch in a modified fetal
position .

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Just like her own personal "Groundhog Day", Tammy Scroggins's bedside
alarm went off at precisly two minutes until six.

Dragging herself out of bed once again and making her way into the
bathroom to begin the same sloppy routine she had done for every weekday
morning since she could remember, Tammy blindly turned on the sizzling
water of the shower and waited for the heated spray to cast the whole
room in a mystical fog.

Staring at her murky image in the mirror, she saw the hints in her eyes
of a unrealized purpose she still hadn't fully admitted to.

Turning back the heavy shower curtain and stepping under the cascading
jets of water, Tammy quickly lathered herself up and washed off as if
she had something unmentionable to do while she had that fleeting moment
of privacy.

Feeling the glorious sensation of the hot water loosening her joints,
Tammy teased her body tenderly, trying to work up the courage to do what
she had longed to do during the dreams she had just awoke from.

Blindly reaching out, as if a force greater than her was in control, the
first thing Tammy wrapped her hand around was the 8 inch Herbal Essence
Shampoo bottle, sitting half full, on the shower shelf.

Slowly easing the tubular girth down the front of her chest, between her
cleavage and finally over her trim belly until it dipped below her
waistline, Tammy clenched her eyes shut, letting her instincts take
over.

Just as she rocked her head back, savoring the languid spray of the hot
water soaking her body, the tip of the shampoo bottle collided with her
freshly shaved pussy.

"GOSSSHHH......," Tammy sighed out loud, under the loud whoosh of the
water.

"YYYEEESSSSSS," She moaned even louder as her right hand worked the
phallic implement up and down her exposed, pink slit.

Tammy felt her ears pop as the humidity and barometric pressure inside
the sultry bathroom brazenly effected her body. 

"GGGAAAWWWDDDD," Tammy moaned as her left shoulder collapsed against the
slick side wall of the shower stall.

With her hips swirling rythemically and her knees shaking, Tammy
fiendishly worked the fat end of the shampoo bottle up and down the
puckered opening of her deprived sex.

With the shower stream smacking her directly in the face, causing her
entire upper body to look as if it was standing like a statue underneath
a waterfall, Tammy swore she could see the 'oh so far off light" of her
pent up orgasm at the end of the tunnel, clearly behind her tightly shut
eyes.

Not realizing just how unsteady she had become on the glazed floor,
Tammy winced from surprise when both her knees collapsed solidly down
onto the drenched platform of the shower. Kneeling now, Tammy was
relentlees in pursuit of her long awaited, impending goal.

Her legs parted as she squated over top of the wide girth of the
embedded shampoo bottle, Tammy subtly raised her hips up into the air as
she held the shampoo bottle steady with her right hand, then delicatly,
she lowered her weight all the way down on top of it.

With the narrow head of the bottle anchored on the slick floor of the
shower stall and its fat base jutting upwards, Tammy's senses shimmered
from the unreal feeling of being slowly entered by something so huge.

As the crude circumfrance of the bottle pushed her labia further apart,
Tammy's breathing became nothing more than a blissful series of fits and
stops as the water from above continued pounding her brow.

Confident now she could handle the plastic invader, Tammy's desperation
for release took over and she started a tantalizing rythem with her cunt
as she clutched the burrowing phallus even deeper inside of her in a
pelvic stranglehold.

"OOHHHH...GGGOOODDD," Tammy hissed through clenched teeth as her body
began its final desperate grind against the implement between her legs.

Breathing crazily through the sizzling spray bathing her face, Tammy
could feel the initial strain of her long pent up stress starting to
give way as he orgasm approached. 

Then her worst nightmare happened.

Just as she readied herself to let go, the sound of the bathroom door
swinging open destroyed everything she had worked for that morning.
Hearing the weight of her husband's feet grogily lumber into the steamy
room, Tammy weakly pressed her chin against her chest, feeling the
frustration of her predicament manifest itself in a series of salty
tears that leaked down her cheek, mixing with the relentless flow of the
shower.

"DDAAMMNNN!!!" Tammy screamed internally as she tried lifting herself up
and washing what evidence of her embarrassment off before relinquishing
the shower stall to Carl.

Setting the now pungeant Herbal Essence bottle back up on the shower
rack, Tammy turned off the shower jets and stepped out, letting her
husband have his turn.

"You can finish THAT when everyone else leaves later this morning," A
purring voice inside Tammy's head told her, as she stepped between her
husband and the sink to dry herself off.

"No you won't," a more rational and realistic voice told her. "You
shouldn't have even tried THAT in the first place you crazy bitch!"

For the rest of the morning, Tammy darted around the house trying to
keep herself occupied before she left for work. Frustrated and grouchy
from her morning disappointment, Tammy fought her own biting guilt over
her selfish attempt at gratification. Drowning her sorrows in a couple
of extra cups of coffee, Tammy left the house at a few minutes till 11
for her job, leaving the house completly empty for the rest of the
afternoon.....

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.........or so she thought.

High school kids aren't the only ones that need to take a little time
off from school and enjoy themselves every once in a while. Even 11 year
olds like Roger Scroggins needed some personal time as well. That's why
he and two of his friends; Mark Goldstien a rail thin Jewish boy on his
soccer team as well as Melvin Denson, a 12 year old black kid and
another teammate, decided to skip a few classes at school and head over
to the Scroggins house after Roger's Mom had left for work.

All three ducked out of Harmon Middle School right before lunch and cut
through a few of the suburban shortcuts until they safely reached the
Scroggins house a few minutes after 12 noon. The plan was to hang out
inside the house, out of the view of the neighbors and play video games
while they also tried out Carl Scroggin's new pool table until 2:30 when
Melvin's 18 year old brother, Kelly was supposed to pick the three boys
up and get them back to school before final bell so they could be there
to get picked up by their respective parents for soccer practice, as if
nothing ever happened.

The entire plan, for the most part, had gone off without a hitch. Kelly
Denson had promptly arrived at the Scroggins house at 2:15, giving the
kids about a half an hour to finish up their tense game of 8 ball. 

With the kids engrossed in the novelties of pool and the fact that each
of thier allowances rided on the outcome, Kelly was able to slip away
quietly and stroll thorugh the Scroggins house, unbothered, for a few
minutes. 

Gingerly walking across the plush carpet of the living room, Kelly
couldn't help but fixate in his mind on the image of the Confederate
Flag hanging prominently in the basement where the kids were playing.
The mere presense of such a vile symbol made Kelly's stomach burn with
disgust and frustration. Looking around at the accumulated wealth
evident around him inside the Scroggins's home, it only intensified his
anger due to the family's obvious racial bent.

The bitterness Kelly Denson had kept inside for his 18 years life in the
Deep South welled up inside of him with every step he took through the
white couple's empty home. Slowly weaving his way upstairs with his
signature lazy glide, Kelly realized he was headed to the part of the
house where all the bedrooms were situated. Taking in the scenery of 17
years worth of the Scroggins's accumulated marital memories while he
strolled down the spacious hallway, Kelly felt as if he was in some sort
of museum compared to some of the the public housing tenaments he had
lived in during his life.

Carefully walking down the length of the hall, once he reached the end,
Kelly gazed to his right and suddenly realized he was standing right in
the doorway to the Scroggins's master bedroom.

Taking one final deep breath, trying to work up the courage to step
inside, Kelly's feet finally started to move again on the luxurious
carpet. He could still hear the faint sounds of the young boys playing
pool downstairs and he guessed they still hadn't missed his presense
yet.

As quiet as a ghost, Kelly disappeared from the hallway, and went inside
Tammy and Carl's bedroom. His eyes widened disbelievingly at just how
organized and decorated the room was. It struck him as something a
person would see in a Better Homes and Garden magazine.
The sheer size of the one room also made his depth perception seem a
little woozy. Living with his mother, aunt and little brother in some of
the housing dumps over his lifetime, Kelly swore the one room he was
standing in now was almost as big as some of the entire apartments he
had shared with his entire family.

Gently easing up to the bed in the center of the room, Kelly extended
his hand down and rubbed his rough fingertips acorss the freshly made
bed. He laughed to himself trying to remember the last time he actually
saw a made bed, especially one with such expensive sheets and a fluffy,
down comforter.

As he rubbed his hand across the Scroggins's marital bed, Kelly's eyes
panned around the room until his gaze fell onto Tammy's chest of drawers
resting majestically beside the bed.

Kelly felt as if the myriad of family photos sitting on the top of the
chest were somehow all staring straight at him as he stood there. There
were several of Tammy's wedding pictures, a couple of each of her kids
and a few other ones that must have been either friends or other distant
relatives.

Carefully easing away from the bed and making a beeline for Tammy's
nightstand, Kelly tried formulating in his head just what his objective
was. Reaching out with his long black arms, both his hands came to rest
on the smooth wooden surface of the expensive chest. 

Gulping twice, praying he wouldn't be caught, Kelly slowly started to
pull the top drawer out, his eyes beginning to widen as the contents of
the drawer came into view.

The top drawer of the chest was where Tammy kept her soft, lacy
unmentionables. Her neatly organized matching black, white and blue bras
and panties, hosiery ranging from kneehighs, to thighhighs and full out
pantyhose, plus various nighttime outfits

Raising his rough black hands directly above the mass of frilly
lingeree, Kevin felt his head begin to swoon as soon as his fingers
embedded themselves into the material inside the drawer.

As his guilt and fear over possibly getting caught going through the
middle aged married woman's underwear drawer collided with his intense
desire to stay there and savor the moment, Kelly suddenly thought of an
option that would meet both purposes.

Softly scooping his hands down into Tammy's private collection, Kelly
then lifted his hands out and held two pairs of lacy panties, one dark
blue the other white, and one size 34 C bra to go with it in his hands.

He could feel his already rigid cock harden in his jeans as he held
Tammy's soft underwear in his grip. Looking down at his crotch, Kelly
delicatly smashed the bra and panties in his hand, then forced them
against his straining crotch, spending about 15 seconds masturbating
himself through his jeans with Tammy's undergarments. 

Realizing he didn't have a lot of time to waste, Kelly quickly balled up
the underwear in his fist and tucked the garments into the inner pocket
of his coal colored jean jacket.

Preparing to turn and quickly leave the scene of his crime, a soft
suggestive voice inside Kelly's head told him to stop and wait a minute.

"What was that you felt when you went to pull your hand out of there?"
He heard the inner voice ask him. "Take your time Son..check it out," it
implored.

Looking down into the still opened drawer, Kelly gently stuck his hand
back into the frilly, forbidden lair.

Gazing straight down into the now crumpled mass of lingeree, his right
hand became completly hidden underneath the weight of the soft silky
material as he explored the depths of the drawer.

Kelly did his best to keep his nerves in check as he went about his
search. He knew all to well what that flag hanging in the basement meant
and if somehow he was to get caught doing what he was now doing, he
cringed at contemplating of the consequences. Still, he just had to find
out what was hidden under there.

After a couple of seconds of digging, Kelly finally locked his
fingertips around the square pieces of plastic that had originally
grabbed his attention. With a few of the pieces securly in his grasp,
Kelly then steadily began to remove them from the depths of Tammy's
lingeree drawer.

Holding the contents of his exploration in his trembling hand, Kelly's
expression took on an exaggerated hue of shock.

"Jesus....Fuckin'....Christ," Kelly spat quietly as he looked at the
slightly weathered and aging polaroid pictures in his possession.
Quickly matching the face in the photos with the face of the woman in
the pictures around the bedroom, Kelly was almost sure they were semi
naked pictures of his younger brother's friend's mother.

Looking at the way the blonde hair spilled over her pale shoulders as
she modeled a series of bathing suits and lingeree for an unseen
cameraman, Kelly stared at the cheesecake photos of Tamara Scroggins
with wanton lust and youthful vigor.

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The pictures Kelly had found were all over 13 years old. They had been
taken between Tammy's two pregnancies as a little reminder for her of
how hard she had worked to lose the weight and get back into shape after
her first child was born. Tammy had gotten a girlfriend of hers to snap
off a few of the photos on the Polaroid camera she had bought to take
pictures of her newborn baby.

As well as a reminder to herself of her effort to get back into shape,
the pictures also served as a kinky little "Honey, I love you" gift to
her husband to savor over the years as the couple aged.

13 years later, the pictures mainly served a something to gather dust in
the bottom of her underwear drawer. In fact, at that moment if Tammy had
wanted to find those same photos, she would have been hard pressed to
remember where they even were. Now they were in the possession of a nosy
18 year old kid who had simply happened upon them.
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Doing his best not to bend the polaroids as he jammed them into the
inner pocket where he had already stashed Tammy's bra and panties, Kelly
anxiously went about cleaning up the mess he had made, trying his best
to make it look as if no one had even been there.

Tapping out the undergarments in the top drawer with his palms and
fingertips until he was sure it looked like he hadn't even opened it,
Kelly gently closed the drawer .

Kelly thought for a moment about getting a towel to wipe off the
fingerprints he had left but realizing he didn't have enough time, he
simply patted the side of his coat to make sure his pilfered cargo was
secure, turned, and made his way downstairs to gather up his little
brother and friends to get them back to school before the final bell.

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After shuttling the younger kids back to their middle school, Kelly
Denson headed back to his palatial two bedroom public housing palace. As
he walked through the front door he saw that his roommate, Jahon, was
sitting on the sofa watching tv and doing some light petting with one of
the girls he had been seeing, a chubby brunette that happened to be
named Staci Simmons.

"Hey Dawg," Kelly greeted his friend, realizing it wasn't the right time
to spring his discovery from the Scroggins bedroom.

"Hey Staci," Kelly said, also acknowledging Jahon's girlfriend.

Staci smiled back at Kelly, her face casting a stoned gaze as she
playfully enjoyed Jahon's groping advances.

Kelly decided to make himself scarce and started heading for his bedroom
to give his roommate some privacy with his girl of the moment. Just as
he was about to disappear however, a glimmer of a thought popped into
his head.

Turning back towards the living room, Kelly addressed Staci, "Staci, you
still work at the Food Lion downtown don't you?"

"Yeah," Staci replied dazedly. "Thinkin' 'bout quittin' though..they
don't pay shit. Why?"

"No reason....I was pickin' up my brother at one of his white friend's
house earlier.....Melvin said his friend's Mom worked there...just
curious," Kelly answered nonchalantly. 

"What's her name?" Staci asked.

"I don't know her first name..the last name is something like
Sgruggs..or Scruggins..or something," Kelly replied.

"Oh yeah...I think I know her..old blonde lady..she's on day shift most
of the time..I've seen her on nights a few times too..seems real anal
and uptight," Staci assessed.

Kelly thanked Staci for her input and disappeared into his bedroom for a
few hours. Lighting up a joint, Kelly sat in his room and listened to
his stereo headphones until Jahon knocked on his bedroom door sometime
later in the evening.

Kelly let his friend in and they made small talk for a few minutes
trying to decided what to do with the rest of the night.

"She a good fuck?" Kelly asked Jahon casually about Staci.

In their circle of friends, they always seemed to share notes about the
pussy they were dickin' down because , in most cases, they all ended up
getting a crack at it at some point and since no one wanted to waste
time with a bad fuck, it was better to get the critique directly from
the source.

"She ain't bad..gotta a wild side to her though," Jahon said , slyly
shaking his head. "That fat ass is kinda hard to throw around sometimes
but she knows what's she's doin'. Last night she was at the store
workin' and paged me...I went over and we ended up fuckin' back in the
storeroom before she clocked out."

"Damn," Kelly replied, both of them grinning madly.

"Her Mom's a freak too, "Jahon continued. "She's nothing but a crank
whore but she will do anything for a dick...ANYTHING!"

"Shit," Kelly smiled, knowing at some point he'd probably get his crack
at Staci and her tweaked out Mother's pussy as well.

"So what was all that shit you aksed Staci about where your little
brother's friend's mom worked?" Jahon inquired curiously.

Rather than verbally answering his roommate, Kelly sat up from the bed
and walked over to where his coat was hanging on the back of a chair.
Reaching inside and pulling out the pictures and lingeree he had snugly
hidden inside, Kelly turned back towards Jahon and tossed the contents
of his discovery onto the unmade bed.

"Did you fuck the woman?" Jahon asked incrediously.

"Naahhh," Kelly replied , "the kids were in the basement playing video
games and pool and I just decided to take a look around the place. I got
nosy and ended up in her bedroom and came across these. Figured I'd
already taken a chance by going in, the least I could do was bring back
a couple of souveniers."

Reaching down and grabbing the photos from the bed, Kelly handed his
friend a few of them to closely peruse while they continued to talk.

"What the hell do you plan on doing with these?" Jahon laughed.

"I don't know yet," Kelly answered cryptically.

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Just like the relentless pounding of an ocean's waves chipping away a
shoreline, Tammy's rational 'tough talk' to herself about not needing a
sexual release gradually waned as the following day went on. What made
her will power even weaker was the fact that she had the day off from
work and a lot more time on her hands to think about her sexual
deprivation.

After getting her husband and kids dressed and out of the house, Tammy
Scroggins was left alone with nothing but her house chores, the tv and
her own mind to keep her occupied for the entire day. 

As the morning wore on and the distractions became fewer and fewer, the
burning sensation welling up between Tammy's loins became unavoidable.
It seemed everytime she tried turning the tv channel, every new station
had an image on the screen of young lovers kissing passionatly on some
random soap opera or in the case of that days Jenny Jones show, a litany
of really muscualr male strippers that were parading across the stage
helping the female guests on the show live out their X-rated fantasies.

It was all too much for Tammy to take. Before she knew it, she had
flipped off the tv and had started making her way upstairs with the
clear intention of drawing a tub full of hot water for a long relaxing
bath. As she patiently undressed, Tammy proceeded to pour in a couple of
drops of her favorite bubble bath also.

Never able to enjoy the serenity of a relaxing bath when Carl and the
kids were home, Tammy occasionally took the opportunity to enjoy the
guilty pleasure when she had the house to herself.

Brushing her hand through the foaming suds, Tammy smiled, realizing the
water was just right. Tossing off the final vestiges of her clothing,
Tammy stepped into the tub, one leg at a time, letting the soothing
water envelope her all the way up to her chin.

After a few minutes of peaceful soaking, the wanton side of Tammy's
personality took over and shoved all pretense to the side. Letting both
hands slip underneath the foamy water's crest, Tammy let her fingers
explore her glistening white torso.

Tweaking her well shaped pink nipples between her red fingernails, Tammy
occasionally flailed her hips upwards, grinding her thighs together
under the sultry water.

Licking her lips in an instinctual show of arousal, Tammy guided her
hands down the length of her flat stomach until they encircled the
soaked rim of her pubic jewels. Already giddy from her gentle foreplay,
Tammy deliberatly stroked her long fingers up and down the fissure of
her burning cunt, sending siesmic shockwaves up and down her spine.

Tammy's fingers and toes tingled intensly underneath the water as she
wallowed in the sheer pleasure of her private moment. Closing her eyes,
letting the nonstop flow of random sexual images flash spastically
through her head, Tammy instantly remembered her aborted liason with the
shampoo bottle from a morning before.

Quickly and nimbly raising herself out of the tub, Tammy was able to
knock the Herbal Essence bottle off the shelf and down into the tub with
her. Taking the now slick 8 inch phallus in her hands, Tammy submerged
it under the waterline and guided it to the same deprived place she had
used it on 36 hours earlier.

It didn't take long for Tammy's vaginal muscle memory to gladly accept
the bottle's penetrating advances. Holding her labia apart with her left
hand, Tammy used her right to slide the bottom end of the rounded sphere
into her seething pink depths.

Completly lost in her dazed detachment, Tammy's eyes starting blinking
so rapidly she felt as if every fiber of her body and mind were on the
verge of succumbing to her pent up lust.

Thrusting her hips forwards until another inch of the shampoo bottle
penetrated her vagina, Tammy's mouth opened and a low gutteral moan of
pleasure gurgled out, sounding more like a machine gun than human voice.

"AAAAGGGAAAHHHH," Tammy gasped as the sounds of the water splashing
around the tub echoed throughout the room.

As her body started pulsing un the tub, the warmth of the languid bath
served to make Tammy feel that she was weightless in the water as she
ruthlessly frigged herself with the blunt plastic implement.

Tammy sensed she could get herself off anytime she wanted now and was
torn between the joys the sweet and torturous build up was bringing her
and the satisfaction and relief she knew would come from a final
crushing release.

With her knees now quivering together in the tub, it caused her thighs
to force even more of the bottle inside of her. Tammy's eyes then
slitted open and she focused her gaze on something that might make her
private moment that much more memorable.

Fucking herself now in a rythemic groove, Tammy lifted her right foot
off the side of the tub and kicked on the water faucet. Using her
tingling toes to adjust the temperature setting just right, Tammy nudged
her body forward until she was close enough to position herself under
the phallic piece of plumbing.

Keeping the Herbal Essence bottle firmly embedded between the walls of
her cunt, Tammy lurched her hips upwards as best she could, for that one
moment feeling more like a teenage gymnist rather than a mid 30's mother
of two, and allowed the rapid rush of warm water to flood the outer rim
of her vagina.

"OOOHHH...GGGGAAWWWDDDDD," Tammy screamed loudly, her insides feeling
like a pinball machine that just hit 'tilt'. 

As the cascade of water covered her buzzing genitals, Tammy corkscrewed
her waist slowly trying to stimulate herself to a vaginal orgasm on the
shampoo bottle while getting her clit off by the intense stream of water
from the faucet.

Thrashing around the tub like a large fish that had just been hooked, a
lot of the suds and water from the bathtub splashed out forcefully,
soaking the floor beside the tub. 

Knowing she would now be physically spent for days, Tammy wanted to ring
ever bit of pent up frustration out of her body as she brutally
continued ramming the end of the plastic bottle into her snatch while
the violent rush of water from the faucet sizzled down unmercifully onto
her clit.

Secure in the knowledge no one would be home for several hours, once
Tammy's body gave out, she simply lounged backwards and laid the back of
her head against the headrest on the tub. Letting a few more delightful
minutes waste away, Tammy smiled uncontrollably as her delirious
giddyness bubbled over. She could also feel the Herbal Essence bottle
she had just used on herself floating in the tub now, smacking her leg
playfully as if to tell her it had enjoyed the tryst as well.

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After more than 45 minutes in the tub, Tammy figured she better muster
the strength to pull herself out before her delicate white skin totally
pruned over. Pulling herself up slowly, the electrical sensations of her
vicious duel orgasm still effecting her, Tammy reached for her plush
towel and started to dry herself off.

Feeling more refreshed and invigorated than she had in easily 2 or 3
years, Tammy lovingly patted the towel over every inch over her body,
staring straight at the image of herself in the bathroom mirror, proud
of the woman she was seeing for the first time in a very long time.

Tossing her designer black terrycloth robe around her body and grabbing
the mixed drink she had made for herself before her bath, Tammy skipped
into the bedroom to playfully start going about her lazy afternoon
chores.

As she danced happily around her bedroom, Tammy sipped at her scotch on
the rocks while she straightened up and dusted. Suddenly, there was a
knock on the front door downstairs followed by the ringing of the
doorbell.

Wondering who it could be that time of the afternoon, Tammy racked her
brain trying to remember if she was expecting anything from UPS. Since
the Scroggins's bedroom was on the opposite side of the house, it would
have done Tammy little good to look out of the bedroom window to see who
was waiting outside.

With the adrenaline of her afternoon suarez still coursing through her
body, Tammy decided to run down and check the door while she was still
dressed in nothing but her bathrobe. Tying the robe tightly around her
waist as she bounded down the steps, Tammy touched her hair up as she
approached the front door.

Tammy did find it a little odd however that after the initial knock, the
person outside hadn't deemed it neccassary to knock again in the
meantime as she neared the door.

Pouncing up to the door, looking like a cute little blonde kitten with
bare feet, Tammy took a quick peek out of the round peephole in an
attempt to see who was standing on the front porch. To her frustration,
she could see no one.

On further inspection however, Tammy did see a large business envelope
laying right in front of the door on the welcome mat.

"They usually make you sign for the damn thing," Tammy cursed as she
opened the door, thinking it was a package from Fed Ex perhaps.

Tammy clutched her arms to her chest as she went out into the cool
October air, trying to keep her robe tightly covering her bosom as she
bent over to see what had been dropped off at her house.

She immediatly began to get an uneasy feeling seeing that there was no
writing on the entire envelope, no return address, no postage, nothing.

Turning quickly to get back inside and out of the cold, Tammy held the
package loosly in her hands and disappeared into the house, her
curiousity now at a fever pitch.

Once she was safely back inside her house, Tammy walked the envelope
over to the couch and sat down to open it. Taking her fancy metal letter
opener from the coffee table in front of her, Tammy stabbed the end of
it into the letter's seal and delicatly ripped it open.

Holding the top open with her right fingers, Tammy reached in with her
left hand and grabbed the contents. What she felt suprised her.

There was nothing more in the big, bulky envelope but one lone piece of
notebook paper with something plastic attached to it with a paper clip.

Pulling the cargo out into the light of day, Tammy eyes suddenly bugged
out in a stoned stare as she felt, what amounted to a ton of falling
bricks crash directly into her stomach.

Holding the piece of paper in her now ice cold trembling hands, Tammy
cringed as she glared at the polaroid picture that was attached to the
paper.  It was a composite picture of several other pictures of her,
with someone's kitchen floor as a backdrop. The source of the photos hit
Tammy directly like an old song she hadn't heard in years. The picture
that the new polaroid had captured were ones of her posing in her sheer
bras and panties over a decade earlier.

Pulling the picture away so that she could see what was written on the
piece of paper, Tammy felt her head start to throb and her gut turn
sickly as she whispered the forebodding message out loud;

It read,

If you don't want everyone in town to see these pictures Bitch...you
better meet us under the bridge on 12th street at 7 o'clock tonight! Or
Else!!



PART 3 Coming soon
Thanks for reading


