Tammy wasn't the brightest of girls. Her parents became aware of this as she was growing up and, like any well-heeled family, they engaged special tutors and trainers.
It wasn't as if you'd notice anything amiss. Tammy was bright, cheerful and always smiling. She radiated good health and a great physique from a very young age. Her enthusiasm for fun was infectious and her curly blond hair and twinkling blue eyes encouraged everyone to like her. But her IQ worried her wealthy middle class parents whose other two children were quite clever.
Clearly, Tammy was never going to do well at college even if she managed to get in. Her parents decided the best thing would be if Tammy married young.
Neville Young, was the son of some friends. He was staid to the point of dullness but reliable and a reasonably good physical specimen who excelled at sports as well as being extremely good at maths and physics.
Tammy found herself teamed up with Neville in high school and they soon became an item. He was only two years older than her, so the parents arranged that they would be married soon after Tammy graduated from High school. That was neatly just a month after Tammy's eighteenth birthday.
But although she kept up her usual cheerful front, Tammy felt a small core of unease about the whole thing. It was as if a great iron door was closing on her life. By the time the wedding came round Tammy had been carried along with the preparations like any bride. She selected a dress, looked over her mother's shoulder as the guest list was compiled and shopped happily enough for her trousseau. She and Neville pondered over their choice of honeymoon venue and the length of their stay there.
At last the great day arrived. On it's eve, Tammy went out with her friends on their respective stag parties. She went with the crowd to a number of clubs. Each one seeming a seedier one than before. Finally, Tammy was confronted with her friends' pre-wedding gift, a well built black fellow with greased up body and wearing only a thong.
He danced around them, gyrating his body seductively in time with the music. Naturally he paid special attention to Tammy after one of her friends had pointed out who the bride-to-be was. This somewhat puzzled the man, Nathan, who reckoned he could normally pick out the prospective wife from any crowd of women.
Nevertheless he had his professional job to do, so he performed some exotic dances for her which caused a slightly far away look on her face to dissipate as he got her attention. Tammy was wearing a cream silk blouse, a knee-length dark green skirt and sheer nylon stockings with open toes white high-heeled shoes.
Nathan dragged her up to the little stage to dance with him. She was reluctant but she was too unsteady with booze to offer any real resistance. He whirled her around, her skirt billowing out, giving the gathering a tantalising glimpse of her white satin panties.
The next piece of music was slower, so Nathan held her close and ground his erection into her mound as he had done on innumerable previous occasions. Sometimes women objected and then he would quickly ease off. Sometimes they lapped it up and got aroused so he would dry-hump them to the point of orgasm if that was what they wanted. To him it was a job.
But this time, with this pretty young blond in his arms, he sensed her vulnerability and acceptance. If he had been a nineteenth century 'cad' he would have recognised that he had 'swept her off her feet,'
She was smiling at him and as the music quickened, she went along with his stylish tango, swirling around not caring that her stocking tops and panties were on clear view to their audience. The cheering simply encouraged her. The trio of musicians who were playing enjoyed it too. They switched to the Can-can. Tammy cheerfully high kicked blithely displaying all, as she held her skirt up to the level of her waist.. The audience cheered raucously, especially her girl-friends who were having a great time.
Tammy was hot sweaty and breathless when Nathan took her back to the table.
"I don't want to stop," she cried.
He whispered in her ear, "I have to, honey, or I'm going to have to fuck you right up on the stage."
He looked expecting a hostile reaction. But he wasn't completely taken by surprise to see Tammy smiling up at him. She was still breathless as she too whispered just two words,
"Yes, please!"
Nathan pulled her up and started to go back on stage with her. As they stepped up, he asked, "Are you sure?"
There was a small ripple of applause as they reappeared, just like the usual encore.
"Of course," Tammy said smiling at this supple, muscular hunk who had triggered a powerful arousal in her.
It was a slow dance, allowing Nathan to stand behind, running his hands up and down her body several times. He moved his strokes from her sides, gradually running up and down her front until he was openly caressing her tits at the end of each stroke. The gathering was now noisily voicing their collective approval of this.
As the music paused slightly, Nathan slid one hand down to Tammy's thigh. She responded by lifting her leg. His hand went swiftly under her skirt, up her stockinged leg until he was able to slide his middle finger ostentatiously into the crotch of her panties. The audience were now going wild. There were shrieks of encouragement from her friends. Nathan wondered if he would still have a job at the end of the evening.
"Get 'em off, Tammy," and other cruder remarks from some of the men in the crowd, such as one guy who called out, "Go on Nathan, fuck the bitch!"
Tammy reached behind her with both hands. She took hold of the laces on either side of Nathan's thong and pulled. She tugged it free and waved it triumphantly over her head before throwing it towards her friends' table.
Drops of sweat were forming on Tammy's neck and rolling down her cleavage.
"You look hot, darling," Nathan said as he undid the buttons of her blouse, easing it off her shoulders to more cheers as it slid to the floor. Now his deft fingers were at the zip of her skirt. There was an even bigger roar from the crowd as she stepped out of it, now clad in bra and short petticoat.
Nathan stepped out from behind her to a tumultuous shriek as he displayed his erection openly for the first time.
Tammy gasped too. It was nearly a foot long, thick and glistening jet black. For Tammy it was love at first sight. She fell to her knees in front of him and grasped his tool with both hands. She worked it a little and then licked it. Then she tried to get as much as possible into her mouth. All this to a hair-raising noise from the crowd.
Nathan was still keeping time with the music as his cock went in and out of Tammy's pretty mouth. He had gone way past the bounds of his normal performance, casting aside fears about the job as his pure animal lust for this lovely young blond blotted out any other emotion. He felt he was close to coming and he didn't want to waste his cum in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her properly.
He stepped back, pulled her to her feet. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of both her panties and petticoat and pulled off them down together. Another roar from the crowd. They were getting more than their money's worth tonight!
