Chapter 13: Tammy Lafayette, 30, CC’s girlfriend...

CC Hebert picked a Monday for Tammy’s stage debut. That was the day he brought over the cash payments anyway. And, he had called Sinéad — no one from Sausalito was at the bar yet.

Tammy had showered, had shaved her legs, had done her hair. But she didn’t put on any makeup. It was over 100-degrees, and she didn’t want any smears or runs since Sinéad was going to film her.

She was surprised how calm she felt — a little excited, but not at all nervous. She’d done Sammy four times and was confident in her ability to get him hard and get him in. After that, it just squeeze, flex, squeeze, flex. She’d lean back on her hands, smiling at the camera, at CC, at the world.

While no one from town was there, Sinéad had spread the word throughout the bayous — that city girl was going to fuck Sammy Breaux right out in the open! Everyone’s invited.

Indeed, over 200 showed up. Even CC was impressed, “Wow.”

Tammy said, “Goody.”

Sally had obviously coached her little boy. Sammy lay down on top, kissing Tammy like he loved to do. Then he worked his way down, sucking nipples, licking her tummy, then spending several minutes on her pussy.

Tammy said, “OHH!” and thrust her hips up as she climaxed.

Then, the surprise — Sammy worked two fingers in, then two more. Slowly, gently, he eased his little hand all of the way in. Tammy had heard of fisting, but had never considered it.

She forced herself to relax at the unexpected turn of events. Mentally, she thought, “It’s not any fatter than his cock,” and just let her arms dangle off the sides of the narrow bed. A symbolic surrender to the little boy, to the film, to CC, to the world.

She looked around at the avid faces crowding closer. The excited whispers, the frantic stroking of cocks. She loved it!

Sammy, obviously coached by his mother, was carefully rotating his wrist — left and right, left and right. Sammy and Tammy were both so well-lubricated that it was slippery.