Chapter 46

Our days slipped by as the Ohio, became the Tennessee, and then the Tombigbee Waterway. Once we were on the Tombigbee, stopping places were not as plentiful. The Ohio had fewer good marinas than the Tennessee, but the Tombigbee had less yet. That helped keep us pushing south toward the Gulf of Mexico.

We found one very good stopping place, Bay Springs Marina, south of Paden Mississippi, and near Marietta. We borrowed the marina van and spent a couple of days doing laundry, having their mechanics check out the boat, and enjoying shopping for our Florida adventure. It was a good stop over.

We spent some time enjoying each other while at Bay Springs, before locking through the dam just below. Tammy was becoming more comfortable with the physical side of our relationship, while continuing to encourage Amy, Carrie, and Linda to explore their feelings for me. One night, Tammy talked at some length about her thoughts on "sharing" her daughters with me.

"You realize that we are far too far apart in age to become a couple, right?" she asked. "What you do to me is amazing, but there's not a real future for us as a married couple, is there?" Her matter of fact way of stating her problem with our future was refreshing.

I realized then, that I was the transition guy in her life. I'd be the one who she used to heal from her marriage and go on to her real love, healed and whole.

The realization made me sad but also gave me the freedom to really enjoy our time together, without worrying about next month, or next year, or ten years from now. It wasn't that I wanted to use her and lose her, but she'd made up her mind that I was going to do 'for her, ' instead of 'to her.'

She must have conveyed her intentions to the girls, because they were much less concerned about upsetting Tammy while enticing me.

Carrie was precious. She still had much of her baby fat, but her adult shape was emerging rapidly. Her breasts were far behind her sisters', but they were beautifully shaped and tipped with succulent nipples, just made for chewing. She pressed her breasts into me at every opportunity. Often, when I was sitting behind the helm, she would step up behind me and rub her hard nipples against my back. It never failed to arouse me, and I kept telling her how lovely she was to look at, and how I looked forward to seeing all of her, one day soon.

Each time I mentioned wanting to undress her, those big brown eyes would get so large and serious, and I was afraid she thought I wanted her to strip right there in the salon, so I could stare at her. I called that her, "bedroom eyes," look. It never failed to bring Mr. Johnson to attention.

Somehow the four girls had decided on a schedule of sorts. Each night I was joined in bed by one of the four. We were alone for about two hours, and when we quieted down, the other three would wedge themselves in around me. Each girl had a different set of expectations and desires. It was my job to figure it out and go only that far.

Tammy wanted everything. She discovered she loved to sixty-nine. We would suck on each other for an hour straight, or until she could come no more, then I would slide Mr. Johnson deep inside her, and finish us off with a bang. Her oral technique left much to be desired, but she improved little by little.

The night I introduced my index finger into Tammy's rectum, I thought she was going to have a stroke. We were in a sixty-nine, and she had come several times already. I was rimming her anus with my index finger, sucking her engorged clit, and lightly touching her "G" spot with two fingers. Something told me it was time to go for it. My index finger nail was clean and trimmed. I knew I wasn't going to hurt the inside of her rectum, so instead of continuing to rim her, I slipped it past he sphincter, in to the second knuckle.

Tammy froze, then arched her back at the unfamiliar penetration. She looked over her shoulder at me, puzzled. I continued my assault on her clit and "G" spot, while ever so slowly twisting my finger inside her bottom. Soon she couldn't help it and started to press back, seeking more anal stimulation.

I carefully tried a second finger, beside my first, and stretched her open a little more. She was fully into my game by then, shaking her head from side to side, pressing her ass into my probing digits, and thrashing as she discovered a new way to come.

At her pinnacle, I pressed both fingers as far as they would go, twisted them a little, and then gently withdrew while she was completely distracted by her orgasm. When she recovered, my fingers were out of her rectum, and there was no pain to associate with entry, or exit.

After a brief respite, and a trip to the bathroom for Tammy, she rewarded me with Olympic quality sex. She rode me like a bucking bronco. Tammy loved being a cowgirl and controlling the rate, depth, and style of sex. Giving her control of her own body empowered her in ways that she couldn't have expected in advance. Because I never took, she was almost always happy to give.

Tammy asked me if I would be willing to try penetrating her bottom. She wanted to find out if it felt as good as my fingers, and whether she was missing out on anything. Her fear was that I'd fail to control myself and hurt her. It was all up to Tammy. When she was ready, she extracted my solemn promise not to pound her to pieces, and to swear that if she said to stop, that I would respect that. On those conditions, she gave her last virgin opening to me.

Since we knew in advance we were going to do it, Tammy bought a tube of Astroglide at a drug store and had it when she was ready. She apparently informed her girls that she was planning to surrender her rectal cheery that night, because they circled her like mother hens all day and stared at me with something like adoration whenever we crossed paths.

On the day of her choosing, she disappeared for a couple of hours to prepare herself. We spent an hour on foreplay, getting her ready. She'd had numerous clitoral orgasms as I got her worked up and calmed down enough to let it happen.

The most important thing for me to remember in this whole thing was to let her control everything. I was little more than a breathing dildo. For her to enjoy anal sex, it had to be fully her idea, her way, in her time, and penetration had to be her speed, her depth, and her timing.

At the critical moment, I lubed two fingers and carefully opened her up. Her anal ring gripped me with a strength that surprised me. I wondered if she had been doing special exercises getting ready for me back there.