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My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 01

By: Hcstuds



At the age of 40 I found myself without personal direction. I had a pretty good job working the evening shift at the Kennedy Space Center and it was going well but my personal and financial life was in a shambles. My wife of 17 years decided to divorce me and the judge ruled in her favor most of the time. That left me without a home and few resources to get one. Someone suggested that I investigate trailer parks to see if I could find something I liked at a reasonable price.

I am Ken Richards. I asked my friend Hcstuds to write this story for me.

After looking around for awhile, I found there were a variety of parks. Some were so bad that the people living there had to be there. The next step up called themselves mobile home parks and the top of the line were called manufactured housing. I found a one-bedroom trailer in a mobile home park that would do until I was back on my feet. It had a small kitchen with a dining table, a reasonable sized living room, a bathroom with a shower in the bathtub, and a bedroom large enough for a queen bed and a chair. It was furnished with acceptable furniture but wanting my own bed, I bought one.

Before I started looking at trailers, the only thing I had heard about them were people denigrating them. If what I had heard was correct, people who lived in trailers were the dregs of society. I reasoned that I would be there for no more than a year and I would not have to associate with anyone. What I discovered were some pretty nice people who were just starting out in life or a little down on their luck.

My plans of being a loner were short lived. About three weeks after I moved in, I locked my keys in the car. I had a spare set but they were in the trailer which was also locked. I was on my way up to the office to see if they had a key to the trailer when my neighbor stopped me to introduce himself. He was a young man who I would guess to be about twenty years old. He said his name was Jerry Coffers but most people called him J. C. His wife came out and joined us. She was small or to be more correct, she was petite. She was about five feet three and slender. She had no outstanding features except she was the cutest woman I had seen in a long time. She said she was eighteen but being so petite, she appeared to be younger.

"Ken, this is my wife Kathy," J. C. announced. "If you are not doing anything really important, why don't you come in and have a beer with us?"

I was forced to admit my stupidity. "As good as that sounds," I replied. "I've locked my keys in the car and was on my way to the office to get a spare key to the trailer so I could get my spare keys and open the car."

"You are out of luck there," he said. "It's after five o'clock and the office is closed but I can get you into your trailer if you want me to."

I quickly agreed. He took out a jalousie window pane out of the door, pushed the screen out of the way and opened the door. In less than three minutes I was in the trailer. Any illusions of security were smashed.

"Well, since you helped me out and we are in my place, why don't we drink my beer?" I suggested.

Kathy said, "I'm not much of a beer drinker but I have some tequila at home."

"If Jose Cuervo is OK I have some but I'm afraid that salt and lime is the best I can do for mix." I said.

After agreeing that all was well, we sat down and chatted. The conversation was the same as with any people who have just met. We talked about what we did for a living and what we did for pastime activities. J. C. worked on high voltage air-conditioning equipment for a mall. We had to admit that we were pretty dull when it came to nightlife. I have to admit that my mind was not on the conversation as much as it was on Kathy. She was a living doll. I know most writers on this site, including myself, talk about heart shaped asses and humongous breasts but these descriptions would not fit Kathy. Her breasts were small but for her body size, they looked great. I had to be careful not to spend too much time looking at her because I did not want them to think of me as a dirty old man even if the description fit. Fortunately, after a couple of tequilas, Kathy became more talkative giving me more opportunity to look at her.

She was wearing loose shorts and a tube top. Her skin was as smooth as a teenager's but then she was a teenager. The shorts were not real short but showed almost all of her legs. I mentally planted little kisses on the inside of both thighs. Her breasts were small but intriguing. I had mentally pulled the tube top down and was kissing and licking the pointy little nipples on her pointy little breasts. I was brought back to reality by the interrupting voice of Kathy's husband, J. C.

"We had better be going," He said. "I have to be at work at seven in the morning and you must be tired from moving."

"I am tired," I replied and then trying to conceal the fact that I was lusting after his wife, a woman younger than my two sons, I said, "I'm sorry if I was rude but I was about to dose off there." 

Kathy kept the conversation from becoming uncomfortable by inserting, "Thanks for the good tequila. It's really smooth. It's a lot better than what I have at home."

"It was left over from a party," I said. "I seldom drink liquor and never tequila. If you will drink it, you can have it."

"If you are sure you don't want it, I would love it but it might spoil me," she said as she reached to shake my hand. I had to be sure to release it in a timely manner even though I wanted to hold it and kiss it.

I realized that I needed to find a woman. It had been a long time considering that sex was nonexistent for months before my wife's and my separation and I did not feel free to pursue sex outside of marriage until after our divorce. My ex did not have the same limitations since she moved another man into our house just days after the divorce.

I did not have to get up early the next morning since I had taken the week off to move. I was finished and it was only Wednesday. I was tired so I took a shower to sooth my out- of-tone muscles. As I slipped into bed, thoughts of Kathy slipped into my mind, and my hand slipped under the covers. Of course, I knew she was out of reach but that would not keep me from fantasizing about her as I masturbated. 

The next morning at about ten there was a knock on the door and when I opened it I was surprised to see Kathy standing there. "Hey, she said. "J. C. and I had a good time last night. We would like it if you would come over tonight around six for some beer and snacks."

"I'll be there with bells on," I said with a smile then added, "Well, maybe I won't wear the bells. They get a little noisy sometimes. Won't you come in for awhile?" She answered, "I probably shouldn't but I want to so I'll just come in for a few minutes."

"If you would prefer, we could sit in the lawn chairs on the patio," I suggested.

"No, there are too many nosy neighbors around here," she replied as she came into my trailer closing the door behind her. She sat in a chair near the door. I took the chair across from her.

I didn't question what she meant. Maybe it was because I did not want to know the answer. Maybe I wanted to make up my fantasy about her as I went along without the truth interfering. She was wearing a loose pair of gym shorts and a white tee shirt that lay across her breast revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. I could see the faint impressions of her nipples. Had they got hard as she entered my trailer? I know that my cock stirred when she entered. I was alone with the object of my desire for the first time. I wanted to get closer but didn't want to scare her away.

"So what do you do around here all day while J. C. is at work?" I asked trying to get to know her but not wanting to pry.

"Nothing much," she replied, "there isn't much to do and there aren't any young people in the park that don't work. I thought about taking some kind of classes but J. C. doesn't like the idea."

Noting that she might be bored during the day, I asked, "If you took classes, what would you take?" 

"I don't know," she replied, "I liked high school and made pretty good grades in most of the classes but I guess if I just took a class for the hell of it, I might take algebra."

The choice was unexpected so I asked, "Why algebra?"

She was relaxing as we casually talked about school. She was good in math but using letters instead of numbers confused her. I was looking for an "in" with Kathy and this might be it. Of course, I volunteered to tutor her since I would be home in the morning and work in the afternoon. Now all I had to do was figure out a way to go from teaching to the more intimate things that I was thinking about. 

She was excited about the prospect of getting to know more about algebra and I noticed that her nipples were definitely pushing against her tee shirt. She had wiggled around in the chair until I could see up the leg hole and could make out what I hoped were her pussy lips through her pale pink panties. My cock was as hard as her pointed nipples.

She said, "I'm excited about you teaching me algebra but this has got to be our secret. J. C. wouldn't like it so you have to promise not to tell him."

I could think of a lot of secrets we could have that J. C. wouldn't like but I promised to keep this one from him. One was that what I wanted to do with his wife was keeping my cock hard. When she was telling me how excited she was about learning algebra, she looked upward for a moment. I took that moment to adjust the position in my shorts so I would not have a tent in my pants.

"I'm going to surprise J. C. by going down to the mall and having lunch with him," she announced.

"How are going to get down there?" I asked,

"Walk," she said as if it was normal to walk four to five miles for lunch.

"I'll take you there if you like," I said, "it will save you wear on your shoes."

Without notice Kathy jumped up and as I stood up to join her, my adjustment failed and my cock was pressed against my stomach. Suddenly she put her arms around me and squeezed me close to her. I could feel her firm breast with their hard nipples against me as I am sure she could feel my hard cock against her stomach but if she did, she did not react.

"Give me a minute to lock my trailer and I'll be ready to go," she said as she moved toward the door. As she opened the door and took the first step down, I could have sworn that she glanced at my crotch. Maybe it was only wishful thinking.

I started my car and adjusted the air conditioning so she would be comfortable for the ride. Momentarily she appeared and we had an uneventful ride to the mall. I went back home to take a nap.

I had inadvertently set up a plan where Kathy and I would be spending time together. I didn't know whether anything would happen. In fact, considering the ramifications, I was not sure that I really wanted anything to happen. That's not true. I wanted something to happen but I was not sure that it should happen. I dozed off having happy thoughts in my mixed up brain.

I was surprised by a knock on my front door and more surprised when I opened the door and found Kathy standing there. She had the bottle of tequila that I had given her in her hand. It was obvious that she had partaken of a couple of swigs from the bottle.

"Can I come in?" she asked as if there was any chance that I would say no."

"Sure," said, "I'm surprised to see you back so soon."

"J. C. was too busy to have lunch with me. He had some kind of emergency," she said stressing the words busy and emergency with sarcasm.

She came into the trailer closing the door behind her. She sat on the couch. Throwing caution to the wind, I sat down next to her leaving a respectful distance between us. She had changed clothes since I had taken her to the mall. She was wearing a pair of gray sweat shorts and a red patterned tube top. She looked so cute and sexy that my cock rose to attention.

She took a swig from the bottle and said, "I see you are excited again but this time I don't think that this time it is from algebra."

"It is definitely not from algebra," I replied. "I find you so sexy that when I am near you, I'm aroused. I apologize if I have offended you but it's the truth." 

"I'm not offended," she said, "it's nice to have someone get hard by just looking at me."

Being emboldened by her words, I moved closer to her and said, "I seem to get hard every time I see you. I imagine what you would look like without clothes."

I put my hand on her breast tweaking her nipple and said, "I would love to see these."

She surprised me by pulling her top down giving me a quick look at her breasts. Her breasts were perfect cones with puckered areoles and a rock hard little nipple on each breast. Within seconds, I had pulled her top down and was working on her right nipple with my lips and tongue. My right hand found her left breast and as I held it, my thumb flicked its tiny nipple. I worshiped both breasts with my lips, tongue, and fingers until I stopped and said, "You have beautiful breasts."

"Don't you think that they are kind of small?" she asked in shallow breaths.

I slid my hand up the inside of her right thigh until I touched her shorts. Sensing no rejection, I moved my fingers under her sweat shorts to touch her wet pussy. I replied, "If when I kiss your breasts you get wet down here, they are just the right size."

She did not reply but as I continued to finger her, she started to moan. I really could not do her justice because of the restriction of her shorts on my hand. I hooked my fingers in the waist of her shorts and started pulling them down. She raised her butt to make it easier. When her shorts were off, I slid off the couch onto the floor and put my head between her legs. She started to object but as my tongue touched her pussy lips, she stared to moan. I licked from her pucker to her clit in one motion. I continued to lick the opening to her vagina until I moved my tongue to her clit. As I placed my lips around her clitoris, I inserted my forefinger into her pussy finding it very tight. As I finger fucked her I wiggled my forefinger from side to side until I could insert a second finger inside her.

Kathy was moaning and repeating over and over, "Oh, Oh my God."

She was bucking her pussy up toward my mouth and fingers with the same rhythm that I was using to lick her clit and fingerfuck her. Her hands were locked behind my head pulling my mouth to her clit. I continued with my ministrations even as she went silent and rigid. I looked up to her face and it was exquisite. Her eyes were squeezed closed and her mouth was open. She was in the throes of a full blown orgasm. Suddenly as her orgasm began to fade, her hands moved form the back of my head to my forehead and instead of pulling me closer, she was trying to push me away. 

"No more, please," She pled for me to stop but I continued as she continued to beg.

My hands were holding her tight little ass to keep her from getting away from my mouth. After a couple of minutes, her resistance began to fade and I knew that I had pushed her through the wall of sensitivity into continual orgasm. I kept her there for about five minutes. My jaws were beginning to ache from their exertion.

I left her for a moment to get and install a lambskin condom. I had slipped off my clothes and was putting on the condom as I reentered the living room.

"You are too big for me," she said. "I don't think that we can do this."

Without saying a word, I rubbed the head of my dick through her tiny slit and paused at the opening of her vagina. Her lubrication and the lubrication of the condom allowed me to enter her. Her eyes were open wide as she leaned on her hands watching me enter her pussy. I slid into her slowly and gently so as not to hurt her. When I was fully inside, I paused for a moment to let her get used to the size.

"How does that feel?" I asked trying to make sure that she was OK.

"I am so full, she replied, "but it feels great. Keep going."

Her pussy walls were squeezing and releasing my cock involuntarily. She was so tight and so hot. I pulled out less than an inch and then went back in moving to the side and back out again. I repeated this rocking rotation over and over. After only a few strokes Kathy started her "Oh, Oh my God," mantra again. I was thinking that she had slipped back into the continuous orgasm mode but after a few minutes her pussy champed down almost painfully on my cock and she was in orgasm heaven. Seeing wave after wave of sexual bliss wrack her body pushed me over the edge and I pumped everything I had into the lambskin inside her quivering pussy. We stayed connected until her pussy stopped milking my cock and my cock started to lose its firmness. 

I lay back beside her until I got by breath back to near normal. I picked her up and sat her on my lap. I put my arms around her and was caressing her. She snuggled into me and laid her head on my shoulder.

Softly she said in my ear, "You do everything right."

"You are easy to do for," I replied.

"As much as I would like to stay here in your arms all day and all night, I have to go home," she announced. "I have to bake a damned old chicken for supper. If J. C. gets home on time, it will be about ready."

"He usually gets home about three, doesn't he?" I asked.

"Generally," she said talking about leaving but she had not moved. I have to take a shower to get the smell of sex and you off of me."

"We can take a shower together, If you like," I suggested.

"That would be fun," she mused, "but I have to get the chicken on and then get into the shower."

We arose and put our arms around each other and gently kissed. I could feel her breasts pressing against me and my cock which was between us started to rise.

She reached down and took my cock in her hand and said, "I believe you do think I'm sexy."

She quickly dressed, picked up her tequila, and started to leave. As she reached the door, she turned and said, "If you see J. C. tell him you saw me drinking.

She went out and closed the door. I watched until she was inside her trailer. She had a little difficulty negotiating the stairs into her place. I couldn't tell if it was the tequila or the sex that caused the problem. I took a quick shower and laid down for awhile. I dosed off and woke up a few minutes after four. I looked to see if J. C. was home. I didn't see his car but what I did see was smoke billowing out of the kitchen area of their trailer. I hurried over there and tried the door. It was locked. I thought about the trick that J. C. had used to enter my trailer but they had a solid door and the closest window was too far from the door to reach the lock. I ran home and got a screwdriver to try to force the door but as I was running back to their trailer, J. C. was pulling up.

"Is Kathy in there?" he asked.

I don't know for sure but when I saw her earlier she was drinking tequila and said she was going to cook a chicken," I replied. 

By this time, he had the door open and went inside to find Kathy. I followed him inside and went to the stove. I turned it off and opened the oven. The chicken was black and smoking. Using the oven mitts, I carried the pan with the smoking chicken outside. While I was in the process of opening the windows, he carried her outside. She was coughing from the smoke but did not look bad. After I opened the windows in the kitchen and living room, I went to the door. I quickly noticed that she had changed clothes so I guessed she had her bath.

"How is she?" I asked as I was going outside.

"I think she will be OK but she stinks of tequila," he said. "She was mad at me because I couldn't go to lunch today. The main A/C at the mall kept going out and I had to find the problem. I guess she got into the tequila because of that."


My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 01



I excused myself with the promise of helping with anything they needed. He thanked me for helping and I went to my trailer. It was obvious that Kathy had consumed quite a bit more tequila after she left my trailer. I could not help but wonder if it was due to our sexual activities.

I did not see Kathy until the next morning about nine. There was a nice breeze so I had the windows and front door open. I was lying on the sofa thinking that moving in here was one of the better things that had happened to me or maybe one of the worse. 

Kathy stepped through my front door and in a very ominous manner said, "Ken, we have to talk."

A knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I tried to smile and said, "Come on in."

She started, "What happened yesterday would not have happened had I not been drinking. I ..."

"I'm sorry if you think that I took advantage of you," I interrupted.

"I'm not accusing you of anything and I'm not here to fight," she said and from her demeanor I could tell she was serious, "but I have something to say and will appreciate if you let me say it without discussion at least until we are through."

"OK," I promised.

"I am not a slut," she began and I wanted so much to break my promise and reassure her that I didn't think that she was. "Until yesterday, I had only had sex with J. C. Before him I had seriously dated another guy for eight months but there was no sex. He tried but I wouldn't let him do anything. When I started dating J. C. we did nothing sexual but kiss. We were together for over a year before I let him do anything more. I fell in love with him then and I still love him but yesterday you and I had great sex and I had known you for less than a day. I know that makes me look like a slut but I'm not.

"I love J. C. and never want to hurt him in anyway and I know that he loves me in his own way. He works hard and is a good provider. We have sex about twice a week, usually on Wednesday and Saturday nights. There's not a lot of foreplay but it is not a bad experience. He does what he has to do to put it in me and then works at it until he finishes. Sometimes, it feels real good to me.

"Yesterday, I told you that you do everything right and you do. You find me desirable and you let me know it without being obvious. You talk to me as one adult to another. I don't think that you would have ever crossed the line with me had I not opened the door. Even though you were not trying to seduce me your actions are very seductive. When we made love, you let me know that you wanted me to fully enjoy it and I did. I have never felt that way ... that good before. No one has ever done to me that thing you did with your mouth yesterday. I had heard about but had never had it. And when we finished, you held me. God, I loved it. I loved it all. Now that the door is open, I want you every day and every night but it won't happen that way. I'm with J. C. and even though it would be easy to fall in love with you, he has my love and if you ever hurt him in any way, you lose me.

"I know that this sounds like the ramblings of a school girl but if you are willing to accept this, we can continue to get together. Do you?" 

"Yes," was my one word and heartfelt answer.

Kathy stood up and walked to the door, closed and locked it. She turned toward me and removed her clothes. I became naked in record time. We met in the middle of the distance between us, wrapped our arms around each other and kissed.

"Let's go to bed," she said quietly.

We lay there holding each other and kissing. Even though we were close together, she snaked her hand down to my dick and was slowing stroking it.

Without defining what she meant, she said, "I've only tried this twice but I want to do it with you."

She slipped down the bed and kissed my dick. She licked it and then put the head in her mouth. Looking at her, this adorable creature, with my cock in her mouth was almost more than I could take. I had to do something to delay my explosion. She was kneeling beside me working on me. I moved her around so that her pussy was above my face. Her little pussy was wet and juicy. I used my right hand to play with her pussy and was rewarded with a copious amount of pussy juice on my hand. Using my left hand, I put a pillow under my head to support my neck and pulled her down to me so I could lick her little slit. I licked the opening to her love canal for a while then used my tongue to transport lubricant from her pussy to her asshole. I move my mouth back to her clit and started to seriously worship it. Meanwhile, I placed my little finger at her anus and without warning I pushed it in her to the second knuckle.

She gasped at the intrusion but did not resist it. I kept the finger in her ass still letting her get used to it while I continued licking and nibbling her clit. She was doing a great job on my cock. She couldn't get much in her little mouth but what she did get in felt amazing. I started moving my little finger slowly in and out of her ass. She started talking around my cock. I could not understand what she was saying but the vibrations felt good. I thought she might have started her "Oh, Oh my God" mantra. Her body tensed and began to quiver as she experienced her first orgasm of the day. I continued what I was doing to her clit and asshole until she started to resist. She renewed her efforts on my cock until I exploded shooting what felt like gallons of cum into her mouth. I know it wasn't that much because she drank most of it right down.

We lay together for a while in post-orgasmic bliss. A little bit later I felt her stroking my flaccid cock but it did not stay soft long. It was soon at its full strength. Kathy told me that she wanted to be on top and straddled my hips. I asked about a condom but she said she was on birth control. She raised herself up and rubbed the head of my cock through her pussy until it had enough lubricant. She slowly sat down on it. The look on her face was one of pure lust. She was working herself up and down on my rod and I could feel the muscles in her pussy walls grip my cock and release it. I took both of her breasts in my hands and used my thumbs to flick her nipples. A massive orgasm took over her body and she leaned forward resting her head on my chest but her ass kept moving up and down fucking me. She was giving me so much pleasure and as much as I would have wanted to continue, my little head sometimes has a mind of its own and pumped what was left of me deep within her pussy.

We continued to see each other for about eight months. Being discreet, there were no problems and we continued to share ultimate pleasure. She told me we had to quit because she and J.C. had decided to have a baby. She said she was going off birth control and didn't want any doubt as to who the daddy was. I told her that while we were meeting, we had double protection, her birth control and my vasectomy but I understood that making a baby was a special thing. Our last time together was so sweet and emotional that I cannot share it with you. Forgive me.

About two months later, they found a house they could afford. I helped them move and I never saw her again but I will never forget her. Oh, by the way, we never got around to the algebra.



My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 02



This is a story written by Hcstuds for Ken Richards. This is the second part of a two-part story. Part one is under Loving Wives. Each part is stand alone except the reason for my condition is in chapter 1.

One Saturday afternoon I heard a vehicle on the side of my trailer where J. C. and Kathy used to live.

I looked out of the window and saw a striking redhead come around the truck and open the back doors. She immediately began to remove lamps and such from the truck. From my angle I could not see if there was anyone else in the truck. I decided to go out and offer my assistance. When I passed the truck, I saw that there was no one else.

"Hi, my name is Ken," I introduced myself. "Do you need any help?"

"Hi yourself, I'm Sara," She replied with a welcoming smile. I had help but after loading the truck, he suddenly had to be somewhere else. If you are volunteering, I can use help on two or three pieces."

Sara was about five feet six or seven and had flaming red hair. Her breasts were outstanding. I would have guessed them was about at about thirty-six in a D cup. To go with her red hair, she had a sprinkling of freckles on her face and arms. She may have been ten to fifteen pounds overweight but on her frame, the weight just softened her curves. As attractive as this woman was, I couldn't understand why any number of men wouldn't be clamoring to help her.

We set to unloading the truck. The only large items were a sofa that was a bitch to get through the trailer door, a chair, and the awkward-to-carry mattress and box springs. All of the rest were accessories that personalized the trailer into Sara's home. We made short work of the unloading but worked up a sweat all the same.

"Well, all done," I announced. "Could I interest you in a cold beer or a drink?"

"A cold beer sounds wonderful," she accepted, "and a chance to sit down for a minute before taking the truck back."

I invited her to my trailer because it was cool and that would allow us to relax. The conversation between us was casual as we got to know one another. I told her my tale of woe finally able to make light of some of worst times. She too was divorced but the worst part of her life was that she had a daughter in the hospital with leukemia. She had made the sacrifices necessary to be with her daughter during her life-threatening illness. She had used her vacation time, sick leave, and personal business time but still wracked a string of absences from her job at the Kennedy Space Center. Even though the absences were excused, she understood that any company that doesn't need for an employee to come to work, doesn't need the position. She was just hanging on. She was saving the Family Leave Act as a last resort.

She didn't sound bitter or depressed. She was matter-of-fact when she talked about it. She had sold her home under duress to avoid foreclosure. As in my case, someone had suggested that she look at trailer parks. Not just any park but this one in particular. The party had lived here at some time in the past and recommended it because it was well kept and the people were nice. She said that if I was an example, it would be a great place to live. I, of course accepted the compliment

I suggested dinner but she said that before her ex-helper had left, they had plans to go to the Cocoa Beach Pier, have drinks, and listen to jazz. She admitted that he had been upset because he wanted a relationship with her. She said he was a great guy but at this time, she could not put what it takes into a relationship to make it successful because she was so committed to her daughter's care and well-being. She said the pier date was off but if I liked jazz, we could go. Since the band was on the pier itself, it was casual and we would not have to dress. My thought was that she might be short selling herself about the relationship but I did take her up on the offer to go to the Pier.

We took the truck back to Budget and took her car to the Pier. Even though there are restaurants and a large lounge on the Pier, tables were set up out on the pier itself. The setting was perfect. We were overlooking the ocean with a warm tropical breeze gently flowing across us. I made a mental note that this would be a great place to bring a date. We ordered beers and at Sara's suggestion, an appetizer tray which consisted of jalapeno poppers, potato skins, and mushrooms stuffed with crab meat.

Sara was an unusual woman in her upper thirties. She was articulate, funny with a great sense of humor, and an infectious laugh. She was easy to talk to and to listen to. I could see why any man would want a relationship with her. We were deep in conversation when I noticed that the band had started. The band consisted of a sax, trumpet, trombone, and drums. They were good and non-intrusive. They were easy to listen to but did not demand your attention. The snacks were above average especially the mushrooms; the band was excellent and Sara was intriguing. I had not had so much fun with my clothes on in a very long time. 

We left about ten thirty so that Sara could be at the hospital early the next morning. After we were on our way back to Titusville, She told me that her ex-helper had been at the Pier tonight. She had not told me earlier because she did not want me to be uncomfortable. Add considerate of other peoples' feelings to her list of virtues. We continued our conversation all the way home. I walked her to the door and as she put one foot on her front stairs, she turned to me.

"I had a great time tonight," I said not wanting the night to end so early. "Maybe we can go out again sometimes."

"I think that would be nice," she replied. "I don't know when that'll be; however. I stay at the hospital for weeks at a time. I got the trailer because I need some place to crash when I can get away for a day or so."

"I understand your predicament," I said. "I meant it when I said that I was not looking for a committed relationship either. It's not because I don't have the time. It's that I don't have the energy. If you happen to be in town and see my car here, knock and maybe we'll have a drink."

I turned to leave but she stopped me, "Ken, this might be a mistake but what I need and really want tonight is a good, old-fashioned casual fuck. Are you up for it?"

I laughed and took her hand and said, "Come with me. I think that can be arranged."

We went to my trailer and to be more specific my bedroom. I started to take her clothes off.

"Don't think that I'm always this easy," she said as if it mattered.

"Of course not," I said as I removed her bra. "You have beautiful breasts."

They were beautiful and big with nice areoles but she had no nipples. They were not inverted and they did not stick out. The tips of her breasts, where the nipples would have been, were just a little wrinkled. I found out when I kissed and licked them that they worked fine.

When we were completely naked, she sat on the side of my bed and I knelt between her legs. I continued to worship her breasts with my lips and tongue . When I started to kiss down her body she said, "Not now, I want you inside me."

She scooted back on the bed pulling me with her. I was on top of her and my hard cock was almost perfectly aligned with the entrance of her love canal. I pushed forward and the head of my cock entered her. I was slowly pushing my hard cock into her when she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me to her. Instantly my cock was up to the hilt in her slick pussy. What we were doing was basic fucking. In and out with maybe a little extra push on the in stroke to give her clit as much action as possible. Withdrawing almost all the way then quickly plunging all the way in. It was straight, good, hard fucking.

"Have you ever done it from behind?" she asked breathlessly.

"You mean butt-fucking?" I asked in reply.

"No!" she said emphatically. "I mean doggy style."

"Of course," I said, taking charge and taking her hand. "Come with me."

I took her to the dresser and turned her toward it. There was enough transient light in the bedroom that we could see ourselves in the mirror. I gently pushed her shoulders forward and she leaned over and put her elbows on the dresser top. I bent down a little to align my dick with her pussy. I slid into her all in one stroke. I put my left arm around her and played with her left breast. My right arm snaked around her and I punished her clit with my forefinger. I was slamming my cock into her with almost enough force to raise her feet off the floor. Watching her face in the mirror was a study in lust. I was watching her tits swing with the rhythm of our fucking. She seemed to be watching the union of our bodies.

"That's it. Right there, yes, yes, yes, oh yes. Don't quit. Oh please don't quit," she was saying over and over.

I was doing my damnest to comply with her wishes. I was pounding her with all I had. There was the steady slapping of my legs on her ass. When I perceived that she was getting close, I tried to pick up my speed. When her body tensed in orgasm, I squirted my cum deep within her pussy. We had given it our all. I was leaning on Sara's back and she was leaning on the dresser. On shaky legs, I helped Sara back to the bed. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up. I brought Sara a warm, wet, washcloth.  

I turned off the lights and slipped into bed beside Sara. She asked me to hold her so I slipped an arm under her shoulders. She laid her head on my chest and in just minutes her breathing was regular and she was asleep. I also went to sleep shortly thereafter. When I awakened at about five-thirty, I was alone. The bed felt so warm when I went to sleep and so empty when I woke up. I went to the window and looked over to her trailer. It was dark and her car was gone. I could only guess that she had gone back to her meager existence as a caregiver for her daughter. Partly because of her sense of duty, we had not exchanged phone numbers. I knew that I would see her again because she lived next door.

I found the following note on the kitchen table:

Good Morning Neighbor,

I enjoyed last night, all of it. We will have to repeat parts of it sometimes. I don't know when but I will look forward to it. No promises, no ties.

      Sara

The note was written on toilet paper.

The trailer park was built around a paved oval which I had measured at close to a half mile. There trailers on the inside of the oval and fewer trailers on the outside. In fact, there were several spaces on the outside of the oval that were vacant. In talking with several people, I found that some people owned their trailers and rented their lot while others, like me, rented trailer and lot.

I had measured the oval in my car with the idea in mind that I might walk or jog around the path to keep in shape. I started walking with the idea that when I had enough endurance, I could jog. It was on one of those walks that I met Linda. She was twenty-two and had a one-year-old son named Freddy. She was walking around the oval pushing him in his stroller. She was well put together. She was about five feet four with natural blond hair and sassy breasts. She lived in her parents' trailer with them when they were down from North Carolina and alone when they were enjoying the summers in the mountains. They were still in the mountains even though it was October. It had been a mild fall and they were waiting for the leaves to turn.

"Hi, I'm Ken,' I said as I approached her from behind noticing her beautifully rounded butt. "I'm out for a little exercise and it looks like you are also. Would you like a little company as we stroll along?"

"Yeah I would if it won't slow you down too much," she replied with a beautiful North Carolina accent. "My name is Linda."

We walked for about an hour making about four loops around the oval. We pointed out our trailers and discussed anything and everything. In that hour, I learned that she was a single mother who didn't believe in marriage but she didn't want to have another child without a daddy. She said that she missed having sex because it was so good. I told her that there were ways that she could enjoy sex and not worry about getting pregnant. For example there were men like me who had an operation that prevented sperm from escaping into a woman during sex. Though not as efficient there are many contraceptive measures that can be taken.

"You mean you can have sex with a woman and she can't get pregnant," she asked.

"Practically fool-proof," I replied. "And to block diseases a condom can be worn." 

"I don't like rubbers," she said, "because they don't feel good."

"I don't like cheap condoms either," I said as we were approaching my trailer. "Lets stop here a minute and I'll show you a higher grade condom."

"Are you asking me to have sex with you?" she asked naively.

"I would like nothing better," I said, "but I was only suggesting that I show you a condom."

Freddy was asleep so I lifted his stroller into my living room and we went inside. I left the door open and went into my bedroom to get a lambskin. The door was closed when I returned; I opened the package and rolled it onto my thumb.

"Go ahead and touch it," I recommended. "See how it feels."

She tentatively touched it and then took it in her fist and stroked it a couple of times. She said, "It's hard to tell on your thumb but it doesn't feel bad."

As this conversation went on the sexual tension in the room was building. In my opinion, Linda took action based on her feelings rather than her intellect or thinking things through so I decided to take a chance. Taking her by her hand, I led her down the hall to my bedroom leaving her son asleep sucking the nipple of his bottle. Without another word I dropped my walking shorts and my underpants. Her eyes widened as my hard cock popped out. I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Let's try it out on the real thing," I said as I slipped the condom over my cock.

Her small hand seemed to automatically go to my dick and she explored it by stroking it back and forth. I took the hem of her tee shirt and moved it upward in an effort to remove it. She let go of my cock long enough for me to get the shirt over her head. She was not wearing a bra. I leaned forward to kiss her breasts. They were gorgeous. They were firm and round. I would guess them at 35C or a small D. The areoles were just a little larger in circumference than her nipples that stood up like little pencil erasers begging to be sucked and licked. I took first one nipple into my mouth sucking and licking and then the other. I was working on getting rid of her shorts as I continued torturing her nipples. She helped me push them down. When they were at her ankles, she stepped out of them. I wanted to taste her pussy but she wanted to try out the condom.

It has always amazed me at how resilient the vagina is. A six or seven pound baby can pass through there and it will return to close to its original size. She lay down on the bed on her back with her legs spread. I knelt between her knees. My cock was hard and sheaved in a lambskin. If she wanted to know what a lambskin cock felt like, I was the man to show her. I leaned forward resting my weight on my elbows and knees. I slipped my dick into her waiting pussy. I waited a few seconds waiting for a review but receiving none I began fucking her in a manner deserving the beauty that she was. I slipped my cock into her slowly and when I reached total penetration, I moved to the left and right before I retreated. I kept repeating the motion until her body signaled that she was about to orgasm. I picked up the pace and began a rotating motion where I pushed fully into her cunt, slid to the left, and pulled out about an inch. I repeated this motion over and over again until her pussy walls clamped down on my cock and her body started quivering as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her.

After a few minutes when we had recovered from our sexual bliss, she said, "I guess that I had better get home in case Mom or Dad calls. I really liked what we did and will want to do it some more if you do."

Of course, I said I would like to do it some more. After we dressed, I lifted the stroller with her son inside down to the patio and Linda hurried on home. The next morning she knocked on my door at about nine. She told me that her baby's daddy was at her trailer and she told him that she was going to take a walk so they could bond. She asked me if I wanted to. I told her that I would be ready as soon as I put my shoes and socks on. She said that she didn't want my shoes and socks on; she wanted the rest of my clothes off. I realized my mistake and started removing my clothes as did she.

Linda pushed me back into a chair and hopped on my lap straddling me. My cock was lying in her pussy crack and as she moved back and forth, the bottom of my cock rubbed through the valley of her love across her vagina and clitoris. I leaned my head forward and took the hard nipple of her left breast into my lips and licked it. After a minute or so I moved to the other breast and did the same. I rotated between her breasts adding a mild torturing of her nipples with my teeth. She continued humping me until I could tell that she was getting closer.

"You're sure you can't get me pregnant?" she asked in gasping breaths.

"I'm sure," I answered

With that assurance, she lifted her body so that the head of my cock slid down her pussy crack and waited at her pussy entrance. As she lowered her body, my cock eased into her core and her wet heat bathed my dick in luxurious warmth. Watching this beautiful young woman fuck me trying to reach ecstasy almost pushed me over the edge. I was trying to hold on but she was doing such a good job that just hanging on was difficult. She had her eyes clenched shut and a glow was forming over her body as she moved her pussy up and down over the shaft of my cock.

Linda had established a pounding rhythm and as she neared orgasmic bliss, she increased both speed and intensity. I was trying to match her strokes for awhile but I couldn't keep up so I relaxed and let her fuck me. The sound of our bodies slapping together was erotic. My balls were tight and I was ready but I held on until I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock and her body reacting to an intense orgasm. I joined her in the feeling that only sex can give and pumped my cum into her depths. She relaxed and I could hear her quick shallow breaths and feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her firm round breasts were pressed against me and as I was recovering for round two, she spoke.

"Oh, I had better hurry back home," she exclaimed. "Freddy's daddy will be ready to go and he won't know where I am."

"I'm surprised that you came over here while he was there," I probed.

"Anything we ever had is long over," she said. "Anyway, I had better get home and let him go."

We had been together twice and even though I enjoyed her immensely, both times had been little more than quickies. A woman with her beauty deserved to be made love to. She deserved to have a man spend time with her and satisfy her on several levels. I thought that maybe at her age she may not have had that experience and was ignorant of the total satisfaction sex can bring. I thought that maybe I could be the one to give her that experience.

We continued our walks and our sexual activities on various mornings. Although our walks were still on a regular basis, our sexual activities were more on a catch as catch can basis since her parents arrived. Her father, Ben, seemed like the kind of guy that nothing much bothered him. Her mother, Becky, however, was more suspicious. She wasn't really happy about her daughter having a friend almost twice her age. She would not say or do anything overtly but would say things about me having friends my age. The truth was that I was older than her mother. I was nearing forty-one and on her next birthday, she would see forty. Her father was forty-five but looked and acted more like sixty. Becky looked like what I might expect Linda to look like in twenty years. When we were alone which was seldom, I flirted a little with Becky to throw her off of our track. I said nothing intense. I would compliment her on her hair or clothes and say that she and Linda looked more like sisters than mother-daughter.. 




My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 02



One day as we were walking around the oval, Linda pointed out a man who was sitting on his porch. He appeared to be in his early twenties and was tall, maybe six feet four inches or so. She said that she didn't know him but would like to and asked me to introduce them. I didn't know him either but told her that I would do what I could do. I had mixed feelings because I really enjoyed the little time we had together but you know the adage about if you love something, set it free and if it was meant to be, it will return. After our walk, I went over to meet him.

I knocked on his door and when he answered I said, "Hi, I'm Ken and I live here in the park. You may have seen Linda and me walking around the loop."

"As a matter of fact, I have," he replied. "Is she your daughter?"

"No," I said. "She's just a friend that likes to walk but she is the reason I'm here. She has also seen you and would like to meet you. Maybe one morning we could stop for a moment and then it is up to you two."

His name was Rick and they met. Even though he was going through a divorce and had two children, he and Linda seemed to hit it off. They had several dates. I had not seen Linda for a couple of weeks and I missed her a little. I was surprised when Linda came to see me one morning.

"Hi," she said as she came into my trailer, put her arms around me and kissed me passionately. "I've missed you and missed what we do together."

"I thought that since you and Rick are seeing each other, he had taken my place," I said.

"I don't have sex with him," she stated. "He's long-term. I have you for sex."

"Let me get this straight," I asked. "You want a relationship with Rick so you don't have sex with him but you still want sex so that's what I'm for?"

"You make it sound bad," she said with a pout. "Anyway, let's not fight. Mom and dad went out to see the Space Center and we have a few hours to play around."

"Good, we have time to do it right," I said as I took her in my arms and kissed her. As our tongues found one another, I put my hand on her ass and pulled her to me so she could feel my cock insinuating itself between us. 

She started to lift her pullover shirt but I stopped her and said, "We're going to do it a little different today. Let me undress you. I am in charge and will guide you in what to do. You will silently comply."

I kissed her lips again and trailed little kisses across her cheek to the right side of her neck. I kissed around her neck and as I did I walked around her. I kissed the back of her neck and acted as if I was going to bite the nape of her neck. This elicited cold chill bumps on her arms and maybe on places that I couldn't see. I pulled her shirt over her head and lifted her breasts from behind. I played with her breasts but I was careful to avoid touching her nipples. I led her into my bedroom and we lay on the bed. I kissed and licked her breasts right up to the puckered areoles but left her rock hard nipples alone. 

I moved down her body and kissed and licked around her naval without actually touching it. I moved down to her tender inner thighs. I kissed and licked from just inside her left knee to the crease between her left leg and her pussy lips. I then did the same to her right leg. As I neared her pussy, she raised her hips to try to make contact with my mouth but I withdrew and turned her face down. I kissed and licked all over the fleshy part of her beautiful round ass. I licked into the top of her butt crack but only went within an inch or so of her anus. I turned her over and raising her legs, I licked the sensitive spot between her asshole and pussy. I had been teasing her with my mouth and tongue for about twenty-five to thirty minutes.

I licked the left side of her nether lips and then the right side lightly flicking her lips with my tongue. I moved my tongue up her pussy crack. I slid my hands up her sides and as I took her large clitoris in my lips, I took her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. An orgasm flooded her body and she began to twitch and jerk. I kept my left hand on her breast but moved my right hand down so I could insert my fore and middle fingers into her pussy. I finger fucked her with the same rhythm as I was licking her clit. She seemed to be in continual orgasm or perhaps one orgasm after another. All I know is that the effects that I saw and felt were continual. Her pussy squeezed my fingers, her body twitched and quivered, and she made a noise that sounded like, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh."

When my mouth and jaws tired of eating her out, I moved up over her and slid my cock into her quivering pussy. I did not have to do much. I made little in and out motions and enjoyed her climaxing. Soon I was empting myself into her. I have seen woman with fantastic capacity for orgasming but this had to be a record. I lay beside her and held her until the orgasm faded.

I thought she had gone to sleep when she said, "I never knew that sex could be like that. That was almost a religious experience."

"I'm glad that I could do that for us," I said. "Sex can be very powerful."

"I don't think I could handle that every time," she said, "But I do want to do that some more if you do."

I told her that I was going to get a beer and asked her if she would like to have one. She declined the beer bus said she would like a coke. As I was getting the drinks, I heard the shower. I went to the bathroom, put down the drinks, and stepped into the shower. Even though I had just seen her nude in the bed, there is something so intimate about a woman allowing you to join her in the shower. I took the soapy wash cloth and washed her back and then the front. I went to my knees and washed her private parts. I continued washing her legs. I took the hand held shower head and rinsed her with warm water. I turned the shower head to pulse and did her back. I quickly washed and rinsed myself.

After I dried her, she dried me and that's when she noticed that I was hard again. "You want more after what we just did?" she asked.

"You don't have to do anything," I said, "but I didn't get what you got. I'm happy. This is just my reaction to you."

"Oh, yes I do," she said as she closed the commode lid, sat on it, and took the head of my cock into her mouth.

She sucked and licked on my cock as she jacked me off with her hand. It wasn't long until I was sending my jism down her throat. We dressed and went out into the living room where we both lay in the recliner. It was big enough for the two of us close together. We lay there with our arms around each other.

"My mom likes you," she said.

"I like her, too," I said lazily.

"No, I mean she really likes you," she said. "She talks to me about you all the time when dad is not around. She says you flirt with her."

"I'm just trying to keep her off my case about our age difference," I said wondering where this was heading.

"It would be OK with me if you had sex with her," she laid the bombshell. Sensing my reaction, she continued, "I know what this sounds like but she's my mother and I know that dad doesn't satisfy her. You could seduce her. I know you could and it will not affect what we do together. At least, think about it."

She kissed me fully and passionately. She certainly was pragmatic. We had had a great sexual experience, she had told me it was alright for me to fuck her mother, and now we were kissing like lovers. She said she was going home to take a nap if she could walk that far.

"Tomorrow dad is going to see about a part-time job while they are down for the winter," she said in a matter of fact tone. "I can go shopping and you can do mom."

She had a plan but I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Linda came to get me about nine thirty the next morning. She told me that her dad was gone and wouldn't be back until three or four in the afternoon. It wasn't unusual for me to stop in with Linda as we visited. So I went with her and the three of us hung out for a while. 

"Mom," she said, "I think I'll go and look at that dress we saw in the newspaper and if I like it I'll put it on lay-away."

"I didn't know that you two were going shopping," I said.

"I'm not," said Becky. "I don't like shopping especially with this one. She'll spend two to three hours looking at and trying on this dress and then move on to another dress or another store."

"I'm not that bad, really," Linda said as she bundled up Freddy and left to ostensibly go shopping.

"Well, we are alone at last," I said to Becky, who seemed a little nervous to be alone with me. "This is our chance to be naughty."

She was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. I walked over, leaned in and gave her a kiss. It was on the mouth and lasted a bit longer than a casual kiss but it was by no means a lovers' kiss.

"You know that I'm married and I have never done anything like this."

I extended her my hand; she took it and followed me to the living room couch. As we sat down, I said, "And you don't have to now unless you want to. I find you very attractive and sexy but I don't want to interfere with your marriage. I acted on the spur of the moment and I do apologize if I offended you."

"I'm not offended," she said, "but I am nervous."

"I'll leave then," I said. "Before I go can we share one kiss?"

Without waiting for a reply, I leaned in and found her waiting. I kissed her softly at first then my tongue found her open mouth and our tongues began a little dance of love. The kiss became passionate. I broke the kiss and we were both breathing more rapidly than normal. "Can we share another kiss," I asked.

We went right back to where we were except my right hand found her left breast and toyed with it through her shirt. I could feel her extended nipple and risked the chance of being thrown out by starting to unbutton her shirt. I met no resistance. I pushed the shirt and unsnapped the front clasp on her thin bra. I saw where Linda got her beautiful breasts. Looking at Becky's breasts was like looking at a little older and maybe a little larger version of Linda's. I leaned forward and took the hard nubbin of her left breast in my mouth as I slipped down to my knees between her legs. I kissed, licked, and teased the nipple with my teeth. I rotated from one nipple to the other and flicked the nipple that was not in my mouth with my finger and thumb. She encouraged me with her soft moans and her hands hold my head close to her.

I loosened the button at her waist and unzipped her shorts. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties and pulled them down past her knees and off her feet. I literally dived into her crotch and stuck my tongue into her pussy. I wasted no time in replacing my tongue with first one then two fingers. My tongue moved to her clit which also was large like Linda's. I licked and nibbled on her clit as I slid two fingers in and out of her slick pussy. She moaned louder and I continued with my ministrations.

She was muttering random words, "Oh yes, yes, yes, oh God yes."

When her orgasm hit her, it was like making love to her daughter, Linda. Her pussy walls spasmed and her body quivered. I slid up her body and slipped my cock into her tight wet pussy. I was holding my weight up by holding onto the back of the couch. I was fucking her with everything I had while she was still in orgasm. I soon fired my cannon and deposited my cum deep within her pussy.

We had lost track of time or Linda had come back early. As I sat naked on the couch holding and stroking Becky, we heard Linda's car coming toward the trailer. Hurriedly we dressed and went in to sit at the kitchen table. Becky took a pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator and poured two glasses. I quickly took a long drink. Linda said that she had put the first dress on lay-away and had looked around a little but Freddy was starting to fuss so she came home. I made excuses that I was going to take a nap.

As I walked toward the paved loop, Linda opened the door and yelled, "Hey Ken! Did you have a chance to see if they are hiring out where you work?"

It was a surprise that she even wanted to know but I was going to reply that they were hiring but I did not know what for. I felt like that was a safe answer if I had forgot or in the case that she was coding. It was neither. She wanted an excuse to come out and talk with me.

"I know that you were successful because I could smell sex as I opened the door," she said. "If it had been dad coming home, you would have been so busted."

I went home and took a bath in case the smell was so telling. About an hour later, Linda opened the door and walked in. I made a mental note to lock the door.

"I'm mad at you," she said. "You gave mom the full treatment the first time. You made me wait a long time."

"That's not true," I replied. "The first time you were testing the condom for feel and the other times you were in a hurry. Anyway, how do you know so much?"

"I told mom that I knew what was going on because I could smell it," she explained. "I told her that if she would tell me about it, I wouldn't tell dad." Seeing my look of concern, she continued. "I wouldn't tell anyway but we've never talked about sex and I saw an opportunity and took it."

Linda told me about her sex conversation with her mother. Once the ice was broken, her mom wanted to talk about it. The only person she had ever had sex with was her husband and she had always felt that their sex was only for him. Even when they were young, he would satisfy himself and then sex was over. Becky told Linda that she felt sex with me was the first time that anyone had wanted to satisfy her. It was not the first time she had an orgasm because sometimes it would take longer for her husband to get his so she would benefit from the extra time to get some satisfaction for herself.

"Mom was kind of funny when I first came home," Linda said. "She would forget what she was talking about and kind of quit talking in the middle of a sentence. She is getting back to reality now. Anyway dad will be a little drunk when he gets home and won't notice any change as long as dinner is ready."

"I really don't want to cause any trouble," I said. "I am glad Becky enjoyed it because I did."

I wanted to tell Linda how much alike she and her mother were but I thought it might make her self conscious so I kept it to myself. I have found that people like to think of themselves as unique and ignore the commonalities we all share.

"Thanks," she said to my look of not understanding. "Thanks for my mom and thanks for me. This has brought us closer together."

"Does she know about you and me?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I don't think that would do any good."

We said our goodbyes with hugs and kisses and I prepared to go to work. I wasn't sure how I felt about Linda and Becky talking about me to one another. I figured that it was a matter of time before there were no secrets between us. I knew that I would like to see Becky again but I would like it to be private between us without Linda as a go-between. I didn't know how I was going to do that. Her husband, Ben, taking a part time job would free up some of Becky's time but Linda was always there. If I could not get rid of her when I wanted to do so, maybe I could include her. A threesome was always nice but this was a mother and daughter who recently had a man eat their pussies for the first time. I doubted that they were ready for what a threesome would entail.

When I arrived home that night, I saw Sara's car in her driveway. I went into my trailer and watched. I could see her moving around in her trailer and couldn't detect anyone else so I went over. I very softly knocked on the door. It opened quickly and Sara appeared.

"Hi," she exclaimed. "I'm just here until tomorrow and I hoped to see you. Your place was dark and your car was gone. I was afraid you had moved."

"I work nights," I replied. "How did you escape?"

"My sister Janet is staying with my daughter, Joan until tomorrow night," she said hurriedly. I have to get back around eight so she can meet her husband at the airport around ten. I was just going to have a beer. Want one?"

"Sure," I replied.

She hugged and kissed me on the way to the fridge and said, "I'm so glad to see you. I know that I don't know you but I've thought about you a lot. Don't let me scare you with my rambling it was just that 'two ships in the night thing.' We took our beers and sat on the couch.

"You seem hyper," I observed, "but it may be the opportunity to be free of the minute-to-minute responsibilities for the day."

"Yeah," she sighed. "The only adult conversation I have except with my sisters is about my daughter. I know I'm a mental wreck and seem to be really needy but I don't need you all the time just once in a while. Will you still be my friend?"

I replied, "Of course, I'll be your friend. In fact, I am honored that you want me to be your friend. You call yourself a mental wreck but you handle the hand dealt to you a lot better than most people would. Last of all, you're not needy, you're deprived."

We shared a laugh between us and she appeared to relax. Sara leaned into me and kissed me lightly and said, "You always know the right things to say. I have a ton of things to do tomorrow but I don't want to think about them now. Can you spend the night with me even if I have to kick you out early in the morning?"

I agreed to the conditions and we shared a passionate kiss.

"Let's turn the lights out and go to bed," she said as she began turning out lights. "I don't mean to be demanding and you don't have to do what I suggest but I sure do like it. What I'm talking about is that I'd like to do it in front of the mirror again."

All the lights in the trailer were off except the bathroom lights and the bathroom door was mostly closed. The light in the bedroom was subdued. We took each others clothes off slowly. We were in no hurry. As I removed her blouse and bra, I planted kisses on her lips trailing to her neck and finally kissing and licking her non-nipples. In turn, she was kissing whatever she could reach with her lips and pulling my shirt up and over my head. I was pulling down her pants and panties when she began to help me. She was nude and I stopped to adore her nudity. With her red hair and freckles, her big breasts standing up so proudly, and tight waist and flaring hips, she was amazing. 

"When you look at me like that, you make me feel beautiful," she said.

"You are beautiful," I replied.

She released my belt and pulled my pants and undershorts down. My rock hard cock snapped to attention. When they reached my ankles, I stepped out of them. 

"I want to do this," she said as her knees went to the carpet and her lips went to the helmet of my cock.

She took the head of my dick into her mouth and licked all around it. Slipping it out of her mouth, she licked the pre-cum from the slit. She proceeded to kiss and lick down the sensitive underside of my cock and gently kissed and sucked my balls. As she kissed her way back to the head of my dick, I knew that I could not last much longer. She took about three inches of my cock into her mouth and began a back and forth motion.

"As much as I am enjoying this, I want to be inside you," I said but was ignored.

She continued sucking my cock. I could feel my balls tightening and the cum rising.

"I'm about to cum," I cried out but was again ignored as she continued to worship my cock.

The head of my dick sent out strong electrical signals that coursed down my cock and up my spine to the top of my head where I felt it in my scalp as well as down my legs to my feet curling my toes. I was in rapture as my cock exploded and sent what felt like gallons of cum into her mouth and down her throat. It felt like a lot of cup but it couldn't have been because she did not leak a drop. She swallowed it all.




My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 02



She kissed her way up my body and finally kissed my lips. I could taste the remnants of my own cum on her tongue but it was not bad. She turned and leaned forward to place her elbows on the dresser. She had assumed the position. I needed a minute so I pushed her legs a little further apart and went to my knees. I licked her butt crack a couple of times and went lower to her pussy. Her pussy was slick with her juices flowing steadily.

"I don't need any foreplay," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me now."

The fact that a beautiful woman, who had given me a fantastic blowjob, was begging me to fuck her now was causing my cock to rise. By the time I had rubbed it through her wet love valley, I was ready. I lined up the head of my cock with her vagina and pushed it all the way in. I began thrusting into her with all my strength. After only a few strokes I felt a little quiver in her pussy walls. It was more like a shudder accompanied by a gasp. I continued fucking her like I was mad and I felt it again. I was holding on to her hips to add to my thrusts but I slipped my right hand around to her pussy and started torturing her clit with my forefinger. We were fucking like animals and it felt so good to me. The shudders came more frequently now and stronger along guttural noises from her throat. This went on for about five minutes until a full blown orgasm wracked her being. My legs were gone and I was holding on with my left hand as I was playing her clit with my right. Her intense orgasm triggered my own and I pumped my essence into her core. I checked to see that her bed was behind me and I fell back onto it bringing Sara with me. I was still inside her but I was shrinking fast. She rolled over into my arms. 

After we regained our breathing and the ability to speak, Sara said, "I know why I like sex with you. You listen when I tell you what I want and need then you give it to me. Most men are just interested in getting what they need."

I replied, "Pleasing you and making you happy is a large part of what I need. Women do not seem to climax as easily as men so I think that a man ought to bring his partner along with him. Being able to bring my sexual partner to orgasm and see them enjoy our experience is enough to give me an orgasm. No, more than an orgasm, it gives me satisfaction. When a woman such as you will tell me what you want and need, it makes it easier. Guessing is sometimes very difficult. It's like a woman saying 'Please me' and after giving my best, they say, 'No, that wasn't it. Do something else.'"

She was laughing when she said, "You're crazy."

We held each other as we went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, Sara was in bed with me. She was truly beautiful. I gave her a smacking kiss on her lips and took her right breast in my left hand rubbing my thumb across her flat nipple.

"As good as that feels," she said, I was serious when I said I had to kick you out early this morning. I've got a lot to do and little time to do it. Maybe I'll see you before I have to leave for the hospital around five."

I was getting into my clothes. I said, "I have to be at work at three this afternoon so this will be it until the next time."

She gave me a smile and a sweet kiss and said, "Until next time."

I went home and took a shower. I was thinking that I didn't know if Sara and I had a relationship, an understanding, or what. What I did know was that I was glad that I was a little part of her life. I admired her for what she was doing to take care of her daughter and I enjoyed our time together a lot.

I dinked around in the bathroom for a good while. After showering and getting dried, I shaved and brushed my teeth. I walked into the hall with a towel draped across my shoulders. I heard a noise and looked up the hall toward the living room. Becky was sitting in a chair there. I tied the towel around my waist and went to her. My cock was starting to get hard but I did not try to hide it.

"Your door was open and I heard the shower so I came in to wait for you," she said. "I want to talk with you about something."

I glanced out the window and saw that Sara's car was gone, presumably for the day. I walked to Becky, leaned down and kissed her on the lips. I was more than a casual kiss hello but less than a lovers' passionate kiss. It may have been the kind of kiss that a man gives a woman who he had sex with the other day. I was surprised that she kissed me back so enthusiastically. I kissed her again this time a little longer and with our tongues.

She had looked so worried sitting there that I thought I had better sort it out. I asked, "What's bothering you, Becky?"

"I betrayed us," she said. "Linda said she knew what we did because she could smell it and I was confused so I admitted it."

"Do you think that she will tell her father?" I asked.

"No," she said, "but I wanted to keep our secret between us and I thought you would also."

"You're right," I agreed, "but there's no sense in crying over spilled milk. If you don't think that she'll tell Ben, what other consequences are there?"

"Only one that I know," she replied, "and that one is not bad. It has brought Linda and I closer together and for the first time we have discussed sex."

"If that's as bad as it is, let's not worry about it," I suggested. "Do you have a little time that we can spend together?"

"A little," she said. "Ben is at work until three and Linda was still asleep when I left. She was up really late last night and will sleep late. I probably should be home when she wakes up"

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. I removed her clothes slowly kissing he body as I went and truthfully complimenting her as well. She did have a lovely body. She was rather petite with large breasts for her size. I noted her breast size as 35D. I removed her shorts and she was nude. She seemed a little self-conscious until I dropped my towel. My hard cock was standing out proudly and I noticed her looking at it. As she moved her hand to hold my cock, I picked her up and deposited her on my bed and lay down beside her. Our arms went around each other and we were kissing deeply and passionately. I pulled back a little and kissed her neck and a trail down to her boobs. Her nipples were standing up and looking so kissable. I took first one and then the other in my lips and sucked on it. I licked all over her breasts and spent a lot of time on those little hard nubbins. Becky let me know that she appreciated what I was doing with the low moaning she was doing and the gentle way she held my head. 

I moved over her and was on my way to taste her when I looked down between us and noticed that my hard cock was pointing directly at the entrance of her pussy. I hesitated momentarily and she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her love canal. She rubbed it around a little my helmet with her copious juices. I slid the full length into her easily. She was tight but well lubricated. I was looking at her face as I slid in and it was a mixture of lust and surprise at the feeling my invasion of her pussy was giving her. I set up a slow rhythm where the top of my cock would bump her clit on the down stroke and slid a little to the left before withdrawing an inch or two and repeating the action.

As her body was giving signals that she was nearing sexual nirvana, I gave long, stronger, and faster strokes. I felt my balls tightening and I was working to restrain myself until she came. Her orgasm seemed to hit her like a lightening bolt. Her body was twitching and her pussy walls went spastic milking my dick for all it was worth. I emptied my cum into her pussy until it was full and cum mixed with her juices oozed around my dick and onto my balls. I rolled over beside her and held her in my arms. When Becky was nearing her normal state, she kissed my lips hard.

She said, "I don't think that I can ever get enough of you."

"I will give you all that I have to give each and every time we are together," I replied.

"I know you do," she stated. "Until we were together, the only man I had ever had sex with was Ben. In high school I let one boy feel my breast and another boy felt me down below through my panties for about five seconds. That was only teenage groping. I had never seen a man's thing until I was married. I knew something was missing in our sex life but I didn't know what it was until now.

"Ben is a good man but his knowledge of how to please a woman or even that he should be pleasing me is nil. He is too set in his ways to change now. I can never hurt him; I can never leave him; and he can never know about us and the things we do. I'll keep seeing you when I can if you want to also. I'm addicted to the pleasure you give me and you do give me pleasure. I knew that there was more to sex than I had but I didn't know that this existed."

I didn't know what to say. I had heard a speech kind of like this before from my ex-neighbor, Kathy. I didn't know what to say then either. I remember that Kathy and I had made love then so now I kissed Becky. It must have been the right response because she kissed me back but when I tweaked her left breast with my right forefinger and thumb, she said, "I want to stay here and make love with you all day but I can't," she said. "I've got to be home when Linda wakes up."

"Do you want to take a shower?" I asked. "I have a hand held showerhead so your hair doesn't have to get wet."

"No," she replied, "I really have to get home."

She dressed and left. I went to take my second shower of the morning. As I let the hot water flow over my body, I thought about Becky and the situation we were in. The altruistic part of me was looking for a way to teach Ben, the man she truly loved, the importance of satisfying his wife sexually. I surely couldn't talk with him. If she bought him a book, the question must surely arise as to why after this long of a time that she found out she was not satisfied. The realistic side of me (or was it the little devil on my left shoulder, decided that all I could do was continue to give Becky all the satisfaction I could and be careful, very careful. I finished my shower. . I walked into the hall with a towel draped across my shoulders and headed toward the living room 

The door opened and Linda walked in. I thought, "I've got to start locking that door."

She asked accusingly, "Did you have sex with my mother again this morning?"

I answered her, "What your mother and I did or did not do is our business and not open for discussion. Would you want me to discuss with others the things we do? You have been seeing a lot of Rick lately. Maybe he would be interested in the things we do, the way your pussy hair is trimmed, or the way your body reacts when you climax."

"Quit talking like that." She said. "You're making me hot."

"I can cool you down too," I said as I dropped my towel for the second time that morning, setting my hard cock free.

"I only have time for a straight fuck," she said as she dropped her shorts and leaned over the back of a chair. "Is this alright?"

I didn't answer with words only actions. I slipped behind her, crouched slightly and inserted my cock into her pussy. I stood back up enough to make her rise to her tip-toes. I kept her on her toes by making short hard strokes. I have found that when there is a fair amount of tension, the orgasm is more intense. I put both arms around her. My left hand was basically holding on to her and holding her close to me. The fingers on my right hand were strumming her clit. It was a basic straight fuck, doggy style.

As usual, I could feel the beginnings of her orgasm in her pussy walls. They would begin to spasm then her body would tremble and even quiver as a solid orgasm flowed through her. Her climax would always bring me to release and I would pump my cum into her body. This time her legs were giving way because of the tension of being tip-toes during the whole fuck. As I allowed her heels to lower to the floor, I supported her to a chair where she sat on my towel.

"Ken," she said. "You give me the best orgasms. My body explodes with pleasure. Look, my legs are still twitching."

I didn't want her to cramp so I massaged her calves and thighs. When her legs would support her, she said she had to go home and I took my third shower of the morning. Before going to the bathroom, I locked the door.

My life in a trailer park was coming to an end. That is, my life in this trailer park was ending. The company I worked for offered me a transfer to White Sands, New Mexico. There was a substantial pay raise and all moving costs, such as they were, were paid. My boss told me that one of the reasons that I was selected was that the area I was going to was a remote missile testing site and all the company employees lived in trailers. Someday, I might tell you what happened there.

I traded addresses with the people whom I had met at the park. The only person that I still correspond with is Sara. She no longer lives at the hospital. She lost her daughter when her little body rejected the bone marrow transplant. Sara reclaimed her job at the space center and was doing well financially even though after the insurance paid off, she was left with a huge medical debt. She was not one to let life get here down. We have talked of her coming to visit.

Becky told me that she had mixed feelings about me leaving the area. She said that even though she was glad that she had met me and we had done the things that we had done and if I stayed would continue to do, she was also happy to quit cheating on her husband, Ben.

Rick did not have much to do with this story except to be the cuckolded boyfriend of Linda. She was dating him and fucking me. She became pregnant and he accepted the responsibility for the child and married her when she was five months along. The letters stopped coming so I guess they are still together.



My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 03



This is a story written by Hcstuds for Ken Richards.

I landed in White Sands and was quickly escorted to the Whispering Pines Mobile Home Park. The park was owned by one of the contractors and rented exclusively to people who worked on the White Sands Missile Testing Range. The park contained mostly higher scale trailers but rented at more than reasonable prices. I don't think they were even trying to make a profit. I moved into a double-wide model that had as much room as a good-sized two bedroom apartment. It was well furnished. The only thing that I brought with me was my bed. While most of the trailers were fairly close together, mine was kind of out by itself.

The town of White Sands had a population of a little more than a thousand people of which almost twenty percent were engineers. There were a higher percentage of engineers in the trailer park because of the employment situation. I was not one of the square jawed, steely eyed missile men who worked long hours trying to fathom the intricacies of missile technology. They spent many long-hour days trying and eventually succeeding in getting missiles to do what they wanted them to do only to be rewarded with another missile system or a newer model of an old project. My days were more or less eight hours in duration and consisted of trying to get the company paid for the work that the engineers and techs performed.

Even though some of the people had been at White Sands for three or four years, we all thought of this assignment as temporary. It was OK to live like this for awhile in order to build a nest egg for some future life. I'm sure some did just that and others found other uses for the money.

As the name of the town and the missile range implies, the sand was white, blindingly white. Unlike the sands of Florida which was composed of silica, this sand was soft, chalky gypsum. In fact, this was the largest deposit of gypsum on the surface of the earth. During the rare storms that moved up from the southwest, the desert sands joined the dance of the clouds and produced a hard-to-reproduce show.

I quickly settled in to the routine. While the engineers worked until nine or ten in the evening or later, I was home by four or five in the afternoon. I was off on the weekends while the engineers and techs almost always worked on Saturdays. Unless an active test was occurring, almost everyone was off on Sundays and many spent a part of Sunday afternoon in the recreation room relaxing and having a few beers. 

The couple that ran the park told me about the gatherings and wanting to be a part of the community, I went. I took a twelve-pac and started to introduce myself around. Everyone seemed friendly enough but after awhile the engineers and techs gravitated to an area by themselves leaving the wives to talk with each other. If, like me, you did not understand or was not interested in the technical jargon, you could join the woman and talk about women things or you were on your own.

I was sitting alone looking out a sliding glass door at the desert. The winds were active and you could see the desert changing shape. The gypsum sand was light and you could see dunes forming and being seemingly moved from one place to another. I was thinking that I might as well be in my trailer. At least there I could amuse myself with TV or a video. My thoughts were invaded, "At first, you are fascinated by the desert and later, you want to get away from it."

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw one of the most strikingly beautiful women that I have ever seen. She was about five feet eight inches tall and had black shoulder length hair which hung around her face. Her body matched her height. Her breasts were not huge but large enough to fit her frame. She had a narrow waste and shapely hips. She was wearing a soft maybe cashmere blouse which draped her torso perfectly and a pair of fitted slacks that left nothing about her figure to the imagination. Her face was beautiful but had a hue of sadness. Her eyes were uncharacteristically piercing blue. 

"So, where are you at the moment, fascinated or evading?" I asked.

"I guess you could say that I'm fascinated and evading," she replied cryptically and then added as if in explanation, "I'm not necessarily talking about the desert."

Her beauty was overwhelming and as I was trying to reply with a clever retort, a man approached and said, "Nancy, quit bothering this nice gentleman," He then spoke to me, "This is my wife and she has a tendency to talk to everyone in the room whether they want to talk or not."

I'm sure his purpose was not to protect my privacy but to stake out his property. I couldn't help but think that the way he could really stake out his property was to be at home giving her what she was desperately seeking.

A few moments later an attractive housewife type came by, "I see you've met Nancy. She's as horny as she is tall."

This woman's name was Joan but she explained that everyone called her Wendy. When I called her the housewife type, it was by no sense of the imagination negative. As I stated earlier, she was attractive but emoted a sensitive, nurturing atmosphere. 

"Why do you call her horny?" I asked.

"I probably shouldn't I suppose," she replied. "She's probably no hornier than any of the rest of us. It's just that when a new man arrives, especially if he is single, she tries to work her magic. I was on my way to rescue you but her husband beat me to it."

"Did I look like I needed rescuing?" I asked with a smile not that she had implied that all the women were horny.

"Oh, were you doing your deer in the headlights impression?" she mocked then changed the subject. "I made a cheesecake this morning. If you would like, I'll save you a piece."

"I would like very much," I said as Wendy excused herself and went back to join the wives.

I excused myself shortly thereafter and went back to my trailer. The two brief conversations and the reaction of Nancy's husband were interesting. I especially wanted to pursue Wendy's statement that Nancy was probably no hornier than the rest of them. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait very long. About seven-thirty that Sunday evening, Wendy knocked on my door carrying a piece of cheesecake.

"Come in," I said surprised. "I didn't expect cheesecake this soon."

"My husband's asleep in bed and I didn't have anything else to do so here I am," she said. If you're busy, I don't have to stay."

"Nonsense," I answered, happy to have the company. "I was just thinking about you and our too brief conversation this afternoon."

Wendy smiled and entered the trailer and took a seat on the couch closest to the door. "We only talked for a minute or two," she said. "What were you thinking about?"

"I thought that your statement about all of you being horny was interesting," I replied.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have said that," she said, "but it's the truth. The husbands live and breathe this missile stuff. I suppose their jobs depend that they do good but they work fifteen or so hours every day and are too tired when they come home to do anything but eat and sleep. Then on Sundays they can't wait until they can get together to drink and talk shop. They come home drunk and go to sleep until morning. I haven't had any kind of sex in over a month and before that, maybe two months."

I didn't have anything to say so I didn't say anything. I took her in my arms and kissed this desirable, sex-starved woman. She kissed me back. Quickly we went from just-a-kiss to passionate kissing. Our lips opened and our tongues got involved. I put my right hand on her left breast and getting no resistance, I tweaked the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. 

She stopped kissing for a moment and said, "I didn't come over here for this."

"I know," I answered and started unbuttoning her blouse.

I removed her blouse and undid her front-clasp bra. When the cups fell away from her breasts, I liked what I saw. Her breasts were ample and her nipples were made for child suckling. Since there were no children present, I did what I could. I took her right nipple in my mouth and took turns licking and torturing it with my lips and teeth. I moved to her left breast and repeated my ministrations there. I moved back and forth for ten to fifteen minutes. I guessed I was doing OK by the sounds she was making and the way she was cradling my head in her arms and pulling me to her generous breasts.

While I continued working on her nipples I loosened her slacks. She lifted her butt so that I could pull her slacks and panties down. I pushed her slacks and panties down to her ankles and she shucked them off. I quickly removed my clothes and went to the carpet on my knees between Wendy's legs. I pulled her butt to the edge of the couch. I kissed and sucked on each nipple a couple of more times before I moved down to her pussy. I placed her legs over my shoulders. She was clean shaven except a triangle just above her pussy. I licked from her asshole to her clit a couple of times and then sank my middle and forefingers into her sopping wet cunt while I concentrated on working on her large clit with my tongue and lips. It wasn't long until I felt her first orgasm wash over her. Her stomach muscles were going wild. I kept my mouth on her bucking pussy until her hips slowed down.

I moved up until my cock was aligned with her pussy and slid into her well-lubricated love canal. She surprised me by pushing back on my shoulders and then sliding off the couch straddling me. My hard cock was sill lodged inside her. She rocked back and forth and as she did her breasts swung to and fro. I put my hands on her rocking hips and pulled her closer to me. Every square centimeter of my cock was being massaged by the walls of her juicy pussy as she moved back and forth rubbing her clit on my pubis. I was holding a breast in each hand and could feel her hard nipples rubbing the palms of my hands. I was barely holding on wondering if I could maintain until she reached another climax when I felt the beginnings of an orgasm in the walls of her vagina. They were grabbing and releasing my cock. I looked up to her face and it had changed from a look of pure lust to a look of pure pleasure. Her pussy was still working on my cock and I pulled on her hips as I exploded deep within her.

As her orgasm subsided, she leaned forward and laid her body on mine. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest and her big hard nipples boring into me. It was a wonderful feeling and she said to my neck, "Oh my, that was good. No, that is not good enough of a word, it was wonderful."

"Let's not worry about semantics at a time like this," I said. "I'm totally satisfied."

"I am as well," Wendy said. 

We lay there quite a while basking in the afterglow of our sex until our union was broken by my wilting penis. Wendy rolled off to lay along side me. She nestled her head on my shoulder and said just above a whisper, "I know that I came onto you pretty strong tonight but I am not the slut that I was acting like. I have never been unfaithful to my husband before. I chose Erik to be my husband and the father of my future children. Its just that I needed a time like this so much."

"I would never think badly of you for what we did tonight," I said. "We satisfied a mutual need. What we did was just sex. It was great sex but it was just sex. You are a good woman and will make Erik a wonderful wife after you get out of here. I know that this is hard for you to understand but this is an exciting time in his life workwise. He is being recognized for his knowledge and skills and it is doing wonders for his self worth and you will benefit from this down the road. Should you have to wait? No. But some men are narrowly focused and cannot handle more than one big event in their life at a time."

"I guess it was also that I was feeling bad about myself," she said. "I see women like Nancy who are so much prettier than I am and then Erik comes home and goes to bed without so much as a kiss."

"Oh Wendy," I said. "If you only knew that you have beauty that Nancy will never know. She has surface beauty and you have beauty from deep inside that shows through to the surface. She is flashy and offers a good time. You are for the long term."

"You have done me a lot of good," she said. "Just so you will know, Erik and I are waiting to have children until after we leave here. I am on the pill so I didn't worry about getting pregnant."

"If you want to come see me again sometime, you're welcome," I hung out the welcome mat. "I don't talk."

Everything I had said to Wendy was true but I still thought about how I had been mesmerized by Nancy's eyes at the Sunday get-together. There was something about Nancy that was seductive. It might have been the inherent sadness in her appearance or maybe it was her enigmatic way of speaking or it could simply be her innate beauty. Whatever it was I was drawn to it even knowing that she had a watchful husband and I was most likely his target.

The week was going by uneventfully. I had resumed my walking in the afternoons after work. The path I chose was not as efficient as the oval in Titusville but I met several of the women who had been at the party Sunday afternoon. There was Evie a twenty something blond who was sitting on her porch wearing a bikini. After a little conversation, she asked me if I would like to come in for a cold drink. I told her that I would on the next loop around but on the next loop, another youngish woman was in her yard with her. I waved and kept walking.

There was Catherine, a tall blond that would get any man's attention. She was about five feet ten inches tall and built to get a man hard. Her breasts and ass were great to look at but her outstanding feature was her tan legs that stretched from the ground all the way up to her possibilities. I spoke to her and stopped to get better acquainted.

"Hi," I said, using absolutely no creativity at all. My name is Ken and I'm new in the park. I don't think that I saw you at the Rec Hall last Sunday."

"That's because I wasn't there," she replied. "Why should I go over there and watch a bunch of you engineers and techs get drunk or are you the new bean counter that recently moved in?"

"I'm afraid I'm the latter," I replied. "What do you have against engineers and bean counters?"

"I have nothing against bean counters," she replied. "It's that I didn't get married to come to this god-forsaken place to basically be alone. He comes home to get something to eat, mostly silent, and then sleep until time to go again. That goes on for six days a week then he goes to the Rec Room and gets drunk on Sunday. If I had wanted to be alone, I could've stayed single and at least then I could date."

"I've heard that story before since I've been here," I said. "Do you tell your husband everything?"

"I hardly tell him anything," she said. "I barely get to see him. We've been here almost two years and I could count on my fingers the number of times that we have had enough time together awake that we could've done something much less have a conversation."

"I was just thinking that with my job I have time on my hands and you seem to have a lot of time and maybe we could kill two birds with one stone as it were," I suggested trying to be vague if she chose to accept the statement in that way.

"Are you saying that if I won't not tell my husband that you would like to fuck me?" she asked me.

"Yes," I answered with one word.

We stood there at her fence along side the road looking into one another's eyes for what seemed like a long time. Finally she said, "Follow me."

I followed her into her trailer. As we went through the door I noticed that the kitchen was on the right and the rest of the trailer was to the left. She went into the kitchen and dropped her shorts and kicked them off her feet. She was not wearing panties. She sat on the kitchen counter and spread her long legs. I started to bend down and taste her pussy.

She said, "We'll have time for that sometime but right now I want you inside me."

I loosened my pants and pushed my pants and underwear down. My rock hard cock sprang up and was aimed toward her glistening bald sex. She wrapped her beautiful legs around me and pulled me to her. My dick found her vaginal opening and I was sucked inside her. She was almost virginally tight and the temperature of her love canal was hot. I began rocking into her making short strokes and moving to the left and right while I was in her pussy to the hilt. 

I pulled her stretchy halter top up over her breasts. Her breasts were round and large enough to fit her body. She had puckered areoles about the size of half-dollars and nipples that stood up like pencil erasers. Without disturbing my fucking rhythm, I took first one nipple and then the other into my mouth and tortured them with my lips, tongue, and teeth. She had her arms and legs wrapped around me holding on to me. Animalistic sounds were emitting from her throat and her pussy started milking me. I increased the speed, length, and thrust power of each stroke into her. I continued until she was coming down from her orgasmic high. I felt my balls drawing up and jets of cum pulsed deep into her pussy.

"My God," she said. "What a great fuck from a guy that was walking down the street. I've never been unfaithful to Ken before but I've been thinking about it lately but there was no one to be unfaithful with until now. And then you come walking down the street saying 'Hi, I'm Ken. Do you want to fuck?'"

We laughed at her humor and we were still united until her laughter forced me out of her. "I'm going to want to do this again but I won't wear you out," she said. "Just make me a regular stop on you walks. A visit once a week or so will do." 

"Once a week," I repeated.

"As horny as the women in this park are and as good as you fuck, I'll be lucky to get you once a week," she said. "To keep my chatterbox neighbors quite, you had better pull up you pants and finish your walk."

I walked on home thinking that life in this trailer park was working out alright. I couldn't believe the men in this park were neglecting the beautiful women who were their wives. At least it was true with the two women that I had fucked, Wendy and Catherine. They wanted to do nothing more than take care of the husbands they loved but since their husbands were not taking care of their needs, they were willing to let me do it.

The next afternoon I was walking around the park and thought about maybe stopping at Catherine's place. She was an interesting woman and I had enjoyed the brief time we had spent together. As I turned down a parallel street to go to Catherine's, I saw a woman working in her yard. She was about thirty and stood five feet six, slender, with red hair and freckles. I introduced myself and found out her name was Jennifer. 

It seemed that the preferred dress for women in the park was shorts and a T-shirt or a bikini. Jennifer was wearing a T-shirt with a tiny yellow bikini bottom. The bikini was so small that she had to be shaven or at least well trimmed for no hair to be showing. Her legs were toned and had lots of freckles. Her breasts were smallish and only slightly pushed her shirt away from her body. It was obvious that she was braless as her tiny nipples made an impression on the shirt. I wanted to pull the shirt up and see her breasts but, of course, I didn't.

"Not much grows here," I observed.

"Well," she replied. "This is a desert. There's not enough water to grow anything in this sand. I just rake it to have something to do."

"I'm guessing that your husband works on the missile range," I asked.

"Yeah," she answered. "Fred is like all the other men in the park. I guess you are an exception. Last Sunday they said you are a bean counter."




My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 03



I had seen her at the get-together but had not talked with her. I said, "I tally the timesheets and get the company paid for the engineers and techs efforts. I get off early every day."

"That has to be nice," she said. "We don't often see a man around here in the daylight during the week and then there's that thing at the clubhouse on Sundays."

"I saw you there last Sunday but I didn't get a chance to speak to you," I said.

"It's just as well," she replied. "If you think Nancy's husband moved fast, it is because you haven't seen Fred. He's quick to come to my perceived defense. If only he was as quick to help me in other ways."

"Like how," I asked.

"I shouldn't be talking to you about it," she said "All the men around here are the same. I don't know if it's the weather, the sand, or if it's in the water but according to the wives, the men in this park don't make love to their wives. Maurine said that maybe you would screw us."

"What did you think about that?" I asked curiously.

"I'm about ready to find out," she said somberly. "I don't want to give up, yet. I have given it a lot of thought this week and standing here next to you, I'm soaking wet."

"Let's step inside," I suggested.

She turned and led me inside her trailer. Once inside I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She responded in kind. I used my right hand to cup her small titty and using my thumb, I flicked the nipple. Her body trembled and she moaned into my mouth. I realized that I was holding her up. I led us over to the sofa and I pulled her T-shirt up to reveal her tiny breasts. I leaned forward and took her left breast almost all the way into my mouth. I concentrated on the tiny nubbin of a nipple. She continued to tremble and shake. She was moaning loudly. I realized that she was having an orgasm. 

"My God!" she exclaimed. "I must have had a hair trigger or you are magic. I've never done that before. I should have stopped you but I started climaxing when you touched my breast. It felt too good to quit. I'm sorry but we have to stop now. I know it's not fair to you but I don't want to have sex outside of marriage at least not yet."

I had always believed and practiced that no matter how a woman says no she means no but this time was a real test. I had just held a woman while she enjoyed an orgasm that I had given her and then she had said no. I was excited and my cock was standing at attention waiting to spring into action but she had said no. 

"OK," I said a lot calmer than I felt. "I understand and I respect your wishes. Give me a couple of minutes to get under control and I'll be on my way."

"I apologize for putting you through this," she said as if she really meant it and I think she did. "I don't know how many men would have quit when I asked you to stop but I appreciate the fact that you did."

I left Jennifer's trailer and decided to go home. I had not stopped when I was asked because I was some kind of hero. I stopped because it was the right thing to do. My mother had taught me as a boy that maturity was doing what you should do instead of what you want to do. I was really mature that day.

The next couple of days I stayed at home. It was not for any reason. I just felt like it and then it was Sunday. I felt I had met enough of the people in the park that I was obligated to go to the clubhouse. I gathered up my twelve-pac and headed on over. Things proceeded about the same as they had the week before. No one including the women I had gotten to know really talked to me. The guys gathered on one side of the room and began talking technical shop talk. The one difference was that the women were playing music and dancing with each other.

"Guys," I said loud enough that all the men could hear me. "I could stand here and smile when you do but we all know that I don't have a clue as to what you are talking about. With your permission, I'm going to go dance."

The only negativity was the frown on Nancy's husband's face. I made a mental note not to ask Nancy to dance. I picked a woman to start with that was not that pretty but certainly not ugly. She looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was wearing loose clothing so it was difficult to determine what her figure was like. She had not kept herself up but she was not by any means frumpy. I felt I was safe to start with this woman.

I walked over to where she was sitting and asked, "Hi my name is Ken, and would you like to dance?"

"Why sure," she replied. "I'm Maurine and I would love to dance."

I was guessing that this was the woman that Jennifer had talked with me about. This was the woman that had wondered if I would screw the horny wives of the park. The answer to that hypothetical question depends on the woman and what she wants. The music was slow and we danced at arm's length. We were looking into each other's eyes.

"So, how do you like our little community?" Maurine asked.

"I'm getting to know a few people," I replied cautiously. "So far, I like it fine."

"I hear that you have been seen visiting a few trailers in the afternoons while our husbands are at work," she said coming to the point. "Are you helping the horny housewives find a solution to our common problem?"

"I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about," was the best that I could do. I felt like I was being painted into a corner. "Maybe if I knew what the common problem was, I could help."

"This dancing around the issue with clever repartee is a bit more sophisticated than I pretend to be," she said flatly. "I don't really care what you do or don't do with anyone else. All I want to know is if you are willing to fuck me? My husband is over there getting drunk with his macho pals who are all neglecting their wives. It has been about six weeks for me and longer for some of the girls. All of us from time-to-time take it into our own hands. Some of the wives help each other out but all of us want a man to do the job. I won't go as far as saying you are a Godsend but whoever sent you, you are welcome."

I knew I was sealing my fate with this woman who was laying it all on the line when I answered, "Yes, when?"

"I am ready to lay down right here on the floor and fuck in front of this crowd but I guess we should maintain some decorum," she laughingly said. "Are you busy tonight? I'll come over after Pete passes out. It'll be early."

"OK," I agreed. "I do have my own life so for future reference if you come over and the front porch light is on, day or night, I'm busy. It doesn't mean that I'm necessarily having sex. It may just mean that I'm taking a nap but the real meaning is 'Don't disturb'." 

I had to remember to tell each woman who might come over about the light. I danced with about a dozen women that afternoon. Some of which remained nameless. Some introduced themselves. When there were enough women dancing to conceal us from the men, some were aggressive. One woman rubbed the outline of my hard cock for the whole dance. I was very close to coming at the end of the dance. My hard on was not lost on Samantha who rubbed her crotch on it as we danced. When we were over on the side of the floor where the men were, our bodies separated and I tried to keep my back to them to hide my stiff cock. 

Evie apologized for the woman who came over and said I should come back sometime. Jennifer danced at arm's length and looked nervous throughout the dance. Wendy was very natural. We danced at medium distance and talked and laughed very casually. About the only woman I knew there but didn't dance with was Nancy. Our eyes met and she smiled a few times but she would immediately look at her husband to see if he was watching. I wanted her and she knew it and I think she wanted me. If my assumptions were correct, we would have to arrange an assignation at my trailer one afternoon.

I had not danced so much in a long time and had never danced that much in an afternoon. One thing occurred to me during the time at the clubhouse. The women didn't try to hide anything they did from each other only from the men. Most of them seemed willing to do anything. These men might have been geniuses when it came to missiles but they didn't know what they were missing from their wives.

At seven-forty five there was a knock on the door and Maurine walked in. She locked the door and turned on the porch light.

"I don't have to hurry but I don't want to stay away too long," she said.

I walked over to her and leant in to kiss her. She kissed me then said, "I don't want or need romance. I am as horny as hell and need sex bad. Can we get on with it?"

"Come on back to the bedroom," I gave the invitation. "I have no illusion that there is anything but sex going on here but if all you want is a hard cock, go buy a dildo. There are two of us here and I want and need a little tenderness. I'm not trying to steal your love away from Pete but I want to enjoy this too."

While I was talking, Maurine had removed her clothes revealing a beautiful body. Her breasts were on the large side and sagged just a little but looked good. Her nipples stood out from her areoles which were dark, slightly puckered and about the size of silver dollars. I quickly shucked my clothes and put my arms around her. She smiled and put her arms around me pulling me close.

"This does feel good," she admitted. "This is only the second time in my marriage that I've been with a man other than Pete. I worked with the other guy and all he wanted was for me to remove enough clothes so he could put his dick in me and do his thing. He never even saw me naked. I thought that maybe that was the way this adultery thing was done."

"That's not the way we are going to do it," I assured her as I eased her to the bed and urged her to sit down. She lay back on the bed and I lay down next to her. I held her and began playing with her nipples. I kissed her and she slightly opened her mouth. I took this as an invitation and pushed my tongue slowly inside. We dueled with our tongues for a few minutes until I started working my way down her neck to her breasts. I planted little butterfly kisses on her left breast except for her areole and nipple. I moved to her right breast and did the same except I worshiped her areole and nipple with my lips, tongue, and teeth when I reached them. I moved back to the left areole and nipple and repeated the performance. I knew she was enjoying it because of her moaning.

I kissed my way down to her pussy. She had hair there but it was neatly trimmed. I pulled her nether lips open with my thumbs and licked across her vaginal opening and up to her clit. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and began flicking her clit with my tongue. I could feel minor shock waves traveling through Maurine's body so I increased the intensity of both my finger-fucking and my clit licking. The shock waves increased in intensity also until a major orgasm wracked her body. It sounded like she was trying to say something but her words were incomprehensible. It was all I could do the stay connected with her bucking hips but I held on.

As her orgasm subsided, I moved up over her body and slid my rock hard cock into her hot and wet pussy. I pushed all the way into her, slid to the side and back out again. At first it was my rhythm only then slowly Maurine copied my move except that at the very bottom of my stroke she slid sideways in the opposite direction than I slid. It took about five minutes for the shock waves to start and another five minutes for a full orgasm to take her back to sexual bliss. Her pussy walls were milking my cock and I squirted my juices deep within her depths.

We stayed connected for a while enjoying the aftershocks of our sex until my deflated cock was pushed out. I lay down beside her and held her.

"That was what I needed," Maurine said quietly. "You can do that anytime I can get away."

"Do you think this was better than the dance floor would have been this afternoon?" I asked.

"Well, at least here, we don't have to put up with some of the wives getting the vapors," she said laughingly.

The thought crossed my mind that maybe we could go at it one more time but I decided to leave well enough alone. We dressed and kissed tenderly and she was gone. I noticed that she turned off the porch light as she left. I stepped into the shower. After showering and mostly drying, I went out into the hallway still drying my hair. There was a tap on the door and I wrapped the towel around me waist and went to answer it. It was Wendy standing there with a big smile on her face.

I noticed that she was looking at the tent in my towel. No doubt she thought the half-mast cock hanging was for her but in truth, I had been thinking about Maurine and what a good experience our fuck had turned out to be. However, I did not correct Wendy.

Wendy came in and pulled the door closed behind her. She stopped momentarily upon entering and turned on the porch light. How did she know about the porch light? That custom only came into being that afternoon when I was dancing with Maurine. Of course, it might have been a coincidence but it was odd.   

"I thought I'd come by and see you if it is alright," Wendy said.

"Sure," I said as I took her in my arms and kissed her. Her lips parted and soon we were kissing passionately with tongues swirling in each other's mouths. I put my hand under her loose shirt to find that she was braless. I cupped her left breast with my right hand and felt her nipple harden. She pulled my towel loose and took my hard cock in her hand. She was stroking me so very lovingly that if Maurine had not just left, I might have squirting my man juice all over.

As we walked down the hall to my bedroom, we were losing Wendy's clothes. They were strewn from the living room all down the hall. By the time we reached my bedroom, she was naked. She pulled me on top of her and said, "Put it in me."

I did as she asked and found her very well lubricated. We were fucking only in the sense that my hard cock was balls deep in her hot pussy. It wasn't that we were trying to hold still but the only motion of our bodies was from grinding our crotches together. I could feel every pulse in her pussy walls and it felt wonderful. As we stayed together I noticed that the pulses and quivers in her body were coming more often. Her orgasm grew slowly but at its peak, she was milking my cock for all that it was worth. She was coming down when she pushed me over the edge. I erupted deep within her and she must have felt it because her body activity seemed to increase momentarily. We stayed together until my limp dick was pushed out of her body. I lay on the bed beside her holding her in my arms.

"Last time I told you that I didn't come over here for sex," Wendy said. "I did this time. I love having your cock inside of me and feeling you squirt your juices inside of me. Eric still hasn't approached me for sex but I don't care so much anymore."

"What we do is for mutual satisfaction," I replied. "But you must remember that it is just sex."

Although she agreed with me on what we had was just sex, it is easy to get caught up in the emotions generated by the wonderful feelings experienced during sex and think that something else is happening. That would be particularly bad for me in my situation. I was living in a bachelor's paradise and all the women I had the privilege of fucking were married.

"I guess I had better get going," Wendy said as she started to get up.

We collect the trail of her clothes as we went down the hallway. She dressed and I walked her to the door. She turned off the porch light and left. I went back to the shower.

The next afternoon I went for a walk. I intentionally walked past Jennifer's trailer. She was not outside so I proceeded on by. I was just past the front gate when I heard her front door open. I looked and she was standing there in all her red-haired, freckled beauty. She waved her hand and I stopped. After pausing for a moment, I turned and entered her yard. She motioned for me to come to the door.

"I guess it was a good thing that I happened to look out the window when I did," she said. "You were going to pass on by."

"After my last visit, I didn't think that you would want me knocking on your door," I answered.

"I'm really sorry about that day," she apologized. "It happened so quickly but I've thought about it a lot. That's why I was so edgy when we danced yesterday. I wanted to have a chance to talk with you but when you touched me while we were dancing, I was all wet and was afraid I would climax."

"I think that it is about time you did," I said stepping inside and closing the door. "But, it is your decision. I don't believe in trying to force you into doing anything."

"Can we kiss?" she asked as she put her arms around me. 

I slipped my arms around her long slender torso and pulled her toward me. I could feel her tiny hard nipples as she lay against me. I know she could feel my hard cock tenting my shorts. Our open mouths came together and momentarily we were sucking on each other's tongues. She moaned into my mouth encouraging me. 

I took her t-shirt by the both sides of the hem and pulled it upward. Our lips parted to allow her shirt to pass. She then removed my shirt and kicked off her shoes as I kicked off mine. I hooked my thumbs in her bikini bottoms and pushed them down her legs. She hooked her thumbs under my elastic waisted shorts and underwear and slid them down my legs freeing my hard cock. It stood out pointing at her midsection. We stood there for a few moments as if we were mentally recording each other's bodies.

Her body was covered with freckles. It was not the lush body of a Sara from Titusville. It was a streamlined body without an ounce of extra weight. Her breasts were very small but perfectly formed and appealing. I remembered what had happened the last time I had touched them but still I leaned forward and took her left breast in my mouth. Again her body trembled as I led her to the sofa and sat her down. I knelt between her legs and worked on her breasts with my lips, tongue, and slightly with my teeth. She had to have the most sensitive breasts because as I worshiped them, she was having a beautiful orgasm. I had not touched any of her body other than her breasts. She was moaning and she body was shaking. I waited until her orgasm was waning and I started kissing down her body but she stopped me. I thought it was déjà vu but she had other thoughts.

"God, you are magic," she exclaimed. "Let's go into the spare bedroom where we will have more room."

I followed her down the hall and into the bedroom where she sat on the side of the bed. I resumed the relative position I had in the living room and knelt on the carpet between her knees. I raised her knees to my shoulders which pushed her upper body back on the bed. I took a swipe with my tongue that started with her brown pucker and ended with her clit. As my tongue touched her asshole, she began to quiver. Assuming that she was enjoying it, I went back to that area after I finished the swipe. I spent a few minutes there while she moaned and squiggled. I continued up her slit to her vagina and found her to be sopping wet. I pushed two fingers of my right hand into her tight pussy and proceeded to her clit with my tongue.

Her orgasm seemed to have begun when I touched her pucker with my tongue and grew as I finger fucked her pussy and worked her clit, alternating taking it in my lips and licking it with the flat part of my tongue. I put my left arm across her stomach trying to stabilize the bucking of her hips. She was moaning louder and was saying words but I couldn't make them because her thighs were clamping over my ears and releasing them and the fact that she was becoming more unintelligible and slurred in her speech. I stayed with her for quite a while but it seemed that she had reached an orgasmic plateau and was staying there. My jaws were beginning to ache so I eased off on my ministrations and moved her higher upon the bed.




My Life in a Trailer Park Ch. 03



I crawled over her and while resting my weight on my knees and elbows, I slipped my cock into her very tight but very slick pussy. The dance that the muscles in her pussy walls were doing almost pushed me over the edge immediately but I managed to hold on. I worked slowly in and out pressing slightly harder when I was at the bottom of my stroke. I knew that I could never reach the orgasmic highs that Jennifer had already reached but I wanted to extend the pleasure that I was experiencing which I did for a while until she climaxed hard one final time. Her arms and legs clamped around me and her pussy closed around my cock as I involuntarily began to fuck her with longer and harder strokes. Her body was quivering and I don't know if her body was touching the bed anywhere except her shoulders. I t was all that I could take and I pumped all I had into her willing pussy.

Jennifer had the unique ability to fuck with total abandon. Her sexual highs were well above any that I could reach but her apparent satisfaction pushed my enjoyment to a higher level. It was with mixed emotions that I lay there with her in my arms thinking that her husband, Fred, was a fool not to be enjoying her. But then if he did, I couldn't. 

We lay there in the afterglows of our sexual bliss for quite a while. She was so still that I thought she had dozed off but when I moved to get up she spoke.

"That was so wonderful," she said. "I have never experienced it like that before. I was not a virgin when I met Fred. In fact, I had several boy friends in high school and college and had enjoyed sex a lot. I fell in love with Fred and that made sex with him very special but it was never like this."

"You said that it had been a long time and you were in need," I said. "Maybe it was that that made it so special. If we were to be together daily, I would like to think that it would still be good but I doubt if it would stay special."

"You may be right," she said. "But if the drought continues here at home, can we get together again some time?"

"Sure," I replied. "Maybe it could be at my trailer next time."

I dressed, we kissed for a very long time, and I left to go home.

On my walk home, my thoughts were about kissing. Kissing before sex didn't bother me. It was a part of foreplay, as it were, but kissing afterward indicated something more permanent. Kissing after sex was a way of showing an appreciation of each other maybe even emotional feelings. That could be dangerous.

The next afternoon I had to attend a meeting where word came down that overtime had to be better justified. It was still permitted but the reasons for it had to be more clearly stated. This was the first sign that money was getting tight in the industry. The only obvious sign was that Saturdays were cut to eight hours, except for special cases. The consequences for me would be that I had to be more careful on Saturdays because a husband could pop up unexpectedly with little or no notice. A further consequence could be that with the extra time off, they could start having sex with their wives again thus putting me out of business. The engineers and techs were true to their nature and began a new routine of stopping at a tavern on the way home on Saturdays. They arrived home at about the same time as they always had but now they were drunk.

On Wednesday afternoon, I received a telephone call from Nancy. I wondered how she got my phone number but not that much. Her voice in my ear immediately acted as an aphrodisiac and made my dick rock hard. 

"Have you been trying to avoid me?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I pled my innocence. "I've been trying to avoid your husband."

"While he's out there in the desert playing with those phallic symbols trying to get them to work, we could be putting your phallus to good use," she said. "I've been using a vibrator but I need an honest-to-goodness flesh and blood cock deep inside me to do me any good. I'll bet you have a good one don't you?"

"I haven't had any complaints," I replied. "When would you like to get together? It will have to be at my place."

"When would I like to get together?" she repeated. "I would like to have you balls deep in me right now but I have to go over to Alamogordo for a dental appointment. A dental appointment is the only thing harder to get around here than getting laid."

I guess the call was to see if it could happen. I had thought about her ever since I met her briefly at the Sunday get-together at the clubhouse. If the truth was known, she would have been the first woman I would have pursued except for her husband's reactions on the day I met her. I still wondered about the possible repercussions of fucking her.

The next afternoon I left work early because there was little to do and arrived home shortly after two. When I took my walk, I made sure my path would take me by Evie's trailer. I was hoping that she would be outside. I still did not feel comfortable enough to knock on doors uninvited. She was not outside but her front door was open and she was standing just inside looking out. She stepped outside when she saw me and waved me in. She invited me inside where it was cooler in the air conditioning.

Again she was wearing a bikini which hid very little of her charms. She had blond hair cut near shoulder length. To be more descriptive, her hair was more of a dirty blond with generous sun streaks throughout. She was about five three and was well proportioned. Her breasts were supported by the bikini bra which allowed them to move freely. I commented on how good they looked and was delighted by her reaction.

"I very seldom wear this top when I'm outside," she said as she loosened it and let it drop.

All I could say was "Nice." Her breasts were rounded and looked large on her small torso. Her areoles were a little darker than her tan skin. Her nipples stood out begging to be sucked. I sat in a kitchen chair and pulled her into my lap. Her right breast was inches from my lips so I took the nipple into my mouth and began nursing it. My right hand gravitated to the inside of her right thigh where I rubbed in little circles ever nearer to her crotch. In less than two minutes, I was cupping her mound with my right hand.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Evie asked.

"Do you want me to?" I asked in reply.

The only answer I got was a moan and her hands holding my head to her breast. Her bikini bottom had bows on each hip. I pulled the string on her left hip and the cloth fell away from her body so I pulled the string on her right hip. For all practical purposes she was nude. I rubbed my middle finger along her slit and found the wet entrance to her vagina. I slipped my fore and middle fingers inside and used my thumb to manipulate her good sized clitoris. She opened her legs giving me better access.

The front door opened and in walked the other young woman that I had seen in Evie's yard. I continued what I was doing and the woman spoke, "I see you started without me."

The woman removed her bikini and approached us. "Come on in," Evie said to her and then to me, "This is Marty. She lives next door. Do you mind if she joins us"

It was my turn to grunt an answer. Marty knelt on the floor and took Evie's other breast into her mouth. After a few minutes, I felt a hand on my head pulling me away from the breast I was working on. I looked up in time to see Marty's lips closing in on mine. It was a good tongue swapping kiss even though it was unexpected.

"Let's find a bed," Marty said and without conversation, the three of us walked down the short hall to a bedroom.

Marty was a little taller and had short brown hair but otherwise looked a lot like Evie. On the way to the bedroom, I lost my clothes so that when we crawled into bed there were three naked bodies. I was in the middle with Evie on the right and Marty on the left. My rock hard cock was standing up in the middle. The women were exploring my body with their hands and mouths. It was a wonderful feeling. They both ended up with their mouths at my cock. Evie took me in her mouth then Marty took a turn. Marty kissed down my shaft and began licking my balls while Evie was sliding her lips around the head of my dick and moving her head back and forth. I knew that I would not last long like this.

I moved Evie around until she was straddling my face with her blond pussy inches from my lips. I took one of the large pillows and doubled it to prop up my head. I had limited movement so I concentrated on working her large clit. I licked her clit until it came out of hiding then I closed my lips around it and sucked on it while flicking it with my tongue.

Marty had moved to where she was straddling my hips and lower herself onto my cock. Her nether lips enveloped my hard cock and she then slid down my shaft until my entire cock was inside her. She rested momentarily then began hunching me taking time to rub her clit on the top of my dick. She was so tight and hot.

I could not see what Evie and Marty were doing to each other but by the sounds and their body motions, I knew that they were active with each other. Both were moaning and from the sounds, they were sharing sexy, wet kisses. In my mind's eye I knew that they were playing with each other's nipples. This was so very sexy to me that I was on the verge of climaxing but I was trying to maintain so we could finish if not simultaneously, at least close to each other.

Marty started first with her pussy walls quivering. Every part of my cock was being massages and she was getting very vocal. Evie was next. My hands were on her ribs and I felt her tremble as she increased the flow of her juices into my mouth overflowing and running down my neck. All of this pushed me over the edge and I pumped my cum into Marty's tight pussy.

After we came down from our collective sexual highs, we lay for awhile in the afterglow chatting. I commented that outside their obvious different features they looked a lot alike. At first, they acted like it was a coincidence but as I continued to press; they giggled and admitted that they were sisters. Evie was the oldest at twenty-eight and Marty was twenty-seven. They had been each other's first sexual partners starting shortly after puberty and continuing until now. They married men who worked together but knew nothing of this part of their sex life. They had separate and joint affairs both before and after their marriages. They said that I was the first man they had shared since coming to White Sands two years ago. We agreed to get together again.

We were having a good time together. We were playing with each other and I thought we were going to go at it again but somebody noticed the time and the fact they needed time to clean up before their husbands came home. Even though I would have liked to have showered before I put my clothes on I didn't. I dressed and left. On my way home I was thinking about what had just happened. I had just had a threesome with two sisters. That somehow made it a bit more stimulating.

As I was walking a couple of blocks over from Evie and Marty I saw a woman standing at her front gate. She spoke as I approached, "Hi, you must be the new time and payroll man."

"That beats some of the things that I'm called," I said with a smile as I stopped. "I'm Ken. I've been here a couple of weeks."

"I was thinking that I was going to have to go to one of those awful Sunday afternoon get-togethers to get to meet you," she said. "By the way, I'm Ruby."

"I'm thinking about not going anymore myself," I said. "I'm too conspicuous. I can't hang with the men because I don't know what they are talking about and it might be too dangerous to hang with the women."

"Would you like to hang with me some?" 

"I would like nothing better but there is the little matter of the time and your husband," I said.

"He won't be back until Saturday," she replied. "But he'll call in a few minutes."

We made a date for her to visit me at my trailer in about an hour and I made my way home to take a shower. Ruby was about five feet four with sort of large breast that stood straight out. Her flowered shirt lay on top of her breasts and was designed to show cleavage which it did well. Her tanned legs were well displayed in her white short shorts. They were toned but not muscular. She was wearing sandals on her small feet. While we were standing at her front gate, she compared her size sevens to my size fourteen Nikes by placing her foot next to mine. All this was topped with dark blond hair pulled back in a small pony tail.

It was just getting dark when I heard the tap on my door. I had showered and put on a pair of blue shorts and was pulling a red Polo shirt over my head. I padded to the door barefooted and opened it. Ruby stepped in pulling the door closed and locking it. I noticed that before she left the door, she turned on the porch light. The only change she had made in her appearance was that she had let her hair down.

She sat on the couch near the middle and I sat beside her. "Would you like to watch TV or maybe a movie?" I asked.

"Not really," she replied. "Why would think that I would want to do that?"

"Well, hang might mean different things to different people," I said. "I didn't want to jump to the wrong conclusion."

She put one hand on each side of my head and drew me in for a kiss. Her soft lips touched mine and opened enough for her tongue to escape and circle my lips. She chewed briefly on my lower lip and asked, "What conclusion are you coming to now?"

"Come with me," I said as I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

We slowly undressed each other and I really loved the package I was unwrapping. Even without support, her breasts stood out from her chest proudly. They were soft yet firm and were topped by puckered brown areoles. Her nipples rounded out the package. They were a little bigger around than a #2 pencil eraser and stood out from her breasts close to a half inch. Her breasts were close to perfect. They were beautiful and captivating. 

We lay in my bed with our arms around each other, caressing and exploring. We were kissing passionately. I broke the kiss to kiss around her face to her small and delicate left ear. I licked lightly around the perimeter and touched it with my teeth. Her body immediately covered with cold chill bumps. I kissed down the side of her neck to her left breast. I slowly bathed her breast with my tongue with the exception of her areole and nipple. I moved to her right breast and did the same except I included several minutes of worshiping her areole and nipple. Using my lips, tongue, and teeth, I tortured her nipple while she encouraged me with her moans and holding me close. I moved back to the left breast and put my mouth to good use on that nipple. 

I kissed slowly down her body and ringed her bellybutton with my tongue on the way to her hairless pussy except for a small landing strip just above her slit. I lifted her knees above my shoulders and used my tongue to open her pussy lips. I rolled my tongue and tried to invade her vagina but did not get very far. She was tight but very wet. I licked from her asshole to her clit several times. Each time I was rewarded with encouraging sounds and 'Oh yeses.'

I slipped my forefinger into her pussy and worked it around a little before adding my middle finger. After sliding my fingers in and out of her small pussy several times, I concentrated my efforts on her clitoris. I coaxed it out of its protective hood with my tongue and then played with it by flicking it back and forth. As her sounds of appreciation increased, I finger fucked her harder and used my lips, tongue, and teeth on her clit. She had her hands on the back of my head pulling me closer to her. She started rocking her hips but as her orgasm increased, she lost control and bucked her hips wildly. I hung in there with her until her orgasm was passing and my jaws were tired.

I moved up over Ruby and replaced my fingers with my cock. It slid in easily into a tight but very lubricated love canal. I held still and enjoyed the dance of her vaginal muscles. As the muscles slowed down, I began moving. I moved slowly at first but when I began to feel her reaction, I increased speed, stroke length, and thrust. She had a series of orgasms while we were fucking. After several minutes, I joined her in sexual bliss and increased her lubrication.

I lay down beside her and held her. She snuggled into me as we bathed in the afterglow.

"You made that a great experience," I said.

"How so?" she asked.

"First of all, you are beautiful," I replied. "Also I love the way your body reacts with enthusiasm. How long has it been since you've had sex?"

"I know that there are some sex starved women here but I'm not one of them," she said. "Jimmy is a good man and we love each other very much. He always remembers birthdays, anniversaries, and everything. I was the first woman he was ever with sexually and I believe I am the only woman he has had. I thought his shyness and inexperience was cute but he still does it the same as he did it the first time. We have sex two or three times a week and I climax ... sometimes. There's a rumor going around among the women that you are good at making love, as they say. I now know that it is no rumor just factual reporting."

"What we had is not making love," I stated. "It's just sex. It sounds as if we both enjoyed it but it remains just sex. What you and Jimmy have is love. You are building something together and you can together improve your sex life. Get a book on lovemaking and read it together. You can trade things you like for things he likes. You don't have to make it a bartering system. For example: give him a blowjob and then sometime later suggest that he do something for you that you like. Always remember that behaviors that are rewarded tend to be repeated. If he does something that you like, tell him how much you like it and he'll do it again."

I'm not a sex expert but there are basics that most everyone knows. Ruby stayed until about one AM. We talked, dosed, and had sex. Noting that I had to work the next morning, she told me she was leaving but would like to come back sometime. I walked with her to the door. She turned off the porch light and left. I took a quick shower and went to bed.

I was having a great time in White Sands. I had met a lot of women and had a good time with most of them. The only woman that I lusted after and didn't get was Nancy. Studs tells me that I have to find a place to end this chapter and this is as good a place as any. You ask about Nancy. There might be another chapter.