3 comments/ 140705 views/ 10 favorites Trailer Trash By: Ray Dario Edited by Mustang Sally Sam looked up as his pretty wife came into the room. His brows furrowed and his lips pursed together in unconscious concern as he watched her. When they had moved from Denver down to Albuquerque six months ago she had become withdrawn and lonely, spending most of her time on the phone with old friends. He didn't want her to feel isolated or alone in their new home, so he had encouraged her at every opportunity to meet new people and make new friends. It hadn't occurred to him that he wouldn't approve of the friends she made. Her new friend, Mona, was, by his estimation, nothing but trailer trash. She always wore a blouse that guaranteed her big, full breasts would be noticed. Her shorts were always too short and too tight and if she wore a skirt it was always just not quite long enough to hide the delicious curve of her ass cheeks. She had long, bright red hair, obviously dyed, and always wore enough makeup for three women, which was a shame since she had a cute freckled face under the garish mascara and too bright lipstick. Her personality was straight trash too, and that, more than her looks, bothered Sam. He wasn't sure he wanted his shy wife hanging out with a woman like Mona. Although, he had to admit, the last couple of weeks Tisha's normally lackluster performance between the sheets had definitely improved. Sam guessed she was probably getting ideas from some of Mona's wild girl talk. Still, despite the benefits, he didn't like her spending so much time with her trashy new friend. "Now Sam, I'm just going over to Mona's for a couple of hours. I promised I'd help her balance her checkbook. You know she hasn't reconciled in six months! You wouldn't want me to let her get arrested for writing a bad check, would you?" Tisha grinned at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "You're welcome to come with me if you want." "No thanks, Tish." Sam had been to Mona's house twice before, if house was the right term. It was a very small trailer just across the river from Rio Rancho, terminally filthy with dirty dishes, underwear, and sex toys lying all around, and the last time he had been there, he could have sworn he saw cum stains on the carpet. "Okay, well, I shouldn't be too long, but if I don't get back in time for dinner there are some leftovers in the 'fridge." Tisha skipped away from him and headed for the door. For the first time he noticed what she was wearing and almost choked. She really had started picking up some of Mona's bad habits. In place of her normally conservative blouse and blue jeans she was wearing a tight tube top that left no doubt she was not wearing a bra. Her tiny breasts were clearly outlined under the stretchy material and he could even see the small bumps where her nipples stuck out. Below the tube top she wore pair of tight shorts that pulled up around her beautiful slim ass, leaving the bottoms of her cheeks bare. Good thing she was just going to her friend's house and not out to the mall dressed like that. Sam spent the next couple of hours ignoring the TV while he paced back and forth in front of the couch. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his keys and drove over to Mona's place, cursing himself for his own lack of faith in his wife the entire way. His wife's car was parked in Mona's driveway, but behind it, taking up the rest of the driveway, sat a pickup that Sam didn't recognize. Probably some of Mona's friends came over unexpectedly, he thought as searched for a place to park across the small, unpaved street. Because the street was so narrow, he had to park a short block down from Mona's driveway and a big, ugly dog barked at him as he walked back toward the trailer. The dog stopped barking once he passed its domain and he tentatively started to climb the rickety steps up to Mona's front door, trying hard not to break the rotted wood. He was just reaching for the door when a noise from inside the trailer stopped him cold. The loud moan was unmistakable and only one person he knew sounded like that: his wife. He leaned to the side to look into the trailer through the dingy window next to the door and his mouth dropped open. He could see Mona, completely naked, on her knees and bent over sucking the cock of a very nasty looking cowboy. Her wet pussy was pointed straight at Sam and for just a second he stared at the mystical beauty of Mona's gaping hole. Then his eyes flickered to the side. Tisha lay on her back beside Mona. Another cowboy was between her legs pumping his cock into her pussy for all he was worth. Her long black hair was splayed out around her head and her makeup was obviously mussed. Her eyes were closed and she was wailing, loud with each thrust and then softer as her lover withdrew. The man reached up his hand and cupped Tisha's face. "You want it bitch!" he said in a harsh voice. "Yes, fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me good." Sam had never heard Tisha talk like that, but through the thin walls of the trailer it was clear as day and it turned his blood to ice and then set it on fire. "Beg me for it, you slut. Come on, beg me to fill your cunt with my cum." "Yes, oh, oh, oh, yes, please fuck me, please fill me with your cum." Tisha's eyes were wide open now and she stared at the man fucking her. "You are a bad girl, aren't you? You like men to fuck you. Don't you, bitch?" "Oh yes, please fuck me good. Make me fuck you, oh yes!" Tisha was writhing and squirming under him but he held her tightly as he continued to pound his cock into her relentlessly. "Okay bitch, I'm gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked. You ready for my cum bitch?" "Yes, baby, yes, fuck me. Fill my cunt up." Tisha arched her back, thrusting her hips up to meet her lover's cock. Her eyes closed again and she wailed in orgasmic pleasure as she shuddered and writhed on the floor. Sam watched, his hands and knees shaking, as the man between Tisha's legs stiffened and then groaned and obviously came deep into his wife's hole. Sam's mind reeled. He wanted to run away. He wanted to rush in and kill them all. He wanted to scream. Then he realized that his cock was as hard as a rock and right then he wanted to fuck Tisha more than he had in a long time. He wanted to just rush in, push the big cowboy off of her and shove his cock deep into her wet messy slit. But he couldn't. The humiliation of being cheated on kept him from reaching for the door handle. In a fog of confused emotion he stepped back off the small makeshift porch and stumbled back to his car. His eyes burned with tears that wouldn't fall but his heart beat wildly with churning lust. He climbed into the driver's seat and sat there for a long time with the image of his wife getting fucked flashing in front of him. Long minutes passed, Sam wasn't sure just how long, and then a noise made him turn and look toward the trailer. The two big cowboys were leaving. Mona stood in the doorway, still nude, as they both kissed her and one of them said something that made Mona laugh. Then they sauntered over to the pickup and drove off. Mona watched them go and then closed the door. Sam didn't think about what he was doing, he just started his car and followed the pickup. He stayed behind them for a little while and then realized what he was doing. He didn't want a confrontation with them, did he? No, he didn't. Hell, he wasn't even sure he was mad at them. They were probably just two of Mona's raunchy friends. Maybe they didn't even know Tisha was married, not that he thought it would matter to them if they did. Quickly he turned his car onto a side street, leaving them behind. It took him another twenty minutes to get back across the river and to his home up on the hill. Tisha wasn't home yet and Sam was grateful. It gave him time to think about what had happened and how he felt about it. He was angry, yes, but he couldn't get the image of his wife being fucked like that out of his head, and he couldn't deny that he found it very erotic. But she had cheated on him, damn it. But maybe it was the first time, just something that happened, and she would repent and it would never happen again. Or maybe it had been going on for a while. He paced around the house until the sun went down and the house got dark, then he went to the living room and turned on the TV. He was staring at the television, not really seeing it, when he heard his wife's car pull into the garage and then the garage door shut. He waited, nervously tapping his fingers into his palm. The door from the garage opened and his wife came into the house. He stood up and then sat down and then he stood up again. "Sam, I'm home," she called as she entered the living room. Sam turned to face her and put on his best poker face as she came in. "Did you get her checkbook all straightened out?" Sam asked, trying to keep his eyes from sliding down to the cleft between her legs where just a few hours ago a stranger had been pounding his cock. "Yeah. Did you have fun just sitting around the house?" She was acting as if nothing had happened and he felt his blood burning again but then what had he expected? What had he wanted? His mind spun and he opened his mouth to say something but then stopped. He didn't know what he wanted. Maybe he wanted her to confess her infidelity and beg his forgiveness. Maybe he wanted to forget it ever happened. Maybe .... Suddenly something inside him snapped. "Take off your clothes." He said it softly but there was a steel edge to his voice and Tisha's jaw dropped open. "What?" "You heard me. Take off your clothes." "Why?" Tisha put her hands on her hips and faced him. "You want to dress and act like trailer trash, then that's how I'm going to treat you. Now take off your damn clothes, bitch." Sam's voice rose and became harsher and he saw Tisha suck in a sharp breath. "Honey, I, I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it." Tisha's hands slipped off her hips and hung limply at her sides. Her chest heaved with each breath and her mouth hung open just a little. Her eyes were wide and bright with sudden anticipation. "You don't, huh? I think you like it a lot. I think you really are trailer trash. You just didn't know it until you met Mona." Sam walked toward her until barely two feet separated them and he was glaring down at her. "Now take those slutty clothes off before I rip them off you." Sam was almost surprised when Tisha obeyed him, first stepping out of the sandals she was wearing and then pulling her tube top up and off her small breasts. Her nipples were as erect as Sam had ever seen them and again he noticed that her chest heaved with each ragged breath. She dropped the tube top and then hooked her thumbs inside the elastic of her shorts and wiggled her hips to slide them down and off. She had not been wearing panties and now her sex was fully exposed. It was red and swollen, but her light hair was clean and held no hint of the indiscretions Sam had watched earlier. Obviously she had taken the time to clean herself up. "Lie down on the floor," Sam said forcefully and she obeyed him. "Sam, wha, what are you going to do?" Tisha asked. "Shut up, bitch! Do what I tell you." Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide as she lay down on the floor with her legs clenched tightly together. "Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy." She did as he said and spread her legs wide. Her pussy gaped open and even though she had cleaned up, Sam was sure he saw some cum deep up inside her. "What are you going to do?" Tisha asked again, this time with even more of a quiver in her voice. Sam realized she was uncertain, probably afraid of his new attitude and he relented just a little. "I'm going to eat your pussy and then I'm going to fuck you," he said, feeling a rush of power and control that he had never felt before. "Sam? Is everything okay?" Tisha's voice was soft and it faltered as she spoke. "You've never acted this way before." "No, I haven't. But I should have, and this is the way it's going to be from now on." Sam slipped off his shoes and then pulled his shirt off and threw it on the couch. He unbuckled his belt and slacks and stripped them off. Next came his briefs, exposing his jumping cock, and then finally his socks. Standing naked in front of his splayed wife, he grinned for the first time since she had got home. Tisha's eyes were still wide and her breathing was ragged. Sam looked between her legs and saw that her juices were already beginning to seep from her open slit. He knelt between her legs and then lowered his face to her pussy, breathing in her exotic aroma and then pressing his tongue forward to taste her sweet nectar. Her juice had a mild salty flavor he had never tasted before and he realized it was probably her cowboy lover's cum, but he didn't stop. He laved her pussy with his tongue and then gently sucked her labia into his mouth, forcing his tongue between the sweet folds and deep inside her. Tisha gasped when his tongue penetrated her and she began to moan softly and rotate her hips, pressing up against his face as he sucked her. He worked his hands under her firm ass and cupped her cheeks, holding her as he continued to feast upon her sex. She had never been so ready for him, and he had never wanted her so badly, but he continued to lave and suck her as her writhing became wilder and wilder. Then she came. Copious amounts of fluid drenched his face and stained the carpet beneath her. She screamed in primal ecstasy but he did not relent. He drank her fluids and sucked her lips until she ground her clit down into his mouth. "Yes, baby, oh yes, suck my clitty. God Sam, you suck my pussy so good. Oh fuck, yes!" He bit her clit gently between his teeth, letting his tongue flick over it back and forth, teasing it and her and bringing her to the edge of another orgasm. "Oh fuck, fuck me baby, fuck me good baby. I need your cock. Oh please fuck me baby," Tisha gasped as he continued his intense cunnilingus. She reached another orgasm, screaming and writhing beneath his mouth. She jerked and pulled her shoulders up off the carpet, her eyes wide and mouth open. He continued to please her until her climax subsided and then he relented to his own desire. Rising up above her, he grabbed both of her thin arms in one hand, pulling them up above her head and holding them there forcefully. She smiled up at him and then her eyes went wide as he forced his cock deep into her pulsing hole. "Mmm, yes baby, fuck me good. I'm your little slut. Take me, make me fuck you," she moaned as he began to slowly fuck her. "Yes, you are a slut, aren't you? You like fucking, don't you bitch!" he said, his grin dimming into a grim snarl. "Yes, baby, fuck me so good." Tisha was so engrossed in the pleasure he was giving her that she didn't notice the change in his demeanor. "You'll fuck anything, won't you bitch? You'd even fuck another man and not even feel bad about it." That opened Tisha's eyes and she saw his face, contorted with conflicting emotion, hanging over her. Her hips stopped moving and she struggled to free her hands, but he held her tight. "Don't fight me, bitch. You like getting fucked, so I'm fucking you. Fucking you like the little slut you are." Sam's face contorted into an evil grimace and his eyes were wild with a nearly insane glow. He watched the color drain from her face and he reveled in her frightened expression. "No Sam, don't, you're hurting me. Sam what's wrong? You've never been like this before." "I've never caught you fucking around on me before either." Her face went ashen gray and she stopped struggling. He could see her mind working behind her eyes and knew that whatever she said next would be a lie. It was always her first response when cornered. "I've never been unfaithful to you, Sam, you know that." Sam grinned. Yep, he knew his wife. At least now he did. He understood what she had been lacking and now he would give it to her. There might even be some fringe benefits. "You lying slut! I saw you. I went over to Mona's house and saw you fucking that man. Don't lie to me, you slut!" Tisha burst into tears, but he didn't relent, he just kept fucking her, but now he used his free hand to hold her chin and then he kissed her, full on the lips and full of passion. The kiss surprised her, but she returned it tentatively. "So now what?" she asked, feeling a little stupid to be lying there, her husband still fucking her, while she tried to have a conversation with him. "So now you beg me to fuck you like you did him and then I fill your cunt with my cum." He emphasized the word 'my'. She looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes, and realized that he was very turned on by all this. He squeezed her chin again and kissed her, still pumping his cock into her pussy. Tisha retuned his kiss with all the passion she could muster and then began to work her hips, fucking back onto him as he fucked her. The kiss broke and Sam raised himself up slightly and waited. "Beg me, bitch! Beg me to fuck you or I'll stop right now! I'll get up and throw your cheating ass out on the street!" His eyes flashed with anger and his hand tightened on her chin. "No, please don't stop. Fuck me Sam. Fuck me good. I've been such a bad little slut, fuck me good." "That's better, bitch." "Oh Sam, I love you, fuck me so good, fill me up with your cum, oh please cum in my pussy." Sam felt his balls clench and then his shaft swelled and he couldn't hold back any longer. He rammed his cock deep into his wife and felt the first explosion of jism shoot deep into her, and he thrust forward as hard as he could. "Yes, oh yes Sam, put your cum into my pussy. Fuck me good Sam," Tisha wailed as she felt his sperm filling her pussy. It slowly ended and Sam's cock began to soften. He rolled off of her and then sat up, putting his back to the couch for support. He looked at his wife, no longer prim and proper, but now used and slutty, lying on the floor, her legs splayed wide and his cum dripping out of her pussy. "We need to talk," he said. Trailer Trash Damn, if that wasn't the hottest summer I ever lived through. My cold-hearted and frigid wife had left me with nothing but my student loan and my computer. I'm sure I would have had alimony payments if she hadn't run off with her divorce lawyer so soon. The bitch even took the dog. My only consolation was that they had to go to Rome to get the official annulment after the bishop here refused. Oh, well, I've never understood the Catholic sentiment of official sanctification. Without much of anything left I quickly signed up for summer school duty. As an English teacher, my classes would be comprised of those unlucky, uncaring, or slow enough not to pass during the regular school year. The only housing I could afford was at a trailer park three-quarters of a mile from the last stop on the commuter train line. With a crappy trailer home without air-conditioning and a class of unwilling neer-do-wells, I was in for a long, hot summer. I trudged along to the train stop the first day of school with the assorted collection of domestic help headed into the wealthy houses for the day and the few motley students who attended where I taught. The trailer park was in the furthest unmentioned corner of an otherwise wealthy school district. What caught my eye that morning was a mother-daughter team walking with the rest of us. The mother's waitress outfit was just tight enough to give me a vision of a nice medium-sized rack, and when she bent over to pick up a hair-tie to pull her dark hair back into a really cute shaggy pony-tail her bubble butt gave me a shudder in my much self-abused crotch. It wasn't hard to see where her life had traveled: young and wild, young and pregnant, working hard now to make ends meet. The daughter seemed headed the same way, but on second thought, perhaps not. There was something a little calm and calculated about her. She had a nice mane of strawberry-blond hair she spent some time on that morning, a nose ring of defiance and what looked to be the early stage of the nice rack and ass of her mother's ilk. She wore flip-flops with the toes painted an ironic "Trailer-Trash" green, some short shorts which were just short of being too slutty for school but which I knew were going to give her male classmates something to dream about, and one of those clingy tops with spaghetti straps. The mom gave me an interesting look as she parted ways with her daughter at the station. She headed to what I was certain was her place of employment: a fantastic dinner on the highway not far from the station which did a great business: great food, outstanding banana-cream pie. It was popular with everyone from SUV-driving yuppies to the bikers who met there on the weekends. We boarded the train and the girl made an interesting choice in sitting across from me in a double-seat in the corner. I wasn't sure whether I was invading her usual space or whether she was just being bold. She flopped down and closed her eyes in a bored adolescent way. She raised one foot up and placed it on the seat next to me. The pretty foot and painted toes made me have to adjust my growing member as I gave the rest of her a closer look. What gave me more discomfort was what her breasts were doing in the chilly a/c of the train car. I could now tell that she had amazingly big areolae and nipples the size of #2 erasers. Goddamn, if those aren't big turn-ons for me. Both those lovely dark areolae just barely discernable through her tight top and huge nipples were hardening. If only those shapely legs would adjust a little more I would be able to see up those short shorts. Oh, well, I just smiled, enjoyed the glances and feigned looking out the window when she looked up during the trip. Of course, I found out later she was assigned to my class. She smiled slyly as she took a seat in the middle of the class - not too close or too far. I learned she was very smart and that due to some personality conflict with what I knew to be an old prick of a faculty member she had failed last year. She was eighteen and should have graduated at the end of the year. It was going to be a challenge to bring her out, if I could. Due to her financial status and grades last year, Laura was assigned a mandatory tutor funded by the state. Oh, yes, I said that it would be no problem for me to take on that duty. At the end of the day I informed Laura of this and despite her insistence and my agreement that she probably did not need such services, she agreed to introduce me to her mother that night so I could inform her as well. The thought of that waitress' ass made my heart skip. Laura shuffled off to her summer dance company practice while I got down to grading the class' first day's work. We met later at the train stop, and I got some more ganders at those tits, ass, and feet as we talked amicably on the way home. Laura's mother, Elaine, while extremely pleasant to look at in her cut-off T-shirt, shorts, and bare feet was none too pleased with the news. A proud, independent woman who had raised her daughter without any help was refusing any form of what smacked to be charity. As I struggled to salvage the situation, I offered a deal: my tutoring in exchange for dinners and my trailer cleaned once a week. She looked at me askance, and I began to explain my current personal situation. She wanted to hear more before she agreed, so I told her the rest as Laura and she cooked dinner for me. Elaine's t-shirt became damp with sweat, and I could see that Laura's dark areolae and nipples came from her mother. Elaine's dark complexion made her nipples even darker than Laura's; that t-shirt definitely left everything bare. I couldn't blame her; it was fucking hot. While Laura's coloring ran into the reds and pinks, Elaine's was pure black-Irish. Her icy-blue eyes and black hair were riveting. As she bent over to put a plat in front of me I got a great look at those beautiful tits swinging and dangling. She paused, caught me looking, and simply smiled. I blushed and looked away. No one mentioned anything. I breathed a little easier. After the meal, I suggested that Laura come back to my trailer to start with the tutoring while Elaine got some rest. Back in my trailer, we worked for a few minutes on an essay I had assigned. Laura was resisting any help when I cut her a deal: she cooperates with me for a little while, I help her become what I thought might be a helluva writer, and then, for the rest of the tutoring hour she could surf the net, instant message her heart out, or do whatever. I had managed to have the cable modem installed in a trailer-park - what a coup! The installer thought I was nuts. Laura couldn't wait to take advantage. My porn files are quite extensive, and they had been getting a lot of use lately. I never thought to hide them beyond nesting them into a couple of innocuous folders. I just assumed Laura would chat away. But I began to notice over a couple of days that the history in my browser showed some porn sites I didn't remember visiting. But who can remember them all? I found some open folders of picts, mpegs, and erotica open I swore I had closed. I didn't give this much thought until I noticed Laura seemed to be showing me her ass a lot more during our sessions. Once she even put her feet in my lap and asked for a foot rub. And her t-shirts were now usually white and tight. Oh, boy. I could almost swear her mother was doing the same thing. Her cleaning sessions were killing me. Her ass in the air as she scrubbed the floor made me adjust my cock to a straight-up position to avoid any further uncomfortable glances. Dinners, because of the extreme heat, became a minimal-clothing affair. Even I was wearing only shorts and a loose t-shirt. It all came to a head one night during the "free" half of our session when Laura begged me to let her show off her dance routine. I said, "ok," and she began to take off her shorts. I quickly stopped her, but she replied that she couldn’t do the moves in shorts. "I have my bathing suit on underneath. What did you think you were getting?" She said. I let the question alone. She quickly shed her shorts and t-shirt. Oh, goddamn, I was in trouble. The bathing suit was a thong. I sat back and tried to hide my erection and my purient interest in my hot-as-hell student. My cock was like stone. She preformed the hottest number I've seen short of a strip club. There were moves I definitely knew couldn't be in any school-sponsored dance company act. The finale had her shoving her ass toward me, grabbing an ass cheek, and looking back coyly over her shoulder at me. She had grabbed on cheek and pulled so hard that her ass spread open really far. That, coupled with her slightly bent-over position, revealed her beautiful butthole as her thong ran to one side. Holy Christ, I was in heaven. Her cute puckered asshole, so pink and lovely was meer feet from me. I could swear I saw it pulse open and close as she breathed deeply from her exercise. I quickly ended the session and ushered her out so I could jack off like I had been doing every night since I met her and her mother. The next evening was a scorcher. It was Friday, and Laura had dinner over at a friend's. Elaine and I were on our own. Elaine was just wearing a long t-shirt which just covered the essentials. She explained it was just so fucking hot; she usually went naked. She suggested I take off my shirt, and I complied. We had a nice dinner. Then, as Elaine was cleaning up, she mentioned that she had heard that I had seen Laura's dance routine. I looked down and said, "Oh, yeah." I dreaded this conversation. Elaine replied with a knowing smile, "It's a hot one, isn't it?" I was taken aback, but Elaine explained that she used to dance in a strip bar in her youth. She had, at Laura's request, shown her a few moves. Elaine then turned and did the same ass-grabbing move which ended her daughter's routine. My cock had the same rock-hard reaction. Elaine's move did reveal that she, indeed, had nothing on under her long t-shirt. I could see that much in the single candle we had lit to spare us the heat of any light bulbs. Her asshole looked every bit as beautiful albeit darker as her daughter's. Elaine said, "You don't know what kind of effect you've had on us girls." I mumbled something about the effect they'd had on me. Elaine replied, "I know. I've seen that computer light on pretty late. Are you looking at dirty pictures and whacking off?" Before I could sputter a response, Elaine added, "I've probably going to have to work a few double-shifts to pay for all the batteries Laura and I have been going through the past few weeks." "Batteries?" I inquired. "For our vibrators, silly." My jaw was on the floor. Elaine continued, "I've been very open with Laura about sex and sexuality. I feel if she can pleasure herself, she won't seek out pleasure from any asshole with a prick like I did. We've got lots of toys, and she knows how to use them all. I'm surprised you haven't heard the humming from your trailer." "Well… I've been busy with my own pursuits," I confessed liking the new honesty but not knowing where the hell this was going. "I was never fulfilled in my marriage. I had to hide the porn, We rarely had sex, and even then it was quick, clean, and boring. I'm pretty wild and like to experiment and try out different things." I thought that I should reciprocate her honesty, but if I thought this would dissuade her from continuing, boy, was I wrong. "Oh, yes, I know. Laura's told me everything," Elaine stated smugly. "What?!" I exclaimed. I couldn't imagine where we were headed. Elaine stood up and pulled the t-shirt over her head revealing that gorgeous body to me all shiny with sweat. Her pubic patch was pitch back with a good amount of hair just like the girls in those Swedish Erotic films from the '70's. I nearly fainted. "What would you like to do first? Would you like to tit-fuck me and come on my face?" She smiled and let that one sink in a little before continuing. "Or, how about a foot job?" She placed her foot and painted toes (the same "trailer-trash green by the way) right on my cock. "Or…" she spun around and grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled showing me her butthole in all its glory, "would you like to shove that cock up my ass?" Laura had indeed been all through my porn files. All my fetishes, kinks, and proclivities had been laid bare. I said, "How about 'e' all of the above? But first, I'd like to get a close look at your gorgeous pussy and eat you out. Come over hear and sit on the table." Elaine smiled and sat on the table right in front of me gently raising up her legs and placing her feet gently on either side of my head. I had a beautiful view of everything from her asshole to her big clit. She had a great patch of unshaven black hair and a clit which could be considered a small penis. I went right for it. I sucked on that great clit for all I was worth running a finger in and out of her cunt. After she was well on her way to cumming, I worked another finger into her tight little asshole. As soon as that finger was in, I stuck another up her poop shoot. She was moaning to beat the band, but as soon as I put that second finger in her ass she screamed out loud cumming like a banshee. She finally pushed my head away she was shaking so hard. She dropped to her knees between my legs and said, "Let me get a look at this cock… It's beautiful," she exclaimed as she pulled it out and immediately started licking and sucking. Damn could she suck a cock! She worked the shaft, the balls, the head with her tongue and hands. He head began to bob up and down while one hand worked the rest of my shaft. Her other hand, meanwhile, was working on my asshole. This drove me crazy. After a few minutes, she put my cock between her tits and started tit-fucking while talking real dirty. "Goddamn, I want you to fuck me silly. Fuck my tits and cum all over them. Cum all over my face. I want to feel your hot cum all over me. I want to taste you and rub your cum all over my face and tits. I want you to fuck me in all my holes. I want you in my pussy and my ass. I want you everywhere. Cum, please, cum." Here eyes were wild as she begged for my seed. Well, I didn't last long at all. I sprayed her tits and face just like she wanted. She gladly took it all. The first stream was huge and hit her tits and splattered all over. She raised my shaft up to her face and the next shots hit her nose and mouth. She stuck out her tongue and caught the next few spurts rubbing my cock all over her face. The cum just kept flowing from my cock, and she just kept moaning and rubbing it all over her face and tits. After cleaning me with her mouth and hands like a greedy cum slut, Elaine went to a drawer and got out some toys. "Go to town buddy. I want you to fuck the shit out of me," she ordered. I grabbed a vibe and a set of ass beads and set her on the table. I began by shoving the ass beads into her rectum. With her ass packed, I began assaulting her cunt and clit with the vibe. She was back to moaning hard when my cock sprang back to life. I stood up and shoved my cock into her pussy as she lay on the table. She took the vibe and kept the pressure on her clit as my cock ran in an out of her tight, warm pussy. I took her leg and lowered her foot to my mouth and began to suck her toes. She started to shake and quiver. She came long and hard. I reached down and pulled out the ass beads one at a time. Elaine screamed like there was no tomorrow. She calmed down just enough to shout, "Shove that beautiful cock up my ass." Well, who could refuse? She walked to the rear of the trailer to her bed and stuck her ass in the air. "Fuck me in my ass," she said as she pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her butthole. It gaped slightly as it waited anxiously for my cock to penetrate. I lubed up and stuck my head in a little then pulled it out to see the effect. Her butthole gaped a little further, and Elaine moaned. I played this way for a little before slowly entering her ass. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her face on a pillow. Her black hair was plastered in sweaty-slick strands against her white skin. Her eyes were so blue in the dim light as she moaned a soft, deep "Yesssss." We were about five minutes into this amazing ass fuck when I looked up towards the front of the trailer only to see Laura staring intently and unabashed at our tableau. Her mother was moaning with each stroke, and I though I heard Laura softly moan when her mother sighed, "Oh, yes, fuck my ass." Laura quietly stood in the shadows watching the show. I could just see that she had hitched up her short skirt. The short, rapid arm movements I could see let me know there was a third person in the trailer in the throws of pleasure. That hot little number was masturbating as she watched me fuck her mother's ass. I couldn't hold back any longer and yelled out loud as I poured spurt after spurt of cum into Elaine's bowels. She was moaning and cumming herself. Her spincter was contracting like mad which sent new waves of pleasure through me. I was exhausted and fell asleep as my cock slowly oozed out of her ass. When I awoke, Elaine had gone to work the busy and lucrative Saturday morning shift and Laura was busy cooking eggs for my breakfast dressed only in an apron. Her beautiful tits were sticking out the sides and I could see as she danced back and forth from the stove to the table that she had not shaved the light red hair from underneath her arms. "Get up and eat, silly. You are going to need your strength." Trailer Trash Billy Joe Parker hears a vehicle pull up outside the beat up old trailer where he lives with his daddy. He looks out the window and sees Sally Mae Struthers getting out of her pick-up truck. She's wearing a pair of tight shorts and a cotton top that stretches across her ample tits. Billy Joe hasn't seen her in a long time and is pleasantly surprised by the unexpected visit. He walks out to say hello. "Hey Sally Mae." Billy Joe's eyes scan her body. "It sure is good to see you. What you doing here?" "Hey Billy Joe. Momma sent me to fetch your daddy. He was supposed to come by an fix the stove. Mamma cain't cook." "Well your mamma is shit outta luck," Billy Joe tells her. "He didn't come home last night - probably in town drunk on his ass. But since you here come on inside an have a beer. I ain't seen you in a long time." "I cain't do that Billy Joe. I ain't supposed to drink cause I'm only 19, and mamma would kill me if she knew I went inside a house alone with a boy." "You 19 already?" Billy Joe asks with a surprised look on his face. "No wonder you look so grown up." "I am," she says proudly. "I'm gonna graduate from high school next year. I might even go to college." "You always was real smart. Why don't you come on inside just for a little," argues Billy Joe taking her arm and moving her towards the trailer. "You're gonna hurt my feelings if you don't pay me a proper visit and tell me what you been up to." "Well, I guess it won't hurt." Sally Mae says stepping up into the doorway. "But just for a little bit cause I gotta be getting back." Sally Mae doesn't let on how excited she is to be with him. Like most of the girls in school, she had a major crush on him even though he was several years older. Billy Joe opens the door and lets Sally Mae go first so he can admire her firm ass swaying back and forth against the tight shorts she is wearing. She takes a seat on the couch while Billy Joe opens the refrigerator. "You sure grew up since we was in school together, Sally Mae. You was just a kid when I dropped out to help daddy, but now your titties are almost as big as your mommas, and you got a real fine ass." "Don't you be talking trash to me or I'm gonna leave," Sally Mae warns him with pursed lips. "I'm not like those girls you used to go out with in high school." "I'm sorry, Sally Mae. I just couldn't help but notice, that's all. Here's your beer. It sure is good seeing you again." Billy Joe lifts his can to her as a toast. Sally Mae touches his can with hers and then takes several long sips. Billy Joe sits next to her on the couch. "It's good to see you too Billy Joe," she replies. "It's been a long time. I figured you'd be married by now to that girl you was with all the time... what was her name?" "Pammy Lee? She went west to get in the movies. Someone told me she was making them x-rated kind. I know from personal experience that she'd be awfully good at it. She could suck a peanut off the bottom of a coke bottle." "Now stop talking like that Billy Joe. I don't wanna know about that kinda stuff." "You trying to tell me you ain't never been with a boy?" He asks. "A pretty girl like you?" "What I do with boys is none a your business." "I guess it ain't none a my business," Billy Joe agrees. "Can I ask if you got a steady fellow?" "Not really," she says taking several more swigs of her beer. "Ever since my step-daddy disappeared momma don't like boys to hang around. I go out with Bobby Ray sometimes after school but she don't know about it." "I guess I cain't blame her, Sally Mae. As pretty as you are boys would be beating down your door." Sally Mae quickly drains the rest of her beer out of nervousness. Billy Joe stands and gets her another. She takes several deep gulps. She is not used to drinking alcohol and begins to feel a little lightheaded and tipsy. "You really think I'm pretty?" Sally Mae asks. "As pretty as a picture," Billy Joe tells her. "You look good enough to eat, and I mean that in a nice way so don't go getting all mad at me." Sally Mae smiles and takes another sip. Her nipples feel like they are going to burst from all the attention he is giving her. She looks up at him with her big blue eyes. "How about you Billy Joe, you seeing anyone special?" "Not really. Remember Mary Jo? I poked her a few times. Same with Betty Ann. It ain't nothing regular." Sally Mae hits Billy Joe on the arm. "I wasn't asking about your sex life. Sides, I don't believe you cause I know both of them got married and dropped out of school." "Well, Sally Mae, that means they ain't virgins, right? I guess their hubbies ain't taking care a business at home. Once they sampled Mr. Big they was hooked." Sally Mae turns red at this remark but doesn't say anything. She downs her second beer practically chugging it. The alcohol has her head spinning. She stands and puts her hand on a chair for balance. "I gotta pee. Then I best be going before momma gets mad." "So soon? Have another beer first," Billy Joe pleads. "I don't want you to leave just yet now that we're gettin to know each other." Sally Mae really doesn't want to leave either. She likes all the attention she is getting from Billy Joe. He's older and better looking than the immature boys at her school. She decides to stay a little longer. "I guess I could have one more for I go." Sally Mae staggers to the bathroom while Billy Joe gets her another beer. She returns and sits down on the couch sipping nervously from the can. Billy Joe sits next to her. He puts his arm around her pulling her closer. She lays her head on his shoulder and looks up at him with her bright blue eyes. He takes the can from her hand and puts it on the end table. "Can I kiss you, Sally Mae?" Billy Joe asks moving his face closer to hers. "It would be an honor if you would let me." She tilts her head. Their lips meet. She opens her mouth and feels Billy Joe push his tongue into it. He moves his hand up to her breast and squeezes it through the top she is wearing. Sally Mae pulls his hand away without breaking the kiss. Billy Joe moves his hand over her breast again and gently caresses it. "I don't think I ought to be letting you do that, Billy Joe," Sally Mae tells him in a whisper as she pulls her lips from his. She doesn't move his hand. "You might go tell. I got a reputation you know." He finds her hard nipple and pinches it through her top. Sally Mae gasps. "I wouldn't tell, Sally Mae. It's just between us. Nobody'll know, I promise." "You best not tell Billy Joe. If momma finds out she'll kill me -- an you too." The kiss resumes. Sally Mae's nipple feels like it is going to burst under the gentle caress of his fingers. Billy Joe slides his hand down and pulls up her top. He reaches into her bra and squeezes the naked flesh of her soft breast. "I don't know, Billy Joe," she tells him pulling his hand away. "Maybe we best stop. I told you I ain't that kind a girl. You can't just have your way with me like you did with them girls in high school." "I know that Sally Mae. We're not doing nothing but foolin around a little. Besides, you you let Bobby Ray touch you like that." "I never said I let Bobby Ray touch me," protests Sally Mae indignantly. "Sides, it was different with him cause he took me out on a proper date." "Then I promise to take you on a proper date, Sally Mae." "Really?" Sally Mae replies a little too enthusiastically. "You promise." "I promise." Billy Joe kisses Sally Mae and slips his hand under her top. This time she lets him. He unsnaps her bra. Sally Mae lifts her arm and puts it around his neck. His fingers knead the naked flesh of her soft melons and pinch her swollen nipples. Sally Mae gasps. He pussy is tingling and seeping into her panties. Billy Joe slides his lips down to her neck and nibbles on the sensitive skin. "Mmmmmm... Billy Joe, you getting me all excited," she purrs. Billy Joe lifts her top higher. Sally Mae puts her arms in the air so he can remove it along with her bra. Her oversized melons bounce freely on her chest. Billy Joe sits back to take in the view. He stares at her two perfectly formed tits capped by large brown swollen nipples with tips poking out like erasers. "Them are mighty fine titties Sally Mae." Billy Joe's reaches out with his big hand to squeeze the naked flesh. His thumb rubs across her sensitive nipple. Sally Mae's head is still spinning from the beer. She likes what he was doing but knows it is wrong to let him. "You... you promise to take me on a proper date, Billy Joe?" "Of course Sally Mae." "When we gonna go on our date?" She asks biting her lower lip. "Real soon, Sally Mae. Maybe this weekend," Billy Joe assures her. He lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth. "Oooohhh... Billy Joe... what're you doing to me... oh gawd..." Billy Joe rakes his teeth across her nipple and swirls his tongue over the tip. He pinches her other nipple with his fingers. Sally Mae's head is spinning. "Mmmmmmmmm... oh lord..." Sally Mae runs her fingers through his hair. She is moaning from the sensations surging through her body. She has her eyes closed. Her breathing becomes erratic. Jolts of pleasure shoot straight from her nipples to her pussy. Billy Joe lowers his hand down between her legs and presses his fingers into the crotch of her shorts. "Noooo," she protests putting her hand on his arm without pulling it away. "Not there." He doesn't move his hand. His fingers dig into her pussy through her shorts. Billy Joe kisses up to her neck. Sally Mae slowly moves her thighs apart and moans. Despite her protest she finds her body pushing back against his fingers. Billy Joe pushes a tongue into her ear. Sally Mae's gasps and moans are faster and more erratic. An explosion rips through her pussy. "Oh... oh... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh... uuunnnggghhhhh..." Sally Mae twists and squirms against his fingers. Juices gush from her pussy and soak her panties. Billy Joe continues to dig his fingers into her quivering sex. She finally pulls his arm away. She curls up with her back to him. Her body is still shaking. Billy Joe uses this opportunity to unfasten his jeans and pull out his hard cock. "Sally Mae, I think it's time to introduce you to Mr. Big." When he pushes down his jeans, Billy Joe's throbbing eight inch cock springs free and pokes up from his lap. Sally Mae turns to see what he is talking about. Her eyes get big. "Wha... what're you doing Billy Joe. Ohmygod, put that thing away right now." "You seen one before, I know, but not one like this. I can tell it likes you plenty. You can touch it if you want." Billy Joe takes her hand and wraps her fingers around the hard flesh of his cock holding them in place with his own hand. " Wha... stop that, Billy Joe. I didn't say I wanted to touch it. I told you to put it away." Despite her words Sally Mae finds herself staring at his cock. She keeps her hand wrapped around the hard flesh. "That feels good Sally Mae," Billy Joe tells her encouragingly. "Now move your hand up and down like this. Yeah... just like that." Billy Joe takes his hand from hers. Sally Mae continues to slowly stroke him with her eyes fixed on his cock. "You promise you ain't gonna tell nobody Billy Joe?" "Course not Sally Mae. Try doing it faster." "And you promise to take me on a proper date?" "Of course, Sally Mae. How many times do I have to tell you?" Staring intently at his cock, Sally Mae pumps her hand up and down his shaft. Her tits are bouncing on her chest with each stroke. Her eyes remain fixed on his cock. She strokes him faster and faster. Billy Joe puts his hand on the back of her neck and forces her head down towards his throbbing member. Sally Mae tries to resist but he is too strong. "Stop that Billy Joe. I ain't that kinda girl. I... ggaaaahhhh..." Billy Joe forces his cock between her lips and into her mouth. He holds her head down while he fucks it in and out. Slowly he feels her resistance fade. "That's it Sally Mae. Just let it slide between your lips and use your tongue..." " Gggggghhhhh... mmmmmpppphhhhh... sssllluuuuuuuppppp..." He lets go of her head. Sally Mae wraps her fingers around his shaft and continues to aggressively suck his cock. "Oooohhh yeah... you done this before, hadn't you? Oooohhhhhhhh..." "Ssssuup...ssssuup... sssuup... ggggggrrrrrraaahhhhh... sssshhhuuuppp... mmmmmpppphhhh... sssuup... sssuup..." Sally Mae finally pulls away from his thrusting cock. Spit drools from her lips and down her chin. "Don't you go shooting in my mouth Billy Joe." "Course not Sally Mae. What kind a person do you think I am anyway?" Billy Joe pushes her head down. Sally Mae eagerly swallows his cock using her lips and tongue to caress the ridges and veins of his hard flesh. "Oh god... you do that better than Pammy Lee or anyone. See if you can take it deeper." "Shluuup... gggggggaaaahhhhhh... mmmmpppphhhh..." Billy Joe grabs her head and rams his cock up into her mouth faster and faster. He feels his balls shrink and his cock swell. He is unable to stop the impending explosion. "Oh gawd... aaaaawwwww... Sally Mae... I cain't stop it... AAAARRRGGGGGGHHHH..." Cum explodes from his cock and fills her mouth. Sally Mae pulls away and gets splattered all over her face and tits by several more powerful spurts. When he is drained Sally Mae looks up at him angrily with cum dripping down her face and drooling from her lips. "Shit, Billy Joe, look what you done. You promised you wasn't gonna shoot in my mouth." "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it Sally Mae," Billy Joe says with a grin on his face. "Not the way you was doing me. I couldn't hold back." "Well I don't think it's funny," Sally Mae says with a scowl. "Anyhow, I gotta clean up an get going for momma wonders what happened to me." Sally Mae goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. A girl with cum splattered all over her face and tits is staring back at her. For some unexplained reason she can feel a powerful tingling between her legs. She puts a hand into her shorts and slides a finger along the moist gash of her pussy. Sucking Billy Joe has turned her on something awful. She needs to get off but decides to wait until she is home. It will be safer that way, she thinks to herself. After Sally Mae cleans up she realizes that her bra and top are still in the other room. She puts a hand towel across her tits to cover them and opens the bathroom door. Billy Joe is standing by the couch stark naked. He is holding her top and bra in his hand with a smirk on his face. This gets her angry. "Give them to me, Billy Joe. Right now. And for Christ's sake put some clothes on." Her tone was stern but her words were still slurred from the beer. "Aw, Sally Mae, I hope you ain't mad at me. I would never forgive myself if I made you hate me. The fact is, Sally Mae, I really like you." His words soften her resolve. The fact is she likes him too despite what happened. She looks at him with tender eyes. "I don't hate you, Billy Joe," she says moving closer, "But I really do need to be getting home. Can I have my top back?" "Let me have one more look at them fine titties before you go. Please, Sally Mae." She frowns and drops the towel. Billy Joe's eyes feast on her magnificent beauties. His cock begins to grow. Sally Mae glances down quickly and then back up. "There. Now I gotta go." "Turn around first," he begs of her with pleading eyes. "Let me get one final look at your back side. You're so beautiful. I want to remember every part of you." "You're too much, Billy Joe," she says in an exasperated voice. His flattery has softened her resolve. "I'll do it but then I'm going for sure." She turns around. Billy Joe looks down and sees her firm ass cheeks stretching the white shorts she is wearing. "That is one fine lookin ass, Sally Mae. But you gotta you bend over so I can get a better look. Do that for me and then you can go." "I don't know what has gotten into you, Billy Joe," she complains while putting her hands on the table and tilting her ass in the air. Showing him her body like this is a turn-on. Sally Mae feels her pussy tingle and her nipples swell. Billy Joe steps forward and squeezes one of her rounded cheeks with his hand. "I didn't say you could touch," Sally Mae protests. She brushes his hand away. "It was just a little love squeeze," replies Billy Joe moving in behind her and wrapping his hands around her waist. Sally Mae feels his cock press against her cheeks. Two hands move up her stomach and cover her naked breasts. He sinks his teeth into the side of her neck. Sally Mae gasps. "You got to stop, Billy Joe,' she whispers. Her trembling body betrays her real desire. "Momma's waiting." Billy Joe slides a hand down her stomach and slips it under the waist of her shorts. His fingers push into her panties and across the thick curls covering her mound until they reach the searing folds of her pussy. He rubs a fingertip across her clit. "No," she moans putting a hand on his arm. "We cain't. Momma's... Oooohhhhh." Two fingers curl up and into her hot pussy. Sally Mae moans and throws her head back. He bites down lightly on her neck and slowly fucks her with his fingers. "You sure do got a hot pussy, Sally Mae," he whispers into her ear an pushes his tongue in it. His fingers go faster and faster. Sally Mae is breathing hard in a series of gasps and moans. Juices are seeping from her pussy. Suddenly he removes his fingers from her body. Sally Mae is confused. Billy Joe quickly yanks down her shorts and panties and bends her over the table. Before she knows what is happening his cock slides between her cheeks and sinks deep into her pussy. "Oh... oh gawd... uuuunnngggghhhhh... aaaahhhhhh..." Billy Joe reaches around and squeezes her big tits while his cock hammers her in hard and deep strokes. Sally Mae moans and squeals with pleasure. The pressure in her belly is incredible. Her head is spinning and her legs are shaking. The explosion hits hard sending her to places she has never been. "UUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH... OOOOOHHH..." "Aw fuck, Sally Mae, I can feel your juices squirtin all over me." "Uh... uh... oh... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH..... Billy Joe pulls his cock out of Sally Mae's quivering body and walks over to the couch where he sits. Sally Mae is still sprawled over the table whimpering and breathing hard. She can feel pussy juice trickling down her thighs. "How about you come over here, Sally Mae, and climb on top." Sally Mae pushes up from the table and looks over to Billy Joe with glazed eyes. Her shorts and panties are still bunched around her knees. "You promise you ain't gonna tell no one, right?" Sally Mae asks again. Her pussy feels empty. She knows she wants more. "Cause if momma ever found out she'd kill us both." "Course I won't tell no one Sally Mae. This is between you and me. Now climb on up here." Billy Joe waves his hard cock which is poking up from his lap. Sally Mae steps out of her shorts and panties. She moves over to the couch where she straddles him with her knees. Billy Joe guides his swollen cock to her dripping pussy. She lowers herself until she can feel his hard meat sink deep into her cunt. Billy Joe grabs her ass cheeks and slams up into her. She lifts up and impales her pussy on his cock again and again. "Ooooohhhhhh... oh gawd... mmmmmmmmmm..." "Ride that big hard cock, Sally Mae," Billy Joe shouts just before he sucks a nipple into his mouth. "Ung, ung, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh... oh gawd... I, I, aaaaahhhhhhh..." Billy Joe flips her onto her back and mounts her from the top driving his cock straight down into her pussy on each thrust. Her heels slam repeatedly into his ass cheeks trying to draw him deeper. Another orgasm explodes through her pussy drenching his cock and balls. Her fingers claw at his back almost drawing blood. Trailer Trash "UUUUUNNNGGGGGHHHHH... OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH..." "Aw fuck Sally Mae... I think I'm gonna cum." Billy Joe pounds his cock into her cunt hard and deep again and again sending Sally Mae into another series of convulsions. He feels his balls shrink and his cock swell. "Aw fuuuuck... here it cums Sally Mae... AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH..." Hot cum sprays into Sally Mae's quivering cunt in spurt after spurt until it is leaking from her pussy and dripping down his balls. When he is drained he collapses on top of her. Sally Mae finally recovers from her orgasm and wiggles out from under Billy Joe. She stands next to the couch with cum running down her legs and dripping onto the floor. "Shit Billy Joe. You went an shot your stuff inside me. Now I might get pregnant. What you gonna do then?" "You ain't gonna get pregnant Sally Mae," Billy Joe assures her. "We only done it once." "You don't know that," she pouts. "Anyhow, I got to be going. Momma's already gonna be steaming mad for me being late and for not showing up with your daddy." "Don't worry about it Sally Mae. You tell your momma that I'll come over in the morning an fix her stove. Then you an I can go for a ride in my truck." "I ain't gonna be back from school til after lunch," she tells him while pulling on her panties. "Can you wait til then?" Sally Mae finishes dressing while Billy Joe sits naked on the couch with his wilting cock lying on one of his thighs and still oozing cum. "Don't worry Sally Mae. I'll wait til you get home even if I finish early. This time I'll take you on a proper date for we fuck." "Don't go thinkin I'm gonna let you do that again Billy Joe. You best behave tomorrow, particularly in front a momma, and besides, she ain't going to let you take me anywhere." "You just leave that to me, Sally Mae. I sure am glad you stopped by today." "I guess I'm glad I stopped by too. See you tomorrow Billy Joe." Chapter 2 The next morning Billy Joe knocks on the door of Sally Mae's house. Mrs. Struthers greets him wearing a loose blue dress and an apron. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes makes her look young and innocent. Billy Joe glances at her ample tits when she opens the door. "Hi there. Sally Mae didn't say nothin bout a big sister. Your momma around? I'm here to fix the stove." "You must be Billy Joe Parker," she says laughing. "I'm Susie Jean Struthers. Sally Mae is my daughter." "Ain't no way. You're too young to be a momma." "Why thank you Billy Joe. That's right kind a you. Come on in an I'll show you the stove." Billy Joe takes off his shirt to work. Susie Jean can't help but notice his rippling muscles and well toned body. She feels a tingling in her loins that she knows is wrong but she can't help. It has been a long time since she had a man. Billy Joe works hard until he is finished. Susie Jean fetches him a glass of water. "It should work fine now Mrs. Struthers," he explains. "I fixed that loose shelf in the oven too. Here, come see." Mrs. Struthers bends over to look into the oven. Billy Joe steps behind her and bends over to point out his workmanship pressing against the soft ass cheeks. He rubs against her as he is explaining what he did. She stays bent over the stove and closes her eyes to contain the pleasure that is surging through her body. She can feel her her pussy leaking into her panties. "It looks good, Billy Joe," she says trying to sound normal. "Thank you." Before she can stand Billy Joe reaches around her body. His hands move up her body and squeeze her full tits. "You shouldn't be touching me like that Billy Joe," she says in a wispy voice. "It just ain't right. Besides, Sally Mae might come home from school anytime now." Despite her words she makes no effort to move away from Billy Joe. He crushes her tits with his hands and presses his hardening cock into the cheeks of her ass. She stands upright. Billy Joe sinks his teeth into her neck and kisses his way up to her ear. "Mrs. Struthers, I know you ain't got no man around the house and a pretty woman like you must get lonely at night. If I can help in any way it would be a pleasure." She makes no attempt to pull away. Billy Joe's lowers a hand and presses it into her pussy through the dress. He feels her ass slowly grinding back against his hard cock. "I don't know Billy Joe," she gasps. "I'm... uh... too old for you." "I don't think so Mrs. Struthers. I'm a man and I think you need a man." Billy Joe presses the back of her neck until she puts out her arms and props her weight against the stove. He lifts her dress and pulls her panties to the side. He already has his cock out of his pants. He guides it to her already wet folds. "Billy Joe, we... we shouldn't be doing this." He shoves and feels her pussy split open. His cock slides deep into her body. "Oh god... uuuuuhhhhhh..." He slams into her pussy again and again. Susie Jean Struthers gasps and tilts her ass into the air to meet his thrusts. "Aw gawd... Mrs Struthers, you sure do have a hot pussy. Oh fuuuck." "Uh, uh, uh... aaaaahhhhh... nnnnggghhh... aw fuuuck... oooohhhhhh." Susie Jean's gasps and moans are out of control. Billy Joe pulls her dress down her shoulders and unsnaps her bra. His hands knead the naked flesh of her tits while he continues to pound her pussy. "Aw fuck... oh shit... aahhhh... Mrs Struthers..." "Mmmpppphhhhh... ungh, ungh, ungh... aaaahhhhhh... aw gawd... nnnn..." Billy Joe grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back. His cock drives deep into her pussy. His balls bounce off her clit. "I cain't believe that pussy a yours is so tight after all them babies." "Uh... uh... I... uh." She can't get the words out. "Oh fuuuck... mmmmm...oh gawd... UUNNGGHHH..." Susie Jean explodes. Billy Joe continues to hammer her until she explodes again. He pulls out and pushes her to her knees shoving his dripping cock between her lips. She eagerly swallows it into her hungry mouth. "Mmmmpphhhh... ssssthuuup... ssssthuuuup... nnnggggghhhhhh..." She takes him deep until her lips are pressed against his pubes. Spit is drooling from her chin. "Jesus, Mrs. Struthers, you got the whole thing in your mouth." "Ggggggghhhhh... gggggaaaaaaggghhh... mmmmrrrpppphhhh..." "Aw fuck, Mrs. Struthers... I cain't hold back anymore... AAARRRGGGHHHH..." Hot cum explodes into her mouth. Billy Joe grunts and shoots more cum into her until it is drooling from her lips. When he is finished he pulls his cock from her mouth. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Struthers," Billy Joe apologizes. "I didn't mean to shoot in your mouth." It's okay, Billy Joe," she mumbles while wiping her lips. "I don't mind the taste of a man. Do you like the taste of a woman?" Susie Jean pulls off her panties and sits on the couch. She pulls her legs into the air. Billy Joe looks at her hairy pussy with the folds of her hot cunt peeking out through the dark curls. He slides over between her legs and lowers his face to her waiting sex. His mouth opens over her swollen mound. Billy Joe pushes his tongue into her steamy hole. "Aw fuuuck... oooohhhh... yes... aaahhhhhhh..." "Sluuuuurrrrpppp... ssssssssppppppp... shhhllluuuuuppppp..." Susie Jean grabs his head and humps his face. Billy Joe pushes two fingers up her cunt and flicks his tongue over her clit. Susie Jean explodes into his mouth. She squirms and bucks against his face. A second orgasm sends another gush of pussy juice into Billy Joe's mouth. She finally pushes him away to catch her breath. "Jesus, Billy Joe, where'd you learn to do that?" "I don't know, Mrs. Struthers," he says wiping his mouth. "I guess I just like the taste of a woman. I get excited doing it. Looky here, I'm all hard again." "Sit down on the couch and I'll take care of it, Billy Joe. Sides, I need something inside me after that." Billy Joe sits on the couch to pull off his pants and shirt. Sally Jean removes her dress and panties. She straddles him with her knees, guides his cock to her pussy lips and slowly impales herself on his hard meat. "Ahhhhhhh," she moans, "It feels so good inside my pussy... uuuhhhhhh... fuck me Billy Joe... fuck me real good." "Your pussy is so hot Mrs. Struthers... aw fuuuuccckkk..." Susie Jean pulls Billy Joe's face into her bouncing tits while she rides him, lifting up his entire length and slamming her ass down until she feels his cock spear deep into her belly. Billy Joe finds a nipple and bites down on it. "NNNNNNNNNNNNN... oh, oh.... UUUNNNGGGHH..." "Mrs. Struthers, I can feel your stuff dripping from my balls. Holy shit." "NNNNNNGGGGHHHH... AAAAHHHHHH... OOOHHHHHHHH..." Susie Jean falls off him onto the couch breathing hard. Billy Joe climbs on top, rolls her legs back and drives his cock deep into her cunt. Her screams of pleasure pierce the air. "Fuck me... fuck me... aaaahhhh... uh, uh, uh... oh god... fuck me..." Billy Joe pounds into her again and again. She has another orgasm and then another. Billy Joe can feel cum building in his balls. "Aw Jeeez... I'm gonna shoot... UUUUHHHH... AAAAHHHH..." Hot cum explodes from Billy Joe's cock and pumps into her pussy until she is overflowing. Susie Jean thrashes and squirms beneath him while her feet flail wildly in the air and her fingernails dig into the flesh of his back. They finish sweaty and exhausted clinging to each other with Billy Joe still inside her. He feels her pussy clench his cock in several post-orgasmic spasms. "Holy shit, Mrs. Struthers, you almost sucked the life outta me. I think I shot a gallon a cum into your pussy." "I can feel it inside me. I hope I don't get pregnant. I don't need no more babies." "You mean you ain't on nothin?" Billy Joe asks with a surprised look on his face. "Well I ain't been with a man in a long time, but I sure do miss it. You gonna come around more often? I got things that need a fixin." Billy Joe pulls his cock from her pussy releasing a flood of cum and pussy juice that makes a large wet stain on the couch. "I reckon I could stop over in the mornings before the kids get home from school. Course people might get to talking." "It don't matter to me Billy Joe," she tells him while picking up her clothes. "I need what you got more than I need my reputation. We best get dressed now before Sally Mae and the kids get home." "Speaking of Sally Mae, Mrs. Struthers, I was wondering if she could come with me to Jimmy Bob's farm and help me feed and water the horses this afternoon. She was telling me yesterday how much she loves horses." "Why that'd be real kind of you Billy Joe," she replies. "Sally Mae would be tickled." "I can guarantee you she's going to be gushing with excitement." Chapter 3 "So where we really going?" Asks Sally Mae as she climbs into his truck. "You'll see. I got something special planned." Sally Mae slides next to him on the bench seat and babbles nervously while trying to guess where they are going. He just drives until they reach a dirt road out in the country. He turns and goes a few hundred yards finally stopping the truck underneath a large oak tree. "Why're we stopping here, Billy Joe?" "So I can be alone with you, Sally Mae." "But I thought we was going on a proper date," Sally Mae protests. "I thought we was going to the movies or something." "We don't have time to go to the movies," explains Billy Joe. "You told your momma that you'd be back to help fix dinner. This way we can be together. I'll take you to the movies some other time." A tear runs down Sally Mae's cheek. "You told me you was gonna take me on a proper date." "And I will Sally Mae. We just don't have time right now. Don't you wanna be with me? I thought after yesterday we had something special. Don't you like me?" "It ain't that," sobs Sally Mae wiping the tears from her eyes. "It just don't seem right. I feel like you're using me." "I'm not using you, Sally Mae. I like you. I wanna kiss you and hold you and make you feel good. That's what people do when they like each other." Billy Joe slides his hand under her t-shirt and caresses her right tit. With his other hand he reaches up her back and unsnaps her bra. His fingers knead the soft flesh and hard nipple. Sally Mae sits there sobbing but does nothing to stop him. "I... I told you I wasn't gonna let you do me again like yesterday," Sally Mae mumbles between sobs. "I ain't that kinda girl." "I know, Sally Mae. I respect you. I do. I know you're a good girl." He leans over and kisses her on the lips. His hand continues to squeeze her oversized melons and tweak her nipples. Despite her protest Sally Mae feels her body respond to his touch. She opens her mouth and kisses him back. Billy Joe kisses down her neck nibbling on the soft skin. "You think I'm pretty, Billy Joe?" She purrs. "You're not just pretty, Sally Mae," Billy Joe tells her while moving her hand over the bulge in his jeans. "You're beautiful. Any man would be proud to be with you" His flattery works. Sally Mae begins to rub his hard length with her hand. Billy Joe shoves his tongue into her ear and tugs on her nipple. "Take it out," he whispers. "Please." Sally Mae tries to unzip him but finds it difficult. Billy Joe reaches down to help while they are kissing. He unbuckles his jeans. Sally Mae reaches into his briefs and wraps her hand around his swollen cock pulling it free. She strokes him with slow steady pumps of her fist. "Oh god, Sally Mae, that feels real good. It would feel even better if you put it in your mouth. Would you do that for me?" "You're not going to shoot in my mouth like you did yesterday are you?" She asks looking down at his cock with her mouth poised only inches above it. "Of course not, Sally Mae." Billy Joe pushes down on the back of her neck. Her lips move over his swollen knob as his cock slides into her hot wet mouth. "Mmmmmmppphhh... shluuurrp... thuup... thuuuup...gggggghhhhhhh..." "Oh gawd, Sally Mae. You do that sooo good. Ooohhh yeah." "Sluuuuup... you taste a little funny," Sally Mae says pulling her lips from his cock, "Like maybe you been with someone else." "That's crazy, Sally Mae," Billy Joe adamantly denies. "When would I have the time to be with someone else? I was at your house fixing the stove all morning. Ask your momma. It's probably just sweat from working so hard." Billy Joe pushes her mouth back over his cock. He holds her head and fucks it up between her lips. "Ggggghhhhhhhh... aaaarrrgggghhhhh... mmmmmppphhh... ggggghhhhhh..." "Ahhhhhhh... oh fuuck... shit... you're doing good Sally Mae... ooohhhhhh..." Billy Joe holds her head and pushes into her throat. She gags and begins to struggle for air. He lets her up briefly as spit drools from her lips and then shoves his cock into her mouth. "Gggggggggaaaaahhhh... shluuuuup... ggggrrrraaahhh..." "Gawd, I gotta get my cock in your pussy for I explode, Sally Mae," he says pulling her drooling lips from his cock. "I don't know about that, Billy Joe," Sally Mae says wiping the spit from her lips and chin. "I told you I wasn't gonna let you do me like yesterday." In truth her pussy is on fire. When Billy Joe unsnaps her jeans she lifts up from the seat so he can pull them down. He continues to yank on them until her jeans and panties are down by her knees. He slides his hand between her legs and fingers her pussy. "Sally Mae, you know I wouldn't do nothing to hurt you, but this is special just between you and me. Don't it feel special to you too?" His fingers dig into her pussy. She moans and humps her pussy against him. When he finally pulls his fingers from her dripping cunt her pussy is about to explode. Everything is spinning out of control. Sally Mae is vaguely aware of Billy Joe pulling her up onto her knees until she is leaning over the back of the seat with her ass towards the front. Billy Joe wedges in behind her and slides his cock between her cheeks until he feels it part her juicy folds. "I don't know," Sally Mae says protesting while she climbs onto the seat. "What you doing back there Billy Joe?" Sally Mae protests weakly. "I told you I ain't that kind a... nnnngggghhh..." Sally Mae gasps when his hard cock sinks into her body. "Aw fuck Sally Mae... aaahhhhh... you got such a hot and tight little pussy. I just love fucking you... oh shit..." "Uh, uh, uh... ooooohhhhhhh... oh gawd... uh, I... uuuunnnggghhhh..." Sally Mae's pussy explodes. Billy Joe hammers her hard. She screams. Another orgasm ripples through her body. Billy Joe licks his forefinger and presses it against her sphincter. When he shoves it up her ass a third series of orgasms sends her into orbit. "Let's get outta the truck so we got more room," says Billy Joe pulling his cock from her dripping pussy. "I gotta blanket we can use." "I cain't believe you shoved a finger up my butt, Billy Joe. What'd you go and do that for?" "Seems to me you liked it," Billy Joe tells her. He opens the door to get out. "You was screaming pretty loud when I did it." "I didn't say it didn't feel good," Sally Mae says sitting on the seat and wiggling out of her jeans and panties. "It just seemed kind a weird, that's all. No one's ever done that to me before." "I got something else I bet no one has done that I know you'll like," Billy Joe tells her. "Ever had a boy lick your pussy?" "No, cain't say I have. You sure you want to lick me there, Billy Joe? It's all gooey." "I sure do, Sally Mae. I just love the taste of a woman." Billy Joe spreads the blanket and has Sally Mae get on her back with her legs spread and her knees propped in the air. He crawls between them until his face is only inches from her pussy. "Mmmmmmm... you smell real good Sally Mae. I cain't wait to eat me some hair pie. You're gonna like this a whole lot." "I don't..." she starts to say. Billy Joe clamps his lips around her swollen pussy and shoves his tongue into her steamy cunt. "Oooohhhh... uuuhhhh... oh god... aaaahhhhh... uuummmppphhh..." "Sluuuuppp... shliiippp... mmmmpppphhhh... shluuuuurrrpppp..." Billy Joe's mouth and tongue attack her pussy sucking and slurping the nectar from her juicy peach. He shoves two fingers up her cunt and twists them around while sucking on her clit. Sally Mae squirms against his face. Her moans get steadily stronger. When he senses she is close her shoves a finger up her ass for the second time. "Oh god... oh god... AAAAAAHHHHHHH... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH..." "Sluuuup...sluuuuup... ssssspppppp..." Billy Joe licks the cream oozing from her cunt. He keeps his finger in her ass and nibbles on her clit until her body is twisting and thrashing with another orgasm. She is still recovering when he slides up her body and thrusts his cock deep into her pussy pushing her knees back by her shoulders. Almost immediately she is in the throes of another orgasm that goes on and on while he pounds his cock into her cunt. "AAAAHHHHHH... OOOOOHHHHHH... oh god... oh god... uh, uh, uh... AAAHHHHHHHH... UUUUNNNGGHHHH... ooooohhhhh..." "Oh gawd... aaaaaawwwwww... I'm gonna cum... oh sheeeeeeiiittttt..." Billy Joe quickly pulls out and kneels above Sally Mae. He aims his cock at her tits. The first jets splash across her large globes drenching them with white cream. The second shot is high and lands on her face. He continues to pump cum over her face and tits until he is drained. "Why'd you go and shoot all over me like that," Sally Mae says in an angry voice as she sits up. "Damn you. Now I'm a real mess." "I'm sorry, Sally Mae, but you told me not to shoot in your pussy." "I guess I did," she replies wiping cum from her face, "But you could a aimed somewhere else." "I won't do it again. How about we take a break and have a few beers. I got a cooler full a cold ones in the back of the truck." Trailer Trash "I guess," Sally Mae says still wiping cum off her body. "I am pretty thirsty." Sally Mae practically chugs the first beer. Billy Joe hands her a second which she also downs before he has finished his first. She gets up and goes behind the tree to pee. Billy Joe hands her a third beer. He tips his can to hers. "I sure do like being with you, Sally Mae. Bottoms up." "I like being with you too, Billy Joe," she slurs and drains her third beer. "You want me to do you in the butt Sally Mae. I think you'll like it since you liked my finger up your butt. It'd feel even better with something bigger." "It would?" Sally Mae says slurring her words with a groggy look in her eyes. "I think I drunk too much beer, Billy Joe." She is feeling no pain. Billy Joe rolls Sally Mae onto her stomach and picks up a tube of lubrication from the blanket. He put it there in anticipation of fucking Sally Mae in the ass. He squirts some on her asshole and pushes his finger inside to spread it. Then he squirts it all over his cock. "Wha... what you doing?" Sally Mae asks. "What's that wet stuff?" "Just relax Sally Mae. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass." "Oh," Sally Mae responds. "You mean in my butt?" "That's right," he tells her. "You're gonna like it. You just gotta relax." "I don't know, Billy Joe," she replies in a slurred voice. "I ain't never done it that way." "Don't worry, Sally Mae. This is special between you and me. I ain't never done this with no one," he lies. "Oh. Okay," she mumbles. Billy Joe pushes her legs apart and climbs onto her back. He guides his cock between her cheeks pressing the swollen knob of his cock against her tiny brown sphincter. He pushes hard and suddenly the head pops through. Sally Mae shrieks. "Aaahhh... wait... stop. It's too big. It ain't gonna go in." "Just relax Sally Mae." He pushes deeper driving another two inches into here bowels. "Uunnghhh... oh god... stop... it ain't gonna fit." "I said to relax Sally Mae," Billy Joe tells her pushing his cock even further up her ass. "It won't hurt if you relax." Two more inches disappear up her ass and then another two until finally his whole cock has disappeared. He holds it deep inside her without moving until he is sure she has adjusted. Very slowly he begins to move in and out stopping each time she tenses. "Mmmmmmm... I did it, Billy Joe," she tells him with a drunken slur. "I took it up my butt." "You sure did Sally Mae. You're getting butt fucked." "I'm getting butt fucked," she mimicks. Billy Joe moves faster and faster as she adjusts to his cock. He slips his hand between Sally Mae's legs and fingers her clit while he fucks her ass. Her gasps and moans steadily increase. His thrusts are harder and deeper. His fingers dig inside her pussy looking for that special spot under her pelvic bone. He finds it. "Aaaahhh... oh gawd... what's happenin... uh, uh... UUUUNNNGHHHHH..." Sally Mae screams and twists below him. Billy Joe pumps his cock into her ass again and again driving her to new heights of pleasure. Her screams finally turn to whimpers. Billy Joe collapses on her back with his cock still buried deep in her bowels. "You were right Billy Joe. I liked that a whole lot. I can still feel you in me. It feels hard." "It is hard. You want some more, Sally Mae?" "I reckon I do, Billy Joe." Billy Joe begins to move his cock. With Sally Mae lying flat he is able to drive straight down into her body on each thrust. She lifts her ass to meet him driving it even deeper. Sally Mae moves a hand between her legs and rubs her pussy. Moments later she jerks and squeals from another orgasm. "Let's try a different position," suggests Billy Joe pulling his cock from her ass. "Get on your back and pull your legs behind your head." She complies. Sally Mae is pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit. Billy Joe's cock hammers her ass again and again and again until she is shaking uncontrollably. They get onto their sides. He slides behind her and shoves his cock back into her ass. She cums again. He pushes her leg into the air and straddles her other leg which is lying on the blanket. He hammers her ass hard and fast. "Aw sheeiit... I'm gonna shoot in your ass Sally Mae... uh... aaarrggghhh..." Sally Mae feels his hot cum fill her bowels. Her fingers fly across her clit as he is pumping his seed into her body. She begins to shake. A scream pierces the air and then another. Billy Joe finally falls away while Sally Mae rolls onto her stomach to catch her breath. "I guess we best be getting you back home," says Billy Joe, "Before your momma gets worried about us." "I guess," says Sally Mae sitting up. "But that's the last time I'm gonna let you do me like that until we've been on a proper date." "How about I take you on a date this weekend, Sally Mae." "Really, Billy Joe?" Sally Mae says as her eyes get big. "I cain't wait. Where you gonna take me?" "Someplace real special, Sally Mae. I promise." Trailer Trash There was no other way to put it: Heather was horny as hell. Since her husband had run off with that 20-year-old slut hair dresser from Charlotte six months ago, she had been left with three young children living in a 10-year old doublewide trailer, a 6-year old Pontiac, and a dead-end job as a nurses' assistant at the free clinic in town. On the rare occasions that she could afford a babysitter, she'd go out with the girls for a few drinks. But, she never seemed to meet any decent guys at the bars, and even if she did meet a great guy, was she supposed to bring him back to a trailer full of sleeping children? "Fuck," she thought, "I'm never going to get laid." Heather stepped out of the tiny shower and eyed herself in the mirror. "Not bad," she thought while admiring herself. At 32-years-old, she was still looking good despite being the mother of three kids. Her breasts were much larger than when she was younger, but they still looked okay. They only slightly sagged when she stood naturally, and when she put her arms up to wrap the towel around her wet hair, they actually looked pretty damn good. She had large nipples, and when excited, they were almost as big as a cigar butt. Her hair was its natural dark brown and fell to her mid-back. At work she wore it in a ponytail high on the back of her head. When she had been married to that asshole, she kept her pussy completely shaved because he liked it that way, but since she was sure she was never going to get laid again, she had let her pubic hair grow back in and kept it trimmed nice and short using the electric beard trimmer the asshole had left behind when we ran off with miss fancy hair dresser bitch, whore, cunt, slut. She laughed at herself. "A little angry, huh Heather?" She now had a thick, trim triangle of dark pubic hair kept neat so she could wear a bathing suit...that is if she ever got the chance to wear a bikini again. She turned around and looked at her shapely round ass in the mirror. Her hips were wider than before she had kids, but she still didn't have a lot of excess fat on her butt. She slapped her own butt and watched the tissue jiggle for just a second and settle back in. She noted with satisfaction that there was not an ounce of cellulite anywhere to be seen and liked the look of the wide hips forming a nice teardrop appearance with her full cheeks. "At least the gym at the free clinic is a nice bonus." She pulled an oversized T-shirt over her head without bothering to put on panties, and walked out of the bathroom. She looked in on the kids, who slept in two bedrooms on the north end of the trailer. They were sound asleep, so she walked through the kitchen, poured herself a glass of white zinfandel, and plopped down in the oversized recliner the asshole used to claim as his 'man thrown.' She started leafing through a magazine when she suddenly realized that she was staring at an advertisement for men's jeans. The model was shirtless and his body was ripped. "Fuck. I need to get laid," she whispered to herself as she threw the magazine down on the coffee table and headed to the master bedroom located on the south side of the trailer. Since she was the only adult in the trailer, she still didn't feel comfortable sleeping naked in case she was called out of bed quickly, but her naked bottom gave her quick access to her horny vagina. Her nightly ritual involved a glass of wine, a small quiet vibrator, and visions of Tony, the stud 20-something who lived in the trailer next to her's, doing all kinds of naughty things to her in her fantasies as she masturbated herself to sleep. ~~~ The triage nurse looked around the corner and yelled, "Heather! Please escort Mr. Martinez here to room 16. Dr. Johnson will see him next." Heather smiled wearily at Mr. Martinez since she was 12 hours into her 16-hour shift on Wednesday night. She had agreed to work back-to-back shifts so that she could trade with another nurses' assistant therefore getting a three-day weekend. She reminded herself, "Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday OFF!" After escorting Mr. Martinez, she returned to the nurses' lounge and plopped down into one of the recliners along the wall. "Girl," LaToya Washington, RN said, "you look like a bag of smashed assholes!" "Thanks," Heather said as sarcastically as she could muster. "I'm exhausted. I'm really looking forward to three days off this weekend." LaToya and another nurse exchanged glances and said, "Three days off! Let's go out Friday night!" All the nurses in the lounge quickly agreed and started making plans. Although Heather was exhausted and her knee jerk reaction was to beg off, she thought that she would have plenty of time to catch up on sleep on Friday morning, and a night out with the girls was just what she needed. "I'll have to get a babysitter, but count me in assuming I get can find one on such short notice." She walked across the hall into the nurses' locker room because she knew it would be quiet at this time in the evening between shift changes. She pulled her cell phone from her frock, called up her babysitter's cell phone number and hit dial. After a couple of rings, Stacey answered the phone. Stacey was her next door neighbor and the older sister of Tony, the 20-something who formed the basis of her nightly masturbatory fantasies. "Hello." "Stacey, this is Heather. Would you be available Friday night to watch the kids for me? I've been invited to go out with my friends. I won't be out too late." "Heather. Hey. Sorry, no. I'm not available. I have a date on Friday. But, my brother may be free. Should I ask him? He's standing right here." Heather was immediately unsure. She had never used a male babysitter and frankly she was worried about the possibilities. Then she started thinking about all of the very naughty things that Tony had done to her in her fantasies. After a few seconds pause she asked, "Tony?" "No, Heather, my youngest brother, Paul. He still goes to Central High School. He'll be graduating at the end of this year." Heather didn't say anything for several seconds while she thought about it. She liked Paul, but had not really thought too much about him. Paul was very quiet and very much unlike Tony. She was sure Tony would end up in construction on some manly blue collar job, whereas Paul was studious, with a quiet demeanor. He seemed to be very shy around her every time she said hello to him in the yard. She made up her mind. "Yeah, Paul would be great. Please ask him if he's available on Friday night, say around 7 o'clock." She heard Stacey place her hand over the phone while she spoke with Paul. "He says he'd love to help out." "Great! Thanks for your help, Stacey. You're a lifesaver. Please tell Paul thank you for me." After she hung up the phone she went back to the lounge to tell the girls she was a go for Friday night. ~~~ Heather really wasn't sure what to wear. She was standing in front of her mirror in a lacey black bra and panty set looking at her bed, which was covered with clothes. She looked down the hall and saw that the older child was doing a pretty good job of watching the other two. After a lot of changing and evaluating, she finally decided that the little black dress was perfect. She put on a pair of reasonable pumps, and applied just the right amount of makeup. "There," she said to the image of the pretty lady looking back towards her from the mirror, "I look nice." She looked at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it was 6:55. Right on time she heard a knock on the door. She yelled to the kids, "Wait! I'll get the door. It's probably your babysitter, Paul." When she opened the door, Paul took her in from the top of her head to the pretty feet in her black pumps. He immediately blushed, lowered his eyes and said, "Ms. Lease, you look very pretty." Heather smiled broadly and said, "Thank you, Paul. That is very nice of you to say. Come on in." He almost stumbled over himself trying to avoid eye contact with her as he came into the living room. "Kids, you know Paul from next door." Heather walked through the living room leading Paul into the kitchen. "Okay, Paul, bedtime is at 9 o'clock. They're going to try and talk you into letting them stay up, but I really don't want them cranky tomorrow, so please make sure they go to bed on time. I've left $40 here on the counter for you to order pizza. The kids all like cheese pizza only, and you order a large of whatever you like. I can always eat it for lunch if you don't finish it. They've already had their baths. Any questions?" Paul shook his head and then suddenly realized he did have a question. "Can I please have your cell number in case there is an emergency?" "Oh, right. I left my number right there by the phone. Call if you need anything. Please." Paul smiled at Heather and said, "We'll be fine. I've brought some homework to do, so stay out as late as you want." With that, Heather headed out for her date night with the girls. As usual, she had a good time with the girls, and several guys bought her drinks, but they all seemed a little too fast, like a one night stand was the most she could expect. She had seriously considered bringing one of them home for a quick fuck, but in the end she decided against it. I mean, was that really appropriate behavior for a mother of three? Around midnight the girls broke up the party and Heather climbed behind the wheel of her trusty old Pontiac. She'd had several glasses of wine, but she felt alright to drive. But as she started home, she realized that driving was actually a pretty bad idea because she was feeling a little buzzed. She was relieved when she pulled into her trailer park without an incident. She put the car in park, turned off the key and sat in the car thinking about the night, which necessarily led to her thinking about her life. She stared at the trailer and thought, "Will it ever get better?" After feeling sorry for herself a few minutes more, she climbed out of the car and up the stairs to the trailer. She quietly let herself in, and all was quiet. She looked over at Paul who was asleep on the couch, an Organic Chemistry textbook on his chest and his glasses lying off to the side of his face. "Poor guy," she thought. She left him sleeping on the couch and walked back to the kids' rooms to check on them. They were all fast asleep, so she pulled the doors to their rooms shut and walked back into the kitchen. From the kitchen she could see the living room. She slipped off her pumps, poured herself another glass of wine, and walked into the living room, plopping down in the recliner. She looked over at Paul's relaxed face and thought he looked like a little angel. Then she noticed that he had a raging hard on tenting his shorts, and that thing looked huge! "Holy fuck," she thought, "what in the world is he dreaming about and what in the world is he packing under there?" Her very under-appreciated pussy immediately notified her that her thoughts were turning from angelic to downright demonic. "What the fuck am I thinking? I can't seduce my teenage babysitter." At that moment, Paul stirred, looked around, and saw Heather sitting in the chair. "Sorry," he said yawning and sitting up, pulling his glasses back into place, "I must have dropped off. How long have you been here?" "No worries, sweetie," she said smiling at him, "I just got home." Paul suddenly realized that he had a hard on, so he grabbed a pillow and put it in his lap. "Maybe she didn't notice," he thought, but he felt a blush coming to his cheeks. Heather had clearly seen the pillow go to his lap, and she watched as his cheeks became ruby red. "Sweetie, you don't need to be embarrassed. We cannot control our dreams and what happened to you is perfectly natural." Paul was mortified! He'd been dreaming of Heather, but there was no way in hell he could tell her that. He'd never been with a girl, or even kissed a girl other than his mom and sister on their cheeks. The dream had been vivid, and he was lucky he had not had another wet dream like the one he had had just two nights ago. "Come on, Paul, we're both adults. Wait? You are an adult, right? How old are you?" Paul couldn't meet Heather's eyes, and mumbled, "I turned 18 last month." "Wow," she said very sweetly, "you are very shy, aren't you?" Paul didn't say anything, but kept staring at the floor. Heather put her glass of wine on the end table, got up from her chair, and sat down next to Paul on the couch. She could see that he was very nervous. She gently took him by the chin and raised his face to look into his eyes. "Relax, baby. Really, it's alright. Breathe." She reached down and removed the pillow from his lap, and then took his right hand into her hands. Paul was able to hold her gaze for a few seconds. He noticed she had very pretty hazel eyes and a really cute nose. She smiled at him and he thought, "Her teeth are perfect. She has a very pretty smile." But, then he became self-conscious and looked back down at her hand holding his hand. "Paul. Paul. Look at me." He did as she asked. "You're a very nice looking young man and," she looked down at the text book he'd placed on the coffee table, "you're obviously smart, too. But, you're so shy. Do you have a girlfriend?" Paul again looked down at their hands before he answered, "No, ma'am. I'm not very good with girls." "I see," she said smiling. "You really seem to lack confidence." He looked up into her eyes and said, "Yes, ma'am, I do. I just don't know anything about girls. Tony is always giving me a hard time about it, too." He quickly looked back down at his lap. "Hmm. I see." She paused for several seconds making up her mind. "Paul, would you like to learn how to kiss a girl? Would that help you out?" He looked up quickly with wide eyes. "Do you mean kiss you?" His voice was a bit higher than before. "Well, yes, if you think it would be helpful." "Ah, okay, yes...I think...I mean, I'd like...no, ah..." "Calm down, sweetie," she said smiling broadly. "Take a breath." She reached up and removed his glasses and set them on the textbook. Then, she leaned in toward him and he puckered up like he was going to kiss his grandmother. "Okay, first lesson...relax your lips. Look at my lips. See?" He relaxed his lips but was self-conscious and had no idea what he was doing. She leaned in again and he could not believe how soft and warm her lips were. She left her lips on his for a few seconds and then pulled away from him. "Okay," she said, "that was good. This time I want you to close your eyes and just relax your mouth. Do what I do." She leaned in to him again and he shut his eyes. Again he was amazed by the softness of her full lips. She kissed him more passionately this time, and he returned her kiss. "Ah, much better. Okay, this time I'm going to use a little tongue. Don't be freaked out and just go with it." She leaned into him for the third time and kissed him passionately, just letting the tip of her tongue touch his lips and the tip of his tongue. She pulled away slightly and said, "Stroke my hair while we kiss." He wasn't quite sure what to do, so he placed his hand on the back of her head as she leaned back in. This time she placed more of her tongue in his young mouth. He let his fingers entwine in her hair, and she moaned her approval. After about 15 seconds, she pulled away. "That was nice," she said. "Did you enjoy that?" He smiled broadly and said, "Yes, ma'am! That was great!" She grabbed his hand and stood him up. "Okay, this time let's try it standing. Put your left hand on my hip and your right hand behind my shoulder. Yes, just like that. Now kiss me." This time the kiss was a bit more passionate and Paul felt a lot more comfortable. She was aware that his erect penis was pressing against her stomach at about the same time that Paul became aware that he was hard. He quickly disengaged their kiss and turned away from Heather. "What's the matter, sweetie?" she asked, knowing exactly why he had turned from her. "It's perfectly natural to become aroused when kissing someone. Really." "It's just that...you're so pretty, and soft, and your...breasts were pressing against my chest. I don't know. Maybe this is not such a good idea after all." "Paul. Paul. Paul, please, turn around and face me." He slowly turned around and she could still see the massive tent in his shorts. "That's better. Sweetie, it is really nice kissing you and I enjoyed it, too. Really." She smiled at him and looked down at his erection. "For girls, it is easier for us to hide it when we become aroused. But, for boys," she pointed at his pants, "it's a lot harder. Especially, for boys like yourself who are well endowed." Paul turned bright red and Heather couldn't help but be amused. She knew she couldn't laugh because he would be hurt, not understanding what was meant. "You've never been with a woman, have you Paul?" "No, not really." "What does that mean, 'not really'?" "Not in real life...I've had dreams...you know, messy dreams." "Ah, yes. I understand." She was sure now that she needed to help this poor boy out. "Paul, have you ever seen a woman's body?" "What? Wait. What?" "Paul, sit down in that recliner there." He was like a zombie, moving unsteadily towards the chair. When Paul had sat down, she moved to the center of the living room and faced him. She locked her eyes on his, reached down to the hem of her dress, and ever so slowly pulled it up and over her head. Paul's eyes were locked on her black panties and bra. "Do you like what you see?" Paul nodded his head without a word. "Would you like to see more of me? "Please." It was a barely audible whisper. Heather reached around her back and unfastened her bra. She let it slip off her breasts and down her arms to the floor. Her large breasts swayed and she was excited that Paul was staring at them like she was a Playboy model. She reached up and took both breasts in her hands and kneaded them. She then pulled on the nipples and they began to harden. "What do you think?" "They're...so big...and beautiful." Heather grinned broadly. "Thank you, Paul. That's very nice to hear." She placed her hands on top of her head so they sat nicely on her chest. Paul was staring at them like they were the only thing in the whole world. "Can I...um...can I touch them?" Paul croaked. "Of course you can, sweetie." As she walked to the recliner, her big breasts swayed with each step. She stopped right in front of Paul so that his face was only about a foot away from her swollen nipples. She placed one hand on each arm of the recliner and bent forward at the waist. He reached up and gently lifted one breast. "They're so warm and heavy." He began to knead them, smashing them against her chest not really knowing what to do." She said, "Let me show you. She placed her hands on top of his and said, "The nipples are the most sensitive parts, although you kneading them also feels nice. Take you forefinger and thumb, and roll the nipples between them. Perfect, just like that." She began to moan as Paul's inexperienced fingers rolled her nipples. "Now, sweetie, pull them. Harder...harder..harder. Yes, just like that. You're not going to pull them off. That feels amazing." Paul was shocked at how hard he could pull on her nipples without hurting her, but by the look on her face, it felt really good. "See how hard you've made them, Paul? Look how big and swollen they've gotten. Would you like to suck on them?" She moved her left breast so that it was just inches from his mouth. He leaned forward and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. She moaned, "That's nice." He was amazed at how soft her nipple was, and how rigid the actual nipple was in his mouth. He sucked hard and it seemed to grow even longer. Trailer Trash "Yes, baby, just like that," she said. "Now, use your teeth and gently bite it. Right not too hard. Yes, just like that." As he sucked and nibbled on her left nipple, he moved his hand over to her right breast and began to work that nipple with his fingers. "Now you've got it. Hmmm. You're starting to understand how to give a woman pleasure." He alternated between her left and right breast for several minutes before Heather said, "Paul, there are other parts of me too that you have not seen. Do you want to see the rest of me?" Paul looked up at her while keeping a nipple in his mouth and nodded his head. She laughed and said, "Okay, but you've got to give me my boob back, baby." He released her nipple and she stepped back into the center of the room. She reached down and pulled her panties down to her knees, placed her feet together, and let them slide to her ankles. Her dark triangle of pubic hair was moist from her arousal. She stepped out of the panties and then slowly spun around, letting Paul take in her large, shapely butt. "You're so beautiful," he said. "Thank you, sweetie. It is so nice to be appreciated." "No, really, you're beautiful." She smiled and walked over to him. She reached over and grabbed the coffee table, scooting it a few feet in front of the recliner. She sat down on the edge of the table, and spread her legs for Paul. Her pussy mesmerized him. "I take it you've never seen a woman's vagina, Paul." "No, ma'am. Never." "Okay, come closer and I'll show you everything." Paul scooted to the edge of the recliner and leaned toward Heather's open pussy. His rock hard dick was threatening to burst through the denim fabric of his jeans. "These are the outer lips of the vagina," she said as she ran her fingers along the outside of her pussy. "The correct term is labia majora, but no one but a gynecologist would use that term." She used her fingers to spread the lips, exposing her vaginal opening. "This," she said as she ran a finger into her wet pussy, "is the vagina. This is where a man places his penis during sex." Paul unconsciously reached into his lap and started stroking his hard cock through his shorts. After several tantalizing seconds of slowly fingering herself, she pulled her finger out of her pussy and spread the hood covering her enlarged clit. "And this, baby, is the most important part of a woman's vagina. This is the clitoris. See, it's like a tiny dick. Mine gets hard just like yours when I'm excited, but mine doesn't do that to my pants." She pointed toward his lap with her head. He realized he was rubbing his dick and he stopped. "No, baby, you've got to be dying. Don't stop. There is nothing to be embarrassed about." After a second he reached down and began to rub himself again. "Okay. The clit is the most sensitive part of the vagina and when stimulated, a woman will have an orgasm just like a man, although we don't ejaculate sperm obviously." "Does it feel good when you come, just like for a man?" "You bet it does. And you know the best part? A woman can come many, many times in a single night." "Really?" "Really," she said. "Wow! That's amazing. Can I see you come?" He blurted it out without even thinking, and was immediately sorry that he had asked such a stupid question. He turned bright red. "Would you like that, Paul?" she asked. "Yes ma'am, I guess, but only if you want to." His face was bright red. "Okay," she said, "I think I can make that happen." She got up from the coffee table and moved to the couch. She sat down and then placed both of her feet on the couch so that her legs were spread wide, her soaking, hot pussy on display. She closed her eyes and started rubbing her clit with her right hand and after a few seconds she inserted her middle finger into her pussy. She fucked herself with her left hand. As she got more and more into masturbating, she opened her eyes and saw Paul on the edge of his recliner completely transfixed. "Why don't you move onto the floor right in front of me so you can get a better view of the show?" Paul immediately complied, placing his face just a foot from her steaming pussy. It was very intense for Heather putting a show on for this teenager. After about a minute, she started breathing deeply. She said, "Baby, pull my nipples for me." When Paul grabbed her nipples, she came in an earth-shattering orgasm. As she came down from her climax, she opened her eyes and smiled at Paul. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" Paul grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, ma'am! That was amazing!" "Thank you for helping out, baby." She placed her feet on the floor and looked at Paul's face for several long seconds. "Stand up for me, sweetie." Once he was standing, she could see that he had to be miserable tenting those shorts. Without asking permission, she reached up and unbuttoned his shorts. "Let's see what's going on under here." His massive cock sprang out. "Oh, my!" "Ms. Lease. Please! I'm so embarrassed!" "Baby, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. This thing is beautiful!" She leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. "Oh! Dang! That feels amazing." She sucked more of his cock into her mouth until she felt the head of his dick touch her throat. She took a deep breath, relaxed her throat, and pulled him in and down her throat until her nose touched his pubic hair. As she was bringing him back out of her throat he said, "Ms. Lease. Watch out. I'm going to come." She kept rocking her head back and forth on his cock for about 15 seconds when she felt the first of his come erupt into her mouth. She worked feverishly to swallow it all, but despite her best efforts, some escaped and dribbled onto her heavy breasts. She kept him in her mouth until he was completely dry. "I never knew anything could feel so wonderful, Ms. Lease," he said in a quiet voice. "You liked that, huh?" She stood up and took him by the hand and headed back towards her bedroom. He watched her shapely ass switch back and forth as she walked. When they got to her room, she closed and locked the door and then told him, "Take off that shirt and lay down on the bed on your back." She turned the overhead light down very low using the dimmer switch, and walked toward him. She noted that his cock was still rock hard. She thought to herself, "Ah, I wish I had appreciated an 18-year-old cock when I was 18. Well, better late than never." She climbed up onto her bed and straddled him. She said, "If you think that blowjob felt good, you haven't felt anything yet." She reached behind her and grabbed his cock standing it up. She lowered herself so that her pussy lips were just in contact with his cock, and then she lowered herself onto him in one steady motion. She was so wet that he slid right in. The look on his face was pure bliss. "You're so warm and velvety, Ms. Lease." She smiled and said, "You are so sweet." She began to slowly move up and down on his cock. She figured that since he had just come in her mouth, he might last longer than 15 seconds this time. But, then she thought, this is his first time, so, maybe not. She just needed to get off with a cock inside of her. She stopped moving up and down, and impaled herself as deeply as she could. While sitting on him, she began to grind her hips back and forth, getting as much clitoral stimulation from his cock as she could. After a couple of seconds, she felt his hands tentatively reach up and knead her big breasts. "That's right, baby. Squeeze my tits!" She continued to grind back and forth. "How does this feel?" He looked up at her with admiration and appreciation written all over his face. "Thank you so much, Ms. Lease. I can't believe I came over here a virgin and now I'm fucking the hottest neighbor in the trailer park." "You're so welcome, Paul. Thank you for fucking this lonely old mother." "You're not old...you're beautiful." With that she leaned forward smashing her breasts on his sweaty young chest. She kissed him very passionately, and she was pleasantly surprised that her kissing lessons proved to be so effective. When he kissed her he slid his tongue into her mouth, but it was not a sloppy teenager kiss, but a proper lover's kiss. She began rocking her hips and her pussy slid up and down his cock. She could feel her own climax building deep inside her belly. She whispered to him, "I'm going to come soon. Don't stop fucking me no matter what." He began to meet her thrusts as best he could, and she encouraged him whispering, "That's my man. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck....meeeeeeeeee! With that she came, clamping down on his cock with her pussy muscles. She rode him for a full 45 seconds before she stopped, her heavy breast smashed into his chest heaving for air. She started crying. "Are you okay, Ms. Lease?" Paul asked. "I'm better than okay, baby. It's been a long time since a man made me come like that. Thank you!" She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and then laid her head next to his, keeping him inside of her. After she had regained her composure, she rolled over onto the other side of the bed letting his hard cock slip out of her. "Come here," she said. He rolled over on top of her, and she reached down between her legs and directed his inexperienced cock into her. He slowly slid into her, enjoying every inch of her warm, inviting tunnel. She said, "Go as fast or slow as you want, baby. This time it's for you." He slowly started fucking her, and several times he accidently pulled out of her. "Oh, sorry," he'd say each time. She would just smile at him and encourage him to keep fucking her. As he began to find his motion, he started fucking her faster. She pulled both of her nipples and closed her eyes tight. "Oh, baby, you're going to make me come again!" He also started to feel like he did before when she was giving him a blowjob. His balls began to tingle and tighten up. "I'm going to come, too." "Come for me, Paul. Come for mama. Come on, baby, fill me up with your beautiful sperm." He erupted into her pussy at the same time that she pressed her feet down lifting her butt and hips off of the bed. She cried, "I'm coming!" When they were finished they lay in each other's arms for a long time. She had her head on his arm and was making small circles on his young chest with her fingernails. She said, "I hope that was okay for your first time. I know it was better than my first time." He said, "Oh, yes ma'am that was amazing. Thank you so much for teaching me." She reached down and cupped his balls and said, "Oh, baby, there is so much more I can teach you."