'Candi! It's so great to see you!' Becky enthused as she hugged me and kissed my cheeks. I was standing outside her trailer, looking worse for wear after the two days travel it had taken me to get here.

'How long has it been, Candi?' Becky asked, still hugging me tightly.

'A year, it's been a year since graduation, so yeah, a year.' I replied affectionately.

'Wow. Seems like longer... here, let me get your bag, its great to have you here.' She reached down a grabbed the bag before I could stop her and took it into the trailer. Here, by the way is a fairly sizable trailer park a few miles from Niagara Falls, where Becky and I went to high school some five years ago. Becky's trailer is where I spent all of my four college summers, and most of my time in high school, my own parents travelling a lot, and leaving me behind.

I stepped into the trailer shut the door behind me. I stopped for a moment to breath in the familiar scent of incense and pot. For once, I felt like I was home.

'Sit down, you must be exhausted, where did you come from?' Becky asked me. This was not just perfunctory, she actually cared. I lay down on a sofa draped in a purple sheet. As I sank in to the embrace of the pillows I answered wearily.

'New Zealand'

'Wow. From New Zealand to here in two days, you must be disappointed.' Becky laughed as she sat down in front of the sofa I was lying on.

'There's no where I'd rather be.' I wasn't lying. I heard the TV come on as I drifted off, Becky turned the volume right down to let me sleep.

By the way, I'm Lorelai, I stand about six foot, I have long, ginger (usually) hair that comes down past my shoulders, a slim figure and what I've been told are fantastic breasts. After completing a four year degree at college I decided to travel, to see the world my parents left me at home for when I was a teen. I enjoyed it, but felt now it was time to return home.

Becky had told me a few days before, over the phone, that, a few days after I was due to arrive, someone in my class had organised a five year anniversary (I had hoped the reasonable minimum of 10 years would hold, no such luck). As for who was organising the reunion I was under no illusions, there was only one person it could be. Amanda Adams. 'Double A'. The prom queen, the head cheerleader, you get the picture. I had had such a crush on her, but I never made anything of it, after all, Me, Becky and my college girlfriend were and are the only ones who know my little secret, although my brother may do, I not quite sure.

I awoke and glanced at the clock. 11:30. I had been asleep over fifteen hours. I hadn't slept like that since college. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I was hungry. As I stood I noticed the note Becky had left for me on the fridge door.

'Lorelai- Sorry! No food, come to the diner and I'll fix you up something. Oh yeah, and have a shower.'

I did as the not bade me, quickly showering in the trailer's surprisingly small bathroom and dressed. I pulled on a black tank top, over which I wore an army surplus shirt. I glanced out of the window and saw one of the neighbours, a girl of about 18 sunbathing; she must have thought the entire park had gone to work or school, as she was completely naked. I stood watching her lying there, smoking, bare to the world and ignorant of the fact that I was watching her. She stubbed out her cigarette and began slowly rubbing one of her nipples. She took an ice cube out of the drink by her sun bed and teased her nipples with it. I slipped my hand into my panties and was shocked to find how wet I already was. I slipped my hand back out and saw it glistening like her breasts. I licked it clean. I love my own taste. I lay back down on the sofa, and imagined the mystery woman between my legs, licking me, teasing me bringing me to the amazing orgasm I was about to reach as someone knocked on the door.

I slipped my hand out and wiped it dry on my panties and answered the door. It was my mystery woman.

'Hi' I couldn't quite place her accent. It sounded southern. She was stunningly beautiful up close, long blonde locks, full tits; she was no longer naked of course, but wrapped in a towel.

'Oh, I'm sorry, I was looking for Becky, I've run out of sun cream, you don't happen to have any do you?' There was a bottle by the door, I handed it to her. 'I don't believe I've had the pleasure, I'm Emily, and you are?'

'Lorelai,' I said, gazing into her eyes.

'I hate to be a bother, but could you do my back?'

'Err, of course, of course' I stammered.

'Thank you so much, I could probably do it myself, but it feels so much better to have someone else do it.' She turned around and sat on the step of the trailer, pulled the towel off and exposed her naked back to me. She handed me the bottle and I began massaging the cream into her.

'Umm, you have the softest hands. That feels great.' It was like she was tormenting me. I was straddling this gorgeous creature, practically soaking my panties, but unable to grab her and fuck her. I finished merciful quickly.

'Oh, thank you, how long are you staying for?'

'I don't know yet, maybe a while.'

'Oh good, maybe I'll see you around?'

'Yeah, I'm sure you will' I shut the door and brought myself to an orgasm I had to stifle by biting my lip to stop from screaming.

I pulled on my favourite jeans and trainers and set off into the midday sun.

It was about a half an hour walk to the restaurant at which Becky worked in the town centre from the park, and it passed surprisingly quickly, as I remembered all the sights from all those years ago. Memories of wild nights, and old friends came flooding back, and I soon found myself looking forward to the reunion. Though I wasn't about to tell Becky that.

I lit a cigarette as I approached the restaurant and stood outside smoking it. Pretty stood Becky joined me.

'I thought you quit.' Becky said disapprovingly as she took the cigarette off me and took a drag. I smiled and took it back off her. 'Sorry if I woke you when I left this morning,'

'You didn't' I replied.

'You look so peaceful when you sleep; I tried my best not to wake you'

'Don't worry Liz, you didn't wake me.' I put my arm around her. She seemed upset by something, I had no idea what. She hugged me back and whispered in my ear.

'It's great to have you back, Candi'

'It's great to be back, Becky.' We hugged for a couple of minutes. I began to feel a damp patch where Becky's head was resting on my shoulder. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I looked Becky in the eye and said, tearfully, 'What have I got to do to get some breakfast around here?'

'Of course, of course,' Becky said, wiping the tears from her eyes then mine and leading me into her restaurant. 'I missed you, you know that?'

'I missed you too, Becky'

After breakfast, or more accurately, lunch, Becky had to get back to work, so I spent the day wondering around town, watching the falls, thinking about he impeding reunion, think about going to see my parents, which I decided to do that evening, if I could get a lift from Becky.

Typically Becky was all too happy to oblige and soon after she got off work we were heading to my parents sizable suburban house. Becky pulled into the driveway and cut the engine.

'You gonna go in?' She asked.

'I guess so... can you come too?'

'Candi. Come on.' We got out of the car and made our way to the door. My brother answered. I caught a strong smell of weed smoke.

'Shit, Candi,' He seemed pleased to see me for once. 'DON'T WORRY BOYS, IT'S NOT THE COPS. So, how you been?'

'You still owe me for that eighth, man' Becky said, flatly.

'Shit, Liz, have I ever let you down?' He handed her the cash. 'Where's the love sis?' We hugged and he let us in. A couple of his friends were sitting in the living room watching 'family guy'. They didn't look up. We sat down in the kitchen and Steve, my brother started rolling.

'Steve, where are our parents, man?' I asked. 'Italy, Bolivia, Mongolia, how the fuck should I know?' He started grinding some bud.

'Oh, ok when they gonna be back?'

'A week, a month, a fucking year, how the fuck should I know?' He stopped to lick the paper and burn off the excess.

'Backwards rolling, good man' Becky interjected.

'Yeah, it's all good. You girls in on this?'

'Yeah, sure.' We simultaneously said. We went out on to the veranda and Steve lit the joint.

'This is good shit, real good shit, Becky.' Steve said through a toke.

'I know Steve, I sold it to you, remember?' Becky replied. He passed the doob to me and I took a toke, he was right. I wasn't surprised Becky had sold him the weed, she had always been pretty keen on the stuff and had more than enough time to grow it, the restaurant gig was only part time. The rest of the past pretty much the same way, and by about two, we were both far too fucked to consider driving. So I led Becky up to my bed room. Steve and his friends were either passed out or considering whether or not to pass out, so no one noticed us going up to bed together.

We lay on the bed next to each other, giggling. Becky took a pillow and hit me with it, still giggling; I screamed and tried, in vain, to defend myself as she continued hitting me. Soon enough I saw my opportunity, I jumped at her, grabbing her shoulders and laying on top of her, the pillow between us. She rolled me over, so she was now on top. She pulled the pillow up between us and our tops were dragged up with it. Our bare stomachs touching caused us to stop for a split second, before we dived at each other.

We kissed and kissed passionately for an eternity. When we paused for breath Becky was sitting in my lap, her legs wrapped around my stomach. Someone downstairs had put on 80s matchbox, 'when I hear you call my name', on full volume. I began kissing Becky's neck. Her cleft. Her stomach, making my way steadily southwards. I undid her jeans and hooked my fingers around the waist of both those and her panties. I pulled both down, exposing her pussy. The scent of her sex filled the room. I was crazed with passion. I dove down upon her. I teased her clit, tongued her hole and licked her from ass to clit. She writhed with pleasure, groaned, squeaked, squealed and after I felt I had tortured her long enough, came to a screaming orgasm. That didn't stop me. She had come at last twice more before I stopped.

She was still shaking as I wrapped my arms around her. She pulled my clothes off and we lay naked together, her in post orgasm ecstasy. I began grinding my bare pussy against her thigh. She gave me a seductive smile and started fingering me. All the while she held my eye. As she slipped in a second, a third finger, she held my eye. As my breathing increased and she finger fucked me faster and faster, she held my eye. As I came over and again on her hand, she held my eye. She only broke eye contact when tears of pure joy ran down my face. Then she kissed me and wrapped her arms around me. We remained like that until sunrise, just holding each other.

I awoke to Becky kissing me gently on the cheek.

'Candi,' she whispered in my ear. 'Candi, we have to get up' A huge smile spread across my lips. It had actually happened.

'Keep kissing me and I'll open my eyes,' she obliged kissing me on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. After a few minutes she stopped and I opened my eyes. We were both still naked, still wrapped in each others arms. I began kissing her neck.

'We have to get ready, oh, that feels good, for, mmmmm, for the reunion.' Becky said as I kissed every part of her I could reach. I ran my hands down her back.

'Yeah I guess so. It's not like a costume party or anything is it?'

'No, we've been saved that trauma, it says, formal-casual on the invite' Becky said. I giggled.

'What the fuck does that mean?'

'I honestly don't know,'

We eventually decided 'formal-casual' must just mean casual, and dressed as if for a normal night out. I wore a nice little black mini, a dark green top and a matching silk scarf. Becky borrowed some of my clothes, which happened to look a lot better on her, especially the cute pink silk tie she wrapped around her waist. We help each other fix their make up and went down the stairs. Steve's friends were still down stairs, as was Steve, who had just finished making some toast. Toast to which I asserted my right as an older sister, and stole for Becky and myself.

We decided to take my car, my pride a joy a 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1, a beautiful machine, so treasured I carried the keys around the world with me to prevent Steve from driving it. She looked just the same as when I left as I pulled the sheet off of her, Jet black except for a pure white stripe down the middle of the bonnet and chrome strips along the side of the doors.

I started her up. The engine roared to life first time. I felt great. I had my girl in the seat beside me and the reigns to this beast of a car in my hands. The garage doors open and I hit the gas, leaving half of the tyres in storage.

We arrived at the school fairly quickly, but still late, having spent the entire day in bed together. I saw other cars pulling in, Toyotas, SUVs, I pitied them. I pulled up to the valet, a boy of about 17. He open the door for Becky and I walked around to him, he gave be a ticket, I went to give him the keys, but stopped myself short.

'There's so much as a scratch on her when I pick her up. I'll cut you.' His eyes were already popping out of his head at the sight of the car. I'll he did was nod. Slowly.

We entered the reunion to the sounds of a light jazz band, some of our old class mates and their spouses, swaying slowly to the music; it didn't seem too bad, especially when Lottie, the third member of our little clique came over to us. She was a cute girl, and had a girl I hadn't seen before in tow.

'You guys!' She kissed us both on the cheeks; we shook hands with her friend. 'This is Nancy, my girlfriend, we met at college' they kissed briefly. 'Did you guys bring anyone?' We looked at each other, Becky took my hand.

'Actually, we came together...' I kissed her hand as I said it.

'I knew you two would end up together,' we both smiled a kissed.

'You guys look great together, seriously.'

The reunion itself turned out to be quite a laugh, meeting up with old friends, telling the same old stories; it was actually quite fun. That is until 'Double A' clocked us. I won't go into too much detail, but the end result was both Amanda and Becky leaving the room in tears, I followed Becky. I caught up to her in the hallway.

'Do you want to go home?' I asked her.

'I really do,' She tried to laugh through her tears. I held her close to me and kissed her.

'What's the matter anyway?' I said, rubbing her back.

'I love you, I always have... but you love her.' She said gently sobbing into my shoulder.

'I don't love that bitch, I love you, I love you.' Now I was crying too. I kissed her. We kissed for a good few minutes before she stopped and took my hand leading me into the girls changing room, a huge smile upon her lips. We began pulling each others clothes off. We were both naked as we emerged into the pool room. We started kissing again, groping each other. Becky turned and dived into the pool, I dived in after her. We stared kissing in the water, soon I had my back to the pool wall, my feet on the ground and Becky in front of me. She began sucking on my nipples, teasing them. I giggled with pleasure.

She pulled herself close to me, kissed me began nibbling my neck as she hooked her hands under my legs and lifted me, with my help, up on to her shoulders. My pussy was inches from her face. She began licking me, nibbling me, soon she had two fingers in me and began teasing my asshole with her little finger. I writhed in pleasure as she began fucking my pussy and ass with one hand and teasing my clit with the other. I lay back on the cold tiles of the room and let her fuck me. Soon I was breathlessly coming to orgasm, screaming 'I love you'.

We lay in each others arms again, until Becky pulled me to my feet. We dressed quickly and went back to the main hall, where the party was in full swing. We said goodbye to Nancy and Lottie, and made our way out.

I drove quickly back to my parents house and we sat in the car for a while.

'So,' I started, Becky kissed me.

'Yeah. I want to come in.'

'I really love you, you know that?'

'I love you too, Candi.'

The fiery red convertible screeched to a halt in the driveway. Amy blasted the horn twice. A few seconds later the door to the house opened and Becky bounced out of the house and down the sidewalk. Becky tossed her purse and bag into the open back seat and sat down in the front next to Amy.

"So how are things?" Becky asked.

"I haven't been this tired in ages," Amy said. "Johnny isn't letting me get any rest -- none whatsoever."

Amy backed the car down the driveway and pulled onto the quiet residential street. The summer sun gave everything a bright warm glow -- especially the tanned and toned bodies in the car.

"Don't even try to make me think you're complaining about this," Becky laughed and wagged a finger at Amy.

"Not at all. This last week has been one rush after another."

"That's what I thought," Becky said. "I don't want you hogging him all to yourself though, remember I'm the one that broke the ice."

"How could I forget," Amy said, "maybe you could take him off my hands a little later?"

Becky nodded her head in approval with a wicked grin spanning her cute face.

"So did ya have anything in mind for today?" Amy asked.

"I think I'm finally ready," Becky said.

"Ready?" Amy lifted her sunglasses and looked at Becky with raised eyebrows. "Ready? You sure?"

"Oh, I'm sure," Becky said.

"Good!" Amy said, "I know where to take you." Amy laughed and flashed Becky a mischievous grin.

"Should I be worried?" Becky said.

"Not at all."

"I need to stop at the ATM and get some cash if I'm gonna do this."

"You don't need any cash where we're going," Amy said. "So what made you finally change your mind?" Amy asked.

"I just think after this last week I could use one. You know -- I've been such a busy little bee." Becky and Amy both laughed.

"Plus, nobody's got anything on you now," Amy said.

"Not that they ever did," Becky replied.

Amy drove leaving their quiet suburban residential area behind. In what seemed like forever, but was only fifteen minutes, Amy pulled up in front of a squat brick building. They were in an adjoining town Becky was mostly unfamiliar with.

Becky looked up and down the street. There were a few people walking around. Some came and left the three or four bars she could see. A young kid walked along a set of railroad tracks covered with rust and knee-high plants and weeds. Nothing had been through on those tracks in years. The building they stopped in front of was a three-story brick building. The carved stone set in the facacde read "1910." Similar structures lined both sides of the street, some in better condition than others. The only thing that distinguished this building from its neighbor was the black soot from a long extinguished fire and the scars left by long-gone floor joists and a roof.

Becky looked at the grimy dirt covered storefront window with the word "TATTOO" painted in bright red lined in gold. Becky never imagined that her first tattoo would be done in a place like this. She pictured the freshly painted and brightly lit shop in the strip mall down the road from her house. That place was run by good looking guys in their early 30s and it sat between a juice shop and dog grooming parlor. It was as non-threatening as a tattoo parlor could get. This wasn't what she expected.

"I hope you have money because I don't have any," Becky said.

"Nope. Maybe a buck or two but not that much."

Becky noticed a hand lettered cardboard sign in the window that read: cash only.

"How do you expect me to pay for this?" Becky said.

"You'll figure something out," Amy said. She smacked Becky's ass as she opened the ancient glass and wood framed door to the shop. Becky yelped as she entered the tattoo parlor.

The store was brightly lit by overhead fluorescent lights. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with photos and drawings of tattoos. The paneling on one corner near the front of the store was bowed and discolored from years of a steady water leak into the store. Amy and Becky both looked at the tattoos covering the walls. Some were simple rose designs while others were intricate works with varying degrees of shading and coloring. Becky was glad to see that the place seemed clean enough.

The only other person in the place was a large heavy-set man seated behind the glass topped counter, that displayed even more tattoos -- Becky supposed these were the ones the owner was most proud of. He had a thick black beard that reached down to the swell of his rather large and pronounced gut. What hair he had left was pulled back into a ponytail that hung well past his shoulders. Becky looked up and down his arms. She couldn't detect one inch of bare skin down to his wrists. Both arms were entirely covered with ink. Some of the tattoos were crisp and the colors vibrant and new while others had faded and the ink lines long gone blurry. Becky wandered if any of those tattoos were earned during prison stays.

The guy tossed the girly magazine he was looking at onto a milk crate full of similar magazines behind the counter.

"Can I help you girls?" he said. His voice was just as gruff and coarse as his exterior.

"I don't know about this, Amy," Becky whispered. "Maybe we should go."

"You'll be fine," Amy said. She gave Becky a light shove towards the counter.

"Yeah," Becky said stepping forward. "I'd like to get a tattoo."

"Do you have anything in mind?" the tattooed guy said. "You can look at the walls and let me know."

"No, I know what I want," Becky said. "Show him yours, Amy."

Amy sat her purse on the countertop and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her shorts. She wiggled her hips suggestively as she inched her shorts down lower and lower. The guy behind the counter licked his lips and moved as close to the countertop as his sizable gut would allow. He placed his hands on the other side of the counter and leaned in for a closer look. Amy pushed her shorts down a little bit further; a wicked grin teased the man behind the counter.

"That's what I want," Becky said. She ran her finger over Amy's tattoo like she was stroking something delicate and precious.

The tattooed guy stroked his beard and snorted. "That's it?" he asked derisively.

"Yeah," Becky said. "You think you can do it?"

The guy flashed an irritated glance as Becky's last question hit close to his profession and questioned his abilities as an artist.

"Shit, I could do something better," he said.

"Nope, that'll do," Becky said.

"Let's do this then," the tattooed guy said. "By the way you can call me Red." He motioned for both girls to follow him to the back of the shop and a curtained off room.

"I'm Becky, and this is my friend Amy." Red didn't seem to pay the girls any attention. "So is Red your nickname?" Becky asked.

"Yeah," Red grunted. "You don't really want to know how I got it," Red said, his laugh sounded like pouring gravel.

In the room Becky laid down on a paper covered padded table as the guy pulled on rubber gloves and began to pour the different colored inks into little containers. "Push those shorts down girly," Red said after a few minutes.

Becky obeyed and pushed her shorts and panties down until the place where she wanted the tattoo was exposed. Red quickly sketched a bee low on her pelvis with a marker.

"Don't forget the beeline," Becky said. She traced a line with the tip of her finger in tiny circles that led to the waistband of her shorts. "You see the beeline makes a path right to here," Becky said. She ran her finger into the crease of her pussy, letting it linger longer over her clit. Becky moaned lightly for effect and when he turned to look at her she bit her lower lip for a tease. Becky felt a twinge of excitement rush through her.

The motor on the tattoo gun hummed to life. Red dipped the needles in black ink for the outline. "You might feel a little stinging and some pain," he said to Becky.

"A little like a bee sting," Amy chimed in.

"That's right," he said. His brow creased as he concentrated at the task at hand.

Becky could feel his latex covered hands on her body and she could hear the humming of the tattoo gun. She was prepared for the bite and sting of the needle but much to her surprise the sensation felt like an annoying scraping with an occasional pinch. Before long the humming of the tattoo gun ceased and she heard the squeaky wheels on the stool Red was sitting on roll away.

"Take a look," he said. He squirted some water over the fresh tattoo and wiped away the excess ink and a little blood that had welled up to the surface.

"That's very cool," Becky said as she leaned up far enough to see her new body art.

"You're almost one of us," Amy said with a naughty smirk to Becky.

The heavy-set tattooed guy finished cleaning up his area. Once he closed the drawers to his one cabinet you could never tell that he'd just finished working.

"Ah, let's call that $35 and we'll be even," Red said. He shrugged his massive shoulders as if saying: 'what's a few bucks among friends.' He stood up to go out to the front of the store.

"Umm ... yeah," Becky said. "I don't have any money on me at all."

The guy stopped dead in his tracks and spun around. His face began to glow with anger. Becky recoiled in fear at his sudden change in demeanor. "What the fuck do you mean you don't have any money?"

"I thought we could ... you know ... work something out," Becky said.

"Your little cunt friend here'd better have some money on her. I don't run a charity shop here," he said motioning to Amy, who had since backed towards the wall.

When Amy had told Becky she didn't need any money she figured there would be some sort of bargaining involved. After all Becky knew the story about how Amy and two of her friends had "earned" their little bee tattoos -- the same one Becky now sported in the identical spot as Amy. Of course Amy's experience had been completely different than the one facing Becky now. Amy had been drunk and with two of her friends. Her friend, Tiffany promised her boyfriend that if he opened his tattoo shop just for them they'd make it worth his while. When all three of them arrived Tiffany's boyfriend and two of his best artists were waiting for them. Two hours later all three of them staggered into the pre-dawn morning with new body art, freshly fucked and glistening with juices. Not one of them had spent a dime and the three guys in the shop didn't feel cheated in any way.

"There's no need to be nasty," Becky said. "I bet you don't get much fresh pussy in here," Becky said, suddenly feeling very bold. Any fear she'd felt melted away, even this gruff man now menacing her couldn't stop her from getting excited. She now understood even better why Amy said she didn't need money. Money couldn't pay for this tattoo for her to truly earn it.

"We do alright in here," Red said.

Becky slid herself off the table; her shorts still pushed down. She walked over and ran her hand along the guy's pronounced stomach -- despite its size it felt like solid muscle beneath the thick layer of fat. "I bet you're in no position to turn any down," Becky said. She grabbed his hand and led it towards her pussy.

He didn't bite. Instead he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Becky off balance and into him. "Do you really want to play this little game bitch?"

"Yeah." Becky's eyes twinkled with anticipation.

Becky felt like she was suddenly being enveloped by a thick, heavy mass of flesh. The guy pulled her tighter against his body. Becky tried to pull away as she felt his wiry beard brush her cheek and his tongue twisted itself like a worm into her ear.

"Not so keen on this little game? Are ya?" he hissed into her ear.

He pushed Becky flat against the table on her stomach. Red yanked the shorts off her long tanned legs and tossed them at Amy standing by the closed curtain to the room. The wheels on the stool creaked as Red pushed it out of the way.

Becky could feel his rough, calloused hands over the silky skin of her hips and bottom. This was more than Becky bargained for as he spread her thighs even further apart. She could feel her juices welling up in her pussy; she imagined how her shaved snatch glistened beneath the harsh fluorescent lighting

"This is nice," Red said as he licked his lips.

Becky felt Red's hands slide further along her waist to her ribcage. Before she knew it Red's rough hands pushed her top and bra up exposing her tits. Becky winced; the stretch material on the bra wouldn't give anymore and bit into the soft flesh of her back.

Red heard her and laughed. "Don't cry little girl. I'll be gentle with you." As he said that Red pinched the hard nubs of her nipples and twisted. An electric jolt of pleasure rippled through Becky. She cried out again -- this time in pleasure.

"I knew you'd like it, you little whore," Red said.

"Are you just going to talk the whole time or are you going to make me earn this tattoo?" Becky challenged Red. She raised her backside as an invitation.

At the front of the store the bell above the door tinkled. "Red you here?" a voice called out. "Where you at?"

"Stay out there, Jimmy," Red yelled. Becky heard him unbuckle his black jeans.

"What's going on, Red," Jimmy said. He pushed back the curtain to the room to find Red standing behind a half-naked blonde with her ass thrust out for all to see. Another girl stood by the curtain watching the scene in front of her with interest.

"I told you to stay the fuck out there, Jimmy."

"Maybe I can get in on some of the action." He turned his gaze towards Amy. "This one is just sittin' here as pretty as can be with no one paying no attention to her."

"Jimmy leave the lady alone," Red said in a calm, even tone.

"Ooohh, gross," Amy squealed.

Becky turned her head to see who the new man was. He was as wiry as Red was big. His arms were tattooed but not to the extent that Red's were. He wore a blue work shirt with the words "Winchell's Towing & Service" set above a stylized tow truck. A grease and oil stained white rag hung out of his back pocket.

"He can join us," Becky said. "That is if Red doesn't mind?"

"That's Jimmy," Red said. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

Becky heard the zipper on Red's jeans and heard them fall to the ground. She could feel the heat coming off of Red's engorged prick as he rubbed the thick mushroom-tip along her slit. Red took his time. Becky felt the smooth length of his shaft rub across her buttocks.

Becky jumped a little as she felt a strange hand on her back. She caught a whiff of motor oil and grease and figured it must be Jimmy.

"Where'd you find her Red?" Jimmy asked as his hand lingered on her back.

"She's paying off a debt," he remarked. Red rubbed his cock along Becky's thighs in her sweet syrup.

Jimmy moved to in front of Becky. He whipped his own cock out and thrust it towards Becky's face.

Becky reached up and took it into one of her hands. Jimmy groaned as she squeezed his growing shaft and began to jerk him off. Becky was surprised at how clean his skin was despite all the oil, grease and dirt on his hands and clothes.

Becky gasped as Red pushed his prick into Becky's wet pussy. There was nothing tender or gentle about this. Red slid his tip past her opening and filled her up with his cock. Becky moaned loudly as she could feel him stretching her, forcing her to accommodate his girth.

Becky had no time to marvel at this new feeling. Jimmy thrust his cock at her parted lips. He grinned lecherously at her. "Suck on it baby," he sneered.

Becky wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and ran her tongue along the underside of his head. She could taste his salty pre-come flowing into her mouth. She continued to use her hand on him while she slurped up the tip of his dick.

Red clamped both his hands onto Becky's hips and began to thrust in and out of her hole. Becky moaned into Jimmy's cock at Red slid all but the tip of his thick prick out of her and plunged it back and forth. Becky's feet left the floor and her body weight was supported entirely by the table as he hammered into her constantly.

Becky let go of Jimmy's cock and reached around and grabbed his skinny ass. She raked her nails along his butt urging him further into her mouth. Becky could feel his tip reach the back of her throat. She nearly gagged but quickly regained control. Jimmy groaned loudly as her tongue and mouth continued to work up and down his shaft coating it in her saliva.

Becky could hear Red's breathing begin to deepen. She knew it was only a matter of time before both men came. Jimmy began to fuck Becky's face with a new sense of urgency. His strokes were short and erratic as his orgasm formed. She could feel his balls tighten and draw up close to his body. She tried to coax them back down with her hand.

Red's long hammering strokes were now gone. They were replaced by short, rapid strokes. His breathing sounded more labored. Becky could feel his fingers dig into her hips deeper, almost to the point of hurting.

Becky's face was by now covered in her own saliva. Jimmy's hand had crept around to the back of her head. He grabbed a handful of her hair. With a grunt and one final thrust Becky felt his cock twitch along her lips and continue up the length of his cock. In that split second it took the back of Becky's throat was covered in Jimmy's come. Becky swallowed fast and hard as his prick continued to pour hot semen down her throat.

Red grunted and groaned even louder. Becky could feel tiny droplets of sweat falling from Red's forehead and landing on her back. Becky wondered how much longer he could possibly hold out with all the noises he was making. Before she could complete that thought Red pulled his cock out of her. He moaned and she could feel his first spurt of jizz land somewhere on her back. Another spurt landed in the small of her back and she could feel Red's final few ejaculations splash down on the globes of her ass.

Jimmy let go of Becky's hair and reached for the table to steady himself. The exertion of his orgasm caused his knees to go weak. His already softening prick slid out of Becky's mouth trailing some come along with it that landed on her chin.

Becky looked back over her shoulder to Red. His face was covered in sweat, strands of his hair were plastered to his beet-red face. He rubbed his penis in the remainders of his orgasm spreading it over her bottom.

"I guess we're even now," Red said with a large, contented sigh. "Hell, even ol' Jimmy got some free stuff thrown his way."

Red handed Becky some wet towels as he buckled his pants. "I really like the work you've done," she said, admiring the brand new tattoo on her hip.

Jimmy looked down at his watch. "Thanks a million," Jimmy said to Becky. "I gotta get running though, I'm ten minutes late already." He hurried out of the back and the jingling bell from the front of the store said he was gone.

Becky looked at Amy as she pulled on her shorts. The look on her face asked if there was anything else that needed done. Amy smiled and picked up her purse.

Red looked back at the now fully clothed Becky and laughed. "What's so funny?" Becky asked.

Red scratched at his stomach. "I guess you really earned that tattoo, didn't you."

"Yeah, I guess ... what do you mean?" Becky said. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "How did you know?"

Amy doubled over with laughter, tears began to run from her eyes. "Tiffany says 'hi,'" she said to Red.

Red laughed again. "Tell her the same and tell her slacker boyfriend to get his ass over here. I owe him some ink."

Becky looked at them both -- more than a little annoyed. "I should've known you would've set this up. That's what you seem to be good at lately." Now it was Becky's turn to laugh.

Amy went over and gave Red a big hug. "You're such a big teddy bear for doing this for me."

"It was all my pleasure," Red said hugging Amy back.

"So, you know each other?" Becky said.

"Remember the story I told you about my tattoo?"

"Yeah," Becky said.

"Well Red here was one of Tiffany's boyfriend's friends."

"You both really had me going. I thought you were going to kill us when I said we didn't have any money," Becky said.

"I did some acting in high school," Red smirked. "By the way Jimmy wasn't in on this, he just got lucky today." All of them laughed again.

Becky and Amy talked to Red for a few more minutes. After they said their goodbyes Becky got into Amy's convertible and they tore off down the street.

"So what do you want to do now?" Amy said. The wind whipped her hair around her head.

"I think Johnny would like to see our matching tats, don't you?" Becky brushed a strand away from her face.

"I think he would," Amy said with a grin and a naughty gleam in her eye.

Carelessly discarded clothes lay by the nightstand. Brandon, propped up by his elbows, reclined in the centre of the bed. Awe struck, he gazed at the wanton beauty at the end of the bed. She let the top of her surgical scrubs fall to the floor. She stood there, her sultry eyes locked onto his. He watched her slowly pull the drawstring of her pants and they fell to the floor. Clad only in her bra and panties, she crawled cat-like onto the bed. Oh sweet God in heaven, he thought to himself. Am I ready for...? Anxiety grew in the back of his mind when he realized that he had been waiting for this very moment for the past three years.

The Airstream trailer rocked and squeaked as it passed over the speed bumps on the way to the back corner of the RV Park. The site was not popular with the other winter residents. It was shaded and located at the furthest point from the reception centre. However, for Brandon it had become the spot of choice and for just one reason, Becky.

It wasn't that he and Becky were close friends. Over the past three years their interaction had consisted merely of per functionary smiles and greetings exchanged when she passed by his trailer. Becky regularly jogged for relaxation and exercise. She passed by Brandon's trailer on the way to the path that led to the local park. At first, he only viewed her from his trailer kitchen window. Then last year he had ventured to say hello as she passed. In the beginning, she did not acknowledge his greetings, but as he persisted she smiled, smiled and waved, and finally smiled, waved and offered a faint Hi. Brandon vowed that this year would be different. This year he would meet her.

Brandon enjoyed his winters in Palm Springs. Since the divorce, he had developed a nomadic existence with his trailer as his home. Brandon spent his summers in Okanagan, a small town in Central Washington and his winters in Palm Springs. He liked the dry desert-like climate of both locations. There was little rain and dampness and that suited his sometimes-achy joints. He had made his living as a copywriter for a small Seattle advertising firm. A national company had bought out the firm, primarily for the lucrative computer company accounts he serviced. Brandon took the opportunity to retire and turned his writing talent to producing that one great novel.

Brandon's wife, on the other hand was not ready for retirement. She was an executive in a large financial institution. She had worked hard to get where she was and now was enjoying the rewards that a substantial 6-figure income could bring. They had grown apart and the separation was amicable. She remained in Seattle and Brandon embraced the nomadic life.

The triangular shape of the corner site made it difficult to park the trailer, but since it was nearly twice as large as the neighboring sites it provided privacy and space to park Brandon's pick-up and his motorcycle. The site bordered onto the laneway, which accessed the neighboring park. Planted along the boundary fence were trees and shrubs to ensure seclusion. These provided isolation from Brandon's neighbors, passers by, and homes for a myriad of birds. Brandon loved birds and bird watching. Each morning, over coffee, he watched his birds.

Two days after settling in, his favorite bird returned. It was almost 8 o'clock when he saw her jogging down the back roadway heading towards the park pathway. He waved enthusiastically. She returned a small wave. Brandon rose from his lawn chair, walked towards the fence, and called through the bushes as she passed by on the path, Good morning...good to see you again.

Morning...same here, was all she said as the sound of her footsteps against the gravel faded into the distance. This scene repeated each morning at about the same time for a couple of weeks and then it stopped.

Brandon was devastated. He had few friends in the trailer park. Really, they were not friends, just mere acquaintances. Everyone saw him as the recluse in the corner. The writer who regularly sent manuscript packages off to San Francisco and New York and then had them returned, unopened. He was the weirdo who rode the motorcycle and went shopping on an old single speed bicycle with a carrier on the back.

Without the regular sightings of Becky, Brandon's interest in morning bird watching waned. There was nothing to watch. Then one day, late in January, Brandon was returning from one of his almost daily trips to the market. He leaned his bicycle against the side of the reception complex and entered to get his mail. As he approached the mailboxes, there she was. Her back was to him. His heart began to pound. Quickly he checked his box, nothing. As he turned away, he almost collided with her. Startled she dropped her mail.

Oh, shit! She muttered.

I apologize...Oh I'm so sorry. Their heads had just bumped and Brandon's glasses fell to the floor. Simultaneously they had both reached for the fallen mail and the collision had occurred. She reached for his glasses at her feet and he scooped up her mail.

Here are your glasses. I'm very sorry. It was my fault I wasn't paying attention...

No, it was my fault, interrupted Brandon. They both burst out in nervous laughter and they nearly dropped everything again. It seems we are both having a bit of a bad day... He stopped mid sentence when their fingers touched as they awkwardly exchanged glasses and mail. In that brief second an electric charge ran though Brandon's body and a wide smile spread across her face.

I've run past your place and you've been kind enough to say good morning, but I've never stopped. My name is Becky Robinson, she said shyly.

Brandon grinned and replied, Mine is Brandon McLure. I'm really glad to meet you. He extended his hand. A warm, firm grip met his. Becky held onto his hand for a few seconds. She did not want to relinquish its grasp. There was something about his touch and his voice that put her immediately at ease. She studied him, with a practiced eye, as they walked towards the back of the trailer park.

His voice was soft and resonant. He had a compassionate face. A slight limp marred his gait but he appeared to be fit and strong. He adopted a slightly hunched stance, probably from scoliosis she thought, as he guided the bicycle with a confident steady hand. ... Do you still run in the mornings? The question hung in the air. Becky realized she had been lost in her analysis of him and had not been paying attention. There was an uncomfortable stillness. Then he blurted out in a rapid, nervous stream, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. It's just that I used to see you run by my trailer in the mornings and now... Brandon's words died off. A painful stillness ensued.

Becky looked up at him. Brandon's was blushing and staring straight ahead, as they walked. She felt she owed him an explanation. ...Err, my shifts have changed, she said in a halting voice. I now work from 4 in the afternoon to 4 in the morning. I'm a charge nurse at the Eisenhower Medical Centre.

Oh, shift work can be hard...

Yeah, especially with my Dad. Looking after him is almost a full time job. He's so possessive... Becky stopped herself mid sentence. She did not mean to make those comments. It was just that Brandon put her at ease. Self-conscious that she had revealed too much, Becky hurriedly continued. ...Nowadays, I work out in the rehab centre from the time I get off until I can go home. I don't dare wake up Dad, she said in a nervous voice that trailed off.

Brandon immediately piped up. I like to go for walks early in the morning. I like to watch the birds. The park is quiet then. He heard himself talking. The words sounded childish. He stopped. Nevertheless, Becky didn't seem to notice. In fact, she replied in an encouraging tone.

Maybe I'll see you some morning then. She glanced at her watch. Oh, I'm sorry, I have to go and start to prepare dinner for my father. Becky gently brushed his arm as she turned to walk away. Nice to talk to you.

Brandon watched her disappear into the mobile home at the end of the road. Then he turned and pushed his bicycle to his trailer, leaned it against the trailer's side, and quickly carried the day's groceries inside. However, before he did anything else he set his alarm clock for 4 AM.

The next two mornings brought invigorating walks in the park with beautiful sunrises, many bird sightings, but no sign of Becky. The third day Brandon woke before the alarm to the sound of rain beating against the aluminum of the trailer. He slowly showered and dressed. Even with his sweater and Cortex jacket, the morning felt cold and damp. He pulled his baseball cap tightly onto his head, grabbed his umbrella, and started towards the park. His binoculars, safely in their case, bumped against his chest as he walked. You're a bloody fool, he thought to himself as entered the park and gazed through the misty rain looking for a solitary runner. As he walked along the path, the short bleat of a car horn interrupted the sounds of the rain beating against his umbrella and his footsteps on the gravel. Brandon turned in the direction of the sound. There in the adjacent parking lot was a small, grey compact car. From the driver's side window an arm waved.

Brandon walked quickly towards the car. He crouched down beside the open window and grasped the doorframe for balance and support as he awkwardly held the umbrella above the window. A warm hand brushed across his. What are you doing out on a day like this? Bird watching I suppose. she asked in a scolding tone and pointing towards the binoculars.

The words caught Brandon totally off guard. He bit his lip then replied, Looking for you.

That's nice, that's really nice...but now that you have found me, what do you want to do. I don't run in the rain.

Do you want a cup of coffee? I could even make you breakfast.

Becky looked carefully at this man in his early sixties crouched by her car door. He was staring intently at her left hand that covered his as it rested on edge of the open car window. His own words seemed to have caught him by surprise. Now in the stillness between his question and her answer, she watched the tension build in his face and neck. He was as nervous as she was. She squeezed his fingers and blurted out, ...Sure. Can I leave my car here? Becky did not wait for his reply but quickly rolled up the window and opened the door. Soon she was clutching his arm and sharing the umbrella as they walked quickly back to his trailer.

The trailer was warm, the coffee hot, and the breakfast was excellent. Becky enjoyed Brandon's quiet efficiency. He was polite, attentive, and a good listener. She felt comfortable in his presence. He was everything her former boyfriends and especially her father were not. Over the next hour, Becky told Brandon about how she had moved to Palm Springs after her mother had died to look after her father. He was partially paralyzed by a stroke and a recovering alcoholic. At the best of times, she described him as possessively cantankerous. At the worst of times, he was down right mean. When she finished talking about her father, Becky took another sip of her coffee and glanced at her watch. It was almost 7 AM.

Oh Brandon, I'm sorry, but I must be going. Dad will be getting up and I have to make him breakfast. I must not break the routine, you know. Becky rose slowly from the table. Brandon preceded her to the door. He opened it, peaked out, and stepped down.

No one's around. It's safe. He said in a teasing voice.

Don't mock me, please. I've had a wonderful morning. It's just that Father...

She did not finish her sentence. As she stepped down from the trailer, she appeared to slip. Brandon moved quickly to catch her. Even through her nylon shell and her nurse's uniform he could feel the warm outline of her breasts as his hands gripped her chest to break her apparent fall. Brandon felt her body press against his and her arm clung to his shoulder for a moment longer than necessary. Brandon did not mind and savored the smell of her perfumed hair.

Flustered and perplexed, Becky broke away. Sorry...thank you. She turned and walked into the rain.

Tomorrow? he called out. Becky just turned, looked at him, smiled, and hurried down the path to the park and her car.

The next morning Brandon was waiting for her in the park parking lot. The winter rain had not let up. The morning was cold and blustery. She quickly climbed into the waiting pick-up. They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast at a nearby Denny's. Their date ended back in the parking lot with a kiss on the cheek and an agreement to meet the following morning.

It was Becky's last day of the shift and she looked forward to seeing Brandon. It had been a tough night. Two patients had died. It had been an emotionally exhausting. One of the patients had been the same age as her father. She was early and waited impatiently in the park parking lot. Relief filled her mind when the truck appeared.

Good morning, beautiful, greeted her as she climbed into the truck.

I feel anything but beautiful, she said as she settled into the seat and began to describe her shift. I'm so tired, Becky mumbled and leaned across the console to snuggle against Brandon and rest her right hand lightly on his thigh. In the 10 minutes that it took to drive from the park to the trailer, Brandon became thoroughly aroused. He could not hide the bulge in his pants. Nevertheless Becky did not seem to notice or care. She appeared to be daydreaming as she continued to softly stroke his thigh.

The truck came to a stop in the parking spot by the trailer. Becky slowly raised her hand to Brandon's chin, turned his face to hers, and kissed him full on the lips. Then she traced her tongue across his lips and in a soft voice said, Can we go inside?

Brandon held open the trailer door and bid Becky inside. The smell of fresh brewed coffee welcomed them. Would you like a cup of coffee? Brandon inquired as he placed their jackets over the backs of the dining area chairs to dry.

No, I need to be held, and hugged, and... Becky did not finish her sentence she just molded herself into Brandon's chest and let his arms envelope her. Brandon's hands slowly massaged her back.

That feels so good, she purred. Encouraged Brandon's fingers rubbed the back of her neck and his thumbs caressed the sides of her breasts as he moved his hands up and down her back. Becky sighed and pushed herself even harder against him. Emboldened, Brandon's hands cupped and squeezed Becky's ass. Through the thin cotton medial scrubs, he could feel the outline of her panties that covered her firm buttocks. She ground her stomach against his hardness. Brandon almost came at that moment. He gently pushed her head back, bent down, and kissed her. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Brandon found himself naked on his bed staring up at Becky. She was wearing only a white cotton bra, and matching panties. The thin material did little to hide her assets. Voyeuristically displayed were the outline of her hard nipples and the shadow of her pubic hair. He marveled at her tight athletic body. She knelt on the bed beside him. Paralyzed by her beauty, he lay there frozen in a state of obvious arousal. Becky looked at him. Her eyes blazed with lust as she pushed him back flat on the bed. Let me give you a massage. You obviously need some special attention and I need to... Her words died away as she quickly removed her bra. Brandon's eyes were transfixed on her breasts. Becky noticed and was pleased. He reached out to touch them but she swept his hands back, turned, and looked at his quivering cock. There was a large drop of precum building on the tip. With a wanton smile on her face, Becky reached out with an extended finger she scooped up the precum as it began to trickle down Brandon's cock. She then ran the finger across her tongue. The sensual sight almost made Brandon cum. Then Becky began to gently rub his stomach with her fingertips and tease his rampant cock. She kissed its head. The warmth of her mouth enveloped his shaft and Brandon was in heaven.

The steady rhythm of her hand up and down his cock increased. Her tongue vibrated on his tip while her teeth grazed against the lip of his glans. When her fingers cupped his balls, he tensed. She stopped. Oh no, no. Not yet, my sweet man.

With a few deft motions, Becky removed her panties, straddled his chest, and presented her pussy to his lips. Her musk filled his nostrils. Brandon clasped and separated the firm globes of her ass. His thumbs gently brushed across her glistening pussylips and circled her anal rosebud. Becky gasped and pushed back against his face. Brandon's tongue explored deep inside her. Becky's mouth once again surrounded Brandon's cock. The erotic tension grew within each of them. They climaxed together.

Brandon woke. He found Becky curled up in his arms. A quick glance at the clock filled him with panic. It was almost 8:30. Becky, Becky, sweetie, wake up. Its almost 8:30.

A tired Becky burrowed deeper into his chest. Its OK. I told Dad I was going shopping this morning. Besides, he has physiotherapy. The hospital sends a driver to pick him up. I look forward to these days especially when they coincide with my days off... and this, she growled, ...My good man, is a day off! She moved her hand down Brandon's stomach towards his limp dick. He in turn gently raised her head towards his. Their lips met. A tentative, exploring kiss soon turned into one of deep passion. Their tongues intertwined. Brandon's fingers found her breasts and began to rub and pinch her hardening nipples. She moaned.

Becky's hands surrounded Brandon's dick. She stroked it slowly with one hand while the thumb of the other thumb played with the precum that now flowed freely from the tip. Brandon thrust against the pressure of her hands. She liked how this man responded to her touch, his shy gentleness, and most of all how he wanted to please her. The warmth radiated from between her legs and she felt her wetness. She felt Brandon's urgency growing too. Becky broke the kiss.

You wouldn't have any protection lying around here, would you?

Condoms? Brandon replied with a quizzical look.

Yes, that's what I mean. I want you inside me, Becky said as she continued to stroke his cock.

Yaa...there should be some in this drawer, sputtered Brandon as he stretched to reach for the drawer in the nightstand. I bought them a couple of years ago when I... his voice dropped off. Brandon didn't want to say, ...When I first saw you.

He dropped the box on the bed between them. It has not been opened! exclaimed Becky.

Oh yes, I am quite the stud, said Brandon sarcastically. Look... he stammered.  I haven't had sex...well since before my divorce...and... his embarrassed voice tailed off.

Becky laughed. I know the feeling. I haven't been with a man since I started looking after Dad over eight years ago. But with you, I want to change all that. She began to fumble with the box. He tried to help. By the time they had liberated a condom Brandon was flaccid.

Oh Becky, I'm so sorry. It's just...

She did not let him finish. Oh baby, don't die on me now. Code Blue! We need the Crash Cart! With those laughing words, she straddled Brandon and pushed her pussy into his face. You suck and I'll blow... Her instructions were not lost in the world of warmth that swallowed his cock and smothered his face. Brandon's tongue found Becky's clit. He lapped and sucked eagerly. Brandon felt the passion and urgency growing again in his groin as Becky's feverish actions brought life once again to his cock.

Moments later she was off him, desperately trying to unroll the condom over her lover's now raging dick while Brandon rubbed the sides of his shaft with one hand and tightly squeezed the base with the other. Oh shit, the lip of this thing is caught...There I got it now...Oh I need... I want you inside me...There!...Right there!...Ooohhh...Oh...Oohh... Becky began to ride Brandon. Her eyes closed, an erotic grimace spread over her face, and her breast swung wildly as she rocked back and forth. Brandon thrust against her. Becky moaned, then she panted, and then she screamed as Brandon arched his back and shuddered, his voice joining hers in the sounds of passion.

Jim 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 Jim. 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 Becky's normally lackluster performance between the sheets had definitely improved. Jim 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 Jim, 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? Becky 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. Jim 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.

Becky 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.

Jim 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 Jim 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 Jim and for just a second he stared at the mystical beauty of Mona's gaping hole. Then his eyes flickered to the side. Becky 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 Becky's face. You want it bitch! he said in a harsh voice.

Yes, fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me good. Jim had never heard Becky 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. Becky'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! Becky 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. Becky 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.

Jim watched, his hands and knees shaking, as the man between Becky's legs stiffened and then groaned and obviously came deep into his wife's hole. Jim'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 Becky 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, Jim 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. Jim 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 Becky 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.

Becky wasn't home yet and Jim 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.

Jim, I'm home, she called as she entered the living room.

Jim turned to face her and put on his best poker face as she came in.

Did you get her checkbook all straightened out? Jim 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 Becky's jaw dropped open.

What?

You heard me. Take off your clothes.

Why? Becky 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. Jim's voice rose and became harsher and he saw Becky suck in a sharp breath.

Honey, I, I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it. Becky'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. Jim 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.

Jim was almost surprised when Becky 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 Jim 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 Jim had watched earlier. Obviously she had taken the time to clean herself up.

Lie down on the floor, Jim said forcefully and she obeyed him.

Jim, wha, what are you going to do? Becky 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, Jim was sure he saw some cum deep up inside her.

What are you going to do? Becky asked again, this time with even more of a quiver in her voice.

Jim 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.

Jim? Is everything okay? Becky'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. Jim 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.

Becky's eyes were still wide and her breathing was ragged. Jim 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.

Becky 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 Jim, 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, Becky 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. Becky 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 Becky'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. Jim'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 Jim, don't, you're hurting me. Jim 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, Jim, you know that.

Jim 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!

Becky 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. Becky 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 Jim 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 Jim. Fuck me good. I've been such a bad little slut, fuck me good.

That's better, bitch.

Oh Jim, I love you, fuck me so good, fill me up with your cum, oh please cum in my pussy.

Jim 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 Jim, put your cum into my pussy. Fuck me good Jim, Becky wailed as she felt his sperm filling her pussy.

It slowly ended and Jim'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.

Hey lady, Whatcha doing? Tammy asked Becky over the telephone.

Just cleaning my house. She replied. What do you have in mind?

'There is a costume party tonight at Dan's farm. Everyone is dressing as Trailer Trash. I thought you would like to go.

Becky laughed at the suggestion. Trailer Trash Night Huh? she said with a smile.

Come on it will be fun. You haven't been out in weeks Tammy prompted

Becky knew that most of Dan's friends were bikers and his parties usually turned out to be wild ones.

Ok what time Becky answered grudgingly

Pick me up at 8pm. Wear something slutty cause I will

Becky laughed and said You want to look slutty for Dan. Ok seeya then

Dan was Tammy's on again off again boyfriend who leaves her for a different woman about every other month. Becky finished cleaning her house and walked up stairs to the shower.

After the shower, she looked in her closet for the perfect costume. Her perfect Trailer Trash outfit was her old pair of denim bib overalls and a tube top. After adorning her outfit, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. The old pants had several tears and missing buttons. The sides of the bibs were not able to be buttoned and everyone would see that she was without underwear.

She wanted slutty she said with a smile. The outfit was complete with the three toe rings on each foot and the ankle bracelets.

Becky started her old pickup and drove the short ride to Tammy's home. She walked into Tammy's house and called for her. Tammy ran down the stairs like a school girl.

Nice bathing suit you almost are wearing. Becky said with a smile.

The suit barely covered her nipples and was practically transparent.

It's called a Wicked Weasel. Do you like it? Tammy asked with a gleam in her eye

Girl, you could be arrested for wearing that. Becky replied

Thanks. That's the look I wanted. I have one for you also she replied with a wink.

Tammy looked at what Becky was wearing and said Loose the tube top and the outfit will be perfect

Becky laughed and said Oh so we can share a jail cell together?

Exactly

Becky pulled the tube top off and re-snapped the overalls. The bibs barely covered the nipples. Do you think you should wear something to cover yourself on the way over? She asked Tammy.

I guess so. She ran upstairs and returned wearing a short denim skirt. They walked to the pickup and drove away.

Can we stop for cigarettes? I'm almost out Tammy requested. Becky nodded and pulled into the convenience store. Both women walked into the store to the delight of the pimple faced clerk.

We made his day. Tammy beamed proudly as they sat in the truck and both laughed.

The driveway to Dan's farm was filled with all sorts of trucks and motorcycles. Music could be heard blaring from the back yard. They walked around the back of the house and were amazed at the quantity of people. There was a live band playing. Most of the people were drunk. Dan waved at them and brought over two beers. He kissed Tammy and said

Wow as he saw her bikini top.

There was a topless girl walking around giving our jello shooters filled with alcohol. There was also shots flowing freely throughout the place. They met some old friends and well as some new people. It didn't take long for the women to consume enough alcohol to start loosing their inhibitions.

Becky looked up to see two men with Dan that she had never met. One was a tall tattooed man with long hair pulled into a pony tail. He was wearing a denim vest, jeans and biker boots. The other man was a very tall black man wearing a leather vest and tight jeans. Dan walked over and introduced the men to them. The guy with the ponytail was introduced as Mike and the black was Tom.

She could feel the men eyeing her and it felt exciting. The men sat on each side of her on the porch swing. She was flirting with them as more alcohol was consumed. Tom lit a joint and they shared it.

Mike asked if she wanted to dance. She followed him up to dance. The song was fast and she found herself watching his body as they danced. The next song was a slow one and he reached over and pulled her close. His strong tattooed arms held her tight. His hands were on her hips and she felt his excitement as she was pulled closer. His lips met hers and their tongues were exploring each others mouths. His hands reached inside her pants, groping her ass. A soft moan left her lips.

After the song, she went back over and sat down on the porch swing next to Tom and Mike sat on the other side. After another joint, Mike pulled her closer and began to kiss her. He unsnapped her bibs and allowed them to fall. His hands started pulling and twisting her nipples. Tom then pulled her pants the rest of the way off. Four hands were groping her naked body and she loved it.

She unsnapped Mike's pants and pulled his hardened cock out. As she bent over to taste it, Tom positioned himself behind her. She opened her mouth and took Mike in while she could feel Tom behind her. He plunged himself in her wet pussy and she gagged momentarily. Mike pulled her red hair as she sucked him while Tom fucked her hard and fast. She felt possessed by them. Mike soon filled her throat with his cum and she felt Tom going harder.

Fucking bitch I want to cum inside you. He said.

Fucking bitch, I like the sound of that she thought.

Tom filled her with his cum and she could feel it running down her leg. Bitch, clean my cock Tom ordered.

She turned around and licked him clean. He pulled out and made her lay on the grass.

Make yourself cum slut Tom ordered.

She lay back onto the ground and her right hand started pulled her nipple while her left began massaging her clit. Tom watched intently as she masturbated.

oh Fuck Yes Yes Mmmm she cried out as the orgasm hit.

She opened her eyes to see Mike walking toward her. He said. Put this on. We're leaving.

He threw the other wicked weasel bikini at her. She knew this outfit would not be proper for being in public but didn't care. As she walked around the front of the house, she saw that Tammy was in Dan's Suv . She sat in the backseat. She was flanked by Tom and Mike. The men attached collars and leashes to each woman. The SUV pulled out of the drive and she felt hands groping her willing body.

The driver pulled into the National Bar; a well known biker bar. Tom led them into the bar by their leash. The floor of the smoke filled bar was littered with dirt, ashes, cigarette butts and spit. Several of the patrons watched them as they were paraded through the bar. She was on display as his toy; she felt so decadent. They led her into the back room and there were several bikers there.

What you got there Tom? a middle aged biker asked

We got us some fine sluts that need fucked, Tom answered.

Is that so? the man asked.

yep, tell him bitch and he pulled Becky's hair.

I'm a slut that likes to fuck she said looking down.

Tom ripped her top off and said Lookee at these tittees. She likes em pulled

He twisted her nipple and smacked her ass. She moaned. The others gathered around. She could Tammy getting the same treatment. Her body was bent over a small table and her arms and legs tied to the table legs. While her naked body was on display, the patrons took turns invading her pussy and ass with beer bottles, cue sticks and fingers. Men lined up in front of her mouth as well.

It all seemed like a dreamas the men called her names while fucking her three orifices. Her body seemed to be on a perpetual orgasm. Guys spilled beer on her as a joke. The truth was that she liked being treated like this. She was soon pulled off the table and dropped on the dirty floor. She looked over and saw that Tammy was next to her. She looked up and saw that the guys were circled around she and Tammy. They started masturbating. She and Tammy were in a circle jerk. She soon felt the hot semen hitting their bodies. It was in their hair, face and stomach.

One of the guys said, Make em eat each other out She had never been with another woman.

Tom yelled at her, Bitch, clean her cunt out.

Becky rolled over and found her face between Tammy's legs. She lowered her mouth and tasted the semen. She began to lick at her. Becky could hear Tammy's groans. Tammy's legs squeezed her head as the orgasm hit. She could hear the men laughing. Mike reached over with his foot and gently pushed her off Tammy.

Get the fuck out of here sluts. They were led to the front door and pushed outside, completely nude.

Girlfriend, you look like shit Becky joked at Tammy.

Tammy laughed and said I told you it would be fun

The walk to Becky's truck was only a few blocks but seemed an eternity as they feared seeing a car or worse yet a policeman. They made it to the truck and drove to Tammy's house. Tammy asked her to come in to clean up. After a hot shower and a cup of tee, Tammy walked over to Becky and said

You know You made me feel so good I would love to repay the favor. Becky smiled and took Tammy's hand as they walked upstairs.

I'd always been attracted to hands. Big, muscular hands, pulsing veins and red scars as proof that he was a hard worker before he went to work hard on me. When I saw him in the class I was taking, as I watched him tapping his hands on the desk beside me, I knew he would be the one. In addition to his big, used hands, he was tall, athletic, moderately good looking, shaved head, and totally not my type. Plus he was easily fifteen years younger than me. Perfect.

I am married. Married for thirteen years. Happily. But I wanted to fuck another guy. Bad. I didn't consider it to be an act of unfaithfulness. I wasn't looking for love, I just wanted a good hard pounding from a dick attached to a guy I didn't know. What can I say...it isn't my fault women don't reach their prime until they are in their thirties. I wanted to capitalize on it.

As the class wound down and we were dismissed for the last time, I stopped him in the parking lot, made a little small talk, stalling as the cars vacated the lot. I finally got up the nerve and asked if he was interested in a no-strings-attached fuck. The look of shock on his face was immediately replaced by one of sheer joy and anticipation.

Yes. I saw movement in the crotch of his pants.

Do you have somewhere we can go?

He thought for a moment and said, Follow me.

I got into my car and drove behind him for forty-five minutes, ending up in the parking lot of an auto body shop. I parked beside him, opened my door and he took my hand, leading me to the corner of the property. There, in the grass and hidden among some trees, stood an RV. He took keys from his pocket and with shaky hands, unlocked the door.

After you.

I stepped into the tiny house on wheels, the stale, humid air surrounding me, stealing my breath. Beads of sweat instantly formed on my neck. I turned to leave, but came face to face with him, his stubbly head, his timid smile, his ever hardening dick and I walked into the trailer. I wouldn't grow a conscience now.

He hurried about the cramped space, opening windows, turning on the generator and then the air conditioning. He switched on some music, bluesy music, and poured himself a whiskey, which he drank in one gulp.

Want one? He offered.

I waved it off. His version of foreplay, I assumed.

I sat on a bench on one side of the Formica table, he sat on the other. Having some forethought, hoping he'd say yes, I'd worn my tight, low-waisted jeans, which I believed showed off my best traits---flat stomach, long legs and wide hips. The shirt I'd chosen was tight as well, offering a peek of my belly button. I slipped off my flip flops and put my feet up on the table. He nervously took my feet in his hands and massaged them, pulling on my toes, cracking them. Goosebumps traveled from my feet all the way up my arms. I lifted my foot and placed my big toe in his warm mouth and he began to suck long and steady. The front of my jeans soaked through.

He was twenty-two. I was fifteen years old when he was born. I thought this would be a turn off for him, but it had the opposite effect. I thought you were in your twenties. You have three kids? You're fucking amazing. And the wetness spread.

I slid up onto the table, sitting on it, inches from his face. I was sure he could smell the sex bleeding through my jeans. I placed my hands on his rough, stubbly head, closed my eyes, then leaned forward and licked his bristly pate.

Your shaved head turns me on.

He moaned as I stroked from his forehead to as far back as my tongue could stretch in long, deliberate licks.

I sucked on my index finger then ran it across his lips. He shifted on the seat. I guided his face toward my cunt, and taking the hint, he put his mouth on the front of my jeans. I moaned and leaned my head back. He bit at me, then slid his hands under my shirt, playing with my breasts which were swollen with anticipation.

He stood and lifted me off the table, carrying me three steps to the bed at the rear of the RV. He laid me on the stark white sheets, unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. He ran his hands along the length of my legs and across my tight stomach, sending shivers up my spine. He undid my bra and rubbed my breasts lightly, pinched and pulled my nipples. His mouth and hands went to my pussy, first on top of my silk panties and then exploring underneath. He stopped abruptly.

You don't shave?

I shook my head and bit my lip. He looked surprised. The teenage girls he had fucked previously must have all shaved their little pink, inexperienced pussies. This was not going to stop us.

Brazenly, I said, I guess you'll have to shave it for me. Even I wasn't sure I meant this.

He shook his head.

I want you to eat me. To do that, you want me to be shaved. Since I'm going to be tied up, I won't be able to do it myself. Therefore, you'll shave for me. I smiled, and like a Pavlovian dog, the wetness between my legs spilled onto his white sheets at the thought of being tied up.

Tied up? His face went bright red but the bulge in his pants grew huge. I, I don't know...

I pointed to his head. You obviously have practice. You must be good at it. I trust you. I stretched my hands above my head, my long, lean body on full display. I knew I was irresistible and he'd do whatever I asked. Just needed a little coaxing. I held my wrists there for him to bind. Find something for my wrists, I instructed.

He walked away and I heard rustling noises in the front of the trailer. He came back with two neckties. OK?

I nodded and whimpered. He knelt on the bed, hovering over my body, securing me to the bedposts. I dug my heels into the bed. The thought of being helpless while his hands wielded a steel blade on my tender, pink flesh drove me insane. Oh, god.

He tugged at his work and, satisfied that I couldn't free myself, he ran his tongue from my neck to my clit, then stuck his hand in the front of his pants to adjust his rock hard dick. He poured water from a gallon jug on the kitchen table into a small cup and rummaged around in the bathroom for a disposable razor. I don't have any shaving cream. Are you sure?

No.

Too bad, he said.

He was learning.

He placed his wet, thick tongue on my throbbing pussy and I grabbed fistfuls of sheets. For lubrication, he said.

He took the razor to me gingerly, biting his lip and squinting in concentration with each precise stroke, his hand quivering. He started on one side and drew the cold metal up toward my belly in one jagged pull. It hurt like hell, burning like a million little bee stings. He rinsed the razor in the cup of water and started on the other side. The cold water made the blade feel like a singular attack on my pussy. With each stroke, his confidence grew and he moved more swiftly, seeming to enjoy his work. I watched helplessly as the coarse, curly hairs were methodically removed from my body by his increasingly capable hands. The whole ordeal lasted twenty minutes, twenty excrutiatingly wonderful minutes, interrupted only by kisses to my lips, both the ones on my face and the ones he was shaving. I resisted the urge to free my wrists from their bondage. Still, through the pain, the wet spot on his sheets around my sex grew larger and larger.

When he was mercifully through, he stood and admired his work. Perfect, he said, and he slapped it with an open palm, a tiny pink imprint left in its wake. I winced. I was able to lift my head off the sheets just enough to admire his handiwork. He had left a thin strip in front, in the shape of a V, but otherwise I was clean and smooth. Small beads of blood formed in the most tender places. Tears welled in my eyes.

Does it hurt?

I nodded. Pleasure and pain.

He moved slowly toward me, his tongue dancing as he lapped at the blood on my newly shaved pussy. I'm sorry, he whispered.

He sucked on me, licking my clit in slow, glorious strokes, finger fucking me with first one finger, then two, then three. I wriggled on the bed, lifting my hips, begging him to use his mouth. He placed his hot tongue on my clit and moved it in a circular motion, then exhaled hot air into my open, waiting cunt. He thrust his tongue in and out of my dripping pussy. When I came, I came hard and fast, my legs shaking uncontrollably, my feet stretched and pushing against the bed, my wrists still painfully secured above my head. He licked and lapped at my cum until I lay flat on the bed, gasping for breath.

He moved toward my face, stopping to lick my belly, to kiss my neck, his hands all over me. You have an amazing body, he said as he rubbed his rough head over my taut stomach. He hovered over my face forever, looking at me. Finally he stuck his tongue in my mouth, probing and sucking. He reached up and released my wrists. My hands went to his head immediately, feeling his clean, shaved surface, running over it gratefully. I moved my hands from his head to my cunt, feeling my own clean, shaved surface, running over it gratefully.

You like? He asked.

I purred.

I placed my hand on the front of his jeans, bulging with his erect cock. I unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, letting them drop onto the floor. I knelt before him on the carpet and guided him to stand in front of me.

He stood before me still in his boxers, which were tented by his hard dick. I tugged at them until they fell around his ankles and his penis wagged in my face. I took it into my warm soft mouth and slid the shaft in agonizingly slowly until it hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He moaned low and deep and grabbed a handful of my hair. I slid it out, smoothly in one long pull. He closed his eyes, grabbed onto the dresser, leaned back and swore. Mother fucker.

Indeed.

I grabbed his hot, full balls in my hand and caressed them, slid his cock back into my throat, and squeezed his ball sac---hard. He squealed. In and out, in and out, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, until he grabbed my hair and pulled me back until only the tip of his penis remained in my willing mouth.

In a barely audible whisper he begged, I can't hold it.

I slammed my face down on his cock in that instant and he came so hard that it hit the back of my throat like a bullet, hot and bitter. I was forced back, my knees burning against the carpet. I struggled not to swallow the mouthful he offered---I had other plans. I gently released his dick from my mouth and he groaned and tipped backward.

I stood before him and put my mouth on his, pressing my naked body against him. I kissed him hard with my full mouth closed, and then tried to push my tongue through his clamped lips. His face froze. His whole body froze. I realized immediately that he'd never tasted his own milky hot cum. That wouldn't do. I fought against him as he resisted my lips, my probing tongue. I grabbed his balls again and he clenched. I increased my pressure until the pain was too great and he gave in, his eyes closed while he stood on tip toes. He accepted my tongue and I stroked his neck like a dog until he swallowed, then he moved his tongue into my mouth for more. We shared the juices of his manhood, slurping and sucking until I felt his cock grow hard against my thigh again.

Now what? He whispered.

I shrugged.

I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.

Saying nothing, I bent over the tiny Formica table in the kitchen. My impossibly long legs were stretched and toned as I stood on the balls of my feet, inviting him into my hole. My small breasts were aroused and shown in the moonlight like two perfect peaks. I turned my freshly shaved pussy in his direction so that he could once again admire his work, the smell of sex filling the tiny trailer, my hair pulled back from my face. I pinched each of my nipples until they were firm and pink, and beckoned him with my index finger.

He stood behind me, his dick rubbing against my tight asshole, his fingers exploring both of my holes. I knew he wasn't ready for any ass action, but I would be satisfied with his hard cock filling my pussy. We could do more next time.

He slipped three fingers from one hand into my pussy while the other hand worked my clit in tight, hard circles. He pressed hard and pushed over and over as I threw my head back and cried out, my hair spilling across my shoulders. The wet dripped from me and he leaned down more than once to lick it from my thighs. When I was about to cum, when I stood on tiptoes and moaned, he pumped me full of his long, erect cock, slamming my legs into the Formica table, bruising them. Over and over he pushed his dick farther and farther into me, lifting me off the floor, until we both came, our bodies trembling in unison.

He pulled himself out of me and I sat before him on the shaggy red carpet to clean the cum from his dick with my mouth. In return, he ate me one last time, kneeling before me as I had knelt before him, my swollen pussy pulsing and begging. He slapped my clit, licked my shaved pussy and finger fucked me. Unbelievably, I came one last time.

Are you sure you're somebody's mother? He asked as he lay back on the bed, his beautiful abs glistening in sweat.

I looked for my underwear, but couldn't find it. I didn't fucking care. I nodded. I paused as I pulled my jeans up over my brand new pussy to admire it. How was I going to explain that to my husband?

I am. I am three somebody's mother.

You're the best fuck I ever had.

I slipped my shirt over my head and held my bra in my hand, turning the door knob to leave.

Wait. He called.

I stopped.

If you give me a few minutes, I think I can go again.