Kenny puts Zeke’s plan in motion and stakes his claim to Katie’s favors while Harry feels put upon when Wendy invites her friend Sara to join them for pizza.
Note from Art: This will be seven chapter series. Hope you enjoy.
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Harry woke to the most pleasant sensation of getting his dick sucked. “Ya really like sucking dick, don’t ya, darlin’? Ya know, if ya mama catches ya here doin’ dis, Ah could go to jail.”
“I won’t tell.”
“Dat’s not what Ah’m a worrying on.”
“Mama didn’t come home. I told you that.”
“But if she does and finds ya here…”
“Shhhh, I wanna see if I can make you cum again.”
“Oh lordy…Ah’m in heaven gettin’ sucked by an angel!”
Try as she might, she couldn’t make him cum. She did get a rise, but nothing to help stimulate her tits to grow.
The slamming of a car door outside brought a halt to the extended fellatio.
“Yer mama! She’s home!” Harry cried out in alarm.
They both froze and strained to hear what was happening outside. The grinding of gravel under tires faded and Harry heard the faint sound of Katie’s door closing. “Ah better get up and get dressed fer work. Ya better git some clothes on and go git in my spare bed. If she comes over lookin’ fer ya, we’ll tell her ya got scared and slept here. Now git up! Git up, damn it!”
“You still taking me to Chuckie-Cheese?”
“Ah, shit… Do we hav’ta?”
“You promised! A deal is a deal!”
“Yeah, yeah, yer right. Sure, Ah’ll take ya. Ah always keeps mah promises. Axe anybody.”
Katie went straight to the shower to clean the night’s grime and semen from her body. Finishing, she wearily went straight to bed without ever checking up on her daughter.
Wendy was thrilled to see her friend Sara at the bus stop that morning. Sara had been absent all week, having gone with her mother to take care of her sick grandmother.
“It’s the best thing ever!”
“What?”
“Doin’ it,” she whispered.
“Doing what?” asked her friend.
“You know, doin’ it. Having sex!”
“You are kidding! Aren’t you?... Oh, my gawd! You didn’t! When, who, where, how’d it feel?”
“It feels wonderful. Now I know why mama likes it so much,” she sniggered.
”Tell me, tell me! When?”
“First time was day before yesterday. Then all night last night.”
“All night?”
“Yeah… all night,” giggled Wendy.
“Who?”
“Well, I can’t…”
“You can tell me,” reassured Sara.
“No, I promised I wouldn’t tell.”
“Where did you do it?”
“At home.”
“Where was your mama?”
“Working. Got a new job. Works all night.”
“Doing what?”
“Hostess.”
“Hostess?”
“Yeah. Zeke got her the job.”
“Okay, now tell me…. What’d you do?”
“Well, did’ja know that a guy’s cum can make your tits bigger?”
“What’s cum?”
“White stuff that comes out of his thang… can make you pregnant. It can also make your tits grow.”
“No!”
“Yeah, it’s true. Rub a little on your breasts and it’s like fertilizing them.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but better than that, if you swallow some…”
“Yewwww!”
“It was kinda gross at first,” explained Wendy. “But, hey, it’s not pee! It’s the stuff guys make in their balls to get a girl knocked up. Trust me, it doesn’t taste bad either. In fact, I think it tastes pretty good.”
“What did you do? You didn’t suck… Oh, my gawd!”
“Yup. It’s fun! And guys, guys are all different.”
“What do you mean by different?”
“Their thangs, you know, their penises, they’re all different.”
“Different? How?”
“Different sizes… you know, just different.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know; believe me, I know.”
“Oh my god, Wendy! You had sex with two guys.”
“Nope! Three!”
“Three! Oh, my gawd! Who? Who? C’mon tell me who!”
“I can’t tell you that, but I will tell this… I did it with two guys last night.”
“At the same time?”
“Yup.”
“What did you do? You didn’t let them… stick it in you.”
“Yes, and it’s the best feeling in the world, like you’re having a heart attack or sumptin’! But you don’t die, you just feel so wonderful. You gotta try it, Sara.”
“I don’t know. Mama said I should save myself.”
“Save yourself for what?”
“Someone special. Someone who’ll marry me and take me to California or to Florida.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m not saving nuttin’ if you know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t know.”
“Well, let me try to explain how it feels. I tell ya, Sara, screwing is the best ever!”
Kenny set about his business, logging in a few late checks and wondering if they were any good. The dull aching in his balls distracted him from his work. The ache was a constant reminder that there was a new slut in his trailer park, a new slut to fuck, and a very young slut at that. His mind wandered thinking back on the last evening’s unexpected entertainment.
“She loves it,” he mused, “just like her mama.” Gazing out the window of the trailer park office, his mind focused on the image of the near hairless girl, squirming as he and Harry fucked her over and over again until neither of them could get it up again.
His revere was broken by the arrival of the propane truck to fill his main tank. Then there were phone calls to make or take, and the cable guy had to be directed to the new couples’ trailer at the end of the third row. Before he knew it, it was lunchtime.
Ambling over to his trailer, he thought of the new couple. He was thin and gaunt with a hawk-like nose. She was fat, very fat and he wondered what he saw in her. Then thinking of the gaggle of little kids, he chuckled as he realized what the guy saw in her. “What a pig,” he scowled, “but the kids are cute. Sullen, but cute.” He tried to picture the wife naked, and shuddered. “Still, I wonder…”
Sitting down at the table, he demanded, “Woman! Where’s my lunch!”
“I’m coming, I coming! I only got two hands ya know.”
“And two nice tits!”
“Be good!” admonished his common-law wife of four years.
“Why should I?” he laughed as he goosed her.
Nora placed the plastic plate with a pressed-ham sandwich with a slice of American cheese down before him.
“Want some chips?”
“Sure, got any Fritos?”
“No, but we do have potato chips.”
“Fine. Potato chips will be fine. Oh, and how ‘bout a Coke?”
“No Cokes, but we do have some Fantas.”
“What flavors?”
“Orange, strawberry, maybe a lemon-lime.”
“G’me the orange.”
As Nora fetched her man a soda he looked her over thinking, ‘Hmmmm , getting a bit sloppy lookin’, but she’s still a good cook and knows how to iron. Good with keeping the books straight too.’ His thoughts wandered back to this afternoon’s business, particularly his coming visit to see Katie. “After lunch, I need you to watch the office. I gotta make a few calls to some late tenants.”
“Sure, honey. How long will you be?”
“I dunno. As long as it takes.”
The pounding on the door wakened Katie from a fitful sleep. She looked over at her alarm clock and saw nothing but a blank display. The pounding continued. Rising from bed, she slipped on a robe and called out, “Alright! Alright! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Slipping into the bathroom to splash her face with water, she flicked on the light, but nothing happened. She clicked it a few more times to no avail. “Oh, damn! Zeke said he paid the ‘lectric! Damn him!”
The pounding resumed. “Okay! Okay!” Opening the door she saw Kenny glowering.
“Hi, Kenny. What’s the matter?”
“Your rent! That’s what’s the matter!”
“Zeke said he paid you.”
“Paid me with a bad check he did. Bank just called. They’re gonna charge me thirty bucks for his hot check! Where is he?”
“I dunno, Kenny. Work, I guess.”
“Well, passing a bad check of that size is a felony. Did ya know that?” Katie shook her head. “Damn! I guess he’ll be coming home soon. When he does, ya tell him to bring me cash, or I’ll call the cops! Cash for the rent and fifty bucks cash to cover my bank charges!”
“Fifty? I thought you said it was thirty dollars.”
“Twenty for my troubles.”
“Well, I don’t think he’s coming back.”
“Wadda ya mean?”
“We had a fight. I threw him out.”
“Well, in that case ya owe me!”
“I don’t have the money, Kenny! I…”
“Ya want to explain that to the cops?”
“Cops?”
“Yeah. It’s your rent! In the eyes of the law, you’re just as responsible as Zeke.”
“Kenny!”
“Don’t Kenny me,” he growled. “We go back, way back Katie, but ever since Zeke moved in, well, ya’ve been different.”
“I’m sorry, Kenny, I…”
“Cut me off! That’s what ya did! After everything I’ve done for ya over the years. Ya know, I outta just throw your sorry ass out of here and be done with ya!”
“Oh please, Kenny, please don’t…”
“Tell ya what,” he said taking on a conciliatory tone, “I’m a reasonable man and hate to see a woman suffer.” Reaching out he tugged at the collar of her robe, opening her robe just enough to see a little flesh. “Seeing that Zeke’s not coming back, well… maybe we can… fix things. What d’ya say? How ‘bout we… work something out.”
“Sure thing, Kenny. Look, I need to get some sleep, can you come back later?”
“Do I look stupid? I’ve been thinkin’ of pussy all morning and you’re just the one to satisfy me, as a down payment.”
“Okay, okay… Look, come on in and…” Kenny brusquely pushed his way in. Pushing her against the dinette table he roughly pulled the robe off her shoulders. “You’re good looking slut, Katie and I like ya, like ya a lot, always have. I respect ya too, I sure do, raising a child all by yourself, but from now on, I get it when I want it! Understand? No excuses. No more Miss Uppity. Now, I ain’t got all damned day and I do need a fuckin’, so on your knees, whore and get to suckin’!”
Kenny roughly pushed Katie to her knees. She knew what was expected and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to pull his cock out. She began by licking around his hairy scrotum; Kenny always liked that, especially when the licking was taking place on the backside of his balls and near and over his asshole. Katie sucked in each testicle, gently rolling and massaging the familiar gonads with her tongue. With practiced skill and without ever really touching his penis, Katie had his full seven inches as hard as steel.
As much as Kenny was enjoying her oral ministrations, Katie was getting aroused herself, aroused by the heady scent of a man’s genitalia. She felt the familiar moisture building between her legs as her vaginal nectar began to drool. Despite the tenderness from the big-dick fuckings she’d received the night before, her pussy began to tingle in anticipation of the joy of being filled once again with a demanding, hard pounding cock.
Mouthing his purple glans, she eagerly lapped up under his foreskin, greedily licking up the smegma that was the remains of his earlier couplings with her daughter. Kenny’s hands gripped her bleached blond hair and pulled her head forward, fucking her face on his dick, ramming his cock down her throat. The feel of her throat muscles tightening and squeezing around his cock was an incredible sensation, a sensation he had sorely missed since Zeke had arrived. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he hissed. “Swallow it, you fuckin’ tramp, swallow!”
Katie struggled to pull off enough to catch a breath, but he held her fast. Desperation turned into panic as Katie realized that he was deliberately choking her, choking her with his dick. Her vision grayed as her brain became progressively starved of life giving oxygen. Next thing she knew, she was sprawled out on the floor, pins and needles were stabbing at her brain as she came to.
Gazing down at her prostrated figure, Kenny noticed the condom lying on the floor next to him. His first thought was that she’d been fucking some guy earlier, but then remembered that it was the rubber he’d discarded, just before he fucked Wendy for the first time. Quickly he scooped up the dry rubber and looking around, found the one that Harry had put on and then discarded. Casually he tossed the abandoned condoms into the kitchen trash.
Katie sat up, expecting blows or some other punishment. Kenny glared down at her, “Whenever I want. Whatever I want. Understand?”
“Yes, Kenny, yes. Whatever you want, Kenny, but please don’t hit me. I have to work and I can’t have…”
“Have I ever hit you?”
He had, many times, but he was always drunk at the time. This was different and she was careful to answer, “Not when you were sober.”
“I don’t ever remember hitting you.”
“Okay, forget it. Okay?”
“Stand up!”
Katie struggled to her feet, her head now throbbing with a headache. As soon as she was standing, Kenny grabbed her robe and stripped it off in one motion. “I like ya naked! Ya know that, don’t ya?”
“Yes, I know, I know. Just don’t hit me, please.”
“I ain’t gonna hit ya… I’m gonna fuck ya! Get yer ass up on the table! That’s it. Now spread’em out like the whore ya are!”
Kenny grabbed Katie by the hips and pulled her forward until her ass was almost hanging off the table. He jacked his dick a few times, grinning at the young woman who he had fucked regularly ever since she had turned into her teens. Getting nice and stiff, he stepped up and ran his cock into her sloppy cunt.
“Goddamn, Katie! What’ve ya been do’n? Fuckin’ donkeys? Hell, I’m rattin’ around in ya like a pea in a milk jug! Shit! Did Zeke do dis to ya? Bastard’s got a giant pecker, does he? So that’s why ya liked him so damned much.”
“Kenny, I, I…”
Kenny pulled out of her loose snatch and ran his entire hand into her pussy.
“Goddamn! I don’t fuckin’ believe it! My whole god-damned hand! Shit! You’re ruined!”
“I’ll be okay in a few days.”
“Like hell ya will!”
“Look, babies are bigger than any man’s dick. I got screwed last night by a big, big fella. I’ll be okay. A girl’s pussy can stretch and then snap back.”
“Ya ain’t snapped back yet, that’s for sure… Shit! Guess I’ll just butt fuck ya! Rollover! C’mon, whore, spread those ass checks!” Kenny ran his cock up her loose ass and humped away. “Oh yeah, that’s better. Not by much, but it is better.”
Up in his backhoe, Zeke checked his watch. “Only two thirty?” he muttered. It was the first day of really good weather since the last front creeped through and they were behind on schedule. He’d been at the worksite before dawn and he’d work until sunset, then he’d be back before dawn tomorrow. He’d be repeating that schedule until the next round of bad weather rolled in, predicted for later next week.
Just as Kenny was leaving Katie’s trailer she said, “Kenny, the power is out.”
“I’ll check on it for ya,” he said magnanimously as he lit up a smoke. “I know how to jury rig it and get around the power company. Then I’ll give’em a call, and take care of it for ya. See ya later, Katie.”
“I’m sorry Kenny, I…”
“Just do somethin’ about it, will ya? Hell, if nuthin’ else, you’re still a good cocksucker.”
“Sure, just give me a few days.”
Kenny stepped out into the bright sunshine and went to the fuse box on the backside of the trailer and pushed main cutoff switch back to the on position.
By the time he got back to the office, Nora had finished the books and cleaned up the place.
“There you are,” she said cheerily. “Finished the books and straightened up for you. Do you ever empty an ashtray? Now I need to run to the grocery. Need anything?”
“Yeah. I’m playing cards tonight. Pick me up a six pack, some peanuts and a carton of smokes.”
“I didn’t know you were playing cards tonight. I thought that maybe we’d…”
“Now you know!”
“You don’t have to get mean. Shoot! Well, if you ain’t gonna be home, maybe I’ll go out myself.”
“Suit yourself, Nora. Just have my dinner ready at six.”
“Yes, your highness!”
“Don’t get smart with me, woman.”
“How’d you like Hamburger Helper with shit for supper?”
“Okay, okay. Will you please have dinner ready by six?”
The school bus stopped and a dozen kids piled out. Kenny saw Wendy stepping out of the bus followed closely by Sara. Rubbing his crotch, he watched the two young girls as they walked together towards Sara’s trailer with salacious interest.
The late afternoon passed slowly. With passing interest, Kenny noticed Harry’s wrecker driving into Shady Acres. Katie saw him too and as he pulled up to his trailer, she came out to greet him dressed for work.
“Oooo weee! Don’t ya look good nuff to eat!” her potbellied neighbor exclaimed.
“I gotta favor, Harry,” she said with pleading eyes. “My car. It died last night at work. Could you be a dear and take me to work and pick up that piece of crap?”
“Uh, sure Katie, Ah guess. Ya gonna need a ride home tonight?”
“No. I’ll find a ride.”
“Good, cause Ah’ll be asleep then. Ya ready? Then hop in!”
“You’re a dear.”
He was just backing out when Wendy and Sara came running out of Katie’s trailer.
“Where are you going?” Wendy asked breathlessly.
“Ah gots ta take yur mama ta work and pick up dat old car of hers.”
“Can we come?”
Katie tried to signal ‘no’ but Harry answered, “Sure. Git in!”
Four in the bench seat was almost too much, making it a bit crowded. Katie pressed against Harry while he drove, squinting her nose at the ripe odors wafting from him Each time he shifted gears, he pulled the gearshift between her legs and copped a quick feel. Wendy noticed, as did Sara, and the two girls giggled and whispered the whole way to Randy’s Roadhouse.
Pulling into the parking lot, they saw Katie’s beat up junker. Wendy was excited to see where her mother worked and out loud read the sign over the front façade, “Randy’s Roadhouse, Dancing, No Cover, Nude Girls. Nude girls? Mama!”
Katie had never really noticed the sign before and flushed with embarrassment snapped, “Mind your own business, Wendy! It’s the best I can do right now!” Katie saw tears welling up in her daughter’s eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I, I just wish you… Look, if we’re going to eat and have a roof over our heads, then I gotta work and this is the best paying job I’ve ever had.”
“It’s okay, Mama. Really, it’s okay. Harry’s going to take me and Sara to Chuckie-Cheese tonight.”
Harry’s head snapped around at the unexpected announcement.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you, Harry. I’m sure the girls will have a lot of fun.”
“Oh, we will, Mama, we will,” Wendy assured.”
“Uh, yeah,” muttered Harry, his plans for the evening suddenly in a perilous state.
“Thanks again, Harry, I owe you.”
“Ah know,” he said without enthusiasm.
Harry hooked up Katie’s car for a tow and headed back towards his shop. He rode in silence for several minutes, listening to the muffled whispers and muted giggling of the two girls. Finally he had to ask, “Who said anything about me taking both of ya to Chuckie-Cheese?”
“Well, you’re taking me! You promised!” huffed Wendy. “And Sara is spending the night with me… So, you have to take her too!”
‘Spending the night? Ohhh, fuck,’ Harry muttered under his breath, his plans now definitely in tatters.
“That’s okay, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay,” he grumbled.
The girl laughed and whispered while Harry sulked. The ride back to the shop seemed especially long for Harry. His mind tried to think up some excuse to get out of it, but he couldn’t come up with anything. Back at his shop, he opened a service bay and managed to manhandle the derelict car inside. Closing up, he thought of going home and getting a shower, but decided, ‘Fuck it,’ and drove straight to Chuckie-Cheese still stinking from work.
Waiting in line to place their order and get game tokens, the two girls were bubbling over in excitement as they scanned all the games that they were about play. Harry ordered up an extra large pepperoni pizza, two soft drinks and a pitcher of beer for himself. Once he paid his bill, he handed each girl a fistful of tokens. With the squealing laughter that only young girls make, they dashed off to win their fortune in prize tickets.
Lugging his pitcher of beer and three cups, Harry ambled around to find a table. Finding a spot, he sat down to drink and listen for his order number to be called. Sitting there, sipping his brew, Harry noticed that he could smell himself. Then he noticed that even though the place was crowed, no one sat anywhere near him, in fact the people next to him had moved over a few seats. “Fuck’em,” he said to himself.
Music started and the mechanical puppet
show began. Some guy dressed up as a giant rat waved at him. “Fuck ya,” he
muttered in disgust.
Soon his number was called and he retrieved the pizza from the pickup window. Back at the table, he looked around for the girls, but didn’t see them. He wasn’t about to let his pizza get cold, so he pulled out a soggy slice and began munching away. Moments later the girls were back with coils of tickets to be exchanged for prizes. They got their drink cups and dashed off to the self-serve soda fountain.
When they returned they sat across from Harry and dug into the mediocre mess that passed for pizza. Catching a whiff of BO, Sara wrinkled her nose, but otherwise remained ebullient.
“Can we… have… ten dollars… to get… more tokens?” asked Wendy as she wolfed down the gooey pizza.
“Ten dollars?”
“Please…”
Harry was had and he knew it. Digging in his pocket he pulled out a ten-spot. “Sure, why not? Ya girls havin’ fun?”
“Oh, yes!” gushed Wendy accompanied by Sara’s nodding head. “This is the best!”
“Good. Well, Ah needs to git me some more beer. Ah be right back.”
When the daylight had faded and no work could be safely performed, Zeke shut down the backhoe he’d been running since dawn and climbed down from the cab. Wearily he slid behind the wheel of his truck and headed towards the Shady Acres Trailer Park to retrieve the external hard drives of his video equipment. Lenny wanted to see what he had and if it passed muster, post it to his web site.
He knew Katie would be at Randy’s Roadhouse, getting a payday workout and figured that Wendy would be home, and if she was…
Pulling into the trailer park he saw Kenny walking down the lane with a paper sack.
“Hey, Kenny!” he called as he pulled up next to the man.
“Howdy, Zeke. I did just what ya asked me to do. I told Katie your check bounced and that I was calling the cops on her if you didn’t make good.”
“Good. Thanks.”
“Yer welcome.”
Kenny headed off to his poker game and Zeke went to Katie’s trailer. “Damn,” he muttered as he saw the place was completely dark. Letting himself in, he unplugged the two hard drives and plugged in two more. Then after taking a quick shower, he had a few beers waiting to see if Wendy would come home. Finishing off the second beer, he tossed it towards the overflowing trashcan. The bottle rolled off the top and bounced on the vinyl floor.
“Must be staying over at Sara’s,” he reasoned. “Well, fuck it!” Gathering his equipment, he left for Lenny’s apartment.
Harry wandered off for a refill of Coors. When he returned, the girls were off again on their quest for prize tickets and he settled in to drink his second pitcher. He still had half a pitcher remaining when they returned.
“Please…”
Harry fished out another ten.
Twenty minutes later and he had but a few swallows left.
“Please…”
“Dat’s nuff, don’t ya think?”
“Please…” This was costing him a lot more than he’d bargained for, but the sweet plaintiff look was all it really took. Digging deep, he came up with his last five-dollar bill. “Dis is it, ya hear?”
“Thank you, Harry, thank you!”
While they were off gathering their last tickets, Harry reflected that he’d spent nearly fifty bucks in this place with only a bloated feeling to show for it. ‘Damn! Fifty bucks! At Randy’s, that’d buy me a couple of dances or a blowjob.’
Beerless, Harry with a buzz, sat and sat waiting for the girls to finish. He needed to light up a cigar in the worst way, but he knew he’d have to wait until he was outside. The minutes dragged. His heart soared when he saw the girls finally making their way back to the table.
“Ready?”
“No! We gotta count our tickets and then get a prize.”
They counted and counted, then recounted their winnings. Harry was very impressed with the number of tickets they had won, some three hundred seventy three tickets between them.
“Ya girls did good! Ya outta get somethin’ good with dat many tickets.”
The girls gathered their hoard of tickets and made their way to the prize counter. Impatiently Harry waited, growing evermore desperate for a smoke. The girls discussed each and every option before settling on their prize. Wendy and Sara talked to the attendant about what they wanted, then they huddled again.
“Harry, we need four hundred tickets to get what we want.”
“Four hundred? How many more d’ya need?”
“Twenty seven.”
“Well…” Exasperated, Harry dug deep and came up with three bucks. “Dis is all Ah gots.”
“Oh, goody! We can buy tickets for ten cents apiece!” Wendy snatched the crumpled limp bills from Harry hand and returned to prize counter. Soon they were proudly displaying what they had won. Each had a pencil with a gaudy feather glued to it.
“Dat’s it?” Harry said in disbelief.
“Yeah, cool, huh?” gushed Sara.
To be continued...
In Chapter 6, Harry is in a foul mood after taking the girls for games and pizza, but soon discovers that three is not always a crowd.
This will be a seven chapter series.
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