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I said “Good morning” soon as the trailer door opened, before I noticed she was
crying. The woman was so short I first thought her a girl. She was in her
teddy, but she looked up and I saw her tear-stained face was lined and knew she
was older than I had guessed. Then, I saw the outline of a slight bulge on her
belly and realized she might be pregnant. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Can I
be of help?”

“No,” she replied, “there’s nothing that can be done.” She stopped, as if she
couldn’t go on, Then she suddenly lurched forward and grabbed me, putting her
head against my chest. “Damnit to hell! Charlie’s walked out on me!”

I protectively put my arms around her scarcely-covered body. “Who’s Charlie?” I
asked.

“My husband.”

“What happened?”

“This morning was his last day stateside. I almost had it made, but we had sex
and he saw I was pregnant. All hell broke loose. How’d you get knocked up this
time? he wanted to know. He called me a slut and said he was never coming
back.”

She made me feel funny. “Your baby … it isn’t it his?”

“No.”

“You’re sure?”

“Charlie’s worked in the Mid-East for the past ten months. He was over there
when I got knocked up.”

I didn’t know what to say so I just gave her a hug and asked like a dumb
hayseed, “Who’s is it?”

“Damned if I know. It could be any of four … maybe five.”

I must have reacted with shock because she quickly added, “Charlie was right,
you know. I am a slut.”

I caressed her soft body to comfort her. “Have you had anything to eat this
morning?”

She shook her head.

“Then let me take you out to breakfast.”

She shook her head again. “Thanks, but I’d rather you took me to bed.”

I was shocked. “B-But you’re pregnant … and still married.”

She looked up at me and I saw she was a twenty-something woman. “Right now, I’m
hungry for sex.”

I almost laughed but saw she was serious. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Matilda. What’s yours?”

“Will.”

“Take me in to bed, Will, and fuck me.”

“What about Charlie—your husband?”

“You don’t have to worry about him. He’s long gone by now … his overseas flight
left a good hour ago. Please, Will, if you have the time, I’d really enjoy a
quickie.”

“I don’t have a condom, a rubber.”

“That’s okay. I prefer it bareback.”

The invitation, coming from an attractive, scarcely-dressed woman in her early
twenties, was too good to turn down. I moved inside the trailer with her in my
arms. Gently, I closed the door behind us and locked it. Then I let her guide
me through the mobile home to the bed at the back. I saw it was rumpled, still
messed up from last night.

Then, when I glimpsed the cum stain on the sheet, I paused a moment. “Matilda,
are you sure you want this?”

She looked up at me and said, “I’m jangled, Will. I need it bad.”

Her face was too close, her lips almost touching mine. I bent down a bit
further and kissed her. She yielded to me, opening her mouth. I put my tongue
in. It was intimate: a long, slow delicious kiss.

When it ended, I reached down for the hem of her teddy and pulled it up over her
head. That’s when I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties and first saw the
scar that ran from her navel down to her triangle of curly hair.

Matilda must have caught a funny expression on my face. “That scar’s from a
section,” she hastened to explain. “I got it from having my first child, a
boy.”

“What’s happened to him?”

She shrugged. “The guy who knocked me up turned out to be a shit. When word
got around I was pregnant, he said if was my fault and knocked hell out of me.
My family kicked me out of the house. So, when the baby came, I put it up for
adoption to cover expenses.” She looked at me. “Is that going to change your
mind about fucking me?”

“No, I’ve always dreamed of fucking someone like you.”

“Good,” Matilda said and sat down on the bed. She grabbed one of the pillows to
position it under her head, then laid down and put her legs apart. “Take off
your clothes, Will. I’m going to make your dream come true.”

I stripped rapidly. Then, putting one knee on the edge of the bed, I moved over
her. She reached out to welcome me, putting one arm around my neck to pull me
to her and putting the other hand around my prick to guide it into her pussy.
Little Matilda was well experienced and I let her guide me in.

She raised her face up and kissed me as I came down on her. Although I knew she
was someone else’s wife and pregnant with another man’s baby, she gave me the
feeling that it was I who belonged inside her.

“Charlie fucked me this morning before he left. I haven’t had time to wash,”
she apologized.

I was too far gone and too hot to care. “That’s okay,” I said and felt my hard
prick slide into her wet vagina.

Matilda let out a sigh of contentment and put both arms around my neck. To make
it meaningful, I eased down to let most of my weight rest on her, pressing her
body in the mattress. Then I began to move, slowly at first. She matched my
movements, pulling away when I raised up, accentuating the action. I found her
a delightful partner.

I must have said something because she asked, “Will, do you really like the way
I fuck?”

“Very much,” I said. “But I remind you, I’m not wearing a rubber.”

“I’m glad,” she said. “My pussy needs to be fed.”

“I thought it got fed earlier this morning.”

Matilda grinned and pulled me to her. “Will, how many times do I have to tell
you? I’m a slut.”

“My slut.”

“Yes.”

We kissed passionately and I felt myself ready to cum. “Matilda, I’m about to
let go.”

“Shoot, Will. Put it deep inside me.”

I pushed down hard against her pussy and felt myself start spurting. Gobs of
stuff. I didn’t know I had so much in me—I felt myself pumping every drop of it
into poor Matilda.

I shouldn’t have fretted, Matilda liked it. “Oh,” she whispered and closed her
eyes, “it’s wonderful.”

I rolled off her, thinking to let her rest, but it was only a few minutes before
I had a hard-on again. “I’m coming back,” I told her.

She grinned, spread her legs and guided me into her like before. “You know
what?” she asked.

“What?”

“I like you, Will. I wish it was your baby inside me.”

I think I blushed because she quickly added, “Would you mind a slut like me
having your baby?”

“No, really, I’d be flattered,” I said. The idea made me suddenly hot and I let
go of another load inside her.

Again she welcomed my cum. We rested only little before I said, “I’m sorry,
Matilda, but I’m going to have to leave. I have a living to earn. But how
about dinner tonight?”

Matilda grimaced. “Gosh, I’d love to, Will, but I already have a date for
tonight.”

I tried to keep my voice calm and noncommittal. “Oh,” was all I said.

“But, why don’t you come by tomorrow morning … sometime after eight thirty.”

I was puzzled. “After eight thirty?” I asked.

She nodded. “My date will have to go to work tomorrow. He’ll be gone by that
time.”

“Is he one of the possible fathers of your baby?”

She shook her head. “I only met him a few days ago.”

I felt a sharp pang of insane jealousy. “Matilda, you hardly know the guy. You
aren’t going to let him … ?“

“Will, I’ve tried to explain about me. I’m the way I am and can’t help it. I’m
not happy any other way. I’ve tried going without one night stands. When I
did, I felt left out, like I was missing out and life wasn’t worth living. But,
Will, I want you too.”

“Yeah, when you don’t have someone else. Why should I waste my time on another
man’s slut?”

Matilda looked up sharply and stared at me hard, straight in the eye. “I don’t
know, Will. That’s a question you’ll have to answer.”

That did it! She made me so mad I got up and cleaned myself in the bathroom.
When I came out, I threw on my clothes. “Goodbye,” I said as I turned to leave.

Matilda sat up and stretched out a hand. “Will, -“

I didn’t let her finish. I had had enough of Matilda the slut. I stormed out
the door, slamming it behind me.

CHAPTER TWO

I was totally miserable. And horny. Two weeks had passed since I stormed out
of Matilda’s trailer. I was really pissed off at her—then. But only after
trying countless new pieces of ass did I realize how much I missed her.
Finally, I could stand it no longer and drove back to the Pine Grove Trailer
Park.

Turning into Lane C, I saw a pickup truck in front of Matilda’s trailer. Damn
it to hell! I parked at the end of the lane and waited. At ten, when a man
came out and took off, I hurried to take the space he had just vacated. It
humiliated me that I would be taking his place with Matilda in the same manner,
but I‘d come too far to stop. I grabbed the flowers, went up to the door and
knocked.

Matilda answered in her teddy, like before. She took one look at me and
frowned. “Why did you come?”

“I’m back to apologize,” I said and stuck out the bouquet of flowers I’d bought.

She accepted them reluctantly. “It may be too late, Will.”

“What do you mean, may be too late?

“Charlie left the States without paying rent. I’m being evicted for
nonpayment.”

“Oh? When’s that to happen?”

“Today. I’m supposed to be out by tonight.”

“Where are you going?”

Matilda shrugged. “Who knows? My family would never take me back, more than
ever since I’ve gotten myself knocked up again.”

I thought about my apartment and how I might fit her in. “Matilda, you could
come live with me.”

She shook her head. “Thanks, Will, but no. Living with you would cramp my
style. I want to remain free.”

I barely repressed a laugh. “How do you expect to do that?”

“By staying here.”

“You just told me you were being evicted.”

“From this trailer. Maybe some guy down the lane will take me in. Or perhaps
my lovers will come through. I just got another fifty.” She held up a fifty
dollar bill to show me.

“From the guy that drove away?”

She nodded. “I planned to make more phone calls, but I’ve used up all the
minutes on my card. I’ll have to get dressed and go to the office. There’s a
pay phone there.”

“What about me?”

“You walked out on me, Will. Like Charlie did. Now you’re learning what it
feels like.”

“Matilda, I told you, I apologize.”

She continued to look at me coldly.

I took a deep breath and asked, “How much more do you need?”

“Two hundred,” she answered.

I thought about it—hard. I could do it. I had two hundred dollars in the bank,
but it was a lot of money. “That’s more than you’ve gotten from any of your
lovers, isn’t it?”

“They can’t help it!” She turned defensive. “Some of my lovers are older with
important responsibilities, like wives and children. Those who are young are
mostly slaving for minimum pay.”

I knew I was a fool for doing it because there was no telling what I was letting
myself in for. But, I did it anyway. “I’ll tell you what, Matilda,” I said, “I
may be a fool, but I’ll give you the two hundred you need.”

I’m not sure that surprised Matilda but she acted like it did. “You’ve got that
much?”

“I’ll have to get it from an ATM.”

“There’s one in the office at the gate to the park. You’re not being a fool,
Will, you’re being sweet.” I could see Matilda softening. “You really have
missed me, haven’t you?”

“Something terrible.”

“You know what, Will? I think you enjoy me having other lovers.”

I started to ask a question, then realized I was asking it too late, but, what
the hell, I asked it anyway. “What will I get in return?”

She reached out and took my hand in hers. “You’ll be one of my lovers again.”

“That doesn’t sound like very much for two hundred.”

“It’s the best I can do. After all, Will, you are not the father of the child
I’m carrying.”

“I know.”

She smiled like an imp and then somehow turned so that she wrapped herself in my
arm and I found myself holding her. She looked up at me and said, “You could
regard your two hundred as an investment in happiness. I’ll give you more bang
for the buck.”

“Now you’re starting to sound like a whore.”

“I’ve never tried whoring, Will, but if you want to try to make a profit, I’ll
give it a try. I could start here in the trailer park. Lots of singles. You
want to put me to work?”

I felt frustrated. I looked at this small woman in my arms, her auburn curls,
her soft, white body already a little plump from her first baby and now pregnant
with the second. She was fragile, not the outdoor type. She’d burn if she was
outdoors in the sun much.

She tilted her head back so her lips became available. “Well, Will, what do you
want?”

“You,” I replied.

She moved so we somehow kissed. Then, holding the kiss, she turned and rubbed
her swollen belly against me. “I can feel your want,” she giggled.

“Let’s go inside and take care of it.”

“We’d better pay the rent first,” she said and led me into the living room. She
pulled down a blue and white sugar bowl from a shelf and removed the lid.
Taking out a small wad of bills, she counted them out.

“There’s my two hundred,” she said, handing the bills to me. “Add your two
hundred and that pays the rent … all four hundred. Get a receipt written in my
name. Then, bring it back and we’ll celebrate.”

“Matilda.”

“Yes, Will?”

“Do you realize I don’t even know your last name?”

She giggled. “It’s Jones, Matilda Jones. And, speaking of names, what’s
yours?”

“Kinmont. Will Kinmont.”

“Okay, Mr. Kinmont,” she said, “now that the preliminaries are out of the way,
go pay the rent and get the receipt so we can get the show started.” I hurried
off to comply and was back within minutes.

She accepted the receipt and stuck it in the sugar jar. Then she took me by the
hand and led me into the back of the trailer. “We’ll do it here,” she said. I
looked down at her bed, still rumpled and messed up from her dates, cum
splotches on the sheet still wet.

I hesitated. Matilda put her arms around me and said, “Will, you may feel a
revulsion at seeing another man’s cum on my bed, knowing that I had his prick in
me and helped him put it there, but deep down, Will, you have a craving for
scenes like this. You know you do. That’s why you were so anxious to come back
to me.”

Then she moved around in front of me and raised her arms so I could pull her
teddy off over her head. I looked down and saw her belly looked a little more
prominent than before and was now obviously distended. “Matilda, I do believe
you’re growing.”

“I have a long ways to go and you’re going to get to watch it. Will, I want you
proud of me.”

“For having another man’s baby?”

“Yes. Think of it like this,” she said, wrapping her soft body in my arms. “My
lovers have done the work. They’ve plowed me and planted the seed. All you
have to do is help them till me to keep me growing.”

“Matilda, you’re talking like a farm girl. But –”

“Will, I want you to think of my baby as partly yours.”

I felt myself start to heat up. “I –”

“Will, don’t get jealous again. Love me instead.”

I checked the anger rising inside me and pushed it down. Matilda was right; she
was what I wanted. “Okay,” I said and gently laid her down on the bed. She
opened her legs and I saw that her pussy was sopping. I touched her labia and
felt the stickiness. “You’re already wet,” I said.

Matilda giggled. “I told you I had a little help this morning. Remember?”

“The man who left when I came?”

She nodded. “That was Richard, one of them. I needed help with the rent so I
had double dated this morning. Richard was a foreman who could get to work late
so he was my late date. John was my early date.”

“Does John know about Richard?”

She shook her head. “Only you.”

“You are such a slut.”

She grinned happily. “I know. But, like you, Will, they both need me. They
make me feel important in turn. Now, are you going to fuck me or are we going
to just talk all morning?”

That did it! I stripped in two minutes flat and threw myself on her. With all
the priming she’d gotten that morning, it was unnecessary for her to guide me.
My stiff cock followed a worn path that was well greased and slid right into her
waiting vagina.

Again, I felt totally at home inside Matilda, like she was made especially for
me. She was shorter than me, about five foot one compared to my five nine, but
we seemed to fit together perfectly.

I think Matilda sensed the frisson between us because she stroked my back and
said, “You feel sooo good.”

“I’ll bet that’s the line you use with all your lovers.”

“Don’t say things like that, Will! I may be a slut but I’m honest.”

“Really? What do you tell your other lovers?”

“How much I like having them inside me, and that’s true.”

“Then I’m special?”

“I guess you are. Two weeks ago, Will, when you got angry and left me, you hurt
me terribly.”

“I’m sorry. Like I told you, I got jealous and that made me mad.”

“’Will, you know what I’m like. I can’t change the way I am. Promise me you’ll
never let it make you jealous again.”

“How about if I promise I won’t get mad again? Okay?”

“But jealous?”

“I might still get a little jealous now and then.”

“Why?”

“Because, Matilda, you have all those lovers … and keep getting impregnated by
them … that’s naughty.”

Her eyes looked impishly at me. “What would you do about it?”

“Punish you,” I said, thrusting my pelvis hard at pussy. “Like this.”

She flinched but continued to look me in the eye.

I thrust myself at her several more times, careful not to put pressure on her
belly.

“I like you punishing me,” she said.

“You should, you deserve it.”

“Yes.”

I grabbed her left leg and lifted it, holding it up so I could thrust at her
pussy harder.

Matilda just continued to look at me with her green eyes. “You know, Will,” she
said, “I think I’m starting to love you.”

That did it! Without warning, I suddenly erupted and shot, ejaculating loads of
cum into her soft body.

She must have been able to feel it because she broke into a big smile. Then she
suddenly stiffened and had a seizure that I took to be an orgasm. When it was
over, she said “Wow,” in a weak voice.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“The best.”

I kissed her as she lay under me. “Any chance of taking you out to dinner
tonight?”

“Will,” she started hesitantly, “I was looking for help. I already -”

“I know, you already have a date for tonight.”

She smiled apologetically. “Don’t get angry.”

“If I get a little jealous?”

“That’s okay. I like the way you get a little jealous.”

I got up and started getting dressed. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“After eight thirty, right?”

I groaned and said, “Right.”

As I turned to leave, she blew me a kiss and called out, “Remember, Will, I
think I’m falling in love with you.”