Granddad Jim's Trailer Park Trash Extreme pedo, M+g+, drugs, forced sex, blackmail, invasion of privacy. This story contains sex with children, if such stories offend you read no further. This is a work of fantasy, none of it is real. If such works excite you read on and see how Granddad Jim fills his trailer park with sex toys... you just might find a treasure in the trash. The real trailer parks have police that will gladly take you for a free ride if you do anything that is in this story...just don't do it. My name is Jim Garner. I am sixty-five-years-old and a retired postal worker. My wife Rebecca died in 1999 leaving me as her only heir as our only child Bonnie had died in a swimming pool accident when she was five. We received a seven-million dollar settlement from Bonnie's wrongful death suit. Becky's estate included her father's insurance business worth over Twenty-three million dollars. Her life insurance policy paid a double indemnity do to the drunk driver that hit her. The payout which is tax free was over 62.8 million dollars. It is safe to say that money is not a problem in my life. I buy what I want when I want it. I give some to charity and have paid off the debts of half a dozen dead beat in-laws. If I live to be 254 years-old I could not spend the wealth I have accumulated. I tell you all of this not to rub it in your noses that I am a rich mother-fucker, but rather to explain why for most of the year I live in a rundown trailer park on the wrong side of the tracks. I drive a 1999 white Ford van. It has room for ten passengers or a shit load of stuff. It looks battered but the drive train is top notch and in excellent running condition. I have two loner cars, a 1989 Chevy sedan, and a 1994 Ford Escort. They both look like shit but are in good working order. More on why I keep loner cars at my place later. I own the trailer park. Most of the people that live in it do not know that fact. There are 79 trailers and three apartments on the lot. I have a manager who is a life long friend and fellow pervert. I turned down several offers from the city for Title 10 funding. I do not want their money nor their noses in my little playground. Ninety percent of the tenants are single mothers with children. The other ten percent are single men that are often away from their "homes". They are in fact friends of mine who share a love for young bodies both male and female. The women think that I am the maintenance man. I am the guy that fishes out the pampers and tampons that get flushed down the drains. I am the guy they can call at two in the morning when the cable goes out or they need some fast cash to fill an addiction. They have learned over the years how to repay the loan, or rather how their children work it off. I have keys to all of the units on the park and no one thinks it strange to see me enter a trailer anytime of the day. I have the park wired from end to end. There are cameras in all of the trailers. The park is wired for sound. The women and children have no privacy. I know all that goes on in the park. Each trailer has a free computer and internet access. I control the router and filter all of the mail that comes and goes. I have three men that sit downstate and monitor the flow of traffic. I have a CIA developed program the looks for key words and trips a flag to let the human watchdogs know if they need to take a look at what someone is sending or receiving. Their mail is approved before it goes out or it is "lost" forever. I can redirect a child while they are surfing the web. There are fixed web cams at all the computers. A five-year-old can be doing a Disney game and with a few key strokes they are watching hard core child prono. They can chat and talk with other little girls and see them do naught things. There is an up skirt cam that shows what the child is doing to their crotch. I can change the channel they are watching on their TV. Scooby Do is replaced with hard-core sex cartoons or sex games that the child can play along with. There is no way to access the child porn or sex channels from the set. There phones are taped and cell phones do not work in the park. Damned louse cell towers are on the rich side of town. Over the years the moms have been encouraged to let the kids go around nude in the trailer. There is a large indoor pool where clothing is optional but no suits are allowed in the pool. There is a co-ed bathroom with no stalls. The toilets are lined up side to side. The showers are long the back wall. Boys and girls use the same ones at the same time. There are a few privet ones where an adult can take a child for a good cleaning. All of the kids call me Granddad Jim. I know all one hundred and twenty seven of their names. I know their birthdays and when a young pre-teen get her first period. I know all of the kids clothing sizes and what their favorite colors are. I keep a list of this information on my palm pilot. I do have about ten young girls that are my favorite toys. They range in age from Kelly the youngest at three-years-old to Rohan who has just turned six. I can call or just drop by and pick any or all of them up to come to my place or to go on a fun trip. They love to go to Toys'r'us or Wally World. There is a major theme park about a four hour drive from the trailer park. I often take a few children there as a reward for excellent service. The more the child willingly lets me do with them the more things they get. They learn very quickly if they do not put out they do not get the nice things the other kids do. There moms are too poor to afford the rent let alone the utilities and put food on the table. They always find money for drugs or booze though. There is a long waiting list to get in to the park. We never advertise an open unit. If anyone stops by the office all of the trailers are rented. We have no vacancies. The park was a hellhole before I took it over. The cops had two units here most of the time. There were drug bust, domestic violence calls, and about two to three times a month a shooting. I bought all the units and ran the trouble makers off. A few of the hard-ass want-a-bes are planted under the new pool. Society did not seem to miss the assholes. There are no pit bulls in the park. The lawns are mowed and the trash is picked up. No one works on junk cars in the park. Most of the women cannot drive or have no vehicle. There is a fully stocked convenience 7-11 type store in the park. It is open to park residents only. They can get the cigarettes and beer they need right here. There are other items not normally sold in a Quickie Mart. Good strong marijuana and all the crack they can smoke are theres for the asking. A smart mother will send her little girl to go get the stuff. Mom gets her fix and the child get to ride the baloney pony. If the moms want to go out for a while they can use one of my loner cars. If they cannot drive or have loss their license one of the guys will be happy to drive them while one of us watches the kids for her. The damned birth control pills do not seem to work here. I guess because they are aspirin instead of containing a combination of the hormones estrogen and progesterone to prevent ovulation. The park has its own doctors they make house calls. They could not practice medicine in most of the 50 states but hay; they are my kind of guys. Most of them were charged with sexual misconduct and bared from ever working again. I added a wing to a failing hospital and infuse cash as needed. My doc's have no problems working there. We send all of our mothers to be there. There are a lot of low birth weight babies born due to the drug use of the mothers. Highly intelligent inquisitive little minds are not the kind of ones I want in the park. Most of the children are a little on the slow side. A bit dull and passive making them easily used. I encourage mom to share her pot and booze with her kids. Viagra comes in Pez dispensers here. There are often two or three little nude children lying stoned on my bed awaiting my pleasure. The bright ones I seduce with gifts of love and material possessions. It is easy as I know what they want and I can give it to them. I know what their mothers say to them. I know their secrets, their fears, hopes and dreams. I am an evil bastard. I corrupt their innocents. I debase their soul, I degrade their will. I taint their bodies, and pervert their minds. I warp their essence. I despoil their purity. I contaminate their being. I distort their reality, and alter their existence to suit my desires. Hay lets have some Symphony for the Devil. Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What's me name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Remember that the park is fully bugged. It does not take long for a mom to do some illegal suff to their kids or violate the state's very strict drug laws. As soon as I have the goods on the woman I drop by for a talk. I show her the images and blackmail her to do even more illegal things to her children on camera. For most of them it is no big deal. They learn fast the life is easy here and no one is going to fuck them over, well except for me. Sadly there are a few moms ashes mixed in the concrete of the various work projects in the park. The kids find homes with my friends or are shipped off via the black-market to Asia or the Middle East. Most of the kids are home schooled or are classified as "special-ed". The overtaxed school system is glad to turn a blind eye to the few left behind. Therefore there are a lot of children in the park most of the year round. Here is one now. "Hi Kelly! How is my special girl doing today?" "Hi Granddad Jim. I am fine. Can you hold me? Mommy is sick again and needs her medicine." The child answers as she holds her arms out to me. Her dirty white dress is torn and smells of pot and booze. "Yes honey you can always have Granddad Jim hold you. Have you been using the nice cock in your pussy like I told you to?" I ask her as she lifts her soiled dress to show me her tight hairless mound. There is a casting of my cock inserted all the way in her tinder young body. There are a few drops of blood leaking out from her stretched lips of her immature vagina. " See mommy got it all the way in. It hurt bad but she let me have a hit on a fat one. Did I do good? Will you make me your sex kitten now that I got the cock all the way in me?" The child pleads with me to take her and make her feel good. "Yes Kelly you are a very good child. Let me take that cock out of you and put this one in." I tell her as I lead her to the bedroom. There are three other little girls laying nude and sim-conscious. They all have clamps on their nipples and clits. Their bodies quiver as the electrical charge surges through them. I can see their cunts pumping out their thin girl ejaculations. "Do you know why you are so special my dear?" I ask as I remove her dress and pull the bloody dildo from her stretched vagina. I give it to Dona to suck on as she is sent over the edge by the low voltage current running through her body. There are glass collection devices in all three of the children's vaginas. When they have given me six ounces of girl cum I will let them rest before I fuck them. "Yes because I have nice big nipples and a tight asshole. Silly you tell me that everyday." The child answers as she pulls on her flat chest. Her areolas are the largest I have ever seen on a three-year-old. They are a dark pink with almost red nipples. Her mother's areolas cover her entire c-cup breast. I like to stick hot pins in them when she begs for her next shot of smack. Well it is time to fuck Kelly. I will let you know how she turned out. My bet is that she will have the tightest pussy I have had this morning. "Bend over honey this is going to hurt a lot." More to cum... Let me hear your rants and flames... My spelling is for shit I know it...or your at'a boys at arlinwordsmith@yahoo.comGranddad Jim' Traler Park Trash