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AUTHOR’S NOTE – The main character Ron from one of my other stories ‘Fang of Control’ joins the Trailer Trash fun. If you haven’t read ‘Fang of Control’, you should before you read this chapter.
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It had been a tough day at the trailer park. A building inspector went over my nearly finished house with a fine-toothed comb and pointed out ten things that had to be changed. Wendy’s oven quit working, Rhonda had a leaky sink, and several of the girls asked me to plant flowers or trees in their yards. I was also wondering where I was going to put my four newest ladies, since the mobile homes I’d bought recently wouldn’t be there until next week. I knew having six of my tenant girlfriends sharing two trailers could quickly lead to conflict and chaos. As I walked toward my front door I saw the last of the snow melted and it would be time to start mowing the grass again soon. I sighed and grumbled a little knowing I needed to replace the engine in my riding mower, or worse yet, buy a whole new one. I was rich, but despised wasting money.
Fortunately, a couple of beers and some bedroom fun with a pair of redheads took my mind off my troubles. I was in the middle of a threesome with Cherry and Kelly when my phone rang. Since I had my cock in a hot rectum and my tongue in a wet snatch, I ignored the call. Cherry sat up long enough for me to say, “Such a great ass, Kellyyyyyy!” My long moan of joy was interrupted by a faceful of pussy juice. Cherry squirted on my chin and vaginal fluid sprayed all over, while I squirted a load into Kelly's butt.
Cherry laid beside me. Between gasps for breath, she said, “YESSS, Leo! So good!”
I rested a hand on her rotund abdomen and we struggled for air. After Kelly smoked a cigarette cuddling with us, she said, “My turn. Get me off, Cherry.” I laid on my side and gazed at the lewd sight of an extremely pregnant 18-year-old licking the other redhead’s labia from below. Kelly leaned on me for balance as she came. “Yeah! Mmmmm!”
Cherry lamented, “I don’t think I can kneel above you anymore, Leo. With the baby it’s too hard on my legs, especially my knees.”
“That’s fine, we can have plenty of fun in other ways.” I was glad the new house would be finished soon. Group sex would be much more convenient with a bed larger than my queen-sized. With the double-king I’d ordered, there would be space for at least six people. The thought reminded me to ask my doctor pal for some erection pills. Having sex with a young woman every day was great, and two or three were even better. Lately, I could have been with five or six if my body was able.
I picked up my phone and saw a number from my past, my best friend from high school. I happily called him back. “Ron, buddy! It’s been way too long! How are you doing?”
“Things were tough for a while but going much better now. How are you?”
“Mostly great, but I could really use a hand with some work stuff.”
“You quit driving school bus, Leo?”
“Yep! I won over 10 million in the lottery and started up a trailer court.”
“WHAT?”
I explained, “I have about a dozen trailer houses and let needy women stay in them for some… special favors.”
Ron laughed, “Hahaha! I found a couple of women who give me a lot of special favors too. I called to ask if you would be my best man at my wedding.”
“That’s great! Sure, I’ll be your best man. But wait… you have two women and you’re getting married?”
“It’s kinda complicated, but AWESOME! I’m marrying Natasha next month and we share our pretty housekeeper Shana.”
I chuckled and replied, “I like that kind of complicated! I get some of that most nights, too. I hope your fiancée will let you keep the other girl after your wedding?”
“Natasha and Shana don’t mind if I mess around, so long as I always come home to them. What are your girlfriends like?”
“Telling you would take I while. I have um…” I counted them in my head. “…uh, nineteen ladies that take turns with me.”
Ron was incredulous. “NINETEEN! Holy hoochy mamas, Batman!”
“So are you still working in construction, or did you go back to truck driving?”
“I inherited some land and tried mining a while. I… ran into some money and I’m taking time off to enjoy my new family. I moved from Philly to Utah.”
“Once I cashed in my lottery ticket I headed west, too. I love the weather in northern California.” I gave him a chance to show off his strange talent by asking, “How far are you from Shasta lake? My trailer park’s a few miles south of it.”
"My house is 28 point 7 miles from highway 8. I'd take that to 15 and then 80. After that, a few county roads through Winnemucka and Sandpond. Fuel up and maybe sleep in Gerlach, then on to Wendel, Hat Creek, then finally Oak Run and Shasta Lake... that's ah… 906 point 4 miles, I think."
I teased, “My computer says 906 point 2, but close enough! Hahaha! You should bring the family for a visit when you have time.”
“It would be great to catch up and talk about the old days! We’ve been stuck inside most of the winter, and I’m sure Shana and Natasha would enjoy a road trip. How about this weekend? If we leave Thursday morning, we can be there around supper time on Friday.”
“That sounds good. The stores around here don’t carry Iron City beer, but I’ll think of something.”
“GOOD! We only drank that pisswater in high school because we couldn’t afford anything better! Bud or Pabst, please. Heck, even Coors and Miller are better than Iron City!”
“Agreed! We’ll see you Friday night. Take care, pal.”
“You too, see you then, buddy.”
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There was a knock at the door. I realized I was still naked and hurriedly put on a fresh pair of briefs. I shouted, “JUST A MINUTE!” I didn’t see any pants nearby and knew it was probably another of my girlfriends, so I walked to the trailer’s kitchen and answered the door in my underwear. It took me a moment to realize who the brunette on my porch was. I dubiously asked in surprise, “Vanessa?”
She was obviously shocked at my attire, or lack of it, and took a step back. I saw a much younger brunette, probably college-aged, standing by my mailbox. Vanessa asked, “Leo? Is it really you?”
“I’ll get dressed quick! Get a drink from the fridge.” I could barely believe it! I hadn’t seen my older sister since she left for college almost 20 years ago! I suddenly realized she might be upset to see two freshly-screwed women leaving, or worse yet, meet them. As I briskly entered the bedroom, I held a finger in front of my mouth and whispered, “Shhh! Back door! Go to Kelly’s house. I’ll call later.”
I dressed and walked back to the kitchen. We heard the back door close and Vanessa laughed. “Her sneaking out is pointless. There’s a pubic hair stuck in your teeth and I can smell sex on you. What’s your girl’s name, little brother?” I was half a head taller but she a year older.
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as I told her a tiny part of the truth, “Um… Kelly.”
She asked, “Are you married? Engaged?”
“Um… no. Just um… girlfriend... Are you?”
She held her hand up so I could see the ring mark on a bare finger. “Divorced for the second time. I… I…” The words stuck in her throat.
I asked, “Any kids? Is that your daughter waiting by the mailbox?”
Vanessa suddenly looked angry and stared in my eyes. “She’s Kimberly, my only child. The one you put in me before I left home.”
I was absolutely flabbergasted and shouted, “WHAT?”
“Remember when I let my nerdy little brother find out what sex was really like, the night before I moved away? Once was enough. She’s your daughter. OUR daughter.”
I froze, stupefied at the thought. A dragon appearing out of thin air might have surprised me less.
“OUR daughter, and your niece, too.”
I stammered, “I… uh… wha…”
“I didn’t go to college. I toured with a band until I had Kim. Long story short, I lost my job right after my second divorce and um…” She took several deep breaths and admitted, “…and I’m an alcoholic. I got caught drunk driving again. I need two months of rehab or I sit in jail a year. And..” She wrung her hands nervously and started to cry. “And… and Kim’s pregnant! Our daughter is homeless and pregnant!” Vanessa hugged me and sobbed loudly.
I patted her back and assured her, “I’ll be more than happy to help you, like I do for a lot of young ladies.” I smirked and stared at her chest. “Your tits have grown. All I want in return is some bedroom fun, like the night before I graduated.”
Through her tears she angrily replied, “SEX! I won’t let you hurt our kid! And you want me to do incest!” She roughly pushed me away. “We were super horny and didn’t really know better when you knocked me up, but doing it with you again would be DISGUSTING!”
“Relax! Take it easy. I’d never hurt or force anybody. Any of my ladies will tell you I’m patient and kind. I help lots and lots of women in need, almost twenty at the moment. With so many, none of them need to do it a bunch of times. Just take a turn getting me off, and I’ll give you everything you need. A trailer for the two of you, groceries, clothes, whatever you need. All I want for that is fun in bed twice a month.”
Before answering, she hesitated quite a while. “I… I… guess I can, if you’re nice about it. Kim doesn’t know you and I are related or that you’re her dad. I… If she ever found out, it would destroy her! Please don’t say anything. I told her you’re an old friend from school. I heard what you do here and that you have a lot of money.”
I nodded. “I help a lot of women afford their kids, but I’m not making any. I got a vasectomy over ten years ago.”
“I… I need to get sober and Kim needs a place to stay. I can’t believe I’m asking this but can… can you pay for my rehab and let Kim stay with you?”
“Sure! Anything for my big sister, and anything for our daughter! You can be sure I’ll keep the secret, I’d never want to hurt her. Bring her in and I’ll make something to eat.”
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