My Trailer Trash Girlfriend and her Family (Part 3)
By Logan Lee
Rev 1.0
Copyright Logan Lee 2011
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My Trailer Trash Girlfriend and her Family (Part 3)
The rest of that afternoon went pretty well I thought. After I walked past Sandra I grabbed a soda from the fridge and went outside to see what Anne was up to. She was just laying in the sun wearing her sister Sandra’s old bathing suit, which looked a little silly on her since Sandra had wider hips, a fatter ass, and tits that were like twice the size of Anne’s.
I was a little worried about what Sandra was going to do now. She couldn’t know for sure that I was in there screwing her mom, but she had to at least suspect. If not she would be the dumbest woman in the world, especially since her mom was practically naked when I walked out of the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what she could say to Anne though. I don’t think “Hey I think your boyfriend was in there fucking Mom” would do anything but start a sister fight. But it would probably make it a lot harder for me to keep having fun and make Anne more suspicious and cautious of me in general even if she didn’t believe it.
The rest of the day went by pretty much as normal. I have no idea what Sandra said to her mom inside if she said anything at all. I kicked back on a chair beside Anne and waited and within about five minutes Sandra came back outside with a drink in her hand. Behind my sunglasses I watched her walk across the yard and sit in a chair on the other side of Anne from me. I leaned my head back like I was just relaxing and probably had my eyes closed, but really I was fucking Sandra now with my eyes from behind my glasses.
Sandra didn’t say anything, but when she realized that it seemed like my eyes were closed I caught her eyeing me too, and she wasn’t looking at my face. Watching her eyes staring down at my crotch in as sneaky a way as she could was making it hard for me not to smile. She was totally on to me.
After a few hours there Anne and I left and went back to our place and spent the day lounging about and watching a few movies. Sometime between the first movie and the second we ended up naked on the bed and fucking like rabbits, then back onto the sofa for the movie but this time spooning naked.
Two days later Anne asked if I minded if she had some friends over on Friday night. “Is it a girl’s night thing?” I asked as my curiosity peaked.
“Well,” she replied with a smile, “we were kind of hoping it was going to be.”
“Oh I see,” I said with my own smile as I stepped in pulled her body tight against mine, “So you were hoping your boyfriend could make himself scarce?”
“Yes . . . maybe.”
“We could probably work something out, I’m pretty easy to bribe you know.” My hands slid up her back to her shoulders and I kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue exploring its insides. Then I broke our kiss as my hands began to push her towards the floor, down to her knees.
Anne smiled up at me and then unbuttoned my jeans. She slid them and my underwear down over my ass in one movement, and then held them as I stepped out of them. Pushing them aside she took my limp cock in her hands and stroked it, gently pulling on it. Leaning in, Anne licked my balls, kissed them and gently sucked one of them into her mouth. Feeling her mouth wrapped around my testicle, her tongue flicking it inside her mouth made me shiver.
Then she licked along the length of my shaft up to the tip and took the whole thing in her mouth. Anne knows I like wet and sloppy blow jobs and she wasn’t disappointing me now. Within a minute of her starting my whole cock was covered in her spit. Looking down and watching her work on me was almost as much of a turn on as the feeling of her doing it. Knowing exactly what I like after doing it so much it almost wasn’t fair, I barely felt like we had gotten started before I grabbed the back of her head.
“I’m gonna cum baby, don’t stop.” And she didn’t, if anything she started working more, her hands caressing my balls while her head plunged forward over and over taking my whole length into her mouth. I started cumming and could feel her throat expanding and contracting as she swallowed it all. She was definitely good.
The girl that I was dating when I had met Anne refused to give head. She had some sort of hang up about it, saying that dicks were dirty. I dumped her the day after Anne sucked me off the first time. She wanted to know why and I didn’t know what to say, so I told her the truth. Anne had laughed hysterically about that and then given me my second blowjob.
Anne sat back on her heels then letting my cock fall out of her mouth but keeping her hands on it, “So can I have my girl’s night?”
“You . . . can have ten “girl’s nights” if you want baby.” I said with a sigh. Anne laughed and then took my shrinking cock back into her mouth, licking and sucking it clean until it was completely shriveled in her hands.
So Friday came and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I have to admit that I was so stuck on Anne (and now her mother) that I hadn’t really kept up with my friends. There were a few of them that I hadn’t talked to in months. I called a few of them but they were all busy and I didn’t even have phone numbers for the rest of them. So I grabbed a book and headed out the door at about five pm.
Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in a booth at Denny’s waiting for my coffee to come and just getting into the book when my phone dinged with the tone that meant it was a text message. I pulled it out and saw a number that I didn’t recognize. The message read –
Hey what r u doing 2nite? This is Sandra btw
Sandra? I had no idea what she was doing texting me; I figured she would be going over to our place for this girl’s night thing. Could this be some sort of setup? Could Anne be there with her? Whatever this was I wasn’t stupid and wasn’t going to say anything that would get me in trouble by text message. After thinking for a minute and then thanking the waitress who brought me my coffee I responded to her text.
I’m sitting at Denny’s reading right now. What’s up?
Oh. R u alone?
Yes.
Do u want company?
You aren’t going to the girl’s night?
No. I don’t feel like it.
You can come by if you want to.
Ok on my way
I stared at the phone for a second and then read through the messages while I sipped at my coffee. Very strange. Oh well, nothing to do but wait now I figured, so I started reading my book again. About twenty minutes later my focus was disturbed by Sandra sliding into the booth across from me.
“Hey you.” She said with a smile.
“Hey, how ya doing?” I asked returning her smile with what I thought was a sexy one.
“I’m alright, so I see you got kicked out of the house. Nowhere else to go?”
“Eh . . . not really. It’s okay though, Anne made it up to me.”
“Oh,” now she really smiled at me very seductively, “and how did she do that?”
I would have come right out and told her mom and finished the conversation by stuffing something into her mouth, and as bad as I wanted to do the same thing to Sandra I wasn’t about to blow what I had going with either of the other two members of this family unless I was sure this was going somewhere.
“Ummmm . . .”
“So I have a question for you.” She said with that same seductive smile. It was only now that I realized she was pretty well dolled up for a Denny’s. Her hair was done much more than just throwing something on and coming down to meet me and her makeup looked like she was ready for a night on the town.
“Okay, shoot.”
“What were you doing in the bathroom with my mom?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smiled back at her, my tone dripping in sweet innocence.
“Please, I’m not stupid. Are you fucking my mom?”
“What would make you think that?” Now she gave me a look that said she was getting tired of me lying to her with one eyebrow raised.
“What do I have to do for you to tell me?”
“What are you willing to do to find out?” Sandra leaned across the table on her elbows like she was going to whisper something which had the added benefit of showing me her more than ample cleavage and squeezing her huge tits together.
Then she smiled at me again and licked her lips, and looking into my eyes said . . . I swear she said it, I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried, “How about we go into the bathroom here and you can just show me what you were doing in there with her? Then you don’t have to tell me anything.”
I stared at her for at least five seconds and she was waiting patiently there for a reply. Why would she be doing this? There’s no way that she could be setting me up. It’s not like normal people would go around wearing wires and shit. Did it turn her on that I was fucking her mom or something? I would never understand women.
“I leaned back in the booth and fished my wallet out. I wasn’t going to bother waiting for the bill at this point, screw all of that. I pulled out a five dollar bill that was more than enough to cover the cup of coffee and tossed it onto the table.
As soon as Sandra saw that she sat back in her seat and grinned at me like a cat that has finally caught the mouse she’s been chasing. I grinned back at her and slid to the edge of the booth. Standing, I then gestured towards the front of the restaurant, “After you.” The thought crossed my mind as Sandra was sliding out of her side of the booth, what the hell was with women in this family and bathrooms?
Sandra slid out of the booth still grinning and tossing a last look over her shoulder at me began to walk off straight towards the bathrooms. I followed close behind, but not so close that I couldn’t look admiringly at her nice fat ass in her tight jeans. She wasn’t obese or even chunky; she just had a body that would make a Sir Mixalot proud. She had a little thin waist, big D-cup breasts that men drool over, and a fat ass that stuck out far enough behind her I thought I might be able to rest a beer bottle on it if I had one. In a word; perfect.
We walked past the cash register and down the little hallway area. The men’s room was on the right and the ladies room on the left. Sandra stopped right between the doors and turned to look at me, “Go in and see if we can use the women’s room.” I said.
“Okay,” Sandra pushed the door open and walked in enough to stand there her hand still holding the door open. She looked around inside and then turned and started motioning me in. I looked around the hallway and didn’t see anyone so I stepped into the ladies room quickly. Sandra shut the door behind me and while she was shutting it she said “Oh my God this door has a lock!”
She was laughing as she locked the door and still laughing as she turned back to face me and walked right into my kiss. I grabbed her body, my right hand on the small of her back and my left hand on the side of her face and I kissed her like something out of the movies. At first her body went rigid, but after about two seconds I felt the tension drain out of her and she started kissing me back.
I kissed along her face and down her neck to her cleavage while my hands came around to squeeze her tits, now Sandra shivered and I kissed back up towards her right ear. When I got there I nibbled on her earlobe making her smile and laugh a little and then I whispered into her ear, “I fucked your mom in that bathroom, and I’m going to fuck you in the exact same position in this bathroom since you wanted me to “show” you.”
“Oh my God that’s so hot.”
“You want the fuck your sister’s boyfriend don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Does it turn you on to think about me fucking your mom, your little sister, and now you?”
“YES!”
I spun Sandra around facing the mirror and her hands shot out grabbing hold of both sides of the sink to keep from falling into it. Then I grabbed her shirt and lifted it up over her head throwing it onto the bathroom floor. Sandra’s hands went to her jeans and she undid them and had them over her hips faster than I ever could have, so I did the same to my own.
I looked down at her gorgeous ass sticking out and admired the curves of it, running my hands over both of her cheeks and loving the purring sound coming from deep in her throat as I kissed her neck. My hands left her ass and slid up her sides to her bra and I unsnapped it the way that only a man with practice can. She let it fall off of her into the sink.
Now my hands roamed across her chest exploring and squeezing. I loved the way that her huge tits were oh so much more than a handful to me. I tweaked her nipples and she gasped a little.
“Too hard?” I whispered near her ear.
“I like it hard, I like it rough.”
I think the best way to describe what that did to me is to use a term my dad is fond of; it gave me a shit eating grin. It also made my already hard as a rock erection so hard that it was starting to hurt. Thinking about my dick made me focus on it and that made me realize that it fit almost perfectly in the small of Sandra’s back. Her ass jutted out far enough that it was a little shelf for my balls to rest on.
I had to have that ass. I got to my knees behind her and pulled her legs farther apart until her feet were spread a little more than my shoulder length. Sandra looked over her shoulder at me and I pressed my hand into the small of her back forcing her to bend over at the waist over the sink.
Her pussy was absolutely gorgeous. It was by far the best looking of the family. Her lips were fat and juicy looking and they puffed out at me begging to be licked and fucked. I buried my face in her pussy, my tongue going as deep as it possibly could. I inhaled her sweet scent and loved the way that her body responded to my touch by lubricating itself, getting it ready to fuck. She was dripping in less than a minute.
I licked up from her pussy to her tight brown sphincter. I licked around her butthole making her gasp and her cheeks tighten. When I didn’t stop she relaxed and went with it. Hold her cheeks apart with my hands on either side of my face I stuck my tongue as deep into her asshole as it would go. Now her muscles really tightened up and her cheeks clenched but I had a feeling it was more of an involuntary thing from the sounds that she was making.
I stood up and grabbed my cock. I aimed it between her legs watching it slide in under her ass cheeks. When I found the opening of her pussy I pressed forward just a little bit and felt her lips part as the head of my cock popped between them. Then I stopped and I waited, she looked over her shoulder at me and so I grabbed a fistful of her red-brown hair and pulled back pulling her up to standing in front of me. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“You want to get fucked like I fucked your mom right?”
“Yes! Yes, shit, just fuck me!”
I let go of her hair and grabbed her left hip and her right shoulder at the same time that I drove forward into her balls deep. She let out a little half scream before she bit her bottom lip and tucked her head forward towards her chest.
I started fucking her hard, driving into her with powerful thrusts, pulling out until just the tip of my dick was splitting her lips and then driving forward again as hard as I could. The muscles of her cunt felt like a vice gripping my shaft as it slid into her each time. I could tell she was cumming and she told me she was three separate times while I fucked her.
“Oh God I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming!” She called out trying to keep her voice from screaming. The small bathroom was starting to smell like her sex and I loved it. Then I had an idea.
“I’m going to cum in your ass.” I said as I pulled out of her.
“I’ve never had anal sex,” Sandra panted, “Go slow . . .”
“You may want this.” I said with a smile as I reached down and grabbed her panties from the floor of the bathroom. I stuffed them into her mouth effectively gagging her and cutting her off mid sentence. I pushed her forward over the sink again.
My cock was still wet from her pussy and I lined it up pressing it against her tight brown asshole. I pressed pretty hard and just couldn’t get it into her. Sandra grunted in pain while I shoved harder. I felt it start to drive into her and I felt her tighten up even more. There was no fucking way I was going to get into her like this.
I spit onto my hand and rubbed it on the head of my dick. Then before Sandra would see it coming I lined up and shoved forward fast and hard popping past the tight ring of her ass and making her scream through the gag of her own panties.
I smiled as a felt her muscles spasming around my cock. I was only about an inch into her and all the muscles of her back were tightened up in pain while she tried to adjust to being anally violated. I looked over her shoulder at her face in the mirror and smiled at the tears that I saw coming out of the corners of her eyes and the pleading look in them. I grabbed her thick ghetto hips now and smiled even bigger never taking my eyes off of hers as I drove forward. I didn’t go fast but I went very hard and I didn’t stop until I was balls deep in her.
Sandra was gasping now and I could feel her whole body shaking against mine. Tears were flowing freely down her face and her makeup was running making those sexy raccoon eyes that drive me nuts.
I thought about going gently but I was far too turned on. A few months ago I wouldn’t have believed it possible that dominating a woman and just taking what I wanted could be so emotionally satisfying. I wasn’t being outright violent and abusive, I just truthfully cared nothing about whether or not they were enjoying themselves and to this day I still don’t. Some women don’t like it. Some women love it. I was in luck that I had found a family of women who either liked it or at least didn’t mind. They seemed to enjoy taking sex to a place that most dared to go.
I started fucking her ass hard, pulling out half way and then pounding into her again. Every time I drove into her she gasped and shook and more tears ran from her eyes. I looked down to watch my cock penetrating her and my eyes just about bugged out of my head when I saw that it was covered in her blood. There was quite a bit of it, it was like fucking a girl having a heavy period. Knowing that I fucked her asshole bloody was way too much to take and I felt the cum start to bubble up from my balls.
I leaned forward over Sandra pressing my stomach to her back, wrapping my left arm around her and grabbing her around her throat from the front I grinded into her. I was already balls deep but I was trying to go deeper, I wanted to crawl into her ass. My dick started throbbing and I began pumping my semen into Sandra’s ass while I squeezed her throat with my hand. I wasn’t quite choking her but I was definitely making it harder for her to breath, especially with her panties still jammed into her mouth. I stared into her eyes in the mirror and loved every second of my orgasm. I wanted this to last forever.
I thought about my cum mixing in her ass with her blood and her shit and I swear I had another little orgasm. I let go of Sandra’s throat and placed my hand over top of hers on the sink interlacing my fingers through hers. I lifted my right hand from her hip and reaching up I pulled the panties from her mouth and pushed her head to the left. We kissed and it wasn’t rough, it was very tender and loving. Sandra was a very, very good kisser and I loved the salty taste of her tears on her face.
I could feel Sandra smile while we kissed and then I swear she purred, “That was amazing and now I know why my mom is fucking you and I know why my sister is so taken with you.”
I laughed “She hasn’t let me fuck her in the ass though, I’m taken with you, you hot piece of ass.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing. That hurt like hell but it was so sexy.”
“Oh believe me,” I said between kissing Sandra’s mouth over and over, “I’ve tried, but she’s too small. Getting into your ass was easy compared to hers.”
“I can feel you getting soft in me.”
I was about to answer when someone knocked on the door and called out “Hello? Are you okay in there?”
“Oh my God,” Sandra giggled. I pulled out of her and started getting my things together. Sandra picked her shirt and panties up off the floor and pulled them on followed by her jeans. The knock came again.
“Miss, are . . . are you okay?”
“What are we going to do?” Sandra laughed after she was dressed.
“Guess we’re going to have to just open the door and go for it,” I said laughing as well “Let’s just walk straight for the door and don’t stop!”
“Okay” Sandra smiled at me, and I actually felt my heart come up into my throat with that smile. It was pretty damn amazing. I would wonder for a few days about what exactly that butterflies in the stomach feeling meant when Sandra smiled at me just then.
FROM THE AUTHOR – Part four will also be free. I’m not sure how far this series will go, but at least four parts. If you like this series check out some of my other things. The rest of all the series that I currently have going will be free. That’s probably how I’ll do it from now on; charge for no more than half of a series that is.
Also, if you happen to be a HUGE fan check out the blog I set up recently. Not much there yet but I will post pertinent info from time to time.
-Logan