As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
A good case in point is Charlie Manson, a person who never learned about good and bad, a person who never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in high political office today offers another example.
Mona Lake is a woman of the present. Although married, her husband is away and she lives the life of the existential hedonist, refusing to worry about tomorrow, rarely thinking of the past. For Mona, sex is something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional nor moral overtones.
And so she goes from day to day, from one lover to another, never thinking or caring about the hurt she is bringing to her husband.
TRAILER PARK WIFE-the story of a woman who embodies the life style of many in our society. The story of a woman who puts her momentary pleasure above morals or her marriage.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Mona Lake peered out the window of her mobile home. She could see the men coming home from work, their lunch pails banging against their thighs. Mona's heart quickened. Soon, Jake would be at her door, banging on the tin, wanting to get in. And not just into her small mobile home. When Jake yelled "Let me in!", he meant into her pants. Just thinking about Jake made Mona's face flush and her cunt get moist.
I wish he'd hurry, the petite blonde woman thought. Her eyes searched the lane for his red pickup truck. Mona wasn't married to Jake, so she looked forward to his arrival with more interest than most of the married trailer park women. Mona's husband, Ace, was working on the Alaskan pipeline. He had been gone for almost six months now. At first, Mona was lonely as all shit, but then, with a change of attitude, her life began picking up tremendously.
Then she saw Jake's truck. It bumped down the gravel driveway leading to her trailer. Mona could see Jake inside, his handsome tanned face furrowed with a frown. Poor baby, Mona thought, lighting a cigarette. Probably had a hard day. Well, she could take care of that in no time at all.
"Come on, bitch!" Jake was yelling. "Let me in!"
Mona hastily unlatched the tin door and Jake bounded into the small living room. He grabbed her around the waist, letting his lunch pail crash to the floor. The feel of Jake's strong arms wrapped around her tiny waist sent a thrill running from the tip of her tits to her clit.
His mouth was on hers now, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth. Tiny sparks of electricity raced through Mona's body. She began moving her hips against his, grinding her pelvis into his cock. She could feel its hardness jutting into her lower stomach and it weakened her knees. Now he was pushing her back towards the couch.
His rough male scent filled her nostrils, more so when he tore off his green work shirt and pants. Jake never wore shorts. Mona often wondered why, but had yet to ask him. She didn't really care anyway, it just made everything happen quicker. Jake was standing in front of her now, his prick jutting out from his body, only a few inches away from her lips.
"Go on," he said roughly. "Suck it!"
Mona took his thick cock in her hand and brought it to her mouth. Jake always liked her to suck and nibble on his dong before ramming it up her tight cunt. She started running her wet tongue over its huge head. Jake braced himself with both feet apart and held onto her head. He began rutting back and forth, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.
"That's a girl," he murmured. "That's my baby!"
Mona shot a quick look up at his face. His mouth was distorted with pleasure and his eyes were closed peacefully. Mona then began running her tongue up and down the full length of his cock. Jake groaned and began thrusting his hips faster and faster. Mona hoped he wouldn't shoot his load down her throat. Not because she didn't love the taste of semen, but she wanted him to come in her cunt instead.
She had the tip of his cock out of her mouth now and was concentrating on sucking his balls. One at a time she lifted them with a sucking motion of her lips and mouthed them around on her tongue. Jake had the hugest pair of nuts that she had ever seen. She loved the way they hung in two big sacs, filled with the fluid that gave her so much pleasure. It seemed to Mona that she could smell the cum in his nuts and this made her lick and suck harder. The tiny pubic hairs that surrounded his nuts were tickling her nose, but Mona didn't mind. She loved the smell of his cock and balls and buried her face even deeper between his thighs.
Both of her hands were on his ass now, squeezing them with her fingers, letting her mouth do all the work up front. Jake felt that any minute now he would shoot his load down this cunt's throat, and he wanted to fuck her. He jerked his cock out of her mouth and forced her back on the couch. Mona's robe fell away as she sprawled on the couch, her legs far apart. Jake stared at her hairy gash for a few seconds, wishing he had the time to suck on her box, but tonight he was in a hurry.
Seizing his prick in his right hand and pushing her even further back with his left, he slammed his rod high into her tight cunt. Mona gasped when she felt the thick prick stretching her vagina open. It felt like a log to her and she squeezed her cunt muscles tightly around his cock.
"Come on, baby," Jake said hoarsely. "Start moving!"
It wasn't necessary to tell Mona to move, but Jake said those things out of habit. Mona's hips were snapping up and down so fast, he had all he could do to keep his cock from slipping out. But because his prick was so thick and wide, it was firmly wedged inside her hairy hole. He wouldn't pull out until he came.
Jake had his hands underneath Mona's round, plump ass now, squeezing in rhythm to his thrust.
To Mona, Jake's cock was a magnificent thing. It seemed capable of endless pleasure to her. Fucking Jake was the highlight of her day. She only wished they could do it more often. But finding plenty of men to fuck was not one of Mona's problems. At twenty-three, she was one of the youngest women in the park, and the only one whose husband wasn't around. This had made her immensely popular with the men, and hated by the women, with the exception of her one close friend, Barbara.
"Harder!" she urged Jake, trying to force his cock so deep inside her it would never come out.
Jake was sweating and grunting. He had had a hard day on the construction site where he worked. But no matter how physically demanding his labor was, he always had the energy to fuck Mona. God, she was good, he thought. She did things with her cunt no other woman he had ever fucked did. Certainly not his wife! Mona's hands were on his ass now, separating the cheeks and sticking her little finger up his mudhole. Her other hand fondled his balls at the same time. Jake had his face buried on her tits, their softness absorbing the sweat that dripped off his face. Then Mona felt Jake freeze and grow rigid. She knew he was about to explode in orgasm and began beating her heels on his ass.
"Come!" she urged. "Fucking come in me, Jake!"
Jake's semen shot out of his balls in three or four huge spurts that splattered against her womb and dribbled out of her cunt. Mona's thrashing motions increased their intensity until she, too, froze as her climax washed over her. Then the two collapsed exhausted onto each other.
Neither said anything as Jake's cock began its retreat out of her cunt. Mona always felt sad during this part. The only thing that cheered her at all was the fact that they could always do it again. At least until she tired of Jake.
Finally, when Jake's cock no longer resembled the swollen monster it had been but a few minutes before, he rolled off her.
Lighting a cigarette, he turned to stare at Mona. She was the prettiest damn thing he had ever seen. That husband of hers must be some kind of nut to go off to Alaska and leave her alone, he thought. No amount of money would ever tempt him to leave a wife like Mona. She was too rare. He hated leaving her, but he knew his own wife would be waiting for him. She had grown increasingly suspicious lately over his odd hours and Jake knew she would cut his fucking balls off if she thought he was fucking around with Mona.
Mona reached up for Jake's cigarette and took a long drag on it. They never talked much after sex. There was really very little to say. Both knew what the circumstances were and they disappointed them both.
"Well," Jake said at last. "Got to go!"
Mona watched him dress. "See you tomorrow?" she asked, as always. "Yeah, sure," Jake grunted.
"By the way," Mona said. "I saw Carol in the laundry room today. She gave me a real funny look."
"Oh yeah?" Jake asked. Carol was his wife.
"Yeah," Mona said. "You don't think she knows, do you?"
"Sure as shit hope not!" Jake said. The idea was enough to make the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Mona didn't bother getting off the couch. She was still nude and the last thing she wanted to do was stand naked in the doorway. Then he was gone. Mona covered herself with her robe and made a drink. Despite the fact that Jake's cock had left her cunt a scant fifteen minutes earlier, she was lonely and horny again. Maybe I should go out, she thought. She didn't want to sit in the trailer by herself and get drunk. Not again, anyway.
Her glance fell on a photograph of Ace she kept on the coffee table. He was a handsome, quiet man, but Mona no longer missed him the way she had earlier. While she sat pondering over what to do that evening, the phone rang.
Mona's spirits lifted as she picked up the receiver. She never knew who would be calling her.
"Whatcha doing, baby?" came a deep voice over the wires.
"Scott!" Mona cried. "Where the hell are you?" Scott had repaired her car last week, and Mona had given him her number. But she didn't think he would really call.
"Not much," Scott said. "How's the old junk running?"
"Just fine," Mona said.
"Why don't you ride by the station and I'll check it out?" Scott suggested. "Free, of course," he added.
Mona laughed. "Give me a half-hour," she said. "And I'll be there." She finished her drink and strolled into the bathroom. Standing in the hot spray of her shower, Mona rubbed the bar of soap over her big tits and down between her legs. The water felt good on her body and the idea of seeing Scott flushed her as pink as the hot water.
Scott was closing the station when she pulled in a half-hour later. She sat in her car and observed him. Scott was big. At least six foot four inches, Mona thought. His blond hair shone under the station lights and though she couldn't see his eyes now, she had noted the other day that they were as blue as her own.
I wonder how big his cock is, Mona mused. She could see the bulge between his legs and concluded it was large. Finding out how large would be a pleasure! Scott looked a lot younger than Jake, who was in his late twenties, so Mona figured his age to be closer to her own. He was calling to her now.
"Hey Mona!" he yelled in his deep voice. "Bring that heap over here so I can check it out!" Mona drove the car into the garage and Scott peered under the hood. "Don't tell me you really care!" she teased.
"Just trying to give good service," Scott answered, smiling broadly. His hands were covered with black grease. "Let me clean up a bit," he said. "And we can go have a drink."
Not waiting for her answer, he disappeared into the john. Mona sat in her car, wondering if they would go in his car or if she should follow him.
"Move over," he told her when he came out of the john. Mona moved obediently to the passenger side and Scott started the motor.
"Like a top!" he told her proudly as they turned onto the highway. He drove expertly and in a few minutes they were parked outside a popular roadhouse.
"Come on," he said. "Let's have a drink."
Inside the bar, it was crowded and noisy. Scott led Mona to a table in the back room where it was quieter.
Neither said much until their drinks came. Then Scott started asking her questions. Mona answered them. She was used to being questioned by men who wanted to fuck her. No one was looking to get his head shot off, and in these parts most men had guns.
"So when is Ace coming back?" Scott asked slowly.
Mona shrugged. "I'm not sure," she said. "He writes about once a week, but he still isn't sure." She longed to ask Scott as many questions as he had asked her, but didn't.
"You know what I like about you?" he asked after they had finished their second drink.
"What's that?" Mona asked shyly.
"The minute I spotted you, I said to myself, that's eating stuff!" Scott said. He watched her reaction closely. Mona was pleased.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"My place isn't far from here," Scott went on. "Why don't we go there?"
At least he's not married, Mona thought with relief. Most of the men she had been seeing were. The idea that Scott was free was attractive to her. She could hardly wait to feel his cock shoved up her cunt. Or, as he put it, his tongue.
"Sounds good to me," Mona said.
As they made their way towards the door, Jake and Carol came in. Jake looked hard at Mona and Scott, but was hardly in a position to say anything.
Carol's eyes bored into Mona's also, but she seemed pleased to see Mona with another man. Mona nodded to them, trying to avoid looking into Jake's eyes. "Know them?" Scott asked as they drove away.
"Yeah," Mona said. "They live in the park."
She was grateful Scott didn't ask any more questions about them. She didn't want to even think about Jake.
"Come on," Scott said, patting the seat next to him. "Sit next to me!"
Mona snuggled up to the handsome mechanic. He smelled like aftershave lotion and she liked that. She began kissing his neck, licking his ear lobes and sticking her tongue in his ear.
"Hey!" Scott protested, not without enjoyment. "Take it easy!"
His right hand was between her leg, fondling her cunt with broad up-and-down movements.
Mona squirmed with excitement. "You're going to eat me?" she whispered in his ear. "Honey," Scott promised. "I'm going to eat you out like you've never been eaten out before!"
Mona liked to talk about it. The words excited her. "Hurry up!" she urged. "I want to feel your tongue licking and sucking away on my clit!"
"If you don't stop that, we're going to run off the road!" Scott said, but he was pleased that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He loved his job in the station. There weren't that many gas stations around the park, and he got to view all the women to his heart's content. Mona was certainly the prettiest cunt he had seen in the station lately, but there were others too.
He pulled into the parking lot of a bungalow colony. "You live here?" Mona asked, surprised.
"Yeah, why? You been here before?" Scott asked.
"No, never," Mona said. She followed him into the small cottage, noticing how neat and cute it was. She saw the bedroom through the hallway. The bed was unmade and rumpled.
"Go on in," Scott invited. "I'll be right there."
Mona walked into the small bedroom. There was no place to sit except on the bed, so she did. In one corner was a bureau, its top covered with socks and various other bits and pieces of clothing.
"Coffee?" Scott called from the kitchen.
"No thanks," Mona called back. "I spent too much time getting a buzz on. I don't want to sober up now!"
She began undressing, watching herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. It was positioned in such a way that any activity on the bed would be visible. Mona sucked in her stomach, making her tits spill forward. Their luscious fullness brought a smile to her face. She cupped them gently in her hands and thrust them towards the mirror. The coldness of the glass made the nipples perk up and jut forward. Mona sucked in her breath and withdrew them from the mirror. Her blonde bush formed a perfect triangle between her thighs and she flicked her hand through the thick curly hair, as though combing it.
Scott appeared in the doorway and stared at her with an amused look on his face. "Play with yourself much?" he teased, reaching for her. Mona smiled. "It's not often necessary," she told him. Next to Scott, she felt as meek and as small as a child.
"Here we go!" Scott announced, scooping her up easily in his arms and plopping her down on his bed. Mona waited for him to undress, but he only removed his shirt.
"Oh, come on!" she insisted. "I want to see your cock!"
"Later," he promised her. Mona was lying on her back, her head resting comfortably on a huge pillow. Scott took the pillow out from under her head and pushed it under her ass. He positioned himself so that he was lying between her legs, his own long limbs hanging down to the floor. Staring at her raw cunt for a few fond seconds, he brought his face between her legs and took a big lick. When Mona felt his wet tongue flick over her clit, she gave a low moan and shuddered. Scott increased the movements of his tongue then, so that he was able to cover her entire vaginal area with his swift, probing tongue.
Mona sighed and stuck her feet up in the air. Scott pushed the flat of her thighs higher into the air so that her asshole was also available to his searching tongue.
Lightly running his tongue up and down her wet gash, Scott then began batting his tongue from side to side, flipping her clit around until it filled with blood and swelled larger. He could smell her sweet scent and the hairs on her cunt were tickling his face. Opening his eyes, he saw how her chest was heaving up and down, her two tits looking like soft mountains to him. Mona's hands reached for his head. Grasping him on either side by his ears, she dug her fingers into them, guiding the motions of his tongue as she steered his head around her cunt.
"Oh!" Mona cried. "I love your tongue in my cunt!"
Her hips began bucking up and down, slamming into Scott's face, but he didn't mind at all. His tongue raced faster over her pink hole and his hands pressed harder against the backs of her thighs.
Mona wondered how much more of this stimulation she could take. Her mind was racing with pleasurable thoughts and her body felt weak and capable of endless pleasure.
Her hands were moving wildly now over his head, grabbing his hair and pulling it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mona gasped, slamming her box harder into Scott's face. "I think I'm going to come!"
Scott didn't want her to come so quickly. He had just started and was only warming up. He dropped his tongue lower so that he was reaming out her asshole. Once the intense stimulation was taken away from her clitoris, Mona relaxed. Having her mudhole licked out was keenly pleasurable to her. Her thrusting hips relaxed and she draped her legs around his shoulders.
Scott was turning her over now, so that her ass faced his plunging tongue. Mona rested on her knees and elbows, wondering what he had in store for her now. She could hear the unzipping of his fly and was sad that she couldn't see the size of his cock. Later, she told herself. At least for right now, you'll feel it.
Scott continued to lick and suck away at her asshole, forcing the tiny opening to stretch. When he felt she was sufficiently lubricated, he brought the head of his prick to her puckered strawberry-colored opening. Grasping her around the stomach with his right hand and forcing his cock up her anus with his left, Mona felt a searing pain as his cock rutted around in her anal canal.
Scott ran his right hand up to her tits and gave them a squeeze. It felt to him as though his cock had entered a long dark tunnel with no end to it. Mona had instinctively clamped her sphincter muscle tightly around his cock and this gave him immense pleasure. He pushed his prick in and out so fast, Mona's teeth began rattling around in her head.
"Oh!" she gasped. "I love you to fuck me up the ass! It feels so good!"
Her breath was coming in short grunts, giving her speech a stuttering quality that turned Scott on. Mona knew his cock was large, all right. It felt to, her as though a red-hot poker with the thickness of a tree trunk had been rammed up her bunghole.
As she bucked about, Scott could feel the cheeks of her ass slamming into his stomach. They were as warm and hot as her swollen tits and Scott was suffused with pleasure.
Mona found that by relaxing, the pain disappeared. She reached behind her so that she could cup and fondle Scott's huge nuts in her hand. Scott drew in his breath sharply when he felt her fumbling hands on his balls. He wanted to bite down hard on her neck, but began sucking on her skin instead. The bed began to creak and moan, but neither one of them paid any attention. Scott knew he was going to come soon and he was trying to prolong his orgasm as long as possible. He began tickling her clit and when Mona felt the double stimulation of his prick and his hand on her box, she almost creamed right there and then. But she wanted to come with Scott, so she fought her approaching orgasm with everything in her.
"That's my girl!" Scott grunted when she flipped her ass even higher to meet one of his powerful thrusts. But he didn't trust himself to comment too much on her movements. He could feel his come getting ready to roar up out of his balls and he began to feel delirious.
The silence in the room was broken by the slapping sound of flesh against flesh as Mona's buttocks rose higher and higher.
"Oh shit!" Scott grunted. He unleashed an ocean wave of come that traveled through Mona's anal canal with the speed of light. Mona felt the hot liquid spurting into her ass. That sensation, combined with the manipulating fingers on her cunt, was enough to bring Mona off into an exquisite orgasm that made her sink down under his weight onto the mattress. They lay still for a while, panting heavily.
"That was nice," Scott was murmuring into her ear. "Did you enjoy that?"
Mona nodded her head, unable to speak. She could feel his mammoth cock retreating out of her asshole and was sorry she couldn't see it in full erection. Oh well, she told herself, I'm sure there'll be other times!
With his cock still inside her cunt, Scott pulled Mona over so that the two of them were lying side by side like two spoons in a drawer. Scott's mouth was on her neck, still breathing warm air throughout her hair and Mona felt so happy, she would have been content to remain in this position forever.
But then, Scott's prick slipped out of her asshole. Mona turned quickly to get a look at it, but it had shrunk to about five inches. She lifted the soggy, slick prick in her hand and smiled into Scott's eyes.
"I'd like to feel it up my cunt the next time," she told him.
"You will," Scott promised. "Do you want to spend the night?" he asked. "We could get it on in the morning."
As attractive as this offer was, Mona was afraid. "No," she told him. "I can't."
"Why?" Scott wanted to know. "Ace is in Alaska. Who's to know?"
Mona didn't want to tell Scott that she suspected Jake would make several passes by her trailer to see if her car was there, so she said, "It's nice having my husband away, but I never know when he might show up, if you know what I mean."
Scott nodded thoughtfully. That made sense to him, but he was still disappointed.
He patted her fondly on the ass.
"Okay," he said. "I'll catch you later."
On the way home to her trailer, Mona thought about her life. She was having so much fun, she half-wished Ace would never come home. As long as he sent her checks regularly, she really didn't need him for sexual satisfaction. The whole world, it seemed to her, was ready to fuck her at the slightest drop of a hat. Turning into the entrance of the park, she rode slowly by Jake's trailer. It was dark and his pickup truck was parked outside. Mona was relieved to know that he was in bed. It wouldn't pay to anger Jake, that was for sure. Like most of the men she fucked, they all thought they were the only one.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Mona was busying herself around the trailer when she heard a knock on the door. Pushing it open, she stared into the face of Mark, the owner of the trailer park.
"May I come in?" he asked.
Mona backed away from the door, surprised. She had paid her rent and she wondered what on earth Mark wanted to speak to her about. He was a man in his early forties, handsome and rugged.
"Do you want some coffee?" Mona asked him as he sat on her couch and stared around the room.
"Love it," he said. Mona was cheered by the tone of his voice. He didn't sound angry and this gave her courage.
She brought two cups over to the table and sat next to Mark Retz. Mark stirred his sugar into his coffee thoughtfully. Mona stared at the gold wedding band as it flashed in the morning sun. She was dying to ask him why he came, but figured he would tell her soon enough.
Mark sipped on his coffee then set the cup back down.
"Mona," he began slowly. "I had some visitors to my office yesterday with a complaint."
"Oh?" Mona asked surprised. "Who were they?"
Mark grimaced. "Most of the women in the park," he said. "Carol was their leader." Mona gulped. Though she had tried to be discreet, apparently she had failed. "What did they want?"
"This isn't easy for me to say," Mark said uncomfortably. "But they feel you're giving the park a bad name. They claim you're a loose woman."
He avoided looking at her. Mona drew her breath in sharply. "They're just jealous," she said quickly. "Because my husband isn't here, they think I'm having a wonderful time," she said hotly. "They wish they were in my shoes."
Mark laughed, easing the tension in the air. "You're probably right," he admitted. "But I promised them I would look into it." He faced her, his dark brown eyes boring into hers. "I'm sure it isn't true," he said. "But I thought I should speak to you about it."
Mona felt better already. The last thing in the world that she wanted was to get out of the park. Moving a mobile home wasn't the easiest thing to do, and she would never be able to explain to Ace why she had to move.
"I appreciate you telling me this," she said softly. "I'm also happy that you don't believe them."
She glanced slyly at Mark. Mark's face reddened. "I didn't say I didn't believe them," he began. "But speaking for myself, I've never heard anything bad about you."
As a matter of fact, Mark had heard nothing but good things about Mona. How wonderful she was as a fuck. What a great blow-job she gave. How sweet she was to eat. But he had always dismissed these rumors as being wishful thinking on the part of the men who had bragged they had Mona. When the women had descended on his office, his hope that these things were true were confirmed happily in his mind.
"More coffee?" Mona asked. She rose from the sofa and Mark was able to see how beautifully she was built. His eyes ran up and down her fine body.
"Love it," he said, holding out his cup.
He watched the way her ass twitched from side to side as she made her way into the tiny kitchen. Clearing his throat he added, "Personally I wouldn't mind what they said, but my wife was there at the time and she wants me to get you out of here."
Mona almost dropped the china. "Surely you don't believe those vicious rumors!" she cried. Mark shrugged. "What can I do?" he asked helplessly. "It's not what I believe. It's the pressure I'm under."
"But you own the park!" Mona protested. "Why don't you tell them to go fuck themselves!"
Mark broke into a wide grin. "To tell you the truth, honey," he said, "I'd like to. But I am a married man and I do have a wife to put up with."
Mona remembered Mark's wife. She was a small, sharp-featured blonde with tight lips and narrowed eyes. Mona sat down next to Mark on the sofa.
"If Ace ever heard about this," she began. "He'd kill me!"
Mark wasn't sure whether she meant hearing about her fucking around or getting kicked out of the park, but he felt sorry for her anyway.
"Relax," he said hoarsely. "I still wear the pants in my house!"
Mona felt his arm go around her and instantly relaxed. Now she felt in control. The desire that Mark obviously felt for her made her feel confident again. But she had to protect her interests.
"To tell you the truth," she began. "Ace doesn't send me that much money and it has been hard on me paying the rent here."
Mark smiled. He hadn't gotten to own a trailer park because he wasn't a good businessman. The rent was actually pretty low in the park. About sixty dollars a month. Mona was certainly worth sixty bucks a throw, but explaining the absence of her rent to his wife would be difficult. He would have to put the money in himself.
Mark set his cup down on the table and turned to her. Mona saw his mouth coming nearer to her own and her lips parted automatically. His arms went around her, frail shoulders as his tongue dug into her mouth. She could taste the coffee on his tongue as she swapped spit with him. Mark's arms went lower on her body. He drew her closer to him by the waist and Mona was able to feel his cock digging into her belly button.
Then Mark broke away.
"Maybe we can work this out," he said hoarsely. Mona looked at him pleadingly. "I hope so," she said in a small voice.
There was no doubt in Mark's mind now that everything the women said was true, but he wanted to fuck her so much, he didn't give a shit anymore. He turned towards her again, his hands slipping up under her sweater so that he could fondle her beautiful tits. Mona gasped when she felt his rough hands on her soft flesh. He had her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and was kneading it back and forth.
"Kiss it," she said. "I want to feel your mouth on my tits!"
Mark bent his head to her chest and took the nearest tit in his mouth. Mona felt his tongue licking and sucking on her tit and she moved backwards on the couch. Now she was resting her head on the arm rest and Mark was lying between her legs.
"Mmmmm," he said. "You sure have a beautiful pair of knockers!"
His other hand was massaging her other tit and Mona felt her cunt begin to itch. She hoped Mark's wife hadn't followed him on his visit to her trailer. Maybe I should lock the door, she thought. But Mark's insistent tongue was doing too many delicious things to her breasts and she didn't want to move.
"Let's see what the rest of you looks like," Mark said hoarsely. He sat up on the couch and unzipped his fly.
Mona removed her slacks and Mark was happy to note that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Not even pantyhose. His cock sprang out from his pants and he began to jerk it up and down absently.
"Here," Mona said, kneeling in front of him. "Let me do that!"
She took his swollen prick in her hand and began to pull it slowly back and forth. Mark spread his legs far apart and rested his head back on the couch.
"Go ahead," he urged. "Suck on it for a while!"
Mona lifted his cock to her mouth and began running her tongue up and down his thick shaft. Mark responded to her eager nibblings by thrusting his hips back and forth. He wanted to ram his cock down her throat so far he would fucking choke her. But he held himself in check.
Mona relaxed her throat muscles so that his huge cock could slip easily down her throat. She was dying to taste his come. Her right hand worked furiously, bringing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Mark felt her warm, wet tongue working around his cock and almost creamed right then.
"Oh honey!" he told her. "That feels great!"
Mona increased the suction on his cock. She loved it when guys told her how much they enjoyed her blow-jobs. Making a man come in her mouth was one of her favorite things. Just feeling that hot, slimy white liquid flow down her throat was enough to make her come.
Mark felt his cock going deeper into her throat and half-rose off the couch so he could ram his joint even further into her mouth. Seeing a pretty chick on her knees in front of his joint really turned him on, and knowing that this one was in his complete power heightened his enjoyment. He stood then, with his legs spread wide apart and grabbed her by the hair. Mona felt his fingers digging into her scalp and though it was painful, she no longer cared. She blubbered and sucked and licked to her heart's content. Mark had a great cock and she was thrilled that it was down her throat.
"Oh honey!" Mark croaked. "I think I'm going to come!"
He began humping back and forth faster and faster, noting that Mona was so skillful in sucking cock, she didn't seem to have any teeth in her mouth. Mona jerked his cock out of her mouth and looked up at Mark.
"I want you to come," she told him dreamily. "I want you to pump your hot juicy come down my throat!"
Then she put his cock back into her mouth again. Mark pumped in earnest now. Though he would have preferred to spend hours getting his joint sucked, he had given up on that. He was going to come, and soon.
Mona was working on the underside of his prick now, running her tongue back and forth on the swollen vein, then swallowing his cock. Mark felt as though he couldn't stand on his feet much longer. The backs of his knees felt as though a million needles were sticking into them, making them weak and useless.
The feel of her soft hair in his fingers and the wet wonderful things she was doing with her tongue on his prick were too much for him to bear. He didn't care what the women in the park thought about Mona, or the pressures his wife put on him to get rid of her. She could park her trailer there forever, free of charge, as far as he was concerned.
He felt his come rolling up out of his nuts and releasing itself in big spurts that splashed inside Mona's willing mouth. Again and again he pumped his semen down her willing throat while she greedily sucked up every last drop. Then, when he had no more to give her, she still refused to release his cock from her mouth or hand. She licked his dong clean like a dog, then opened her eyes to look at him. Mark looked as though he had swallowed a thousand tranquilizers. His features were blurred and a half-smile played about his mouth. He patted her head fondly, then replaced his cock back in his pants.
"That was real nice, honey," he told her. "I don't know why those women are hassling me, but as far as I'm concerned you can stay!"
Mona got off her knees then to give him a big kiss on the lips. Mark could smell his semen and it was exciting to him. He returned her kiss.
"I'll be seeing a lot more of you honey," he promised. "I guess you're pretty lonely with Ace away."
"I am," Mona lied, giving him a soulful look. "Anytime you want to drop by and see me, just feel free to do so!"
Mark stood and straightened his clothes. "I'll do that," he promised. "Don't you worry!"
And then he was gone. Mona stayed on her knees a long time after he had left. Her endless appetite for men was bound to get her into trouble one of these days, but she didn't care. Having all the cock in the world was all that mattered to her. And even if Ace did come home unexpectedly, she knew just one man could never satisfy her.
Meanwhile, Mark went back to his own trailer.
"Well?" his wife, Dale, demanded. "Did you talk to that bitch?"
Mark lowered his huge frame into a small dinette chair and took the beer Dale handed him.
"Yes," he said wearily. "I told her what the problem was."
Dale stared at him. "You mean you didn't tell her to get out?" she screeched.
"I gave her a warning," Mark said, trying to put some authority into his voice. "You can't just tell someone to get out on hearsay, you know," he said, avoiding his wife's eyes.
Dale's eyes always bugged him. They seemed to penetrate right into his soul.
"Look," Dale said. "If you can't handle her, I'll tell her myself. Why she's nothing more than a common tramp! Do you know how humiliating it is for me to hear the other women talk about how my husband houses a whore!"
Mark groaned. If Dale was half as good as Mona was, he would have thrown Mona out. But as Dale spent most of her time bitching about everything, even in bed, he was determined to let Mona stay.
"Get off my back," he told her. "I'm sick of hearing about it."
Dale shut up then. Though she generally dominated her husband, occasionally he lost his temper and beat the shit out of her. Part of her narrow pinched look came from her fear of getting beaten.
"I'm going to take a nap," Mark told her, polishing off his beer with one long slug. "Don't let anyone bother me."
He went into their bedroom and slammed the door. Dale sat at the kitchen table, thinking. She would pay a visit on Mona herself. If she harassed her enough, maybe she would move out on her own.
Meanwhile, Mona was making her way up and down the long aisles of the local supermarket. Shopping for herself wasn't much fun and she was listlessly removing items from the shelves and throwing them into the metal basket. Not really looking where she was going, Mona's cart crashed into the back of a white-coated man who was kneeling on the floor.
"Hey!" he roared, spinning around to see which dumb housewife wasn't looking where she was going now. "Look where you're going!" he said, before catching a look at Mona.
As his eyes traveled up her long, slender legs past her shorts on up her tiny waist to her big tits, he tried to smile. By the time his eyes reached her pert face, he was standing, brushing himself off and apologizing.
"I'm sorry," Mona said softly, her own eyes taking in this broad stud's chest and good-looking face. Something electric passed between the two of them and both stood silently staring at each other. The guy, Brad, felt his cock rise under his white coat and was grateful that she couldn't see his hard-on.
"That's all right," he said gruffly. "I should know better, by now."
He stood awkwardly in front of her. knowing he should get back to his shelves, but frozen into one spot. Mona took his age to be about eighteen. Probably still in high school, she thought with a quickening heart. She dug teen-agers. They could fuck and fuck forever!
"Can I help you get something?" Brad asked. He wanted to do something useful for her, but he didn't know what.
Though Mona didn't have a dog, her eyes fell on a twenty-five pound bag of dog food.
"Yes," she said slowly. "Could you lift that for me?" And she pointed to the Purina.
"Sure!" Brad said, grateful to do something other than gape at her. He lifted the bag easily and set it in her cart.
"Gosh," Mona said. "Now how am I going to get it out to the car?"
Brad smiled. "I'll be happy to help you," he said quickly. "I'm going on my lunch hour now. After you check out, I'll meet you by the door."
Mona smiled. She was sorry to hear that he only had an hour, but that would be time enough to fuck his brains out. She passed through the check-out line, aware of the way the other women stared at her short shorts. Fuck them, she thought to herself. The smiles from the men more than made up for their jealous stares.
Brad was waiting for her by the door, just as he promised. He lifted her bags easily and carried them in his arms.
"Where's your car?" he asked. She pointed out the old heap that passed for her car and Brad carried the sacks to her trunk.
"Where are you having lunch?" Mona asked, once her groceries had been deposited in the trunk.
"I generally get a piece of pizza over there," Brad answered, jerking his hand towards a quick-food place.
Mona looked at his profile. His nose was a little large, but that would feel perfect, brushing against her clit.
"I could make you something to eat," she offered.
"Okay," Brad said quickly. He hated to sound so eager, but an hour wasn't very long. He got in on the passenger side and Mona spun out of the lot.
"By the way," he said as they drove along. "My name is Brad. What's yours?" Mona told him.
"Mona," he repeated. "I've never known anyone called Mona before. You married?" Mona laughed. "Why do you ask?" she wanted to know.
Brad shrugged. "Well, if you weren't, you'd be working, I guess." He felt a little uncomfortable, but not enough to deter him from going home with Mona.
Mona pulled into the park entrance and drove towards her trailer. "Ever been in here before?" she asked.
"I live here," Brad said. "We moved in last week.
My old man's out of work. That's why I'm working at the supermarket."
He followed her into the trailer. Every part of him yearned to grab her from behind, but he still wasn't sure what she had in mind. Maybe she really was going to make him a sandwich.
"Make yourself at home," Mona invited. She was sorry to hear that he lived in the park. He would be just one more person to hear about her activities.
Brad looked around the trailer. "Can I use your bathroom?" he asked.
Mona pointed out where the John was and Brad commented that her trailer was a lot nicer than his. When he came out of the John, which was next to the bedroom, he didn't see Mona.
"Hey!" he called. "Where are you?"
"In here," Mona answered. He followed her voice until he was inside her bedroom. Mona stared at the young man in front of her. She knew she would have to take the initiative, but that his young cock would be well worth the effort.
"Come here," she purred.
Brad moved over to where she was lying on the bed.
"Take your pants off," Mona suggested. "Let me see your cock."
Brad fumbled around with his zipper. Stepping out of his pants and shorts, he faced the woman on the bed.
"Nice," Mona told him. "Real nice!" She reached out for his prick. Brad moved over to the bed so that she could play with his cock easily.
"What about you?" he asked. "Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"
"Why don't you take them off for me?" Mona asked softly. Brad bent down and pulled her sweater over her head. Mona continued to play and fondle his cock and balls. Then he yanked off her shorts.
"Gee," he breathed. "You're beautiful!"
Mona smiled. "You're not bad yourself!" she said. "Come on, get in bed with me."
She moved over slightly so that Brad could fit into the bed with her. The two of them stretched out, their flesh rubbing, Mona's tits pressing into his hairless chest.
Brad gulped. Her body felt so fantastic to him. Warm, soft and smooth, just like a woman should feel. Mona reached down between his legs and stroked his cock. It was as rigid and stiff as hot steel. Brad's hands began to race up and down her body. He wanted to hold her everywhere at once. His head spun deliriously with her touch. He wondered where her husband was and how it was she could feel so free to pick up men to fuck in a small trailer camp like this.- But then, he no longer gave a shit. Even if he got his balls shot off, the way he felt right now, it would be worth it.
Mona welcomed his frenzied eagerness as opposed to studied lovemaking. Passion made her heart jump and her blood race.
"Hurry!" she told him. "I want to feel your cock jammed up my cunt!"
Brad mounted her swiftly. He was as eager to fuck her as she was to fuck him. The head of his cock nosed past the tiny pubic hairs on her cunt and slipped inside her tight box. There was a squish sound as he connected firmly inside her cunt. He began rutting in and out so furiously the breath was knocked out of Mona.
"Oh!" she yelped. "That's it! Fuck me, Brad!"
His cock felt like a piston to her, pumping in and out of her gash so swiftly she felt as though her womb was being pummelled to death. Mona raised her legs and wrapped them around Brad's back. He could feel her heels on his ass, beating on his rump. He grabbed her firm cheeks with his hands, and pumped in and out even more furiously. Mona's teeth began rattling around in her head, and her eyes rolled backwards. This kid could fuck!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "I love it!"
Brad had fucked a few girls in his young life, but none who moved and snapped around like this! She was like an eel in his hands and he had everything he could do to keep his cock rutting around inside her cunt. Shit, he thought, this is some fucking lunch hour! If the other guys could see him now! He was glad she lived in the park. That way he could visit her often.
A strange, strangled noise escaped from his mouth like a hiss and Mona knew he was going to come. As much as she regretted this, she wanted to feel his come searing into her box, washing and soothing away the desire that obsessed her.
She felt as though she was lying naked on the beach and a huge wave was about to wash over her head. Every fiber in her being cried out for release from the tension. She began gasping and crying out, raking her nails on Brad's back, pounding her feet on his buns, her chest heaving and sweating as she tried to meld into one person with Brad.
Then she felt his hot juice splat inside her throbbing cunt. Brad could feel her cunt muscles tighten around his emptying cock and he gave himself over to the wild sensations of his orgasm. His breath was hoarse and gasping and his brow was covered with sweat.
"Oh shit!" he cried. "I'm fucking coming!"
This blew Mona right over the edge herself and her cunt held his cock like a powerful vise. When Brad had emptied all his juice into her box, he sank onto her perfumed chest. He was too weak to move right away, and he was glad she didn't say anything. He felt himself drifting off to sleep and he fought the sensation, knowing he had to get back to the store.
After a few minutes had passed, Brad rolled away from Mona. His cock slipped out of her vagina with a small pop, as though a bubble of air had burst. Mona reached down to her cunt with her right hand and rubbed her swollen clit. She knew she should give him a ride back to the store, but she felt drained and lazy.
Brad was dressing hurriedly now. "I'm sorry I have to split," he told her. Mona struggled to sit up.
"That's all right," he told her. "I can hitch a ride back to the market. Stay."
He was dressed now and though he was in a hurry, he hung back for a minute.
"Could I see you again?" he asked shyly.
Mona smiled. "I'd like that," she told him. "But please don't say anything about this. To anyone," she added.
Brad promised he wouldn't, and in a few minutes Mona was left alone in her bedroom. Not having anything better to do with her time, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Lazily, she reached for the rumpled sheet and drew it up over her body. She had laundry to do later that day. But it could wait. Going to the park laundry was not one of her favorite things, but with all the fucking she had done on the sheets lately, she knew she had to go.
That afternoon when Mona approached the laundry room, she could see several women inside, sitting around talking with one another. She looked in vain for her friend Barbara. Shit, she thought. I should have called her first. With Barbara, she could face the world. But these harpies were something else. If there had been another laundry room around, Mona would have gone there, but the nearest one was fifteen miles away.
Silence fell on the room as Mona opened the door. The only sounds came from the washers and dryers. Mona spotted Carol and Dale in the group. She knew Dale probably had her own washer and dryer in her trailer. The only reason Dale came to the laundry was to lord it over her tenants and gossip.
Mona went to an empty machine and filled it with her laundry. She heard snickering around the room, but Mona refused to acknowledge it.
"Probably has a lot of stains on everything," she heard Dale say.
"Not blood stains, either," another woman said.
Mona let them snicker and bitch all they wanted. She had had to deal with jealous women all her life and she doubted it would ever change. Not unless she grew old, anyway.
Once her wash was going, Mona went over to one of the benches and sat down. Opening a paperback, she tried to read. Suddenly she became aware of two feet planted in front of hers. Looking up quickly, she saw Dale's piercing eyes looking down at her.
"Yes?" she asked. "What is it?"
"What is it?" Dale sneered. "You're not welcome here, that's what it is." Several of the other women laughed and Dale took her courage from this. "I don't know what you're talking about," Mona said. "My rent is paid."
"Yeah, sure," Dale went on. "How do you get that money?"
Mona slammed her book shut. "Look, bitch," she said, rising now and meeting Dale's eyes at her own level. "You're annoying me. Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to read."
But Dale wasn't about to let up.
"I better not ever catch you messing about with my man," she hissed. "Or I'll mark that face up of yours so that no man will look at it!"
"They don't look at her face!" Carol chimed in.
Mona whirled towards Carol. "They don't look at yours either!" she shot back. Her machine clicked off then and she took out her laundry. Dumping it into the yellow basket, she carried it to the dryers.
"Fucking tramp," she heard someone say.
Mona faced the five women in the room. "You make me sick," she spat. "You're just jealous!"
And she flipped her hips from side to side as she walked back to her bench. "I wonder how Ace is," another woman mused. "He's not exactly in the hole!" another voice piped up.
The room broke into raucous laughter then and Mona's face flushed despite herself.
"You know," she told the gathering. "Just for the hell of it, I should fuck all your husbands! At least the ones I haven't been through yet!" she added, watching the way their mouths dropped open.
"In fact," she added. "If you used your own mouths for something other than mouthing off, your husbands might not stray so much!"
There were gasps in the room then.
"Why that's as good as admitting it!" Carol said. She nudged Dale. "Come on!" she pleaded. "We have children in the park and we're trying to raise them in a decent environment."
It was Mona's turn to laugh then. "Maybe you shouldn't litter so much then!" she told them. Not waiting for her laundry to completely dry, she took it out of the dryer and stuffed it in her basket. "I don't need a dryer," she told them. "There's enough hot air in this room as it is!"
And she slammed out the door.
"That's it!" Dale vowed. "Mark said he spoke with her, but apparently it didn't have any effect. Now all of you are my witnesses. You heard the foul things she said!" j The other women nodded solemnly.
"She ought to be arrested," one said. "She's probably loaded with VD!"
Mona entered her trailer and hung up her wash. She was depressed as all shit. Dialing Barbara, she asked her best friend to come over for a drink.
"I'll be right there," Barbara's low voice assured her. "Just hang on, honey!"
CHAPTER THREE
Mona was lounging around in a thin cotton robe when Barbara rang the doorbell. She never got dressed for Barbara. Neither girl had anything to prove to the other which was one of the reasons Mona liked her so much. She could be natural and herself around Barbara.
"Come in!" she called, not bothering to get off the couch. "The door's open!"
Barbara was so tall, she had to duck her black head to get into the trailer. Every time Mona saw Barbara, she was struck by the other woman's beauty. She was almost six feel tall, with the most beautiful black skin Mona had ever seen in her life. Barbara reminded her of an Amazon and whenever they were together, Mona felt as though nothing could harm her. Though she had known Barbara for only a few months, Mona felt as though she had known her for years. She was the only black woman in the trailer park. Mona often thought that because they were both outsiders they got along well. Barbara was a schoolteacher, and Mona (who had flunked out of high school) never thought she would ever socialize with someone like Barbara. She was proud of her friendship with the tall, athletic woman.
"You got anything to drink in this dump?" Barbara asked good-naturedly. She began rum�maging around in Mona's cabinets.
"I think there's some gin under the sink," Mona said. "Make me one while you're at it."
Barbara mixed two gin and tonics and handed one to Mona. "So what gives?" she asked. "Have the harpies been on your ass again?"
Somehow, the way Barbara talked about Mona's problems made them seem silly. "Yeah," she said. And she related her experience with Mark and then the women in the laundromat.
"Fuck them all," Barbara said, taking a swig of her drink. "I swear to God, if the rent wasn't so cheap in this dump I'd move out."
Mona felt the gin hit her brain and relax her body. She stretched out on the couch lazily. Barbara was sitting across from her in the one and only chair.
"Here's to you, kid," Barbara said, toasting Mona with her glass before finishing her drink.
Mona sipped hers. She couldn't drink the way Barbara did. She supposed it was because Barbara was so much bigger than her. Barbara flashed her a broad smile then, all the more brilliant because her skin was so black.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to make myself another," she said. "Want one?" Mona shook her head. "I'm all right," she told the black woman.
As Barbara stood in the kitchen making herself a fresh drink, she thought quickly. If there was one thing she wanted from Mona, it was her cunt. She was very close to Mona, but not so close that she had revealed the fact that she was a lesbian. For a girl with all her sexual experience, she was surprised that Mona hadn't surmised that she was gay.
She came back to the living room and sat down again in the chair. "This place needs music," she announced suddenly.
"Pick out something you like," Mona said lazily. "I've had a hard day." As Barbara placed an album on the turntable, Mona related her experiences with Brad. Barbara's back was to Mona, so Mona didn't see the pain that crossed Barbara's features.
"You sure do fuck around, honey," Barbara said. "What those women say about you is the truth!" And she laughed loudly.
Mona laughed along with her. "Yeah," she said. "I guess I'm nothing better than a whore after all. I just don't like them telling me about it."
"Well, at least you're honest," Barbara said thoughtfully, taking another sip of her gin and tonic. Her clit was jumping in and out of her cunt so fast, Barbara felt that Mona could see it for sure.
"So what's with you?" Mona asked. "We've talked enough about my problems."
"Nothing much," Barbara said. "The same old shit."
The drink made Mona's eyes fuzzy. She could see the outline of Barbara's body, but not her face. At least not too clearly. Barbara was humming along with the record now. Then she stood up and began to dance by herself slowly around the small room. Impulsively, she reached for Mona's hand on the couch.
"Come on," she invited. "Don't be such a stick in the mud!"
"Are you crazy?" Mona asked, but she allowed Barbara to pull her off the couch and into her arms.
Mona had never danced with a woman before, and she found it oddly exciting. Barbara's tits were pressing into her own and Mona was left with the sensation that she was dancing with a mirror.
Barbara lowered her head so that her mouth was near Mona's ear. "Put your arms around me, honey," she whispered. "It'll make me feel so good!"
Mona would have done anything for her friend. She embraced her happily. Barbara's own hands were drifting down Mona's back, finally settling on her ass. Mona could feel her insistent palms through the thin nightie she was wearing and a thrill shot through her.
Their hips ground against each other and Mona was surprised to feel the heat that her cunt was generating. Barbara went into a bump and grind bit then, and they both laughed. But Mona's laugh had a strange, choking quality to it. Barbara pulled her closer, holding her tightly, and breathed into her ear.
"You feel real good," the older woman said.
A warm secure feeling suffused Mona. She got the picture now, and was eager to see how far Barbara would carry it. Would Barbara, her best friend, actually stick her tongue into her cunt and suck it just like a man? She certainly hoped so!
They danced awhile longer, Barbara growing bolder and more insistent with the music. Mona felt herself melting in her friend's arms and wished that Barbara would support her in her arms. She began slipping away from Barbara's grasp, but the black woman seized her even more firmly. She stopped dancing and held Mona tightly.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," she told her friend. Before Mona had time to answer, Barbara brought her mouth on top of hers.
"Don't say anything," she murmured. "Just relax and enjoy!"
Mona was only too happy to obey her friend's wishes. This way she could pretend she wasn't really participating, but was outside of her body, watching the whole thing.
Barbara had a musky smell that Mona found exciting and she moved her body closer to Barbara's. Her tits were flattening against the other woman's chest and Mona could feel her nipples harden and perk up. Both of them had the sensation their tits were on fire. Mona began squirming and pushing her pussy against Barbara's thigh. Barbara dug her thigh in between Mona's spread legs and humped her. Mona's movements became faster and more urgent as Barbara increased the force of her leg between Mona's thighs.
"Oh, that feels good," Mona moaned. "I love it!"
Mona's response was all that Barbara could wish for. She had dreamed of holding her friend for so long that actually feeling her flesh next to her own made her feel dizzy.
"I want to eat your pussy," she whispered. "Will you let me suck on it and make you feel better?"
"Yes," Mona sighed. "I would love that very much!"
She led the older woman towards her bedroom, thinking wryly to herself how much her cunt had been working lately. Maybe I should start charging, she thought. What is all this give-away shit anyhow?
Then, as Barbara pushed her back on the bed, Mona stopped thinking about her financial situation. All she wanted to think about now was the wonderfully soft way Barbara had of making love to her.
Barbara reached into her back pocket and removed something that Mona couldn't quite see, but when she heard a little hum, she realized Barbara had brought a battery-operated vibrator with her.
"Spread your legs," Barbara instructed. "And relax!"
Mona spread her legs, letting her robe spill apart to reveal all her womanly charms. Barbara let out a low whistle. "Honey," she told Mona. "I could eat you up. All of you!"
Mona didn't answer at first. She wished that Barbara would get down to business. Her cunt was so moist and wet, it felt as though she had wet her pants.
"Please," she begged. "Let me feel your face on my pussy!"
Barbara chuckled. "All in good time," she promised Mona. "Just be patient!"
Barbara fitted herself between Mona's legs and began gently pushing the vibrator back and forth in her cunt. Mona drew her legs up so that her entire vaginal area was spread before Barbara. She could feel the humming, throbbing vibrator stretching the delicate skin of her cunt far apart and she automatically began gripping the cock-like object with her cunt muscles.
"Faster!" she begged.
Barbara smiled. This fucking Mona was a slave driver!
She began licking at Mona's clitoris while still ramming the vibrator back and forth in her cunt. Mona groaned. It seemed as though her entire vaginal area was being assaulted by a million tongues and one firm prick. She began bucking her hips up and down, thrashing them from side to side, eager for more and more.
To think she had missed out on all this fun before, just because she never knew Barbara was a lesbian! Mona was so happy at the discovery of her friend's sexual orientation that she dug her fingers into Barbara's hair and pumped even harder.
"Barbara!" she cried. "This is wonderful!"
Barbara lifted her mouth off of Mona's clit long enough to say that she was glad Mona was enjoying herself so much. Then she mushed her face back between Mona's steamy thighs and got back to business. Mona's cunt felt as though it was being bathed by a mother cat. She wildly thought how she would get a cat, as soon as she could. Then, she realized, that was silly. She had enough humans to eat out her cunt. What the hell did she need with an animal!
"Oh, Barbara!" she panted. "I want to do something for you, too!"
Barbara stopped licking on her cunt then. "You do?" she asked, surprised. "You don't have to, honey," she said. "I get enough enjoyment out of doing this. Just making you happy is all I want to do!"
"But I want to!" Mona pleaded. "I want to suck on your big, black cunt!"
It excited Barbara even further to hear this pale, blonde chick crying out to bury her face between her legs.
"All right," she said. Still keeping the vibrator between Mona's legs, Barbara rose up from the bed and stripped out of her clothes. Mona stared at Barbara's beautiful body, with its huge tits and ass. Her hands reached out for Barbara and dragged her back onto the bed.
"Turn around," she said. "Turn around and plant your big, black bush on top of my face!"
Barbara neatly assumed the sixty-nine position with Mona and began sucking and licking on her pussy again. She could feel Mona's busy tongue probing between her kinky pubic hairs, seeking out her clitoris. When Mona finally started sucking Barbara's clit, she was amazed at its size. It was just like a penis, only slightly smaller. It certainly gave her plenty to nibble and suck on! Barbara was surprised that Mona was so adept at eating out her pussy, until she realized that Mona was only doing to her cunt what she liked to have done to hers.
Now Mona had her hands on Barbara's big buns, pulling them apart so that the smell from her crack filled the tiny room. The odor increased Mona's passion. She tried to bring her head up over Barbara's buttocks so she could lick out her mudhole but that was impossible. Barbara sensed what her friend wanted to do and she brought them both to their sides, never missing a stroke with the vibrator or a lick with her tongue.
Mona knew she was coming to climax any second now, and she wanted Barbara to come with her. She increased the intensity of her talented tongue, noting the way Barbara's clit sort of peaked and froze for a second. Then, with one last suck, Barbara started thrusting and thrashing about like a wild animal. Loud wails escaped from her throat as she climaxed. When Mona heard Barbara's excitement, it triggered off her own orgasm and the two of them blew their wads together.
Barbara neatly licked up Mona's come. Then, licking their chops like two lionesses in the wild, the two of them drifted off to sleep. When Mona woke, Barbara was gone. On her night table was the vibrator and a little note: "Think of me when you use this. Ill be in touch, Love Barbara."
Isn't that sweet! Mona thought to herself. A warm feeling swept through her as she remembered her friend's tongue. Though Mona wasn't about to get into a regular lesbian scene, it was nice to know that when she chose to swing that way Barbara would be a willing partner. Turning on her side, she noted that it was almost midnight. Well, she thought, there went the fucking night! Flipping on the television at the foot of her bed, she watched the Carson show until she fell asleep.
The next day Mona decided to go to the local library and get out a book on sex. There was never enough to learn about it, she decided. And she wanted to know if she was missing out on anything. She seriously doubted that, as she had no complaints, but when she wasn't fucking, she liked to read about it.
An attractive man in his early thirties was sitting behind the librarian's desk and this surprised Mona "Where's Miss Becker?" she asked.
The man looked up from the book he was reading. "She's off for the summer," he said "Maybe I can help you?"
Mona felt embarrassed asking for what she wanted from this stranger. Miss Becker had had the same taste in reading materials as Mona, so there was never any problem there.
"What is it you're reading?" Mona asked for starters. If, by any chance, he was reading a sex-book, she wouldn't feel so self-conscious.
"Just chewing gum for the eyes," he answered. "Nothing important." He rose from behind his deck and Mona noticed that his name was displayed on a sign: William Thomas.
"Er, Mr. Thomas," Mona said. "I'd just like to look around, if you don't mind."
"Do you have a card?" he wanted to know.
"Of course!" Mona said.
"Please," Bill Thomas said. "Don't take offense, I was just going to make one out for you, in case you didn't. I'm new in town and I haven't met all the patrons yet."
"In that case, all right," Mona answered huffily and moved away. She walked through the stacks until she got to the marriage manual section. Selecting a heavily illustrated volume she came up to William Thomas.
"Having trouble with your marriage?" he asked, pleasantly enough.
"No," Mona asked. "I'm married, but my husband is away. I wanted learn some new masturbation techniques."
"That seems to be a waste," Bill murmured. "I mean a woman like you shouldn't have to play with yourself."
Mona smiled to herself. Scott had said that to her the other night. Just thinking about Scott made her resolve to see him as soon as possible.
"Seeing that you're getting so personal with me," Mona said. "Perhaps I might ask you the same question."
"You might," Bill said. "And the answer is no. I'm not married."
He stamped her card and handed the book to her. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" he blurted.
Mona appraised the good-looking man. Why the hell not, she thought to herself. She could save on her food bill and she was getting hungry.
"Okay," she said. "Where?"
"I have a little place by the lake," Bill told her. "And I pride myself on being something of a cook. How about my place?"
Mona agreed.
"See you at eight," she promised and walked out of the library. Returning to her trailer she thumbed through the book. There wasn't an illustration in the book that she hadn't seen before or any sexual combination that she hadn't tried Throwing the book across the room in disgust Mona realized the only good thing that might come from her trip to the library was her dinner with Bill.
As she drove up the winding mountain road towards his place, Mona hoped her car would make it. I better have Scott look at this again, she thought. As she walked towards the cottage, she could smell the fire inside. It was a little warm to have a fire, she thought. But maybe he's cooking on it. As she stood knocking on the door, she heard music. Gee, Mona thought, he thinks of everything!
"Now nice to see you!" Bill said gallantly as he opened the door. He was wearing a large white apron that made Mona giggle.
"Sit down and I'll get you some wine," Bill said. Mona found a chair away from the fire and sat down.
"You look very pretty," Bill told her as he handed her some white wine. "Though you didn't look all that ugly this afternoon either!"
Mona sipped the wine. She would have preferred something stronger, but was afraid to ask.
"Tell me about yourself!" Bill invited as he went behind the counter in the kitchen and continued to cook.
Mona looked around the cottage. It was an A frame, small, but so open she could even see the bedroom off to the right. She saw that the bed had been made neatly. But then, everything about the cottage was neat. The walls were lined with books.
Mona took another sip of wine. It made her feel lightheaded.
"There isn't much to tell," she confessed.
"I'm sure everyone has a story to tell," Bill insisted. "I know I sure as shit have one!"
I'll bet, Mona thought. How on earth a man as urbane as he was could have ended up in this hick town was beyond her. He was approaching her now, the wine bottle jutting out from his waist like a giant cock.
"Come on," he said. "I never thought you were shy!"
When he returned to the kitchen section Mona started talking about herself. How she had married Ace as soon as she had dropped out of high school. Now Ace was in Alaska.
"Is that it?" Bill asked.
"That's it," Mona said. Somehow she felt bad.
"So what you're telling me is that you're faithful to Ace and you never had another man. Is that it?" Bill asked.
The meat hit the grill with a loud sizzle.
"Would you mind if that wasn't it?" Mona asked. The wine was making her bolder.
"I'd like it very much if you were the biggest whore in town," Bill told her. He came over and sat on the couch.
Mona laughed. "Well, I wouldn't go that far," she said. "Good!" Bill said. "I don't have time for up-tight housewives."
"It looks to me as though you have all the time in the world," Mona said. "I mean you live alone and work in a quiet place."
"You're right," Bill confessed. "I'm only pretending to be a Don Juan. Actually I'm as horny as shit."
Mona didn't say anything. Though she desired Bill, she thought she would try out her plan to get paid for sex on him.
"I'd like to help you out," Mona said. "But there has to be something in it for me."
"If it's money you want," Bill said. "I don't have much. But I'd rather throw you a few bucks then spend it on some diseased whore!"
"I take it that's a compliment," Mona said. "Thank you!"
Bill laughed. "You know," he told her. "You have a disarming innocence about you. Despite the fact you apparently fuck around quite a bit!"
Mona blushed. She thought Bill was a little peculiar. But in a nice way. He certainly was blunt in his speech! But she liked this. Now she felt free to say anything that popped into her mind.
"When are we going to eat?" she asked. "Or should I say what are we going to eat?"
"I hope you like steak," Bill said hastily.
"I love it," Mona said. She watched as Bill served the two of them on the coffee table. It was nice to have a man wait on her, she decided. He would probably be more than happy to get down on his knees and eat her out all night to boot.
They ate quickly, each more interested in what would happen after dinner rather than during it. Mona was sorry that Bill had gone to so much trouble cooking such a delicious meal, only to have it disappear a few minutes later.
Bill carried the plates into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of brandy. Pouring them both a glass, he patted a spot next to him on the couch.
"I enjoy looking at you," he told her. "But I'd rather have you closer to me."
Mona brought her drink over and sat down next to Bill. He reminded her of a schoolteacher she had had many years ago. But there was something basically decent about him that turned her on.
"Did you ever have anyone pour brandy on your cunt and lick it off?" he asked her. Mona looked at him in shock. "No!" she said.
"Would you like that?" he asked.
Mona thought about it. "It might be nice," she admitted.
"Look," Bill said. "Why don't you plan on spending the night here? That way we can take our time with one another?"
Mona shrugged. "Why not?" she replied. She didn't have any reason to return to her trailer. Thinking of her trailer reminded her of the fact that she hadn't heard from Ace in over a week. She sure as shit hoped he wasn't on his way back from Alaska without warning her.
"Come on," Bill was saying. "Why don't you take your clothes off and get comfortable?"
As if to set an example, he stood and stripped out of his own. Mona gaped at his body. For a librarian, he was built like an athlete. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist that just seemed to kind of flow into his hips. His legs were well-muscled and firm. Mona decided she hadn't been wrong guessing him to be in his early thirties.
"Come on," he urged more gently. "Don't just sit there!"
Mona wasn't sure, but she detected a trace of violence in his voice. No, she thought. That's not possible! Why, the man is a librarian and everyone knows how gentle and sweet they are. He even cooks!
She stood up and took her clothes off. As usual, she was dressed in the kind of outfit she could get out of without any trouble at all. Her one-piece jumpsuit fell away from her body and sank into a soft pile around her feet. Stepping out of the pile gracefully, she kicked her clothes across the room.
"There!" she announced. "I guess that takes care of that!" Bill laughed. "You're like a frisky filly," he observed.
Mona didn't say anything. She only hoped he wouldn't ask if he could break her. When he didn't say anything further, she reached out for his cock.
But he slapped her hand away.
"Don't!" he said sharply. Then, seeing the shocked look on her face, he immediately became humble. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to yell like that."
A warning bell went off in Mona's head, but the alcohol tended to obscure its ring. The part of her that remained vaguely sober was urging her to get out of this deserted cottage in the woods and return to the safety of her trailer. But she stood rooted to the spot.
"What I mean," Bill hastily explained, "is that I like to do everything, if you know what I mean."
It was at this point Mona decided she had better straighten up the finances in advance. She had the sensation she was about to earn every penny.
"About what I said before," Mona said coolly. "I'm a pay-for-play girl, if you know what I mean."
"Oh yes, that's right!" Bill said. He picked up his trousers off the floor and extricated his wallet. "How much?" he asked.
Mona thought quickly. If she was being professionally handled, she could probably command upwards of a hundred, but as she was only a rank amateur she decided not to push her luck.
"Fifty," she said shortly.
Bill counted out two twenties and a ten and pressed it into her palm. "There," he said. "We're even now!"
Mona bent down to retrieve her purse and stuffed the cash inside. She felt strange now, as though she should wait for him. This took away the spontaneity, but she was still fifty bucks ahead of the game.
"Lie down by the fire," Bill said. He pointed towards a white fur rug. Mona got down on the rug and lay on her back. She kept her eyes on Bill's face, not knowing what he would be up to next, but not trusting him.
"Relax!" Bill commanded. "You look uptight as all hell!"
Not wishing to displease him, Mona forced a little smile on her face. The outcome of this evening would determine whether or not she would take a chance with a total stranger again. She hoped that Bill would turn out all right. She loved fucking strangers!
Bill got down on the rug with her and handed her her brandy. "Here," he said. "Drink the rest of this."
Mona took a sip of the hot burning fluid. She would have preferred to drink his come, but his strangeness made her afraid to suggest this.
Bill bent over her and pushed her legs apart. He poured his brandy on her cunt. Mona felt the fluid splatter on her clitoris and it jumped. Then he was on her like a shot, taking a long, lingering, slurping lick.
"Mmm," he said, smacking his lips. "Tastes better this way!"
"I have an idea," she told him. "Why don't you turn around and we'll sixty-nine?"
Bill looked at her as though she was out of her mind.
"As long as I'm paying for your time," he told her. "Why don't you let me run the whole show?"
It wasn't a question really and the tone of his voice frightened her again. Mona said nothing.
"Okay," she said. "Whatever you want."
Bill smiled then. She was shaping up into the kind of woman he had looked long and hard for. He poured more brandy onto her cunt. If I were really feeling violent, he thought, I could set a match and have cunt flambe! But he contented himself with licking the sticky fluid off her red, raw, cunt.
Bill hadn't had a piece of ass in a long time. He felt he hit the jackpot, meeting up with the likes of Mona so early in his career as the town librarian. Though Bill would have preferred being assigned to a larger library, preferably one in a big city, he had to content himself with this hick assignment out in the middle of nowhere. As he licked and sucked the brandy off her cunt, he thought to himself how happy he was. Nothing she could say or do would distract from his enjoyment.
Meanwhile, Mona was wondering when he would get down to business. She enjoyed feeling his tongue on her clit, flapping this way and that, batting her tiny protuberance from one side to the other, but she did wonder when he would get down to brass tacks, fucking her up the cunt, like a normal person.
"I want you inside me," she told him, meaning it with every distended fiber of her nervous body. "I want to feel your cock ramming and jamming me until I come!"
Though Bill wanted that too, he wasn't about to forfeit his slow torture of her clitoris.
"Fucking fuck me!" she yelled. "And stop this pussyfooting around! I want to feel a man-sized cock rammed up in my cunt!"
Bill slapped her across the face then. Mona felt the sting on her face, and though she wanted to beat the shit out of him in return, she knew there was no way she could match his physical violence. She grew silent then, and sullen.
Though Bill was a roughhouse dude when it came to women, he always was put off by sullenness. He grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. Dragging her along the floor, he pulled her nude body into his bedroom. Mona's head was bumping along the wooden planks, but she gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out. If this was what happened when one was paid for sex, she resolved to return to giving it away. Her ass provided ample padding for the bumps, but her backbone seem to hit every knot in the floor.
At last Bill had her in his room. He scooped her up easily in his arms and threw her on the bed. Then, reaching underneath, he produced a length of rope. Working quickly, he soon had her! spread-eagled and tied to the bed.
Mona wondered if he was going to gag her also, or if he wanted to hear her cries of protest. Then, as Bill stripped his pillow of its cover and bound her mouth with it, she ceased wondering.
"Now," Bill said. "I won't have to put up with your incessant chatter!"
Mona watched his face change from the gentle librarian's to the warped features of a sadistic fiend. She decided she was not much of a judge of character after all. She wondered what Barbara would do in a situation like this and decided that Barbara would never get herself into such a predicament.
Mona struggled against the ropes that bound her, but to no avail. The twine cut into her wrists and ankles, and as she tried to pop free, her back arched, thrusting her tits higher into the air.
The sight of her straining tits only served to increase Bill's enjoyment. Though he knew what he was doing to Mona was against the law, he doubted she would tell anyone about it. The fact that she was a married woman and had come to his cottage alone would be enough to convince any jury this town could assemble that she had asked for it.
He started by licking her ears, digging his tongue deep inside them. Mona grew excited despite herself. As she sought vainly to embrace Bill, it only increased her sense of helplessness. Bill was moving lower now, concentrating his flickering tongue on her breasts. Along with his lingering sucks, he added a nip and small bite. Mona's skin was reddening now, a combination of her passion and the abuse she was getting from Bill. He lowered his body so that both of his hands were squeezing her tits now, but his tongue was firmly embedded inside her belly button. Mona's hips began to rise and fall in a pumping motion, aroused by Bill's tongue, yet trying to fight it at the same time. It was an odd way to be taken advantage of, she decided. There was nothing wrong with the way Bill was making love to her, it was just that she couldn't participate the way she would have liked to.
Now Bill was between her legs, sticking his tongue into her cunt and sucking on her clit. At first he started with slow, long licks, bringing her higher and higher, then he increased the motions of his tongue so that she thought she would cry out, if she could. She could never remember feeling anything so good, yet painful at the same time. Her hips rose and strained against the ropes as she exploded into his mouth. But Bill didn't stop then. He continued to lick her swollen clit, despite the fact that now this stimulation was painful to her. She wanted to push his head away, but she couldn't even move her hands, let alone reach Bill's bobbing head.
Again and again she exploded in orgasm. Just when she was about to pass out from exhaustion, Bill moved up on her body and inserted his cock in her cunt. She felt the thick hose-like object ramming in and out of her juicy box with relief. Bill's hoarse breath sounded rasping in her ear and she hoped he would come soon.
"You wanted me to fuck you," he was saying. "Well, now I'm fucking you, you little tramp!"
And he jammed his cock higher into her cunt. Mona was moaning underneath the pillow case, but Bill paid no mind at all to her struggle. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer and his semen shot into her cunt like hot lava. He lay with his full weight pressing down on her exhausted body then and Mona passed out. When she woke, she discovered that Bill had untied her. She dressed quickly, ignoring his amused gaze.
Though it was four in the morning, she left the cottage and drove quickly back to her trailer without a word to him. It was only when she was getting ready for bed that she discovered he had removed the money from her purse.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, Mona got a letter from Ace.
"Dear Darling," she read. "It looks as though the dream has ended. I'll be coming home next week. I can hardly wait to see you again, to hold you in my arms and fuck your brains out."
Mona glanced at the postmark on the letter. Ace would be coming home this week! Mona's feelings were so mixed over this piece of information she drove to the nearest bar.
"What'll it be, young lady?" the bartender asked quizzically.
"Double scotch on the rocks," Mona said without hesitation.
The bartender gaped at her. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and Mona didn't exactly look like a heavy drinker.
As he poured her drink, he thought to himself how one never knew about anything when it came to people. He was glad the bar was nearly empty. This way he could talk to her.
"Having problems?" he asked when Mona had taken her first gulp.
Mona nodded.
It was hard for the bartender, Ed, to believe that anyone who looked as good as Mona could have problems. He waited until she had taken another sip.
"Want to talk about it?" he continued.
Mona shrugged. "What's to say?" she asked listlessly.
Ed could see that Mona was going to be a piece of work, but it was early in the day, he still had the strength to cope with her. He tried to stare deep into her eyes, but she kept lowering them towards her drink.
"I get off at two," he told her. "You could come to my place and I'll try to make you feel better."
Mona wasn't drunk enough at the moment to think this was a good idea, but several scotches later she agreed.
"I hope I can last until two!" she blurted. She was smiling now, her mouth looser and her eyes sparkling.
Customers were beginning to fill the place and Ed didn't have as much time to talk with her. But he kept one eye on her, making sure she didn't fall off the stool.
"Give me another one!" Mona called.
Ed came up to her quickly. "Look," he said cautiously. "You can drink all you want back at my house. Why don't you just cool it right now?"
In another hour or so, she sat beside Ed as he drove her car towards his apartment. Ed listened carefully as Mona blurted out how her husband was coming back from Alaska. Ed was happy to hear that she was married, but the idea of her husband returning unexpectedly didn't make him feel any better.
But when he turned into the trailer park, Mona sobered up in a hurry.
"I didn't know you lived here!" she cried.
If Ace, came home and saw her car parked in front of another trailer, there would be hell to pay.
"Don't worry," Ed assured her. "If you just got his letter today, he won't be back today." He parked the car and helped her out. Mona followed him up the rickety steps. She felt instantly at home. His trailer was smaller than hers, but just as comfy.
"You don't want another drink now, do you?" Ed asked her.
Mona thought a few minutes before shaking her head no.
"I'd like to lie down," she admitted, looking longingly at the couch.
"Come into the bedroom," Ed suggested. "It's more comfortable." He took her arm by the elbow and steered her towards the back of the trailer.
Mona entered the tiny bedroom and bumped into the bed. Sitting down on the edge like a helpless child, she was aware of Ed undressing her and she made no move to stop him.
Ed had all he could do to control himself. With each layer of clothes that he peeled off, he became more excited. Her tits brushed against his hairy arms, causing the nipples to pop out. Ed had never seen a pair of tits like hers. They stuck out straight from her body, even without the support of a bra. Cupping his hands around them, he gave a gentle squeeze. Mona sighed and fell back on the bed. Ed gaped at her. He wanted to hold and touch her everywhere at once. He could see her split beaver, with its- moist slit, and his cock became swollen and hard in his pants. Though he wanted to throw himself on top of her instantly and fuck her brains out, he paused long enough to remove his clothes.
Mona peered up at him through half-slitted eyes. His body was big and brawny, like a bartender's should be built, she thought. She reached out for him, pulling him closer to her heaving body. Ed felt himself melting on top of her, his hot flesh searing into hers. He covered her mouth with his own, forcing it open, feeling the spittle running between them. Mona thrilled to feel his thick tongue wedged into her mouth. He tasted of tobacco and it wasn't unpleasant to her. She flicked her tongue back and forth against his thicker one, hoping his cock would taste as good. She could feel his prick lying between her legs like an ax handle and she squeezed her thighs around it. Ed groaned and started moving his hands up and down her flesh. He wondered what kind of exercises she did that gave her such a firm body. Unlike some girls that felt mushy beneath him, her skin bounded right back in those places where he squeezed her. He had his hand between her legs now, feeling her springy bush hairs, and the thick clitoris that poked up swollen between her cunt lips. Mona began groaning and moving her hips in an undulating fashion that Ed loved. His hips began bucking right along with hers. When her slit was sopping wet, he thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Mona gasped when she felt his thick prick enter her vagina. She began convulsing, giving him a ride up and down and from side to side like he could never remember.
No wonder her husband can hardly wait to get home, he thought wildly. The man must have been out of his mind to leave this piece unattended! He seized her under the ass, squeezing her buns in alternating handfuls. Mona wrapped her long legs around his back, feeling his pummeling prick knock the breath right out of her.
"Yes!" she cried. "Push harder!"
Ed was sweating with the strain of trying not to shoot his load into her cunt. The way she was writhing beneath him reminded him of a fish. He rotated and gyrated around on her body, finally forcing her onto her side so that they were facing each other. Now his hands were free to race from her shiny hair down to her buttocks. Her breasts were mashed like two pancakes against his hairy chest and his tongue was halfway down her throat. Mona held onto his tongue with a sucking motion that Ed wished was on his cock instead. But he would have time later for her to suck off his joint. Right now nothing could have dislodged him from her tight twat.
"Like that, sweetie?" he grunted, never missing a stroke.
For an answer, Mona gave a flip with her hips that caused Ed to lose control. He threw her one last jolt with his cock before the flurry of his climax took over. Mona felt her teeth rattle around in her head as wave after wave of exquisite sensation fluttered up and down her panting body.
Then, with a strangled sound, Ed began moaning, his hot come splashing into her box and dribbling down her spread thighs.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Holy fucking shit!"
He continued to pump and batter against her until his cock had nothing more to give her. Mona felt a peaceful sensation overtake her as her own contractions subsided and the two of them lay locked in each other's arms. Ed's cock was slowly slipping out of her cunt, but Mona's cunt kept snapping at it, unwilling to relinquish this treasure. Finally Ed rolled over on his back, his chest still heaving with the effort. He hoped her husband wouldn't drive by and see her car parked in front of his trailer. Ed felt so weak he would have been no match for an angry husband. As he drifted off into a half-sleep, he heard the sound of the shower.
Mona stood in the small shower stall, welcoming the sobering effects of the hot water. She was sorry he hadn't driven his own car. Now she had to run Ed back to the bar and then return to the park. By the time she had dried herself off and returned to the bedroom, Ed too had put his clothes back on.
"Ready?" she asked him shyly.
Ed grunted and they went out to her car. He knew Mona's type and it made him sad. He was always meeting lonely women in the bar, but they flitted from one fuck to the other, not daring to have a relationship because of their marriages. Oh well, he thought as they drove back to the bar, maybe someday.
It was nearing four o'clock when Mona returned to her own trailer. She busied herself straightening it up on the chance Ace might pop in any second. The mail from Alaska might be so far behind, his appearance that same day wasn't impossible.
At six o'clock the phone rang.
"Hi sweetie!" Ace said. "Can you pick me up at the airport?"
Despite herself, Mona was genuinely glad to hear his voice. As she drove towards the airport, she realized that she loved Ace. She just loved other men too!
I never should have gotten married, she thought to herself. It was too late to think about that now. She knew her sexual appetite would never permit her to hold any kind of job other than being a hooker. And after her experience with the librarian, she had no desire to try that again!
She could see Ace coming down the steps of, the plane, his blond hair shining under the lights. He was handsome, Mona had to admit. She felt a thrill run through her, knowing that soon they would be home, fucking.
Ace was looking eagerly around for Mona. She didn't let him know where she v as right away, enjoying the fact that she could see him and he couldn't see her. He looked older and tired to her, but she thought that was probably the flight.
Then, at last, they were in each other's arms. Ace crushed Mona to his chest so hard, she thought all her bones would break. Even though they were still in the airport, she could feel his cock rise in urgency against her stomach.
"Later!" she cautioned him with a laugh.
Ace grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back.
"Let me get a look at you!" he said, his eyes raking up and down her. "Mona," he told her. "You look fantastic! What have you been doing? Getting plenty of rest?"
Mona smiled. "I guess I've spent more time in bed than anywhere else," she admitted.
"That's my girl," Ace said with approval. "I've never seen you look so refreshed!"
Mona was grateful that her fucking around had resulted in her healthy appearance. As they drove home, Ace told her how he had waited around for months, hoping to get work, until all his money ran out.
Mona wasn't too thrilled to hear they didn't have any money left, but she felt confident that Ace could get a job now. Things had opened up since the recession.
Ace was leaning his head against the back of the car seat. "I don't want to even think about Alaska," he told her. "All I want to do is hold you in my arms again and make love to you."
Mona hoped that all traces of her sexual encounter with Ed had been erased. Ace loved going down on her and one whiff of another man's semen would infuriate him. She had expected him to be too tired to fuck her, but apparently he was more than ready.
"God, it's good to be home!" Ace said as he stood in their small living room and surveyed the trailer. "Come here!" he ordered, spreading his arms wide. "Let me feel my little woman close to me again!"
Now that Ace was actually standing in the trailer again, Mona really didn't feel like fucking him. The liquor she had drunk earlier in the day had worn off completely, leaving her slightly depressed. But she didn't dare beg off from her husband's advances. She went to him obediently.
"Oh Mona!" Ace was murmuring. "If you only knew how great it feels to hold you again!"
Mona had her face buried in his chest so he couldn't see the expression she wore. Now she had to worry about Ace getting wind of her activities from the other women in the park. He would probably beat the shit out of her, or worse. She decided she had better shape up.
"I've missed you too," she told him, putting a half-sob in her voice.
Ace hugged her tighter. "You know," he told her. "All those long, cold nights up there, you were the only thing I could count on!"
Mona was really beginning to feel bad now, but there was no way she could undo her past behavior.
"I've missed your cock," she told him. "Let's go to bed!"
Ace kissed her then. "Sounds good to me," he said. He walked into their bedroom. Just to be on the safe side, Mona decided to take another shower. Ace's desire for her was so great, she could even hear him shouting over the shower, "Hurry it up in there!"
Mona hastily dried herself off and walked nude into the bedroom.
"Holy shit!" Ace said, his eyes hungrily taking all of her body in. "Even in my memories, you never looked this good!"
He held out his arms to her and Mona climbed into the bed next to him. His skin felt as though it was on fire and it kindled within her a passion she didn't really feel.
Then he was all over her, his mouth sucking and licking every crevice like a starving animal. Mona was really getting into the delicious feeling of it all, when the phone rang. Instantly, fear replaced her sensual enjoyment.
"Who the fuck is that?" Ace demanded.
Mona reached for the phone before he could pick it up. "Probably Barbara," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. But it was Ed.
"Ace is home," she said briefly. "I can't talk now. I'll call you tomorrow."
She replaced the phone in its cradle and turned once again to her husband. Fortunately, he expressed no interest in who was on the phone. He was too concerned with fucking her. He was forcing her legs up over her head now so that her cunt was spread before his eager face.
Mona caught a glimpse of the expression on his face and relaxed. Ace had his eyes half-closed and his mouth partly opened. If there was anything in the world that he wanted to do, it was taste his wife's pussy. He had dreamed about it for months now, occasionally tasting some other cunt instead, but never finding one as sweet as his own wife's.
Now, as he nosed between her legs, savoring the scent and pushing open her cunt lips with his tongue, Ace felt as happy as a pig in shit. He groveled and snuffed around between her legs like a wild boar. For the first time since her husband's arrival, Mona was happy to have him back. All her senses were infused with pleasure as she felt his skilled tongue vigorously attacking her clitoris. Her hips began jumping up and down as she strained to push Ace's head up her hole.
Ace felt as though he was crawling back into the place he never wanted to leave to begin with. The earthy smells of her cunt were like the sea. His face was wet with her juices, and as he batted her thick clit back and forth and up and down, Ace felt he could spend the rest of his life happily eating out his wife's cunt. He experimented with new approaches, like sticking his tongue as far up into her hole as he could get it. Then he pushed her thighs even further backwards and flicked his tongue over the tiny opening to her anus.
Mona squirmed about, delirious with pleasure. Her hands held tightly to Ace's head, moving frantically all over it.
"I want you in my mouth, too," Mona insisted, knowing she was about to climax in his mouth.
But Ace wasn't quick to satisfy his wife's request. He loved teasing her and he held her tightly while she grasped vainly for his thick cock.
Ace smiled to himself, then moved his body around so that his cock was dangling in front of Mona's open, eager mouth. When he felt her wet lips close around its rigid head, he forced it even deeper into her warm mouth. Mona grabbed the base of its shaft in her hand and began pumping it back and forth in her throat, wanting to swallow him whole.
Ace's gyrations were out of control now, matching his wife's own wild movements. It seemed to Ace as though his cock couldn't go much deeper into Mona's mouth without choking or gagging her, but he didn't care. He wanted to shoot his come down her lungs and swallow her juices in the process. With one final thrust, his juice spewed out in hot, creamy spurts and he could feel her throat working to swallow every last drop.
When Mona had finished gulping up his come, she whipped her head free of his prick to emit a howling sound as her own climax shook her senseless. As the two of them drifted separately off into their own private worlds, the phone rang. Mona let it ring for a bit, perceiving the sound as coming from a great distance, then she reached for it. It was Jake.
"Where the hell have you been lately?" she heard his drunken voice ask. "Ace is back," she said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Ace stirred from his side of the bed.
"Why don't you take that damn thing off the hook?" he asked.
Mona was only too happy to comply. Placing one of the pillows over the phone, she gladly drifted off to sleep, her head resting on her husband's hips.
The next day, while Ace was out looking for work, Mona called Barbara and asked her to come over. Barbara sat in the kitchen listening to Mona's situation with a dismayed look on her face.
"Maybe you should look for work too," she told her. "It will keep you busy and out of trouble."
"But I can't do anything!" Mona wailed.
"Sure you can, honey,' Barbara said. "Get a job as a cocktail waitress or something."
"Ace would never permit it," Mona said shortly. Her pretty face frowned.
"You've got your ass in a sling, no two ways about it," Barbara said. "Maybe you should divorce him."
She watched Mona's reaction closely. Mona drew her breath in sharply. "I couldn't do that!" she protested.
Barbara gave her a look of annoyance. "There doesn't seem to be much you can do!" she commented.
Personally, Barbara felt Mona had brought all this shit down on her own head. If she had just slept with Barbara while Ace was away, none of the present problems would have existed. But as Mona was her closest friend, she didn't want to be too hard on her.
Mona thought about asking Ed for a job in his bar. The only problem she could foresee there would be contending with Ed all the time. He would think that he owned her and she wanted to be free.
"I know it's childish of me," Mona admitted. "But I'm the kind of person that likes to have her cake and eat it too."
"You hit the nail right on the head," Barbara said dryly. "Look, why don't we go for a drive and talk about it. This trailer is bugging me. There's some property I want to look at. An old farm."
Mona was happy to get out of her house. She scrawled Ace a note, carefully explaining that she was with Barbara, and got her purse. On her way out of the bedroom she saw the black phone sitting there. She hoped that if Ace got back before she did, it wouldn't ring.
As Barbara and Mona drove up the thru-way, Mona began to feel better. The land around here was deserted and pretty. She wished that she could afford to buy a farm. An hour later, Barbara turned off the thru-way and picked up a local route. Ten minutes later Barbara turned down a gravel driveway and headed towards an old white house on the hill. Mona could see the outbuildings, the white paint flaking off.
"Does anyone live here?" she asked Barbara as the two of them made their way down the driveway.
"Yes," Barbara said. "But they're looking to get out. The taxes are so bad here, they can't afford to farm anymore."
She rang the bell. In a few minutes, an elderly woman opened the door a crack.
Barbara explained that she had been sent by the real estate agent and was it all right if she looked around? The old woman's face widened into a big smile.
"Why yes!" she exclaimed, backing away from the doorway. "I'll have Jeb show you around the property. He's out in the barn right now, but I can show you around the house."
Mona looked around the large living room with distaste. Though it was big, it was full of old furniture and smelled musty. She stayed behind Barbara listening to the way Barbara was asking about the property. The kitchen seemed huge to Mona, who was used to negotiating around the narrow space her trailer afforded. She felt as though she was in a restaurant.
"Would you young ladies like some coffee?" the old woman asked. "I'm sure Jeb will be up any minute now."
They said that they would and as they sat at the old oak table, they listened as the woman explained how her husband had died last winter, leaving only her and Jeb in the place.
Just as she placed the coffee in front of them, the back door facing the barn opened and Jeb walked in. He was so tall, he had to stoop to get under the small doorway. Both Barbara and Mona gasped when they saw him. Jeb looked as though he had stepped out of the comic strip Lil Abner. He smiled gallantly at them, his big, broad teeth flashing wide in his face.
"Never thought about two women buying the place!" he said.
Barbara explained that it would be for her and Jeb nodded. "When you ladies finish with your coffee, I'll show you the barn!"
Mona wondered why they had to see the barn, but Barbara was eager to get going. Keeping up with Jeb as he strolled towards the barn wasn't easy on her, though Barbara struck a gait similar to Jeb's. Mona didn't want to see cows, but she wouldn't have minded seeing the hay loft with Jeb. She had never fucked in a hay loft before, but it was one of her favorite fantasies.
"This is all that's left of our herd," Jeb explained, making a broad gesture with his! muscular arm.
Barbara and Mona stared at about fifty cows. Loud mooing started up as the cows heard Jeb's voice.
"Settle down now girls!" Jeb said good-naturedly. "They like me," he said. "I feed them."
Though Mona had fucked many men in her life, she just couldn't remember seeing a physique on anyone that matched Jeb's. Having Barbara around was a drag. Mona didn't think Barbara would go for her fucking Jeb up in the hay loft at all. Not unless she could participate. Chances of Jeb going for that scene were pretty remote, Mona thought.
"Do you store the hay that you feed them upstairs?" she asked shyly.
"Yes, would you like to see the loft?"
He started walking towards the wooden ladder that led upstairs. ] "No," Barbara was saying. "I don't think that's necessary," she said. "I would!" Mona said boldly.
Barbara turned to look at Mona with surprise. She could tell by Mona's silence that she wasn't all that impressed with the farmhouse or the barn, and if she wanted to see the hayloft, it only meant one thing.
"Maybe we should get back... " she said.
Jeb looked from one to the other.
"Won't take but a minute," he said hastily.
Mona was happy to hear the tone of his voice. He obviously wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to fuck him!
"Come on," she said to Barbara. "It'll be fun!"
"Yeah, sure," Barbara said. But she followed Mona up the stairs. As the three of them stood in the huge, dark cavern that was the hay loft, no one said anything. Mona was impressed by how huge it was. It smelled sweet and inviting and she wanted to lie down on the nearest stack of hay and take her clothes off.
"Boy," she said. "This would make some dance hall!" Jeb laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I dance around here sometimes by myself!"
"Don't you have a girl friend?" Mona asked quickly.
Jeb kind of shuffled his feet and blushed. "Don't have no time to get one," he admitted. "Since Pop died, I've been doing all the work by myself!"
"Well," Mona volunteered, "you can dance with me, if you want to!"
Barbara went over and sat on a bale of hay. Jeb turned on the small radio in the corner and stretched out his arms. "Sure!" he said. "I'd like that very much!"
Mona fitted her body into Jeb's arms, feeling like a piece of fluff next to a mountain.
"Gee," Jeb said. "You people are the nicest ones that come to see our farm yet!"
Mona felt something like a redwood tree trunk pushing against her thigh. Though her arms were around his waist, she dropped one down around his small buns and squeezed.
"Hey!" Jeb said. "That feels mighty good!" And he pulled her closer, practically lifting her off her feet as the tiny music filled the loft. For the first time since Ace had returned, Mona didn't think about him. All her cares faded in the arms of this giant. She snuck a glance at Barbara to see how she was taking all this, but Barbara seemed amused.
Following her boldness, Jeb dropped one of his broad hands onto her ass and also squeezed it.
"We don't have no girls like you around these parts!" Jeb said. "Even if you don't buy the farm, I hope you'll come back again!"
"It doesn't look as though we're even going to leave," Barbara said dryly. But she winked at Mona and Mona felt better about her seduction of Jeb in front of her friend.
She brought her hand up between his legs now and gave his cock a squeeze. Jeb gyrated his hips around to show his pleasure. "That feels nice!"
"It would feel a lot nicer," Mona whispered, "if you took it out of your pants."
"You mean it!" Jeb almost shouted. "Why shit! You don't have to ask me twice!"
He stepped away from her and removed his overalls. Then he dropped his boxer shorts. Mona stared in disbelief at the great cock that was jutting towards her. From the corner, she could hear even Barbara gasp.
His huge nuts swayed in two plump sacs, covered by the same black curly- hair that adorned his head. Jeb followed Mona's gaze and smiled shyly.
"Built like a bull, right!" he said proudly.
Mona stood paralyzed in one spot. She was torn between falling to her knees and stuffing that magnificent cock in her mouth or quickly shoving it up her twitching twat.
"How about you?" Jeb was asking. "Why don't you take off your slacks?"
Mona stepped out of her slacks like a robot. "That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life!" she said, her voice filled with awe. "I can't believe you don't have thousands of girls coming over here everyday!"
"I used to," Jeb admitted. "But I had to stop it when Dad died." He glanced at Barbara. "If we get the farm sold, I can fuck around all I want!"
He didn't know if this was any way to clinch the sale, but he thought it was worth a try. Barbara didn't respond, so he turned his attentions back to Mona.
"That's a nice pussy you got there," he said. "Let me see your titties!"
Mona had the feeling she was about ten years old again, playing doctor with her friends. It was a nice feeling and she gladly removed her sweater. Her tits bounced free of the wool and Jeb stepped forward to touch them. He handled them with a gentleness that Mona found surprising for someone who did nothing but squeeze cow teats all day long.
"Could I suck one?" Jeb asked, his eyes pleading.
Mona glanced with longing over at the soft hay. "Let's go over there," she suggested. "I've always wanted to get fucked on hay."
Jeb took off his shirt as Mona strolled over to the hay. When she lowered her naked body onto it, she was surprised that it wasn't as soft as it looked. Some of the straws were digging into her ass. But Jeb knew this, and when he joined her, he brought his overalls with him, spreading out a kind of blanket on top.
"There," he said in a soothing voice. "Now you won't get any stalks up your ass!"
As Barbara watched, Jeb mounted Mona with the practiced skill of a breeding bull. Mona's form disappeared under the bulk of this massive young man, but as Barbara didn't hear any protests, she assumed Mona was having exactly what she wanted. She watched, fascinated, as Jeb's buns shook and shuddered as he stroked in and out of her friend's cunt. The faster he pushed in and out, the more aroused Barbara became. She slipped her hand inside her slacks and began fingering her clitoris. The more excited she became, the more she resented having her slacks on. Hating to stop stimulating herself, she stood up just long enough to slip her slacks down her long, black legs.
She knew that Jeb must have been really socking it to Mona. Her cries and gasps of pleasure filled the hay loft. Finally Barbara couldn't take it any longer. She wanted to suck on Jeb's balls while he fucked her friend. Soundlessly she approached the back of Jeb. Getting on her knees, she was able to get her mouth up to his nuts. Jeb was so busy rutting away at Mona, he was unaware of any activity behind him. But when Barbara's wet lips connected to the pouchy, wrinkled skin that covered his nuts, he almost shot his load right there and then.
Plucking his nuts up with one hand, and snuffling underneath his asshole, Barbara was able to make herself comfortable as she sucked Jeb. Grasping his thigh, Barbara had the sensation she was holding onto iron.
Jeb was grunting and rocking back and forth so hard now, Mona feared for the floor. The barn was old and wooden and she had seen gaps in the flooring when they first came up there. But she was enjoying his thrusting pole so much, Mona would have gladly fallen through to keep fucking Jeb.
As for Jeb, his head was reeling and spinning as fast as his piston-like pumps into Mona's cunt. Between the clutching, snapping box his tool was wedged into and the soft cat-like nips and licks Barbara was applying to his nuts, Jeb thought he was dreaming. His mother rarely came into the barn, and if she did today, he doubted she could make the climb to the hayloft.
Now Barbara was slurping away at his asshole, causing Jeb to let out a howl of pleasure that he was sure went all the way to the house.
"I'm going to come!" he roared, rising up from Mona's chest with a loud pop. "I'm going to come! Oh sweet Lord!" And he shot four or five gigantic spurts of semen into Mona.
It seemed to Barbara as though she could feel the flow of jism out of Jeb's nuts into her friend's cunt. But she kept sucking and licking at his balls anyway, until Jeb couldn't take it anymore.
He pushed at her head, trying not to be too rough about it. "No more, please!" he begged. "My nuts are so red now, they look like two red peppers!" And he rolled away from both girls, hastily trying to dress himself again.
"You two going back in the house how to speak to my Mom?" he wanted to know.
"Sure," Barbara said. She was disappointed she hadn't been able to get' her own rocks off, but there was always a chance Mona would go down on her on the way back.
Jeb left them at the door to his mother's kitchen, telling them they were welcome there any time. Then he disappeared back into the barn. They told his mother they would get in touch with her when they made up their minds and headed back home.
Now that Mona was momentarily satisfied, she could hardly wait to get back to her trailer before Ace. Barbara pleaded with her to spend a little time at her place first, but Mona refused.
"Talk to you later," she said, getting out of the car and racing towards her tin home.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Ace returned to the trailer, he discovered Mona was out. Finding her note, he smiled to himself and cracked open a beer.
What a considerate wife, he thought to himself, lowering his frame onto their one good chair. She thinks of everything. Just then, the phone rang and Ace grimaced in annoyance.
Who the fuck is that? he swore to himself. I'm going to take this fucking thing out of here. "Hello!" he growled into the mouthpiece.
There was a pause. "Hello?" Ace repeated. Another pause and then a click. That's it, he thought. Some prankster! He would change the number. No sooner had he sat back down with his beer when the phone rang again. Leaping out of his chair like a madman, Ace bellowed into the mouthpiece. "Yes?"
"Is Mona there?" a young male voice asked.
"No she isn't," Ace snapped. "Who is this?"
No answer, just another click. Ace stared at the phone. His suspicions were aroused now. There had been too many phone calls. Finishing off his beer quickly, he opened another one and waited for Mona. Soon he heard a car drive up. Racing to the window, he peered out the curtains just in time to see Mona saying goodbye to Barbara. Relief filled Ace. He began berating himself for suspecting Mona of being anything other than a good wife. When she entered the trailer all flushed and happy, desire for her overrode any questions he had planned on asking her.
Mona rattled on about the farm and Barbara until Ace wasn't listening any longer. Then, as though remembering his predicament for the first time, Mona asked how his job-hunting had gone.
Ace shrugged. "Nothing yet," he told her, slipping his arm around her waist. "But I'm sure something will turn up."
"Maybe I should look for work," Mona suggested.
Ace's face clouded. "No wife of mine will ever work!" he almost shouted. Then, seeing how her face fell, he added quietly. "I mean, how do you think it makes me feel? I'm a man! I can support my wife!"
Mona hugged him then and excused herself to take a shower. As Ace sat in the living room hearing the water splashing against the tin stall, he thought to himself how Mona took more showers than any woman he had ever known. At least she's clean, he thought. But it bothered him all the same. As he dwelled on her fetish for cleanliness the phone rang again. In the shower, Mona heard it also. She quickly wrapped herself in a towel and made a mad dash for it.
"It's for you!" she told him brightly. "Maybe it's about a job!"
Ace took the phone from her wet hand without looking at her. He felt guilty over his thoughts.
"Good thing you're back," a woman's voice said rapidly. "Maybe now that little tramp you're married to will straighten out!"
"What?" Ace said, but the caller hung up. Ace decided to play it cool. "All right," he said into the empty line. "I'll be in tomorrow."
"Who was it?" Mona asked. She had put a robe on now and her perfume almost knocked Ace out. "Some secretary about a job interview?"
"Yeah," Ace said, avoiding her eyes. "They want to see me again, so it's still nothing definite."
Mona put her arms around Ace. "Cheer up, honey," she told him. "I'm sure something will turn up!"
Ace gave her a half-hearted hug. "Honey," he finally said. "Are you friends with any other women in the park beside Barbara?"
Mona's face froze. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Surely you're not going to give me some racist bullshit about Barbara, are you?-" Ace laughed. "No honey, not at all. I was just curious, that's all."
"As a matter of fact, I hate most of the women in this park," Mona snapped. "They're all petty, vicious gossips. Barbara's the only half-way decent one in the bunch."
"Whoa! Hold on there," Ace said, raising his hand as if to ward off her blows. "I just asked. No sense in getting your balls in an uproar."
"You're the one whose balls are in an uproar," Mona told him.
"In that case," Ace suggested. "Why don't you cool them down?" And he yanked down his trousers and thrust his cock at her.
Mona stared at his prick. It moved back and forth like a one-eyed snake, hypnotizing her. Ace watched the way Mona's eyes became glazed and how her lower lip trembled. Not even thinking, she licked her lower hp, thrilling Ace by the quickness of her tongue.
"Get on your knees," he told her thickly, making a pass at her head. Mona sank to her knees in a trance. Ace laid back on the bed, his hand not far from where the phone rested on the night table. He decided to remove it before it intruded into his life anymore. Mona wasn't even aware of what he was doing, but she would have been happy had she seen him.
As her tongue raced up and down his cock, Ace no longer thought about the phone, or if his wife was unfaithful. He figured he would keep her so sexually active, she wouldn't have time for anyone else. And as his pleasure increased, it no longer even bothered him to think that Mona might have been fooling around while he was gone. After all, he had.
Ace had always wanted to make it with an Eskimo chick, and even though they turned out to be pretty slick whores in Fairbanks, he wasn't disappointed. His fantasy had included an igloo, sled dogs, heavy fur parkas and rubbing noses, but he found the reality quite different. In fact, if it hadn't been for this one chick, Moon, he would have had to return to the trailer park a lot sooner. He lived off her for several months as he vainly sought work.
Ace had never thought he could get close to a whore, but living in Alaska was so unreal to him, he suspended his inhibitions. Moon had a huge apartment in a city that had a huge shortage on living quarters. But she made more money than most of the men on the line by peddling her ass. Ace hadn't liked the idea too well at first, but as his morals relaxed, he found he enjoyed watching her tricks and the way she had of twirling men around her finger. Though he found most of the native girls homely, Moon was a mixture of several races. She was only nineteen, but her dark eyes and straight black hair and petite body drove him crazy. Then again, she was a lot more submissive than most of the stateside chicks and Ace liked that.
Ace knew he would have stayed with Moon for at least another year if it wasn't for the fact he caught her in bed one night with two girls. If there was one thing he couldn't tolerate, it was the idea that a woman might be "queer". Thank goodness Mona wasn't like that, though her friendship with the mannish Barbara didn't please him too much.
Ace gazed fondly down at his wife's face between his legs. He held her hair and twirled the silken strands in his fingers. This was peace, he decided. This had just about anything else he could imagine beat all to shit.
"Want it up the asshole?" he asked her gently. Mona raised her eyes to Ace's face as though coming out of a deep trance. But she didn't take her mouth off his cock. Ace figured she was content to suck him off, not wanting any great effort on his part, and he was happy. But then as he felt her tongue bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, he pulled her up off her knees so that she could sit on his cock.
"Come on, honey," he urged. "Ride me like a horse."
Mona pulled his cock up erect and began pushing it inside her like a prong. Ace studied her face, amused by her concentration. His cock disappeared up her cunt with a loud whoosh of air. As she began bouncing up and down on his prick, farting sounds popped out of her hole, adding to their enjoyment. Ace began fingering her clit, rubbing it with his forefinger, staring fascinated as it grew into a throbbing, swollen tiny penis. Sometimes he liked to watch Mona do this to herself, but now he felt like running the whole show.
Mona reached underneath him and grabbed him on the cheeks of his ass. She began pulling him up and down in rhythm to her own pumping motions.
"Like it?" Ace asked, thrusting his hips even higher into the air.
Mona had her head thrown back and her mouth open as she gasped and panted. "Oh yes!" she told him. "I love it!"
"I'm going to come, sweetie," Ace told her when the friction started becoming unbearable. "I'm going to shoot my come up into your juicy cunt!"
Mona brought her twat down hard on his prick then, feeling it bruise against the tip of her womb.
"Come!" she told him. "I want to feel your come splashing around inside me!" , The minute Ace heard the urgency and lust in her voice, he started convulsing. His whole body began to shudder and shake with the effort of sending his sperm high into her grasping hole. Mona began shaking and bouncing around on top of him like a rag doll. The increasing motion of Ace's finger on her clit sent huge bolts of pleasure quivering through her body. Ace took his finger out of her cunt then and grasped her firmly around the waist. Making one last huge thrust, the remains of his gism caressed her cunt. The ringing in his ears was so intense that for a second he thought it was the phone. Then he remembered that he had taken it off the hook. But there was something knocking on the door.
"What the fuck?" he exploded weakly. Shit, he could barely think and already someone was intruding on his privacy. He glanced at Mona. If she had heard the knock, she gave no indication.
"See who it is, will you?" he grumbled, rolling over onto his stomach.
Mona's eyes flew open then. She would have to get hold of everyone she had gone to bed with in the last six months and tell them not to bother her. The prospect seemed overwhelming, but she might as well start now, she decided.
Stumbling over to the door, she peered out and spotted Scott, the mechanic. Opening the door a crack, she whispered hurriedly, "Ace is back, Scott. I can't talk now, but I'll be in touch with you."
Scott took one look at her panic-stricken face and nodded. "Sure baby, sure," he said. "Just wondering how the old heap was running."
"I'll bring it by tomorrow," Mona said, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Ace wasn't there. And then she closed the door.
Going back to her bedroom, Ace was lying on his side, his right hand cupped around his balls. "Who was that?" he mumbled.
"The mechanic who fixed the car," Mona said. "I got rid of him."
Ace arched his eyebrow. "Oh? What's the problem with the car?"
"Nothing now," Mona said, forcing her voice to be calm. "He fixed it real good."
I'll bet, Ace thought, but he didn't have the energy to go into any heavy discussion with her now. Maybe later he would take a ride down to the bar, test out the car and pick up a little scuttlebutt. Later, after dinner, Ace told Mona he wanted to go out for a drink.
"I might run into some of the fellows and get into a card game," he told her. "You don't mind if you stay home, do you?"
The idea that Ace wanted to be alone frightened Mona, but she told him to go ahead. "I had a pretty big day myself," she told him, thinking of Jeb's cock. "You enjoy yourself."
Ace was relieved by her attitude. As he sat in the bar having a few drinks, it occurred to him that he ought to drop his whole plan of catching her at having fucked someone. Yeah, he concluded, it's stupid.
Just then he overheard two men in the booth behind him discussing a piece of ass both of them had shared.
"Yeah," one of the men said. "My wife tells me her old man is back now, so that'll be the end of that!"
"Tough," the other said. "Not much else in the park worth fucking!"
All intentions on Ace's part to forgive his wife's past drained out of him. He couldn't be made a fool of. He strained his ears to hear what else they had to say.
"... had to be an asshole to leave her alone anyway."
Ace whirled then to get a good look at the men. They were both big and brawny and his fist fell limply at his side. He would kill the little whore, he decided, the liquor making him feel like Hercules. He finished off his drink and paid his bill. He would go home now. Maybe he would catch her with someone? Rage and frustration choked him as he drove back to the park.
He could see the light on in the bedroom and from the way it flickered, he assumed she was watching television. Opening the door quietly, he heard a voice coming from the bedroom. Stealthily he crept towards the bedroom, trying to overhear her phone conversation.
But Mona had heard Ace parking the car and brightened up her voice.
"I think you should buy the farm, Barbara," she said. "Ace and I can visit you there. It'll be fun!"
Ace waited for her to say something else, but Mona was saying goodbye. "See you tomorrow. Goodnight!" Ace went into the room then.
"No poker game?" Mona asked. "What's the matter, couldn't find any of your old buddies?"
Ace sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes. "Naw," he said glumly.
Mona looked at his face carefully. She was relieved that apparently he hadn't heard anything to upset him. "Well," she said, "maybe some other time."
"Some bitch's been making tracks in this park, though," Ace continued. "I overheard two guys bragging about banging her. I wonder who it is?" he asked, looking right into her face.
"Gee," Mona said. "In this dump, it could be anybody!"
"Well, you couldn't blame a guy for putting a bullet through a cunt's head for pulling that kind of shit on him," Ace said with satisfaction.
Mona blanched. "I guess not," she stammered.
When Ace didn't say anything else, she asked, "Do you still have your gun?"
Ace climbed under the covers. "I suppose it's still where I left it," he said. "Well, honey," he added, "I'm tired. Goodnight!"
And he rolled over on his side. Mona lay still on her side of the bed, hoping that Ace wasn't aware of her pounding heart. It had been fun playing around on him when he was gone, but now she was reaping all the results of her adulterous behavior. The consequences looking frightening to her. Maybe she should run away? But where could she go? She didn't have much money and, knowing Ace, he would track her down for sure. Tomorrow she would talk to Mark, the park owner. Maybe he would have a suggestion for her?
The next day, Mark found Mona standing at the office door before he even had a chance to open up. He invited her in and offered her coffee. While he lit a cigarette, Mona blurted out her situation and asked if he had any suggestions. Mark had a suggestion all right, but it wasn't exactly what Mona had hoped for.
"Why don't you just take your clothes off and we'll talk about it," he said.
Mark felt if Dale, his wife, was going to bust his chops over this cunt, he might as well make it worth it.
"I'd love to go to bed with you," Mona said. "But right now I'm in no mood. I'm frightened!"
Mark's face darkened. He hated trouble in his park. Part of him was sorry he had ever gotten involved with Mona. And part of him wanted to fuck her brains out.
"Maybe he was just talking," Mark said. "You know how guys get when they've had too much to drink."
But Mona wasn't easy to convince. Mark's mood grew darker. "I'll tell you what," he said. "Maybe it would be better all round if you moved!"
Mona's mouth dropped open and Mark stared at her. His cock rose in his pants.
"I can't just move!" she said. "What the hell kind of suggestion is that?" She stood up from the chair in front of his desk.
"You can move if I throw you and your husband out of here!" Mark growled. "Now sit back down and try to think!"
He lit another cigarette and offered Mona one. Her hands shook as he snapped open his lighter. Looking at her lovely features in the flame, Mark decided it was worth, the risk of violence to keep her in the park. He knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but her scent was filling his nostrils, blotting out his reason.
Dale had been busting his nuts for a week now, refusing to fuck or suck him when he needed it and now Mona was playing hard to get. If there was one thing Mark couldn't stand, it was a chick who had fucked him coming off like a virgin. He was horny as hell and he wasn't going to let her out of his office until he found release.
"Maybe you're right," Mona was saying. "Maybe I should move."
"Now don't go making no hasty decisions!" Mark said. "Can I get you a drink or something?"
"No thanks," Mona said. "I've still got my coffee."
Mark watched the way her mouth moved as she spoke and his desire to ram his cock inside her pearly white teeth made him shake.
"You know what. I'd like," he asked slowly.
"What's that?" Mona asked absently.
"I'd like you to suck me off," Mark said. "If you do that, I'll have a talk with Ace and convince him beyond any doubt that you're as pure as the driven snow."
Mona thought quickly. If Mark followed through on what he suggested, it would help a lot.
Ace liked Mark a lot. In fact, Mona was surprised Ace hadn't approached him about Mona's reputation.
"Come on," Mark insisted, unzipping his fly and letting his swollen cock spring out. "Just put your lips on it for a few minutes. It won't take too long. I'm so fucking horny now I'll probably blow my wad in three seconds."
Mona let her eyes fall down into his lap where his cock stuck out like a fleshly club. All her fears of Ace's revenge dissolved. Sucking Mark's cock would make everything fine again. She moved towards the back of Mark's desk and sank on her knees. The scent of his come-filled balls hit her nose, increasing her desire to taste his scum. Mark saw her hesitate for a second and he grabbed her mouth between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching it tightly, he forced her mouth into a round "O". With his other hand, he pushed his meat into her mouth. He began pumping in and out, feeling her mouth form a suction cup. When he felt her running her tongue around his prick without force from him, he released his hold on her face.
Mona's head swam with thoughts of Mark convincing Ace that she had been faithful to him in his absence, and she increased her flutter-like sucks and licks.
"Good!" Mark was saying. "Real good!" And he punctuated his approval with more thrusts. The wanton sensations that filled his being erased his anger at Dale. At this particular moment in time he loved Mona more than anything else in the world. Her magic touch and sucking mouth made him feel like a million.
It seemed to Mona that she was spending a lot of time on her knees lately, but that was the position she loved best. Like a baby sucking on a bottle, she felt secure and taken care of.
Mark wasn't kidding when he had warned Mona he would probably shoot his wad in a few seconds. Though she sucked him longer than that, he couldn't hold his come inside his balls much longer. A sweet, heady sensation made his head reel and his cock grow sharply rigid before he exploded into her mouth.
Mona began swallowing his hot come the minute it was released. It tasted bittersweet and familiar to her and she gobbled every drop. Mark felt his knees buckle and weaken and the last spurt slipped down her throat. Holding her head between his hands, he made sure there was no more scum in his balls before he released his grip.
"There!" he announced, tucking his cock back into his pants. "Wasn't that nice?"
Mona wiped her mouth on her arm and rose off her knees before answering. Her eyes still wore the dazed look she had before sucking him off.
"Yes," she breathed quietly. "That was wonderful, Mark. I loved it!"
Mark tried to bring himself back to the reality of the situation. Now that he had gotten his rocks off, her problem with Ace loomed large and unpleasant in his mind.
"Where's Ace now?" he forced himself to ask.
"I think he's out looking for work," Mona said. "Do you want me to tell him you'd like to speak with him?"
"Naw," Mark said. "Just leave it up to me. I'll grab his ass around the park one of these days."
"But I don't have days!" Mona protested. Her voice had risen into an hysterical shriek. "I'm telling you, Mark! He threatened me with a gun!"
"Quiet down, now," Mark said soothingly. "I'll take care of it."
Still feeling as though her problem was far from solved, Mona left Mark's office. Though she had enjoyed sucking off Mark's cock, her cunt was throbbing for release. She tried to put thoughts of having sex out of her mind.
Maybe I should go back to the trailer and find the gun, she thought. If he doesn't have his gun, he can't shoot me. She walked hurriedly back to her mobile home, hoping that Ace hadn't returned.
He hadn't. Mona rummaged frantically through every drawer in the house looking for his pistol, without turning up anything except a box of ammunition.
He's probably packing it, she thought glumly. Filled with helpless rage, she sat down on her bed and began crying.
Meanwhile, Ace was in Dale's trailer. As they sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, Ace tried to form the questions he needed to ask in his mind.
"More sugar?" Dale asked. She pushed the bowl towards him. But Ace shook his head. It was hard for him to think straight. Dale was doing her best it seemed to him, to seduce him. Ace hadn't come to her trailer to get fucked, but seeing her in a robe made his cock respond automatically. He sipped his coffee and stared at her.
Though Dale's face was pinched and worried looking, her sharp features gave her the sensuous look of a fox. Now that she was smiling and making up to him, she didn't look so unhappy either. Ace wondered if Mark stayed in his office all day. He doubted it, having seen him cruise around the park in his Cadillac. Supposedly he was inspecting the premises, but most tenants felt he was showing his car off.
Dale was sitting with her legs slightly parted, causing her robe to separate at the hips. Ace tried hard not to stare at her bushy triangle, but it was difficult.
He cleared his throat. "Dale, I hope you don't mind me seeing you so early in the morning, but I have a problem." He raised his eyes to her face.
"You sure do!" Dale replied, making a clucking noise with her mouth.
"I'd like to talk about it, if you don't mind," Ace went on.
"Talk away!" Dale said. If there was anything in the world she loved to do, it was discuss other people's problems.
"Well, I guess I don't have to tell you it's about my wife. Mona," he added unnecessarily. Dale nodded and waited for Ace to go on.
"I mean, since I've come back from Alaska, there have been a lot of mysterious phone calls and visitors to Mona that I can't figure out."
He set his spoon down on the dinette and the sound echoed through the trailer. Dale sure as shit wasn't being much help.
"I don't know how to tell you this," Dale said slowly, "but Mona has become a kind of joke in this park."
"Only it isn't very funny to me," Ace interjected.
Dale allowed herself to smile. She wouldn't mind fucking Ace herself. Why Mona would fuck around on such a handsome dude was beyond her. She leaned closer to Ace, letting her tits spill out the top of her robe, yet pretending not to notice.
Ace fought to keep his eyes on Dale's face and his thoughts away from sex.
"Well, is it just rumor, or is there any truth to it?" he asked. His head was starting to spin and his cock ached.
"I haven't actually seen her with my own eyes," Dale said cautiously, "but I have seen trucks and cars parked in front of her trailer all hours of the night. I've spoken to Mark about it, because I think it gives the park a bad name. After all, we have children in the park and I don't think it's right."
She sniffed through her sharp nose.
Ace didn't think this was important, but he didn't want to anger Dale. "Go on," he urged.
"Well, frankly she doesn't have any friends here. Most of the women can't stand her ways, if you know what I mean. In fact, the only other woman I've ever seen with her is that black schoolteacher, Barbara. I've spoken to Mark about her also. I think she's a lesbian."
Ace blanched. "You do?" he asked.
Dale gave a half-laugh. "Well, I have no way of knowing personally, but no one's ever seen her with a man! She's not a problem, however," Dale went on hurriedly. "She's moving out on her own. Buying a farm or something."
Ace didn't want to talk about Barbara. He doubted she was a lesbian. The problem as he saw it was his wife fucked around with men, not women.
Dale leaned over the table and put her hand on Ace's arm. Lowering her voice, she said, "Have you asked Mona about this?"
"Not really," Ace said. "I want to be sure before I accuse her of any hanky-pank."
"A guy like you shouldn't have to worry about something like this," Dale said. "I've always thought you were the handsomest man in the park."
"Really?" Ace asked. He was flattered.
"Not just me," Dale said. "The girls at the laundry took a vote the other day, and your name came out on top." She paused triumphantly as though just announcing that Ace had won the Academy Award.
"Well, gee, that's downright flattering," Ace said. His hand began inching its way up Dale's arm. "Do you think Mark might be back?" he asked.
"Do you want to talk to him?" Dale asked. She wanted to make sure she was reading him right.
"Yeah, I guess," Ace said. His eyes locked deeply into Dale's. She lowered hers, like a schoolgirl.
"I could call him," she said.
"No, I'll stop by his office," Ace said hastily.
Dale smiled. She was relieved. "Can I get you more coffee?" she asked, making no more to get up.
Ace's hand was an inch away from her left tit. Not trusting himself to speak, he shook his head, no.
"That feels good," Dale told him. She leaned her head over so that her hair fell on his hand. Ace felt her hair tickling his hand and a warm pang of desire shot through his loins. "You've been very helpful," he told her, letting his hand slip inside her robe. Dale didn't say anything. The nipples on her full tits were beginning to rise and a painful ache throbbed between her legs. She brought her hand behind his head and pulled him up to her mouth. Ace felt her tongue slip between his lips and he grabbed her back so hard, she was sitting in his lap.
Both of his hands were inside her robe now, each grasping a tit. Then he let one hand drop between her legs. Dale opened her thighs so he could play with her pussy and Ace stuck his finger between her cunt lips.
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, Ace! That feels great!"
Ace's hand moved faster and faster. He could feel her cunt getting wet and ready for his joint. Bringing his hand up to his nose he sniffed it.
"Mmmm," he told her. "You smell good!"
Dale smiled and buried her face in his neck. One of her hands went between Ace's spread thighs and she grabbed his cock.
"Take it out," she pleaded. "Let me see your cock!"
With his face buried on one of Dale's tits, Ace unzipped his fly and his cock popped out. With a gasp, Dale grabbed onto it and began pulling it up and down, teasingly.
Ace began moving his hips back and forth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her hand: "Kiss it," he urged. "Let me feel your mouth on my cock."
Dale slipped off his lap and knelt in front of Ace. Though she would have preferred to make it in the bedroom, it was safer on the kitchen floor. That way she could hear any car that drove up and spring back to her position at the kitchen table.
Ace groaned and closed his eyes as he felt her mouth busily working on his prick. Worrying about Mona was the last thing in his mind right now. He didn't even know who Mona was.
"Oh, honey!" he told Dale. "You sure suck cock good!"
Dale was too busy licking and sucking on his prick to answer, but she grunted in response.
Ace felt he was close to shooting his come now, so he pulled her up off the floor and onto his lap.
"Ow!" Dale yelled when his thick shaft thrust up her cunt. Ace ignored her outcry. He had his face buried between her two tits and was moving his head back and forth between the two fleshy mounds.
He was amazed that Dale was as tight as she was. Probably doesn't give Mark much, he thought. Her cunt muscles gripped his prick in alternating motions that made Ace groan with pleasure. His hands gripped her ass and his thrusts became more violent. Dale tried to co-ordinate her own up-and-down motions with Ace's, but he was moving too fast for her. She pulled his head away from her tits so she could stick her wet tongue in his mouth. Giving him a sloppy tongue battle, she began gulping his spit down her throat as he shot his load into her cunt. In her mind she was swallowing his come and this triggered off her own orgasm. Shaking and rattling all over the tiny kitchen chair, the two writhed about until both were drained and exhausted.
Later, as Ace drove towards the job interview he was a half-hour late for, he smiled to himself. Women, he thought, they bitch about each other, but they're all the same! He was glad he had fucked Dale. She was a good piece of ass, and should he break up with Mona, at least he knew where he could go to get his rocks off.
CHAPTER SIX
When Mona had cried all the tears she had inside her, she looked at her face in the mirror.
Boy, she said to her reflection, you're a mess! She decided right then and there to go to the beauty parlor. Maybe if she fixed herself up, Ace would forgive her even if he found out the truth. Though she normally did her own hair, before Ace had gone to Alaska, she had gone to the shop once a week. She hoped Ralph was still working there. It was at least seven months since she had last seen him. Ralph always made her feel better. Unlike some hairdressers she had met, Ralph was not gay. If anything, he was a satyr.
Remembering the good times they had shared brought a flush to her cheeks. As she drove, Mona played with herself, rubbing her clit against the tight slacks she wore.
Entering the small shop, Mona spotted Ralph instantly. He was in the back, hovering over an old lady's grey curls, his tall, muscular frame as graceful as a dancer's.
When he heard the bell ping, Ralph's head spun around. Seeing Mona, he almost dropped his comb.
"Mona!" he cried. "Nice to see you!"
Mona smiled. She was feeling better all ready. Walking up to him, she apologized for not making an appointment.
"Don't worry about it," Ralph assured her. "You don't need to make an appointment with me. My shop is always open for you!"
He gestured towards the empty chairs that lined the wall. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm almost through here."
Mona sat down and tried to read a magazine while she waited. But the magazines that were stocked for the shop were all women's magazines filled with problems very similar to Mona's. This depressed her, so she looked around instead. She noted that Ralph had hired several new people since she had last been there. Mona was glad that Ralph was going to take care of her head. Thinking of her head, reminded her of the last time she had given Ralph head.
It was near closing. Ralph had a few customers under the dryers and he was impatient for them to leave. Mona was getting her hair combed out by Ralph in a swivel chair. He spun her around so she could see how the back of her head looked.
Being spun around reminded Mona of being a little girl in an ice cream parlor again. She used to spin herself sick on those stools, loving the dizzy sensation that put her head in another place.
"You know something?" she had asked Ralph. "I think it would be fun if the two of us could fit on the chair at the same time. You could eat me out and spin me at the same time. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"You're nuts!" Ralph had said, but he seemed pleased by the idea. "Really!" Mona said. "Can we, please?"
Mona always got to Ralph when she started pleading for things. It was so unnecessary. "Okay," he told her. "If you follow it up by sucking me off in the chair."
"You've got a deal," Mona was quick to say.
After the last customer had walked out of the shop, Ralph had closed the blinds and shut off all the lights but the ones around the mirror in front of the chair.
"Me first!" Mona insisted, removing her skirt and pantyhose.
"I think I'd rather fuck you," Ralph said.
"But you'd mess my hair!" Mona teased.
"No problem. I'm a hairdresser, remember?"
He spun her around a couple of times, just to get her dizzy.
"Whheee!" Mona had cried. "This is fun!"
"It'll be a lot more fun when I get my tongue inside your pretty pussy," Ralph had promised. He got onto the chair pedal and knelt with his knees half on the cushion. Keeping one foot on the floor so that he could push them off to a good start, Ralph gave a huge thrust and the chair began flying around.
"Hurry up!" Mona cried, "Lick me!"
Ralph buried his face in her cunt and began sucking and licking as fast as he could while the chair began to spin. He felt as though he was on a merry-go-round with giant cunts instead of horses. All he was aware of was the whirling and the scent of her cunt that filled his nose.
As for Mona, she was a little girl again, spinning crazily and receiving the most pleasure she could ever remember. With her eyes closed, she felt she was high on drugs, flying through space. It didn't take her long to come, and then it was Ralph's turn.
Ralph didn't seem to enjoy it as much as Mona had. The whirling chair prevented him from the back-and-forth thrusting motions that gave him the most satisfaction. Once, he pumped his cock forward so hard into her throat, he knocked her off the chair and they had to start all over again. They finally ended up with Mona on her knees in front of the shampoo basin where Ralph sat, his ass floating in warm, soapy water.
His voice brought her back to the present.
"Next!" he shouted.
Mona sat down in front of him and he lifted her hair.
"Boy," he commented. "What have you been doing with yourself?" Mona glanced at his reflection in the mirror. "Why?" she asked. "Does it show?"
"You're still pretty as ever," Ralph assured her, "but you look a little haggard."
While he cut and styled her hair, Mona poured out her current troubles to him. Ralph listened attentively. He prided himself on being a good listener. Feeling that he was a professional ear as well as a good hairdresser, Ralph took care of the people that came to him.
"Why don't you split from that jerk and come live with me?" he suggested. Mona stared at him. "Are you serious?" she asked.
How could he want me to live with him, she wondered, after I just got through telling him about my unfaithfulness? But Ralph felt that a steady diet of his giant cock would keep Mona from straying.
"Think about it," he suggested. "Look, it's hard for me to talk to you now, I'm breaking for lunch in about ten minutes. Meet me at the Lantern."
As Mona dug into her purse to pay him, Ralph put his hand on hers. "Please," he said. "Don't insult me. I'll take it out in trade."
Mona smiled and got off the chair. "Okay," she said. "Thanks a lot. I'll see you at the Lantern."
Trying to ignore the stares of the women in the shop, Mona sauntered out onto the street and headed towards the Lantern. Her watch said twelve-thirty and the place was full. Mona took a booth by herself in a darkened corner and waited for Ralph.
"Get you a drink, honey?" the Waitress said. Mona ordered a whiskey sour and sat smoking until Ralph slid into the booth next to her.
During lunch they discussed living together.
"I don't know if I'd like to live with you," Mona said after her second drink, "but I sure as shit would like to fuck you."
Ralph looked at his watch. "Come back to my place now, then," he suggested. "Mike can hold down the shop until I get back."
"What is this going to be, a quickie?" Mona asked. Her eyes flicked up and down Ralph's strong-featured face. She put her hand out to caress him.
"Not here," Ralph said, grabbing her hand and licking the inside of her palm in one, long slurp, "home."
Ralph's apartment wasn't too far from the Lantern, and in no time at all the two of them were sitting in his bathtub. Mona felt the warm sudsy water floating and splashing against her cunt. Her clit grew hard and aching. She stared at Ralph's cock, which seemed to float on the water.
"Touch it," Ralph said. "In fact, why don't you suds it up for me, honey?"
Mona took the bar of soap and rubbed it back and forth between her hands until they were covered with suds. Then, slipping her palms on either side of his stiff cock, she began rubbing back and forth.
"Nice," Ralph said. "I like your work." Mona smiled. Whenever she was with Ralph she always had a lot of fun.
"Don't forget my balls," Ralph said. He got on his knees so that his cock rose out of the water like a battleship.
Mona sudsed up his hairy balls with pleasure. "Turn around," she told him, "and I'll get the crack of your ass!"
With some awkwardness, Ralph turned around in the tub. His knees scraping against the porcelain sides made a squeaking sound.
Mona stared at his huge hairy crack. Spreading his firm asscheeks apart, she gazed at his asshole. Then, taking the soap again in her hands, she rubbed it up and down his slit.
"That's nice!" Ralph told her. He began moving back and forth in the tub, making little waves.
Mona slid the soap up and down his crack faster and faster. With her other hand she reached underneath his legs and fondled his balls. They felt warm and full to her.
"Shit!" Ralph told her without anger, "I'll never get back to the shop!" But he made no move to get out of the tub.
Mona took the facecloth then and reamed out his asshole. Ralph felt her small finger pushing up into his anal canal and he instinctively tightened up his sphincter.
"Ow!" Mona yelled. "You're going to break my goddamn finger!"
She sloshed more water around his buns and then announced, "Okay, my turn!"
Ralph brought his body back around in the tub so that he was facing her. He began sudsing her breasts. They glowed from the warm water and the stimulation.
"Pretty tits!" Ralph said, though he had seen them many times before. "The best!" he added. Mona smiled. She peered down at her chest, noting the way her nipples jutted out into two perky points.
Ralph couldn't resist leaning forward and sucking on each sweet nipple for a moment before starting on the rest of her body. Mona laughed when she felt his finger digging into her belly button.
"Hey!" she said, slapping at his hand, but only making a big splash. "Cut it out!"
"Want me to get down to business, huh?" Ralph asked. He sudsed up the cloth and told her to stand.
"This is my favorite part," he told her. "Now spread your cunt apart."
Supporting herself with one hand on Ralph's head, Mona spread the lips of her cunt apart with her fingers. Ralph gazed fondly at the pink gash a few inches from his nose. He could see her clitoris fully erected from its tiny sheath. Gently he began rubbing the soapy facecloth up and down her slit.
It was hard for Mona to stand with the stimulation she was getting from Ralph. But she spread her legs further apart, resting one foot on the edge of the tub. When Ralph was satisfied that he had washed her box as clean as possible, he told her to turn around and bend over at the waist. Mona obeyed and supported herself on the towel rack.
"I don't know which is prettier," Ralph commented. "Your cunt or your asshole."
Mona felt her mudhole getting a thorough cleaning out and she almost farted in Ralph's face.
"There," he said, "now you can sit down."
"Kiss it first," Mona begged. "Let me feel your tongue running up and down my slit."
"Later," Ralph promised.
"No," she insisted. "I want to feel it now!"
Sighing, Ralph did as she asked. "Okay?" he asked. "Are you satisfied now?"
"Hardly," Mona replied. "But I know I will be as soon as we get out of this tub."
"Want to fuck here?" Ralph suggested.
Mona thought about it for a moment. "No," she said. "I'd rather fuck you in bed."
"Out you come, then!" Ralph said. He lifted her out of the tub easily. While they stood on the mat, Ralph dried Mona off and then handed her a fresh towel. "Now me," he said. "I'm getting cold."
"I'll warm you up soon enough," Mona promised, but she began drying him off anyway.
Generously dousing themselves with talc, the two lovers went to the bedroom. No sooner had they gotten onto the large, circular bed together, when Ralph had Mona locked firmly in his arms.
"Now you can't get away from me, you little bitch!" he teased.
"Who would want to?" Mona asked, rubbing her hairy mound against his thigh. "Ohhhhh! Fuckee fuck!"
After a sweet, lingering kiss, Ralph moved down on Mona's body, taking each tit into her mouth and making circular licks on the nipples. Mona began to sweat.
"Hurry," she said. "Oh, Ralph! You make me feel so good!"
Ralph smiled. His cock was long and swollen, pressing against her leg. Mona wanted it in her mouth, yet she wanted Ralph to fuck her. She grabbed his prick anyway.
"I love your cock," she told him. "It's the nicest I've ever seen!"
"Looks like the two of us were just made for each other," he murmured, down at her belly already and moving lower still.
Mona spread her legs so that he could finger her cunt and lick her clit at the same time. With the first stab of his wet tongue, she gasped.
"I love it when you eat me," she told Ralph. "You're the best."
She began bucking her hips so that his nose was rubbing against her clit when his tongue wasn't on it. She felt as though she was fucking his nose.
Ralph was sliding his tongue up and down her red gash, taking his time, enjoying the fact that he was driving her out of her mind. She began groaning and gasping, making strange sounds in her throat, and Ralph smiled to himself. Her juices were flowing more freely now, wetting his face and making it sticky. For a girl who fucked around as much as Mona did, she sure had a clean cunt, he thought.
"Turn around," Mona begged. "Let me suck your cock while you eat me out. Please, Ralph!"
Ralph took his time turning around, but in a few minutes Mona got her wish and saw Ralph's cock lowering onto her face. She opened her mouth eagerly to receive it. Ralph pushed deeper into her throat, letting his cock slide down past her tongue towards her tonsils. Mona's cheeks were bulging with his huge prick and because it filled her mouth so much, all she could do was suck and mouth it. But then Ralph raised his hips, leaving only the massive head between her lips and Mona could tongue it as much as she liked.
Mona thought to herself that there were few activities she enjoyed more than going sixty-nine. With every lick Ralph gave to her box, she returned it ten-fold to his cock. They had a kind of rhythm going that was so delicious Mona wished it could last forever. But she knew Ralph wanted to come inside her cunt. Wanting to come in Ralph's mouth made her concentrate on her own climax. She felt as though she were on a raft somewhere in the Pacific. Her arms were lying over the sides so her hands floated in the warm water. The lapping sounds of the waves came from Ralph's busy tongue.
Her clit grew rigid and stiff, growing so tender and sensitive that Ralph's lappings were like a huge roaring in her ears. For a few exquisite seconds, every fiber of her being concentrated on the sensations of her clit and then she began bucking and shoving Ralph's head away.
"Oh!" she gasped. "No more! Please, Ralph! That was fantastic!"
Ralph sucked her juices for a few more minutes before raising his head to peer at Mona's face.
"Like that, huh?" he asked needlessly. He turned his body around so that he could mount her. Gripping the backs of her thighs, he forced them back towards her head. His cock nosed towards her slippery cunt and entered easily. Now Ralph began stroking, pushing and pumping his prick in and out of Mona's box. She grunted and pushed back at him, increasing his pleasure. Ralph moved faster and faster, feeling his semen getting ready to explode.
"Oh, you cunt!" he yelled. "You fucking whore. I love it!"
And then he erupted into her box, his come splashing out and running down her thighs onto the sheets. Then he sank onto her chest, which was now spotted with sweat.
Later, as Mona drove back to the trailer park, she thought about her encounter with Ralph. She agreed to try living with him, on a trial basis. Both knew her habit of fucking strangers might prove a problem. But both were willing to give their affair a chance. But when Mona got home, Ace was there.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded.
"To the hairdresser's," Mona replied. Faced with Ace, her brave decision to live with Ralph faded.
"To the hairdressers!" Ace shouted. "You look like you just fell out of bed! I've been looking for work all day and I'm hungry. I don't give a shit what you do as long as dinner's on the table when I get home!"
And then he hauled off and smacked her. Mona's eyes almost popped out of her head and she rubbed her face to soothe away the pain.
"Now get your ass in gear and make me something to eat!" Ace yelled.
Mona moved quickly to get away from any more slaps she might receive from Ace. Scurrying about the kitchen in an attempt to be a good wife, Mona hastily threw something to eat together and set the table.
"There," she said. "Eat!"
"What about you?" Ace asked. He had calmed down at the sight of food and felt bad about hitting Mona.
"I've lost my appetite," Mona said.
"Come on, honey," Ace said. "Eat with me!"
"No thanks," Mona said. She was definitely going to move in with Ralph now. As far as she was concerned, Ace was making things easy for her. Ace, feeling slightly guilty over fucking Dale that morning, kept insisting that Mona join him at the table. But no amount of coaxing could convince Mona and he gave up.
Mona went into the bedroom and mentally packed a bag. She didn't dare pack one now. Ace might follow her. She didn't think it would take her more than five minutes to pack the things she needed. She was going to try and really be faithful to Ralph. Maybe he would expect her to cook for him, too? She wouldn't mind, she decided.
Ace came into the bedroom then.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said to her. He looked at his handiwork. "You better get some cold water on that face," he said. "It's starting to swell."
So was the hatred Mona felt for Ace. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself. Her cheek was puffy, but it wasn't any, big deal. When she came back out of the bathroom she bumped into Ace. Now Mona hated the trailer as much as she hated her husband.
There didn't seem to be any escaping him. She decided to go for a ride. As she wasn't going over to Ralph's, it wouldn't make any difference if Ace followed her or not.
"I'm going out," she told him. "I need to get out of here."
"You always need to get out of here," Ace said. "Some fucking homecoming this is!" But he watched helplessly, his fists by his sides as his wife stormed out the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mona headed out of the park wishing she never had to return again. Once on the highway, though, she felt lonely. Her headlights caught the telephone poles as she flew along.
If I didn't want to bring some things with me, she thought, I'd go to Ralph's right now. Then she remembered that Ace might follow her. Glancing into her rear-view mirror, she saw nothing and relaxed.
Up ahead was a figure on the side of the road. It was hard for Mona to tell if it was a man or a woman, so she slowed down. The hitchhiker ran up to her car.
Mona saw that it was a man and stopped the car. She waited until his face peered into the passenger side before unlocking the door. She wasn't about to pick up some homely dude. But this guy looked like Jon Voight. Mona pulled up the lock and he opened the. door.
"Thanks!" he said breathlessly as he slid into the seat.
Mona smiled. "Where are you going?" she asked. "California," he said. "My name's Frank.
What's yours?"
"Mona," she said. "I'm not going to California, though."
"That's okay," Frank said. "Each ride gets me closer! Where are you going?"
"I'm just driving around," Mona confessed. She felt better already having Frank in the car. His handsome presence relaxed her.
"Not too many women give rides," Frank said, lighting a cigarette. "I guess you're kind of special."
"I guess I am," Mona said wryly. "Smoke?" Frank asked, offering his pack.
"You can light me one, if you want," Mona said. "I want to keep my eyes on the road."
Frank laughed, but lit her a cigarette. For a chick that wanted to watch the road she spent a lot of time sneaking looks at him! He didn't care. She was just one more lucky break in his life.
"Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" Frank asked, handing her the lit cigarette. Mona took a deep drag. "How old are you?" she countered. "Twenty," he told her.
"Well, I haven't got you beat by very much," Mona said. "You hungry?"
"Yeah," Frank said. "But I don't like to blow my money on food."
"I'll treat you," Mona said. She touched his thigh lightly.
Frank looked down at her hand. Then he moved it closer to his cock. "That sounds good," he told her. "In fact, I have a better idea. Why don't we go to one of those motels where they had a coffee shop?"
Mona laughed. "You want to eat first, or after?" she asked.
"I might be better if I ate first," Frank admitted. "Don't sound too swift making love with your stomach growling."
Again, Mona thought with wonder how well she got along with other men. Who the fuck needs Ace? she thought. This is it, she decided. While he's out looking for work tomorrow, I'm splitting. But she wasn't sure if even going to live with Ralph was the answer. Like tonight for instance. What if she was living with Ralph and met Frank? She wouldn't be having the good time she was having right now, that was for sure!
"Seems funny a chick that looks like you has to go picking up strangers off the highway," Frank said. "No offense!"
"I'm not offended," Mona said. "That's a compliment. I guess I'm just different. Can't get no satisfaction. Like the song says."
She pulled off the highway into a motel. Not too many cars were in the parking lot and the Vacancy sign was lit.
As the two sat in a booth munching on their hamburgers, Mona got a good look at Frank. His coloring was ordinary, but his features were really put together well. The best thing about his face was his smile. Beneath his face was a body perfectly suited for his cowboy good looks. She could tell by the way he was wolfing down his food he hadn't eaten in awhile.
"Want another?" Mona asked. Though she didn't have much money with her, she felt sure she could get some from Ralph tomorrow. Right now the important thing was to get Frank as strong as possible.
"Sure," Frank said with such ease Mona felt sure he was used to having women buy him things.
After she had paid the check, she drove around to the motel entrance.
"I hope they let us in without luggage," Mona said. She would have felt better if they had found a sleazier motel. But she entered the office anyway. To her surprise, she registered without any hassles. Returning to her car, she tossed Frank the keys. He caught them easily, then grabbed her.
"This is really nice!" Frank said, bouncing up and down on the bed like a kid. "If you knew where I've been sleeping lately, you'd think this was heaven, too!"
"I guess you're glad there's a shower then," Mona said.
"Damn smart!" Frank said. He jumped off the bed and stripped out of his clothes. Mona admired his body from a distance. She could wait until he was clean.
"How about you?" Frank asked. "Want to take a shower with me?"
Mona almost said she had just been through that scene, but bit her tongue.
"I'll go after you," she said.
Frank disappeared into the bathroom then and she could hear his loud voice singing at the top of his lungs. Removing her clothes carefully so they wouldn't wrinkle, Mona sat on the bed and patted the mattress.
"Okay, I'm through!" Frank yelled, reappearing in the doorway of the steamy bathroom.
When she came out of the bathroom, Frank was lying on his back watching television. He turned when she entered the room and let out a low whistle. Then he snapped off the set.
"I'd rather look at you any day," he told her, reaching out with his broad arms for her.
Keeping one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed, Mona leaned forward to kiss him. He jerked her on top of him easily and she felt his prick, hard as a rock, nudging the flat of her belly.
There was nothing patient about the way Frank made love, but Mona didn't mind. She wanted him inside of her, and fast! After her leisurely time with Ralph that afternoon, she welcomed the absence of studied technique.
"Like it?" Frank asked, when her hand enclosed his prick.
"Very much," Mona replied, pulling it gently back and forth.
"Do you want me to eat your pussy a little bit?" Frank asked, between mouthfuls of her tits.
"No, that's all right," Mona told him. "I want you to fuck me, damn it! Just fucking fuck my brains out!"
Frank brought his schlong up between her legs, causing her pubic hairs to pinch around her cunt lips. Despite her yelp, he continued to force his thick cock between her legs until he entered her with a huge heave.
The minute Mona felt his cock pushing further inside her cunt, she relaxed her vise-like cunt muscles long enough to relieve the pain of his sudden entry. Well, she realized, she had asked for it. Frank rammed and battered away at her body as though she was a rubber doll. Mona allowed this sensation of being used overtake her.
Frank's hands grappled all over her body and Mona felt sure that her naked body the next day would reveal all kinds of scratches and bruises.
"Like it, bitch?" Frank hissed between thrusts. "Like the way my big cock cuts right through your meat?"
He made it sound as though his tool was a knife and Mona liked that.
"Bite my breasts!" she yelled. "I want to feel your teeth on me!"
Frank bit down on the nearest tit, but not too hard. He wasn't into really hurting chicks.
Mona felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest and slapped at Frank's head. "Not so hard!" she shouted. "For crying out loud!"
"Shut up!" Frank snapped. "I hate chicks that yap when they're getting fucked!"
As if to prove that he meant it, he covered her gasping mouth with his open palm. Mona felt as though her life consisted of little more than getting manhandled by men, and she loved it. Frank's big cock curved around the front of her body in such a way it slammed against her clit. Though the feeling wasn't as exquisite as his tongue might have been, Mona still dug how good it felt.
"Oh," she cried. "I think I'm going to come!"
"Come!" Frank said. "Let's come together!" He began pumping more furiously in and out of her box. Mona felt as though her brains were being scrambled around in her head. She bit down on Frank's shoulder to prevent herself from crying out as she climaxed again and again. Frank felt her twitching twat going through convulsions and this set off his own orgasm. Again and again his cock sent huge waves of hot fluid squirting up her slit. When he had momentarily emptied his balls, he rolled over on his back, pulling Mona alongside him.
Patting her shoulder, he said, "Did you like that?"
"Very much," Mona was quick to assure him.
They lay around for awhile, neither in any hurry to leave. Finally Mona dressed and told him he might as well sleep there for the night.
"With your looks," she told him as she stood ready to go by the door, "you could fuck your way across the country."
"I am," Frank told her with a big smile.
Mona blew him a farewell kiss and split for her car. It was almost two o'clock in the morning. If Ace had stayed up, waiting for her, she was in real trouble. If he was drinking while he was waiting, she might be all right. Ace was more violent sober than drunk. Silently, Mona prayed he was drinking as she drove back to the park.
Pulling up alongside the trailer, she was quick to note that it was dark. Moving quietly towards the door, she opened it carefully, only to hear Ace snoring. Crossing herself to bless her good luck, Mona crept into the bedroom and quietly slipped into bed. Any problems with Ace would be dealt with tomorrow.
The next day when Mona opened her eyes, Ace was not in bed with her. Hoping against hope that he had left the trailer, she slipped out of bed and went into the kitchen. On the table was a note from Ace: "Dear Mona," she read. "I'll be back for lunch. Please wait for me. I think we should talk."
Rather than talk to Ace, Mona decided to take advantage of his absence and pack. One hour later she was speeding into town, headed towards Ralph's shop.
"I'm sorry," Mike, Ralph's assistant told her. "Ralph's not here. He called in sick this morning. Why don't you try his house?" he added, recognizing Mona from yesterday.
Rather than call, Mona decided to drive over to his apartment. She rang his bell for five minutes before Ralph answered it. Mona gaped at Ralph. He hadn't shaved and he looked as though he had just woken up.
"Ralph!" Mona said. "What happened to you?"
"Oh, Mona," he groaned. "I can't talk right now. Can you come back?"
"Why?" Mona asked. "I don't care if you want to go back to sleep. I'll wait for you!"
"No," Ralph insisted, his voice getting stronger. "I can't explain... I... "
"Who is it, Ralph?" a high woman's voice called out from the other room.
Mona stared at Ralph. Though she knew he was a cocksman, she never thought he would get another piece of ass so soon after asking her to live with him.
"Forget it," Mona said coldly. "I understand." She turned to go.
"No, wait," Ralph insisted. "It's not what you think. Come in!"
Curiosity got the best of Mona and she entered Ralph's apartment. No one was in the living room, so the woman was either in the bedroom or kitchen.
Mona sat on the couch, still staring at Ralph.
"I though you and I were going to have a thing together," she said petulantly.
Ralph was about to answer when a tall, blonde woman in her early thirties entered the room. She was wearing a long, white gown cut so that her ample cleavage showed beautifully.
"And who is this?" she asked Ralph. "A shampoo girl?"
"Melanie, I'd like you to meet Mona, an old friend of mine."
Mona glanced up from her awkward position on the couch into Melanie's face. She reminded Mona of Zsa Zsa Gabor. Jealousy flashed through her body, causing her to flush.
"Hello," she said. She wished Melanie didn't look like such a cold fish. A woman as beautiful as she was turned Mona on.
Melanie gave Mona a little piss-ass smile and turned to Ralph. "Will she be here long?" she wanted to know.
"Fuck it," Mona said angrily. "I don't have to listen to this garbage. Catch you later, Ralphie baby."
She stood up from the couch and started marching towards the door, but Ralph grabbed her by the shoulder, spinning her around. It reminded Mona of the games they used to play and she felt like crying. If Ralph didn't take her in, she would be forced to go back to the trailer park.
"Wait," Ralph insisted softly. "Why don't you just relax and try to get along with Melanie? She's a very interesting person."
"I'm sure she is," Mona said. "But what am I? Chopped liver?"
Melanie laughed then. She had the kind of high, trilling laugh that struck Mona as phony. But Ralph was laughing also.
"No," he assured Mona. "You're more than that to me."
With Mona's dread of going back to the trailer camp, it didn't take too much effort on Ralph's part to convince her to stay. Maybe Melanie would split soon and she would have Ralph all to herself.
She sat back down on the couch.
"That's better," Ralph said. He shook his head as though trying to wake up. "Would you like some coffee or a drink?"
"I'll make some coffee," Mona said. Knowing that a woman's place was in the kitchen, she sought to impress upon Melanie that she belonged here, not her. But Melanie was happy that Mona was willing to play the maid.
"Why that would be lovely!" she cried.
Mona ignored this outburst and headed into the kitchen. Rattling around the coffee can and pot, she was able to relieve some of her anger. Ralph came in then and put his arms around her waist.
"Don't be upset," he said, kissing the back of her neck. "She's an old friend too. Popped in last night unexpectedly."
Melanie came into the small kitchen then, her hands on her hips. "Isn't this cozy?" she asked.
Mona flashed her a look that said "get off my back." But nothing altered the smile on Melanie's face. Mona wished she wasn't so beautiful. It was hard for her to believe that a woman that looked like that had to be mean to boot. Ralph broke away from Mona.
"Come here," he said to Melanie. "I want to talk to you."
Steering her by the arm, he led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Mona watched the coffee perking, feeling as though her lot in life was going from bad to worse. Then, not wishing to feel sorry for herself, she straightened her shoulders, placed the coffee stuff on a tray and swept into the living room.
If Melanie Cunt can play the lady, she thought to herself. So can I!
But Melanie smiled at Mona now. Whether or not she was smiling because Ralph had straightened her out about Mona, or because she was being served coffee, Mona didn't know. But she did know that it took the tension out of the air.
"So tell us what happened yesterday with Ace," Ralph prodded. The coffee seemed to brighten him up. "It's all right," he added, when Mona hesitated and looked at Melanie, "maybe she can help you too!"
Mona decided what the hell and told both of them about Ace, how she had left him because he slapped her.
"Don't ever go back to him," Melanie advised.
Mona had to smile to herself. She wondered if Melanie would advise that if she knew Mona was planning on living with Ralph? Whether she would or not didn't bother Mona now. As Melanie warmed up to her, Mona began to like her.
"This is better," Ralph announced with satisfaction. He put his arms around both of them. "I'm glad the three of us are getting along so well. I hate to see women fighting each other."
"That's for sure," Melanie said. "If anything, you like to see them in bed together! How do you feel about that?" she bluntly asked Mona.
Mona shrugged. Suddenly she felt shy in front of Melanie. "Whatever turns you on, I guess," she said.
"What turns you on?" Melanie asked. "Have you ever made it with a woman?"
"Of course!" Mona said hotly. She hated to be patronized.
Melanie smiled. "I'm glad," she said softly. "How would you like a threesome?"
Mona looked at Ralph to see his reaction. He was pleased as she thought he would be. "I think it's a great idea," he said. "I only hope I'm up to it!"
"Well, if you're not," Melanie told him. "You can always watch!"
Ralph got off the couch then and sat in a chair facing them. Clapping his hands, he said, "Well, go ahead, girls. Don't let me stop you!"
Mona glanced shyly at Melanie. With a woman like Melanie, Mona felt she should let her make the first move.
"Move closer," Melanie said softly. "I want to hold you."
Mona moved down on the couch. She could smell Melanie's perfume and it made her feel heady. Melanie put her arms around Mona and pulled her closer. Bringing her mouth down to the other girl's, she forced Mona's lips apart with her tongue. Mona felt Melanie's tongue moving around in her mouth and she stuck her tongue inside Melanie's mouth. She could feel Melanie's large breasts pushing against her own and this thrilled her. Nipple to nipple, they were lying flat out on the couch, Melanie on top.
Ralph unzipped his fly and took his cock out. Keeping his eyes on the two women, he began to pull it back and forth slowly. His cock grew rigid and erect in seconds.
As Mona's excitement and passion grew, so did her boldness. She openly caressed Melanie's tits, pushing away the white gown.
The older woman's hand was running down Mona's body, finally resting between her legs. She began rubbing her clenched fist up and down on Mona's cunt. Mona groaned and began squirming around underneath the other woman.
"Take your clothes off," Melanie urged. "I want to see your pretty body."
Mona broke away just long enough to rid herself of her clothes and turned back to Melanie. Her body was on fire. She yearned to feel Melanie's soothing tongue all over her flesh.
Melanie slipped out of her white gown easily and knelt in front of the couch. "Sit up," she said. "And spread your legs wide apart, my pretty."
Mona gladly did as she was told, her throbbing clit moving spastically in and out of her cunt.
Melanie gazed fondly at the spread beaver facing her before leaning closer and licking gently at the moist gash. The minute Mona felt Melanie's soothing tongue hit her vagina, she began pumping her hips back and forth in Melanie's face.
"Hold me," Melanie murmured, not missing a juicy mouthful.
Mona put her hands on Melanie's face and began playing with her hair and then her mouth, liking the busy way Melanie's tongue darted in and out of her hole like a friendly snake.
Ralph was beginning to think that this was the best thing he had seen in a while. He knew how Melanie affected people, usually turning them off by her snotty ways. He was glad Mona hadn't left the apartment and he was sure Mona was glad also. As for his own cock, he knew that its urgency to explode with come would soon have him fucking Melanie up the old asshole. But for right now, he was enjoying watching the two of them get it on.
Mona had her arms hooked underneath her knees now and her head thrown back on the couch. Her head swung from side to side and her mouth was open. The lower part of her body jerked around convulsively and Melanie was forced to wrap her arms around Mona's thighs in order to keep her face glued to Mona's cunt.
"I'm going to come!" Mona croaked. "Oh, God! I'm going to come in your mouth!"
"Come, darling," Melanie said soothingly. "Let me lick and suck up all your sweet juices."
Mona started bucking around so violently then that Ralph's cock went crazy. While Mona thrashed out her orgasm, Ralph's cock shot his come clear across the room.
Melanie got off her knees then and sat on the couch. She held Mona in her arms, caressing her tits and rocking her gently back and forth.
"Take it easy for a bit," she said, "and then you can do me."
Mona didn't say anything at first. Her climax had been so powerful she was out of breath. But when her youthful energy was restored, she pushed Melanie down to the floor.
Mona knew that Ralph would probably want to get into the act, and there was no need for the three of them to be uncomfortable on the couch. The floor offered a lot more room for them.
Ralph wiped his prick off and took off his pants. Then he sat back down in his chair. He would wait until Mona was really into eating out Melanie before approaching her asshole with his cock.
Melanie was squealing and nibbing her back on the shag carpet like a happy cat. Her hands reached out for Mona's head and she kissed her full on the lips. Mona could smell her own scent on the other woman's mouth and it excited her.
"Now," Melanie was saying. "Eat me out the way I ate you, my pet."
Melanie's quaint way of speaking didn't bother Mona now the way it had before. She thought Melanie was super.
Mona took her time. She started sucking Melanie's big tits, taking them one at a time into her mouth, while playing with the other one. Then she put her face between the two big mounds and clamped them over her ears. She would have been content to play with Melanie's tits forever, if it wasn't for the other woman pushing her head lower and lower.
Mona lingered over the soft stomach of her partner, digging her tongue into her belly-button and licking the fine hairs that ran from Melanie's stomach down to her patch of pubic hair. Mona began licking the tiny tendrils of her pubic hairs, taking her time before plunging her tongue between the lips of Melanie's cunt.
"Please!" Melanie was begging. "Hurry! Eat my cunt! Come on, lick it!"
Mona fitted herself between Melanie's legs, keeping her hands on the older woman's tits, squeezing them in rhythm to her batting tongue. Melanie was going crazy now, slithering around so fiercely, Mona had all she could do to keep her tongue inside her box.
Ralph's cock had regained its former erected state and he was jerking it furiously back and forth in his hand. If there was anything in the world he loved to watch, it was two chicks getting it on with one another. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He approached Mona from the rear, and pushed her ass up. Now Mona was eating out Melanie from a kneeling position on the floor. Her beautiful, round firm ass was jutting up in Ralph's face. Though Ralph wanted to simply ram his cock up her tight anus, the sight of her little pink bunghole looked too appetizing to him. He separated the cheeks of her ass with his hands and stuck his tongue inside.
Licking madly, he then stuck his tongue up her asshole. Mona almost collapsed with the sensations that coursed through her body. Feeling Ralph's tongue do its number on her mudhole while she was sucking up Melanie's juices filled her with ecstasy.
But Ralph wasn't through. When he felt Mona's tight asshole was ready for his big cock, he began forcing it through the tiny opening. Mona gasped with the first stab. She tried to relax her ass during this painful part of penetration.
Just keep eating out Melanie, she told herself. Pretty soon everything will feel wonderful! And soon enough Ralph had gotten his cock deep into her anal canal. Now he began slamming it in and out with such force, Mona's teeth began rattling around in her head.
While being assaulted from the rear, she gritted her teeth and stuck her tongue even deeper into Melanie's cunt.
Melanie's hips rose higher in her effort to give all her cunt to Mona's mouth. As for Mona, she thought she had the best of both worlds. Her sphincter muscle was going through contractions that sent shivers up and down her spine. The sounds that emitted from her ass opening sounded like gun shots.
Ralph felt as though his cock would get inside so deep, he would never get it out again. But that was fine with him. If I'm going to lose my cock, he thought wildly, let it be up some chick's asshole!
The three of them looked like a long, writhing snake on the beige carpeting, humping and thrusting and groaning as though in pain.
Mona concentrated on licking Melanie's clit and inserted two fingers up her vagina. Ralph reached around the front of Mona's body and started flipping Mona's clit back and forth.
As he pushed his prick back and forth in Mona's asshole, Ralph began sweating. Though Mona's opening was tight, her anal canal was wider and longer than her cunt. Everytime Ralph made a new thrust, the tight opening seized the upper part of his pole, giving him exquisite sensations. His balls swung back and forth with each new slam, making his hot come more eager to spurt out. Then, despite his desire to fuck this way all morning, he lost control.
"Aaaagghh!" he groaned. "I'm coming! Oh sweet Mary, I'm going to fucking come!"
Mona felt his hot juice spurting up into her ass and this gave her so much pleasure she too climaxed. While she was experiencing one of the longest orgasms she could remember, her tongue attacked Melanie's cunt with such vigor, Melanie exploded into orgasm as well. The three of them shook and shuddered together, until there was nothing left to give each other.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Mona had been living with Ralph and Melanie for a week without any word from Ace, she felt confident enough to visit him. She drove towards the trailer park feeling as though it was a million miles away from her life with Ralph. She saw the mobile homes lined up in neat rows and felt a flash of homesickness which passed almost instantly.
Maybe I should visit Barbara, too, Mona thought. She missed Barbara more than Ace. Ace had spent too much time in Alaska, giving Mona the opportunity to build a new life. But first, she decided, I'll see what's with Ace.
Mona saw the light on in her old trailer and despite herself, she felt nervous. But as she had made the break final in her mind, there wasn't a chance in hell that Ace could get her back. She just wanted to see if he was all right.
Feeling like a stranger, Mona knocked on the tin door. She heard footsteps and then Ace was opening the door.
He stared down at Mona as though he had seen a ghost. His first inclination was to grab her by the throat and beat the shit out of her, but he controlled himself.
"Well," he said sarcastically. "The little trailer park tramp has returned!"
"Look," Mona said. "I just wanted to see how you were. Can I come in?"
Ace hesitated. He really wanted to talk to Mona, but he didn't want to come across like a desperate asshole.
"All right," he said grumpily, "As long as you don't stay too long."
Mona entered the trailer, feeling as though she was stepping through a time machine.
The tackiness of the surroundings was in such contrast to Ralph's apartment, she almost left immediately. Instead, she sat down.
"I've filed for divorce," Ace said. "On the grounds that you deserted me."
Mona nodded. "It's best," she admitted. She didn't want anything from Ace except her freedom. With Ralph, Mona thought she would be happy. He was constantly bringing home both women and men from the shop and their sexual games bordered on the bizarre. Mona could never remember being so happy in her life.
"So what do you want?" Ace asked irritably. Despite his tone of voice, his balls ached, just looking at his lovely wife. He had grown tired of fucking Dale. She was making too many demands on him.
"Nothing," Mona said. "Maybe we could be friends?"
Ace gave a bitter laugh. "You've made a jackass out of me in this park and now you want to be friends?" He shook his head in disbelief.
"All right," Mona said coldly. "If that's the way you want it, fine."
She stood to go.
"Wait," Ace said. "I'm sorry. Sit down, I'd like to have your company."
Mona sat back down. Looking at Ace reminded her of the good sex they used to have before he went to Alaska. Maybe for old times' sake she would fuck him once again.
"You got anything to drink?" she asked Ace.
"What do you want?" Ace answered, getting up and going to the kitchen. Mona told him and he returned in a bit with a drink for both of them.
"I hate to say this," Ace said, "but you still turn me on more than any woman I know." Mona smiled at the compliment. "Thank you," she said.
"How about spending the night with me?" Ace asked. His eyes searched her face eagerly. Mona sighed. "Why not?" she answered. "Look," Ace said, jerking out his cock. "Have you come across a better one than this baby?"
Mona stared at his swollen member. It was gorgeous. No question about it. She began to drool.
"No," she said softly, shaking her head. "It's the best."
"It's yours, baby," Ace said. "Come and get it!"
Mona dropped to her knees on the floor of their trailer and began to crawl over to Ace's lap. He was slapping his cock back and forth in his hand like a man coaxing his dog with a bone.
Mona's eyes took on the same dazed look they always did when she saw a man's prick. Her salivating mouth was open, giving her a demented look.
"I want to suck it," she moaned. "I want to drink your come, Ace!"
Ace smiled. He knew his wife like a book. Show her a cock and she was putty.
"Come here, bitch!" he hissed, and he grabbed her by the back of her head.
Mona felt her head being jerked towards Ace's prick, but despite the pain she loved feeling his rough hands on her again. His cock jutted in front of her eyes. A drop of pre-come glistened on its thick mushroom-shaped head. Mona wanted to lick that tiny drop off. She wanted to roll its taste around on her tongue like an appetizer before the main course.
"Oh, Ace," she moaned. "I can hardly wait to have you shove your big tool down my throat."
Ace was really digging the kind of torture he was putting his wife, through. Though he wanted her to suck his joint as much as she wanted it, he was hurt over her past behavior.
Let her suffer a bit, he thought grimly. Let her know what it's like to be on the other side of the fence! He stood up and dropped his trousers, then kicked them out of the way.
"Kiss my ass first, you bitch," he snarled. "Fucking lick out my mudhole!"
"I will!" Mona said. "I want to lick and suck your asshole. I want to bury my nose up your crack and sniff out your shit!"
"Don't worry," Ace shot back. "You will!"
And he turned himself around and presented the cheeks of his ass to Mona. Mona reached up with her arms to embrace her husband around his stomach as though drugged. The scent of her husband's asshole assailed her nostrils. Breathing deeply, she pushed his ass cheeks apart and stuck her tongue inside.
"Lick harder!" Ace commanded harshly. "Really ream out my asshole, baby!"
Mona never worked so hard in her life as she did now. She wanted to ease all the pain she had given her husband. Faster and faster her flickering tongue transversed the area of his ass.
"Stick your tongue up my ass!" Ace yelled.
Mona fought to get her tongue up the tiny opening. It was difficult but she made it. Spit was running down her blubbering cheeks, mixing with the sweat that poured off her forehead.
"Oh," Ace cried, relenting a bit with pleasure, "that feels great, honey!"
Feeling him soften, Mona reached around for his cock and balls and began to fondle them. Ace started rocking back and forth on his heels, slamming his ass into Mona's face. He was bent over double at the waist now, his fingertips resting on the floor. The force of his movements would have knocked Mona away from his ass had she not been holding onto his cock and balls.
She stopped for a moment to ask, "Can I suck your beautiful cock now, honey, please?"
Ace straightened himself up and spun around. Pulling her hair so roughly his hand came away with a few strands, he thrust his swollen prick into her open mouth.
Mona felt herself gagging as Ace's cock moved deeper and deeper into her throat. She tried to relax her muscles so that it could slip down easily, but Ace's rough movements still caused her to choke.
Ace didn't want to kill Mona, just make her suffer a little, so he pulled back a bit with his cock. Now Mona was able to suck his cock easily and she took great relish in giving him the best possible blow-job.
As pleasure and excitement flooded Ace's brain, he almost felt love for this little tramp again. Maybe I should try to get her back, he thought wildly. Where will I ever get someone like her again? But Ace also realized that this was just a fear that would pass the next time he swung his balls in another chick's face.
Mona pulled Ace's cock out of her mouth and pushed it up against his stomach. His two dangling balls fascinated her and she began sucking them one at a time. Ace closed his eyes and threw his head back on his neck. She was so gentle and thorough with his balls, he almost shot his load all over her face. Maybe he would do that, he thought. Covering her entire face with his sticky gum would be disappointing to her, but he would force her to eat it off her fingers.
While Mona suckled Ace's nuts, her hand jacked his cock. Ace didn't want his wife to jerk him off, he wanted her to blow him, so he forced his prick back into her mouth where it belonged.
"Suck, sweetheart," he told her. "Suck every last drop of scum out of my nuts!"
Mona did as she was told. Ace was her master now and she was his slave. She would do anything he asked at that moment. But she was happy that all he wanted her to do was suck his prick. Mona loved sucking cock so much, she didn't have to be told!
Ace began jamming and slamming his prick into the soft, wet hole of her mouth with renewed passion. He stared down at his wife's face which was covered with sweat and spit. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks bulged out as though she had the mumps.
"Oh, honey!" he cried. "I think I'm going to come! Holy shit!"
His last words sounded as though they were being torn out of his throat. Then Ace had the sensation that his body was floating through space as the most exquisite sensations put him in the only place he ever wanted to be.
An onslaught of come like Mona had never received in her mouth before spurted down her throat. She gulped quickly, not wanting to lose a precious drop of his scummy fluid. Her hand moved back and forth on his cock like a pump, trying to extract everything he had to give to her.
It seemed to Ace he would never stop coming. His body jerked convulsively as he fought to stay on his feet. Finally, he was spent. He held his wife's head between his hands, not willing to relinquish the warm spot where his cock rested. But when he had no more of his yummy scum to give her, he jerked it out.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked his wife, once he had his breath back.
"You know I did," Mona replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and standing up. She wondered how long it would take Ace to get his strength back in order to fuck her.
"I'm glad you did," Ace said.
"Take off your clothes."
Mona was happy to obey. Now Ace would fuck her and they would spend a happy night together. Eagerly, she took off all her clothes. Facing Ace nude, she said, "Why don't we go into the bedroom?"
"No," Ace said. "I have a better idea."
He advanced towards her and put his arms around her nude waist. Her flesh burned for him, but Ace tried not to think about it. He lifted her into his strong arms and moved towards the door. Quickly kicking open the door with his foot, he threw Mona out onto the gravel driveway.
Mona hit the sharp pebbles and cried out in pain. She looked up in horror as Ace stood towering in the doorway.
"Go back to your whore life, you slut!" he said. "I never want to see you again!" And he slammed the door behind him.
Mona staggered to her feet, trying to cover her body in case someone drove by.
"Ace!" she pleaded, her voice teary. "Please! Give me my clothes! I'll never bother you again!"
But there wasn't any answer from inside the trailer. Finally, Mona gave up. She would just have to drive home. No, she could go to Barbara's. Getting into her car, Mona realized that she couldn't start the machine without her keys and her keys were in her purse. Her purse was with her clothes.
Holy shit! Mona thought. She tried one more time to convince Ace to open up the trailer, but again he refused. Mona didn't want to create too much of a disturbance in the park. Already curtains were being pushed aside at the commotion. Mona's heart sank. Now she would have to walk to Barbara's naked!
Her heart was reeling from the fall and she could feel that her ass was bleeding and full of gravel, but Mona tried to walk fast. All the trailers looked the same to her. Which one was Barbara's?
"Barbara!" she began to call. "Barbara!"
Doors were opening now throughout the park. Mona could see figures standing in the lighted doorways. One of the figures was Dale's.
"Hey, honey," she called to her husband Mark. "Look at this, will you?"
Mark came up behind his wife and peered over her shoulder. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was Mona, stumbling and crying as she staggered down the path, her naked body white in the spotlights of the park.
"Filthy trailer park slut," Dale was saying. "That's disgusting! I think you should call the police!"
"Shut up!" Mark said. He yanked his wife away from the door and slammed the door shut.
Dimly, through the ringing in her ears, Mona heard the door slam. The finality of it made her feel more lost and alone than ever. But she stumbled on.
