Trailer Park Virgin

I would smell her cunt as I stroked myself off into a pair of her little white panties. I lick my lips thinking about the pair I got out of her dirty clothes last night. I’d already ruined them. The smell of her pussy was long gone from them, coated and replaced by my scent. It wasn’t enough. I need more. I want to taste it straight from her cunt as I jack my cock.

She has to be out of panties by now. I have a feeling Ty’s been doing the same thing, so between the two of us, we must have gone through all of them by now. Does that mean she doesn’t have anything on under that shirt as she moves around, her big tits bouncing with each step?

“You’re not hungry?” she asks, standing next to the little table in the kitchen. She licks her thick bottom lip before her teeth sink into it.

“It’s not what I want,” I grunt out, making no move to come closer to the table.

“But it’s your favorite.” She looks down at the table, then her big, blue, innocent eyes meet mine in confusion.

I make my way over to the table, pulling out my chair and sitting down. She follows suit, and I can feel her eyes on me as I dig in. I do love her pot roast, but today it holds no taste. I sink my teeth into the juicy meat, and with each bite my hunger grows. A hunger that wants to be sinking its teeth into something else.

When I’m finished, I look over to see she hasn’t even taken a bite of her own food. She just watches me like she’s waiting for something.

“Do you want more?” she asks, the same confusion from before coloring her tone.

“It’s not what I wanted.”

“I can make something else.” She scoots to the end of her chair like she’s about to get up. The action makes the shirt she’s wearing slide up her thighs. One little move and I could find out if she has those panties on or not. I grip her by the wrist, halting her movements, my eyes locked between her legs.

“Show it to me.” My words come out thick. I don’t look up at her. I keep my eyes locked right where I want them. I feel her pulse pick up, but her fingers move to the hem of the shirt.

Her hand comes between her legs as she lifts the shirt up just a little, showing me her simple white panties.

“They smell like you. I found them in your room when I was cleaning.”

2

Rick

“You trying to play games with me, Gracie?” I tear my eyes away from her pussy to look up at her face.

“No, Daddy Rick.” She bites her bottom lip, and her cheeks flush pink. She started called me “Daddy” a year after she came to stay here, but now the word has a whole different tone to it.

“You’re old enough now to start taking care of some extra chores around here. You’re a big girl now, and it’s time.”

She nods nervously at me and starts to let the hem of my shirt drop from her hand.

“Oh, no. Pick that up. You’re gonna be giving me some extra attention and making good on staying here. Ty and I work hard to keep a good place for you. You like it here, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.” Her answer is quick as she nods her head.

“We treat you good, don’t we?” I lean in a little, wanting to get closer.

“Oh, yes. You know I love you both.”

“And I love you, too, baby. It’s just time you did what women do.” I lick my lips and look back down at her pussy. “Do you know what I’m wanting?”

“Y-yes.” I hear her swallow, and a nervous breath follows.

“Come on then and stand up. Let me see your pussy. You’ve been getting them titties for a while now, and I know that cunt’s still fresh. I’ve been smelling it for weeks now, and it’s time I made use of it.”

Slowly she starts to stand up, and my hand drops from her wrist to go to her waist. With my other hand, I push my empty plate away and move her to stand in front of me between my legs.

Reaching under her shirt, I feel her warm skin tremble a little as my hands move to the waist of her panties.

“You’re not gonna fight me, are you?”

She shakes her head and bites her lips again as her cheeks turn red.

“You want me to see it, don’t you, baby?”