He could work with that.
“Stacy,” he said gently. “The purple dildo is for you. I bought it with you especially in mind. Do you know how it works?” he asked.
Stacy looked at the toy in puzzlement.
“Do you use it to put out a fire?” she asked. “Or I know, it’s for cooking right? When you stir a pot, you use this to mix the ingredients!” she said happily.
“Not exactly,” he replied. “You use it to make yourself feel good. You like feeling good, don’t you?”
“I do!” she chirped. “I love it! Show me how to feel good,” she said happily, rubbing the dildo against her cheek.
Rafe could hardly believe his good fortune. He was with a blonde goddess and she’d just asked him for help using a dildo.
“The first thing you want to do is take off your clothes,” he said. “Can you do that for me?”
“Of course!” she replied. In a flash, her corset and mini-skirt were off, discarded in a heap on the floor. She was nude except for the pink high heels and a tiny thong which hid nothing. He could see a little bit of blonde fluff poking out, and her ass cheeks were firm and delicious.
“Do you want to take your clothes off too?” asked Stacy. “It’s hot in here!” she exclaimed.
“Not a bad idea,” Rafe said, and began unbuckling his belt.
“Now as I get undressed, play with the toy,” instructed Rafe. “Rub it against your breasts, see how that feels.”
Stacy took the purple dildo in her hand and began swirling the tip around her pink, puffy nipples.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “It feels good!”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Rafe soothed. “Keep going,” he encouraged. “If something feels good, just go with it.”
The blonde began running the dildo between her breasts, letting the purple cock fuck the round globes. Then like a natural, she put the heavy head into her mouth, beginning to suck.
“Mmm,” she murmured with the dong in her mouth. The sight was incredible. A gorgeous blonde with a huge purple dildo in her mouth.
“Stacy,” said Rafe. “Why don’t you try putting it into your pussy? Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“It does!” she replied. “Good idea!”
Stacy ran the dong down her body, leaving a trail of saliva over her breasts and tummy. It glistened wetly on her luscious curves, making Rafe’s mouth water.
She brought the cock to her pussy and toyed with it first. She squatted a bit, spreading her legs, and pushed the tip against her clit, rubbing it.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “This feels good!”
“Stacy,” said Rafe. “Wouldn’t it be better if you took off your underwear?” he asked.
“Yes, it would!” she exclaimed. “Good idea!” She struggled to get out of the thong, her underwear getting trapped in a high heel. Rafe went to her side and helped disentangle the scrap of lace. Her pussy was bare and pink, the blonde fluff a soft cover for puffy lips, already wet and moist.
Stacy started over, swirling the tip around her clit again and giving it little rubs here and there. She ran the dildo lengthwise through her lips, letting it slide through the hot pink folds, and the dildo came out gleaming afterwards, coated with her pussy juice.
“Why is it wet?” she asked. “Is that from me?”
“Mm-hmm,” said Rafe. Unable to resist, he ran a finger lightly through her cunt, caressing the soft crevice. Stacy shuddered at the feel of a man’s finger on her twat. It had been so long.
Rafe’s finger came out wet and he sucked it lightly. She tasted delicious, her pussy tangy and fresh.
“Does it taste good?” Stacy asked. “Do I get to try?”
“Definitely try it,” said Rafe. “But the best way to get the dildo wet is to put it inside yourself,” he continued. “Then pull it out and taste it. How does that sound?”
“It sounds good!” she chirped. “Great idea!” She was a little robotic, but he was ok with it.
Stacy bent her knees, squatting slightly again, and this time aimed the dildo straight at her hole. She began pushing it in, letting her cunny enjoy the penetration of the twelve inch dong.
“Oh this feels good,” she moaned. “I love it! Great idea!”
Pussy cream was now gushing wetly down the dildo, and Rafe helped her inch it up further. Unbelievably, her tight twat took the entire twelve inches, all the way from tip to base. The sight of the purple end protruding from her wet, moist lips was unbelievably obscene. It made him want to cream.
Rafe kept his hand on the base of the dildo, and helped her fuck herself with it a few times, letting it glide in and out of her twat. She moaned as she was penetrated.
“Oh … oh … oh!” she cried.
He then helped her pull the dildo out of herself. The purple rubber gleamed in the light, dripping with her cream.
“Lick the dildo,” he commanded.
The blonde obediently put the toy to her mouth, and ran her tongue up the side, scooping up the hot, milky liquid.
“Yum!” she exclaimed, before beginning to suck the toy, doing hard pulls with her mouth.
“Good girl,” praised Rafe, stroking her golden head. He ran his finger to the second head at the toy’s base, playing with it while she sucked. “Do you want to know what this is for?” he asked, fondling the second nub.
“Yes!” Stacy exclaimed. “I felt it brushing against me, it felt good!”
“But it gets better,” he said slyly, stroking his dick and giving it a good pump. “I can show you how to use it,” he said, taking the dildo from her. “Bend over,” he commanded.
Stacy mewled at the loss of the toy, but obediently bent over, her blonde hair trailing on the floor. Her massive breasts dangled, and she instinctively parted her legs, exposing her pussy and ass to his gaze.
With a moan, Rafe pressed a kiss to her cunt, stealthily running his tongue into her hole. She was amazing, the flesh soft, wet and juicy.
“Oh!” exclaimed Stacy. “Do that again!” The feel of a man’s tongue on her twat had caused her insides to vibrate.
“Not yet,” said Rafe. “I want you to feel the power of the dildo first.”
He began inserting the large head into her puss, watching as the purple member parted her luscious lips. Her twat was incredible, it swallowed the dick whole, the pink labia clinging to the shaft. When he was down to the last two inches, he paused, and rotated the second head towards her ass. Rafe rubbed his finger against her pussy for a moment, catching some of her juices, and then lubed her ass up, massaging the little hole.
“Oh!” breathed Stacy. “That feels so good!”
“Just relax,” he shushed. “It’s about to get better.”
Slowly, he began inserting the second head into her ass. Her tight rosebud resisted at first, not wanting to allow the penetration. But he gave her another pussy kiss, sweeping his tongue around the clit, and that seemed to do the trick.
Suddenly, the dildo was past her sphincter and into her butt.
“Oh!” Stacy squealed. “It’s so weird!”
“Weird but good, right?” soothed Rafe. Stacy couldn’t answer, she was too lost in the new sensations. Rafe decided to press his advantage.
He began to run the dildo in and out of both holes, gently fucking her. The sight was incredible. A blonde bimbo, nude except for pink high heels, bent over getting fucked with a double-headed dildo. He was in heaven.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “More, please!”
Rafe picked up the pace and started fucking her hard. He pushed the heads in and out, watching as her pussy creamed, the white fluid pooling at the base of the toy. Her anus seemed to enjoy it too, the little pucker loosening with every pump.
It didn’t take much for her to come. On one last thrust, she screamed wildly, her pussy and anus twitching around the toy. The spasms tore through her behind, making her golden rump quiver and shake deliciously.
Rafe couldn’t resist and leaned forward to kiss the smooth globes. The skin was taut
and tan, and he wanted more.
As Stacy came down from her orgasm, she looked at him from over her shoulder and nodded to his massive pole. The head was angry and throbbing, and a long line of pre-cum trailed from the tip all the way to the floor.
“Are you hurt, Rafe? Why are you bleeding?” she asked.
“This isn’t blood, little bimbo,” he said. “It’s something else, and I’m about to show you what.”
CHAPTER THREE
Rafe knew he couldn’t last long. Fucking Stacy with the dildo had cranked him up high, and he didn’t have much time. He could feel the tightness in his balls, and knew it was just a matter of minutes before he exploded.
“Stacy,” he said. “Did you like having the toy in you? Would you like something even better?” he asked.
“Oh yes please!” she bubbled happily.
He slowly removed the dildo from her twat, the purple member glistening obscenely with her pussy juice. Soon it would be his dong covered in that luscious cream, and he couldn’t wait.
He pushed her down again, and got behind her, positioning his dick at her entrance. He nudged her opening with the crown of his dick, teasing her a bit.
“Yes please!” she sighed.
He pushed in with a thrust, giving her what she wanted. Stacy cried out in ecstasy, the feeling of a live, throbbing dick incredibly good. He began a rhythm, holding her hips as he pummeled her twat, his balls slapping her clit with every move.
“Yes… yes… yes!” she sighed.
Not wanting to fall short of the dildo, he wormed a finger into her ass while fucking her, letting her feel the double penetration of dick and finger. Her anus welcomed him, loosened up from the implement.
“Yes!” Stacy gasped.
With a mighty roar, Rafe dumped his seed into her. Heavy ropes of cum shot deep into her pussy, coating her insides with creamy white. At the same time, Stacy came again, her pussy and anus clenching around his dick and finger. He could feel her spasms, rocking her body again and again. Pussy juice gushed uncontrollably, drenching his cock and balls.
When they started coming down, Rafe felt her anus relax, and pulled his finger out. Doing the nasty, he put it in his mouth for a taste. It was aromatic and musky, the concentrated smell of bimbo butt. He loved it.
He pulled his dick out of her, and helped her balance in her pink heels after the sudden withdrawal.
“Oh!” she giggled, standing up. “Thank you so much!”
“No problem,” he replied. “It was my pleasure.”
He looked at her perfect breasts and dripping pussy, the semen running hotly down her thigh. He knew he wanted more.
“Stacy,” he said. “What are you doing tomorrow? And the day after? And the day after that?”
“Well nothing I don’t think,” she exclaimed, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“Good,” he said. “Because I want to do this again, and I want to do it with you. Are you ready?” he asked.
“Oh Mister, yes!” she breathed.
And Rafe knew there was a lot more bimbo to come.
THE END
Trailer Park Virgin
~An MFM Ménage Romance~
© 2017
By Cassandra Dee
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Because two is better than one.
When Brent Larson took me in, I was a lost teenage girl with nowhere to go. The alpha male was the perfect guardian, tall, dominant and assertive.
But the problem was that Jason lived in the trailer park too.
And Jason was charming and funny, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.
So I couldn’t choose. It was too difficult.
And I ended up with both men.
Do you think I’m lost and lonely still?
Or do you think I’m the luckiest girl on Earth?
DEDICATION
For those ladies who agree that two is better than one.
CHAPTER ONE
Katy
Please don’t think I’m trashy.
Please don’t judge me.
I live in a trailer park, but life is so much more complicated than that. Because things happen unexpectedly and my story is one for the ages, I admit.
It started when I moved into Brent Larson’s home, my own having no heat or electricity.
“Hey,” I murmured as Brent strode in the door after work one day. I stood at the sink, finishing up some dishes, and it was all very homey, very comfortable. Besides, I could tell the big man was tired. I could see it in his eyes, the faint lines of weariness bracketing his clear blue gaze, the deep breaths as his wide chest inhaled. But he never failed to shoot a smile my way.
“Hey there baby,” he said with a lazy grin, putting his lunchbox on the table. Brent was an ironworker with the local union and had the body to prove it, all sculpted muscle, tall, thick and perfectly proportioned. “How’s your day been, little girl?”
I melted a little inside although I tried not to show it. I could literally smell him in the kitchen, the clean scent of honest sweat, all man, musky and tantalizing, and it made my insides tremble, my interior drip.
“Not bad,” I whispered, then cleared my throat awkwardly. “Not bad,” I said a little louder, trying to act normal despite the fact that my cheeks were flushing pink. Oh god, how could this be happening? This was my guardian for crying out loud, the man who’d looked over me for the last year, giving me a place to live. And yet here I was creaming a little, blushing in his presence.
But my life has been crazy lately, so maybe all the excitement put me over the edge. Because, you see, I have an insane mom. And I don’t mean it as a figure of speech, I mean it in the medical sense. We live in a trailer park, the mobile homes so close to one another that everyone knows everyone else’s business. And my mom, Tina, is pretty hard to miss. She’s been a mess for as long as I can remember, sobbing uncontrollably at nothing, keeping pet rabbits in our home despite the fact that we had about one hundred and fifty square feet between the two of us, not brushing her hair so that it stuck straight up, her make-up garish like a clown.
So yeah, it was pretty obvious that I was in a shaky family situation with no supervision. And after a couple years of Tina’s hysterical outbreaks, Brent finally stepped in, my savior, my safety net. My mom had a really bad outburst where ambulances came screaming, a load of paramedics descending on the hysterically crying woman, literally strapping her to the gurney before shipping her off. It happened so fast that I didn’t know what to think, pure numbness creeping over my mind. So I was shivering barefoot outside in the cold night air, wearing nothing but a thin night shirt when Brent Larson came by, taking a long look at me, his blue eyes sweeping, missing nothing.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly, looking away. I’d felt his gaze trail over my curves before glancing away guiltily, like he wasn’t supposed to be sizing up a teen girl.
But I couldn’t absorb it at the time. I was too stunned, shocked by the turn of events and completely mute. On the one hand, Tina’s breakdown wasn’t exactly new, we’d been to this rodeo before. It’s just that this time the paramedics told me she wouldn’t be back, Tina needed to be put under long-term observation, so I was paralyzed, unsure of my next move. God knows I could take care of myself, but at the same time, things had reached titanic proportions and my mom needed serious professional help.
So I said nothing, staring back at him, brown eyes wide.
Brent cleared his throat again.
“Listen, why don’t you come over to my place?” he asked gruffly, still not meeting my eyes. “I’ve got heat and hot water, it’s a place to crash for the night.”
And after a pause, I nodded silently, trailing him with slow steps across the park to his mobile home. Because yeah, our trailer was cold, dark and freezing, my mom was behind on the bill
s, her monthly disability check hadn’t come yet. We still had running water, thank god, but the nights were bitter and I wasn’t looking forward to another sleepless one huddled under a pile of blankets, shivering so hard that my teeth chattered, goose bumps that never went away.
So Brent’s offer was a godsend, manna from heaven. If nothing else, I could at least be warm for once, sleep as well as I could before the shit really hit the fan and I had to figure something out.
And when the door to Brent’s double-wide opened, it was like stepping into the Garden of Eden, the warmth and welcoming air immediately soothing my nerves. Because Brent’s trailer was nice, really nice. The ORV Blackstone was immaculate and spacious with a living room, dining nook, kitchen, and three bedrooms. But as I sat tentatively, crossing my legs, one of the bedroom doors opened and a gangly teen boy peered out, surprising me. His head almost brushed the ceiling, he was that tall, lanky and gangly like a baby giraffe.
“Oh hi,” I said faintly. “I’m Katy.” I was wearing nothing but a thin pink nightshirt for this midnight introduction, but then on the other hand, I was so stunned from events that it barely registered. Besides, I didn’t think Brent had a son, so who was this boy?
The teen eyed me warily as well.
“I’m Jason,” he grunted, looking me over before nodding at Brent. “She here to stay?” he asked.
And Brent’s low growl answered.
“For now, yes,” he replied. “Let’s get you settled Katy, we’ll talk tomorrow after you’ve had a good night’s rest.”
And gratefully, I was ushered into the room at the front of the mobile home with a tiny, tidy bunk and a nightstand fixed to the wall. The clean sheets and neat space were a luxury compared to what I was used to, my mom kept the most unbelievable stuff around until it was gross and really rank. So I slept like a log in the new environment, and the next day the boy introduced himself, sort of.
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