Bidby Hills Trailer Estate Ch. 01

"I'm leavin', you stupid asshole, that's what I'm doing!"

Tairy chased after me, clumsily pulling open the door to the trailer I had just yanked shut and stumbling as he followed down the dirt driveway. "What'n the fuck do you mean, leavin'? You can't fuckin' leave me!" he shouted, words slurred from hours drinking in front of the TV.

"I can an' I will, Tairy," I answered, proving it by hefting my suitcase into the trunk of the car.

"But you can't leave me!" he repeated.

"Watch me."

"That's my fuckin' car!"

"I paid for it!"

"Well then take the car, you slut!"

"I am!" I screamed.

"Alright," he huffed, toneless half-naked frame still shambling towards me and already sweating in the mid-afternoon heat. "Fine! Just fucking fine, Mary Beth. Some fuckin' wife you turned out to be. You gonna throw away six years of marriage just like that?"

"The way I see it," I replied, slamming the trunk shut. "I threw away them years just by marryin' you."

"You ungrateful cunt!" He picked up a rock and pitched it at the car, barely missing me. The back windshield shattered violently, spraying glass over the trunk and back seat.

I turned sharply to face him, planting my high heels in the dirt and my hands on my hips and stopping Tairy in his tracks with my furious glare. "Ungrateful? You wanna talk ungrateful, Tairy Elvis Malone?! I been supporting you for years! You ain't had a job since we moved to Bidby Hills, while I been workin' my damn butt off at the diner just to keep your drunk ass fed!"

He blanched, the words hitting home. Maybe he realized how serious I was about leaving. "Now honey," he stammered, "I know you're upset, but we can work this out. Why don't you just come back inside with me an' we'll talk?"

"Shut up, Tairy, I ain't goin' back with you, not now an' not ever," I snapped, walking away from him to the car and flicking my blond hair from my face. "An' you can take your shitty weddin' ring." Tugging it from my finger I tossed it at him, the zirconium stone pinging cheaply as it hit the rocks at Tairy's feet.

"But what am I gonna do without you? Mary Beth!" he wailed. "Don't leave me! Mary Beth!" With satisfaction, I slammed the heavy door of the old sedan and stepped hard on the gas, churning up dust and stones into the air as I took off. Probably even buried the ring, I hoped giddily. Goodbye shitty marriage!

As the red cloud slowly dispersed, I saw Tairy in the rear view mirror, beyond the smashed windshield, throwing his beer can to the ground in frustration and storming back to the trailer. Fuck him, I thought. I didn't need that useless prick, and it was a long time since I'd felt different.

We grew up right near each other, dated all the way up through junior high, and then married when we dropped out at 15 - we both wanted kids, but as time went on I ended up working to support Tairy more than the other way round. When we'd moved up north to Bidby Hills two years ago, Tairy gave up even looking for jobs, and spent most of his time either boozing or playing cards with the other guys from the park or both. I sure wasn't about to let myself get knocked up by a hopeless drunk while I was the only one working, and it didn't look like that was going to change any time soon. Well, fuck him. I wasn't a 15 year old kid any more, and he wasn't the only man in the world. I wasn't about to put up with his shit.

"And fuck Bidby Hills Goddamn Trailer Estate," I muttered as I pulled onto the park's main road. It was a desolate, dry place: barely a tree or patch of grass for miles around, unless you counted the AstroTurf laid out by a few of the park's more affluent residents.

Finally I saw the main gate rise into view: the 'D' and 'Y' had fallen off the rusted iron structure about six months after we arrived, but no one had claimed responsibility and the park's owner had decided, typically, that it was obvious enough what he intended it to say meaning there was no rush to fix it.

Through the gate I could see the track twisting down through the hills, towards the town and the highway, my new life rolling out for a thousand miles in front of me. In countless phone calls, my mom kept telling me I could do better than this place, and I'd be damned if I wasn't going to. I could even go back to high school - get my diploma and really do something with my life. Maybe even take some art classes like I always wanted.

Suddenly, as the shadow of the gate flickered over the car, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, a pain like being burnt with hot wire. I cried out and pulled the car over and looked down: it was the anklet Tairy had given me, the spoils of a card game not long after we moved to Bidby Hills. Damn thing, I thought, wishing I'd remembered to throw it at him too.

I reached down to take it off, but couldn't find the clasp: the mock silver, trinket-laden chain didn't seem to have one. Yanking at it I wondered if I could break it off, but none of the links felt like they would give. Whatever it was made from it was strong, but it could wait - maybe I could pick up some wire cutters on my way through Griffith.

I wiped the sweat from my face onto my shirt sleeves and was just about to fire up the car again when I glanced into the mirror and saw the glimmering park framed by the remaining glass shards of the back windscreen, roads yawning back into the baking haze lined with trailers - enough for almost two hundred residents. Two whole years of my life were about to be left behind. As much as I'd grown to detest Bidby Hills Trailer Estate (almost as much as my marriage) I had friends there. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

Cautiously, I opened the car door, checking to make sure Tairy wasn't around, then reached into my bag and touched up my lipstick and eyeshadow in the mirror. There were a few people I just had to see - it would be rude not to.

Walking back down the main road, I shielded my eyes from the sun's glare, and cursed myself for not simply driving back in. Eventually I turned off toward my friend Hailey Mae's trailer, wishing I'd thought to change into something sensible before beginning yet another argument with Tairy. Instead, I was crunching through the dry air and dirt in 3 inch high heels, wearing one of his ratty old flannelette shirts tied off below my modest breasts and a pair of jeans cut so high the pockets were visible.

I knocked on the screen door, which was soon opened by Gene, Hailey Mae's husband, dressed in boxers and a tank top. "Well, hello there Mary Beth. Come in, come in," he drawled, gesturing inside, beer can in hand. "Come in, girl. Hailey Mae went to do the shoppin' but she'll be back soon 'nough."

Walking gratefully into the cramped trailer, I picked a path through the cans and empty crisp packets that littered the floor. It wasn't the cleanest trailer in the park (Hailey Mae never had been much for cleaning) but at least it was out of the sun. Gene had already resumed his seat back in front of the television, and I eased down next to him.

"I, uh," I began hesitantly, trying to figure out how to tell Gene I was leaving Tairy, one of his best friends in the park.

"You alright darlin'?" he asked. "You look all flushed. You want a beer or somethin'?"

I did feel flushed, I thought, and a little dizzy. Probably the heat. Bidby Hills was dry and hot at the best of times, but today was scorching. "Water," I replied. "Water would be nice."

"You know where the cups are." Without looking away from the TV, he motioned toward the trailer's poky kitchen.

I sighed and attempted to stand, only to find myself plonked back on my ass all of a sudden, head spinning. Gene didn't notice. Taking a deep breath, I slowly stood and stumbled my way to the kitchen, managing to get as far as taking a sip of water before the dizziness overtook me again and left me grasping for the countertop.

My mind felt like it was riding a merry-go-round without the rest of me. I clutched harder at the bench, sure that I was about to be sick, but the nausea passed after a while. Laying my head on crossed arms, I waited for the spinning to do the same, hoping the gaudy paisley that covered the Formica counter would stop jumping around my head and making it worse.

Finally, after what seemed like hours the sensation began to wane, and I unbent timidly. As I did, I felt my breasts brush my arms and glanced down into deep cleavage. Leaning forward made them look huge. It was only once I had straightened up completely I realized they really were huge. Reaching up, I cupped them to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

I wasn't. They had grown. How could they have possibly grown this much? What the fuck was going on?!

Loosening the knot of my shirt, I hastily rearranged it, trying to stop their deliciously plump mass from squeezing out obscenely, but the best I could do still left my upper boobs flowing from the open neck. Just lucky I didn't wear a bra today, I thought, or I probably would have been squeezed to death.

"You okay, Mary Beth?" Gene asked suddenly. There must have been an ad break. "What was it you was tryin' to get out before?"

I teetered back over to the couch, completely thrown by the weight of my enormous boobs as they wobbled around. Sinking into the lumpy furniture next to Gene, I readied myself to explain everything, only to find him interrupting me again.

"Jesus girl," Gene cried. "Tairy buy you them new boobs he's always talkin' about or somethin'? Hoo!" He was staring at them wide eyed with no attempt at tact.

"I...no!" I shook my head in frustration. "Forget them, Gene, I came to tell Hailey Mae an' you I'm leavin' Tairy; leavin' Bidby Hills."

"Forget 'em? I'm gonna be thinkin' about them puppies for fuckin' weeks!" he announced, both hands reaching forward to squeeze my huge breasts.

I slapped them away. "Damnit Gene, I'm tryin' to tell you I'm leavin' Tairy," I yelled. "Stop tryin' to grab at my damn titties!"

Gene shrank back, running his slapped digits through his greasy hair before finally making eye contact with me again. "Sorry Mary Beth, it's just they're so damn...big an'..." He trailed off. "Say, if you're really goin' we got time to fuck one last time before you leave."

"I ain't fuckin' you, dumb-ass," I replied plainly, trying in vain to cover my plump white chest with my hands. My tits were too big to even come close.

"You done before. You remember - three weeks ago, when Tairy passed out after that poker game? You was enjoyin' it then."

"That was different," I protested weakly.

"Don't seem no different to me, 'cept you got them bigger titties now and you' ain't shitfaced drunk." Gene pushed me back into the couch, both hands roughly mauling my boobs through my shirt. "I wanted to fuck you then, girl, an' I wanna fuck you now."

My mouth moved wordlessly - I was trying to ask him to stop, but the words wouldn't come out. His pawing had my head spinning again. I wanted to push him off, but my body wouldn't obey. My mind had left the merry-go-round and headed for the log ride, and as it splashed down the slope I realized it had taken my pussy along with it. I was sopping; already impossibly close to cumming just from Gene mauling my chest. If I could open my eyes and look, I thought, I'd probably see wetness dribbling down my thighs.

The coarse hands, tugging at my nipples and squeezing my boobs without any pretense of tenderness, were my whole world and I didn't care who it was or where I was - I just wanted more of it, as savage and rough as possible.

I came hard, writhing around as I moaned, setting my tits jiggling. Gene tore open my shirt and threw it to the ground, his boxers and tank top quickly following. "I always knew you was a slut, Mary Beth," he growled, yanking off my shorts and soaking panties as I lifted my hips, groggy and compliant in my afterglow. "With them new titties of yours, you look like one too, an' I'm gonna show you just how we treat sluts round these parts."

Gene spat into his grimy hand, rubbing his meager cock to something approaching hardness, then pushed my legs back against my chest, spreading my dripping wet lips and leaning forward to look. I groaned, still punch-drunk from cumming so hard, but dimly aware I should be feeling embarrassed at his close inspection. "Well fuck," he exclaimed with a laugh, cramming three fingers in and fucking me, the sloppy wet noise filling my ears and almost bringing me to orgasm again. "Don't even need to spit in your cunt, Mary Beth."

He removed his fingers, causing me to whimper softly at the absence. "Stop your whinin', you damn slut," he ordered, then shoved his stubby cock into my pussy.

My eyes sprang wide open and I gasped silently. Gene held my ankles with one hand, pushing them over my head to touch the back of the couch, and tugged mercilessly at my nipples with the other. It hadn't felt this amazing last time, I thought, reaching to grip at his bulky ass and hold him deep inside me. He shook off my hands and started fucking me, careless and desperate, his expansive, hairy tummy slapping against the back of my thighs.

"Oh yeah," Gene mumbled. "Tight fuckin' pussy.."

The grimy couch felt gritty and threadbare against my ass. Craning my neck, I looked down, but could barely see Gene past my legs and breasts. They were so huge and round, slapping into my chin with every stroke of his dick, I marveled, and so...ngh...sensitive. Gene was wrenching my nipple upwards, cruelly stretching out my entire boob, then letting it snap back like elastic, seismic jiggles erupting in its wake. I moaned loudly, my arousal obvious.

"Yeah," Gene rumbled, "you do like that don't you? Fuckin' trashy slut."

"Yesss," I whimpered. His cock sloshed furiously into my damp hole, stomach thwacking against my legs.

Then he yanked at my nipple again and instantly a billion stars burst into an all-encompassing white bloom in front of my eyes, leaving my whole body shaking. When my vision returned, Gene was fucking me even harder and faster than before.

"Goddamn...trailer trash whore!" He barked suddenly, and pulled his dick out. I mewled, trying hopelessly to grab at him and get it back inside me but he ignored me, spreading my legs wide and jacking his cock madly as he stood over me. With another intense roar, he let loose a torrent of cum across my enormous tits. I couldn't help moaning as it splashed onto me; each drop was soothing ice against my hot skin.

"Heaven..." I mumbled. I rubbed it in, eyes closed, mouth open slackly, a rivers of saliva running from my lips to my chin as I smeared the slimy liquid across my scalding boobs. Gene flicked his greasy cock at me, the last few drops spattering against my cheek. I reached up to draw them to my mouth, savoring the salty taste which left my mouth cool and tingly.

"Alright...fuckin'...slut," Gene panted, struggling to get his breath back, flabby chest heaving. "You...fuckin'..."

"You..." He lapsed into a hacking cough without bothering to cover his mouth, hawked nastily and spat into a presumably empty beer can he lifted from the table.

"Out, slut," he rasped quickly. "Damn ad break's nearly over." He pushed my shirt and shorts at me, then heaved me up from the couch by my forearms and bustled me toward the door. I stepped out onto the dirt, unsteady on my heels, and felt the door slam closed, cracking loudly against my naked butt.