Old South Trailer Court Ch. 06

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.




Barbara Byerman's car wouldn't run, so her husband, Mel, sent Randy to fix it or tow it back to the shop. The car was parked in the garage when Randy arrived. Barbara greeted him and led him to the garage. The engine turned over robustly but wouldn't start. Randy called Mel to get the OK to try a few things before bringing the car back to the shop and stranding the wife with no car. "No problem, do what you gotta do to help her out, lemme know if you need anything from here," Mel said.

Barbara watched Randy jackup the car, secure it with jack-stands, and roll under the engine lying on his creeper. Barbara watched for a few minutes, left, and came back wearing a short skirt and thin panties, standing where Randy was sure to see her if he looked, and he looked.

"How's it look?" She asked.

Randy looked up her legs, "Looks pretty good," he replied.

Barbara then squatted and Randy had a nice view of her with her knees apart.

"It looks hard," she said.

"It's hard enough," he replied. He looked around until he found the problem and worked out a temporary repair solution. "I think I found the problem." He rolled out from under the car, and she stood up.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, smiled at Randy, and pushed her hair back over her ear.

"Broken wire on the fuel pump," he replied. "Lemme fix it."

After he repaired the wire the car started. "You'll need to bring it to the shop, to replace the wires, but you should be okay if you don't wait too long coming in, I'll let Mel know," he advised her.

"You're my hero," she said, tiptoeing to kiss him, and holding the kiss when he didn't pull away. In a while she opened her mouth and he eased his tongue in, then put his arms around her, gently pulling her body against his, rubbing her hips, then moving his hands to her ass.

Barbara acted like she enjoyed the groping and kissing. "Would you like to go inside?" She suggested, taking his hand and leading him inside to the sofa. "Mel doesn't send many good looking guys to help me," she said. "Would you like me to call Mel, and tell him I need you to take care of some other problems, since you're here?"

"I'd like that very much," he said but didn't wait for her to finish the call before he started touching her as they stood near the sofa.

Barbara was a good looking Jewish woman. Shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, five-nine, one-hundred sixty pounds.

Off the phone with Mel, she returned to kissing Randy as she unbuttoned his shirt and knelt, licking his abs and unfastening his pants once the shirt was off. When his pants hit the floor she freed his cock from his boxers, slowly kneading it with her fingers and sucking the head. Randy interrupted her to pull the boxers down and kick pants and boxers away from his feet. "Stand up," he said.

Barbara stood and Randy removed her blouse and skirt. "Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested, and walked behind her admiring her plump, white ass through the mesh fabric of her panties.

In the bedroom she got onto the bed and lay on her back, lifting her legs for Randy to pull the panties off her ass and down her legs while she removed her bra. Her nest was full and thick and as black as her mane. Randy got between her open legs, and she lifted her thighs for him to penetrate her immediately. "I need your cock, baby," she whispered.

He lifted his cock, and she guided it to her gash, inserting the head; he hesitated for a few moments then pushed it in till his balls touched her bottom, then groped her tits as he rocked back and forth, in and out, of her wet cunt.

"It feels so good," she whispered, her legs dangled above her.

"Rest them on my shoulders," he suggested. Barbara moaned and grunted and sighed, and fucked Randy's cock with sensuous pelvic thrusts until she climaxed.

"Cum on my face, honey," she said, opening her mouth, closing her eyes, and placing her legs back on the bed. Randy straddled her and aimed his cock at her mouth moments before he spasmed thick streams of semen on her. She opened her eyes and wiped her face with her fingers, licked the fingers, and put some of the cum on her tits, to finger-paint with. Done with that she snuggled against him, draping a leg over his thighs.

"I'd like to see you again," she kissed him and pulled him against her, his cock scent and semen aroma heavy on her breath. "Mel goes out of town a lot on weekends."

"I'd like that, too," he tongued her mouth, licking her lips and rubbing her swollen labia.

Gaynelle picked up Ruth from the hospital. Ruth was quiet or only made laconic replies to Gaynelle during the ride to the trailer. Back at the trailer Ruth examined her home and said, "You're seeing Randy aren't you?"

"Yes," Gaynelle replied.

"Are you sleeping with him?"

"Yes, I am," Gaynelle confirmed Ruth's suspicion.

"I don't have to like it," Ruth said. "But I gotta accept it, I suppose."

"I know about you and Randy," Gaynelle said. "Randy won't confirm it, but I guessed the truth. I want you to know that I don't want to come between you and Randy, but Randy wants me, and we're gonna need to share him without problems."

Ruth seemed stunned by the remark. "Did you tell your mother?" Ruth asked.

"Yes, but not about your baby; she suspects it's Randy's, but so does everyone else," Gaynelle said.

"I don't spect you'd understand," said Ruth.

"I understand more than you think I do, and I'm okay sharing him with you," Gaynelle said. "There's a man on tv with five wives, if they can manage so can we. But we need a bigger place, with more bedrooms. I expect I'll be pregnant almost any time."

After Randy came home from work Ruth and Gaynelle prevailed upon him to go looking for a bigger trailer. There were better parks outside of town, and they scouted the areas they favored.

On the way home they stopped at Quickie Mart for gas, cigarettes, subs and sodas, and Gaynelle bought a lottery scratch-off ticket for a dollar. Ruth bought a quart of QM merlot.

Back home they ate and showered, and Ruth insisted that Randy and Gaynelle sleep in her bed, and she'd sleep on the sofa so she could watch some tv.

Before she joined Randy in bed Gaynelle remembered the ticket, took it from her purse, and scratched off the spaces. It was hard to decipher, but it kinda looked like she had won some big money. She'd take it to the store in the morning, to see.