Old South Trailer Court Ch. 08

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

Ricky and Raychelle moved in with Raychelle's mother after they met at the Bay City Mental Health Crisis Unit when both were patients there. Raychelle had made some razor marks on her arms after her neighbor boyfriend dumped her following a brawl between Raychelle and his pregnant girlfriend, and Ricky had threatened staff at a lingerie shop when he was tossed out for exposing himself to a female customer. The cops gave him a choice of jail or evaluation.

Raychelle's mother's name was Polly Hancock. Polly worked at the local high school in its cafeteria. Only God knew who Raychelle's father was. Raychelle and Polly rented a trailer at the Old South Trailer Court. Ricky read water meters for the city, and Polly welcomed the extra money he contributed. It made a difference, turning tight into okay. Raychelle stocked shelves overnight at the new Super Duper Center.

Raychelle was a younger copy of Polly. Both were short and chubby. They shared clothes and shoes. Raychelle wore her blonde hair down and long, Polly wore her brown hair in a bun. Both professed to be Jehovah's Witness, but neither had a clue where to find the local Kingdom Hall.

Ricky made his move on Polly almost as soon as he moved in. It was a Friday night, Raychelle had left for work, and Polly was in the kitchen doing dishes, and had her hands in the dishwater when he walked behind her and started rubbing her ass and nuzzling her neck.

Polly got goose-flesh immediately but said, "I don't think Raychelle would like knowing you was hitting on her mama." She didn't push him away, though.

Ricky pulled away from Polly's neck and said,"I suspect Raychelle's out in the parking lot with her face between her boss's legs."

"Where'd you hear that!" Polly pulled away and turned around to look at Ricky.

"Shit! Everone knows Raychelle's fucking Nicole."

"But still!"

"But still, what?" He replied.

"It ain't right to try and screw your girlfriend's mother." Polly had her back to the cabinet and Ricky pressed himself against her.

"I been wanting some of you since I moved in," he kissed her lips and started rubbing her tits.

Polly looked at him, wanting to do right but defeated by her body. "I need a bath."

"You can bathe later when it'll do you the most good," he moved a hand off her tit to her crotch.

"I'll like it a whole lot more if I ain't filthy when we do it," she objected. "Besides, what's your hurry, we got all night."

Ricky pulled up her tee shirt and licked and sucked on her small, fat tits. She put her fingers in his hair. "It won't take me long," she whispered. "Why don't you go shower while I finish up here?"

Nicole Skidmore parked her mini-van out on the auto service parking lot, for privacy. It was common knowledge Nicole used the auto service parking to fuck deserving associates, male and female, before, during, and after work. And no one went there after 9pm unless invited. But it wasn't a problem with the manager, because Nicole was earning her money and promotions the old fashioned way...fucking people. Nicole was Raychelle's mentor.

When Ricky opened the bathroom door Polly was standing there waiting, wrapped inside a large towel. He tried to follow her in, "I wanna watch," he said.

"Bullshit, you don't wanna watch, you wanna help!" She laughed, then got sultry, "Maybe next time, sugar. Wait! I got an idea. Gimme the phone!"

'Who gonna call?" He was nosy.

Polly punched in the numbers and waited, "Hey! Myrtice! Its Polly. I'm sending Raychelle's boyfriend over for a jug of wine. I want one that's already chilled. That's right! Thank you girlfriend."

"Where am I going?" He wanted to know.

"Go to the Quickie Mart and see Myrtice, she's the night manager, pay her for the wine, and bring it back. Maybe by that time I'll be done!"

Down at the Quickie Mart Ricky got with Myrtice for the wine. Myrtice checked him out and seemed interested, "Raychelle's been holding out on me, she never told me you was so cute. Lemme know if you ever need a job."

"Doin what?" Ricky played the game.

"Baby, whatever you got in mind," she winked at him. "As luck would have it I got an opening right now, if you'd like to fill it."

"Can I get back with you?"

"No problem," she scratched her cell phone number down and handed it to him. "I'm off Saturdays and Sundays."

Polly was stretched out on her bed when Ricky returned. Her hair was down, a baby doll nightie covered her upper body but she wore no bottoms. He sat the jug of wine down on the night table, along with two jelly glasses. Polly uncapped the jug and took a long swig straight from the bottle. "Your turn," she handed the jug to him. When he had drank she took the jug, put it back on the table, and turned her attention to his cock. "Take your clothes off, sugar."

Polly's pussy had more miles on it than a space shuttle but still felt elastic and firm in the right places. After Ricky filled her mouth with semen, and the semen drooled over her lips, down her chin onto her chest, he turned her over so her head was on the pillow her hands clutched. "Lift your ass up," he told her, and when she had he got behind her and pushed his slippery dong through her lips into the hole, to the hilt.

Polly's snatch felt good, like a hand jacking him off. Some women had that special kind of pussy muscle. Raychelle did, too.

Ricky thought about Myrtice as he plowed Polly. "A little ripe, but fuckable," he thought. "You never know when you might need a new place to crash; she can always convince her old man I'm a nephew. She prolly needs money, too. Never met a woman who had enough money. They all got bad habits or want the extra peace of mind," he thought. "Wouldn't hurt to try a piece and see how she likes it."

Polly hadn't suggested a condom, he didn't bring it up, and both seemed inclined to play baby roulette. It wouldn't be her first time doing it. She knew she could take action down the road if she wanted to, and had in the past. She'd wait and see, Raychelle was likely to run off with a new guy, and then she'd lose both their paychecks. "But if Ricky souvenirs me a baby, he'll stick around," she mused.

Mostly she liked knowing she was fucking another woman's man, and she hoped Ricky had enough steam to make all the stops along the way. If not, the night was long, and Ricky was youthful enough to take her all the way home before Raychelle returned at eight.

She wanted a 2nd load sooner than later, so she could sleep satisfied. Her tongue teased cum from around her mouth as he worked up another deposit. "He can do my ass after we wake up," she thought, as he moved his schlong in and out with a steady rhythm and vigor.

But the big thrill was doing another girl's honey. It was like getting payback. Raychelle had been payback. She made it a point to let the man's wife know.

Nicole let Raychelle spend the night in the van, and came out at 5am to wake her up. "I got something special for you," Nicole giggled, and pulled a strapon out of a bag.

Polly set the clock for six and woke Ricky up sucking on his cock. "Better stop or I'm gonna cum in your mouth again," he said.

"You know where it goes," she said, as she got on all fours and handed him the tube of KY.