Trailer Park Virgin

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D
edicated to our vaginas
… maybe they’ll finally shut up.

I
watch
as she scurries around the kitchen putting food onto plates. I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her creamy, thick legs as she moves about the kitchen wearing one of my shirts. It’s something she always does on laundry day.

The older she’s gotten over the years, the higher and higher the thing seems to be hitting on her fucking thighs. Thighs that seem to be taking up every one of my thoughts lately. Thighs I think about late at night when I stroke my cock. Thighs I want to part before feasting on what lies between them. I want to sneak into her room and taste that young pussy that I know still has a cherry. It’s in there and it needs to be taken.

Running a hand over my face, I try to ease some of the tension, a tension that’s been building for months now. A hunger like I’ve never felt. It can’t be fed and is growing each day.

I should’ve seen this coming. When little Gracie’s mom skipped town five years ago, I took her in. Gracie was only thirteen. I made no move to track down her mom. I found out a year later that she’d died from a drug overdose. No one came looking for little Grace, so I kept her. The only guilt I felt was for Gracie losing her mother, but in all honesty, she never really was one.

I always kept an eye on her before her mom skipped town, leaving her here all alone. They’d lived down the trailer court from me and Ty, a young boy I’d taken in after his parents, who I’d been close to since high school, died. I felt sorry for the little girl who ran around, dirty and mussed, and her mom wasn’t half-bad to look at. She had men coming and going, and it worried me for the little girl who wasn’t so little anymore.

Her ass wiggles as she moves back and forth through the kitchen.

I’d always stop by to check on Gracie to make sure she was okay. She’d often sneak down to our trailer when her mom would entertain men. Then one day, Gracie’s mom came knocking on our door, asking us to watch her for a few hours. She never returned, just skipped town, probably just happy there was someone else to take care of Gracie. Ty and I have been doing that for the past five years. She looks at us like we’re her stepfather and stepbrother, even calls us that, even though we’re not really. We fell into line like a little family, but the older she got, the more things started to change. I didn’t see her as the dirty little girl anymore. Oh, I wanted to make her dirty, but in a whole different kind of way.

As if finally noticing me, she turns her head, looking over her shoulder.

“It’s almost done. I made your favorite.” She places a plate on the table before making her way over towards me. Her waist-length, snow-white hair bounces around her with each step, her tits doing the same. She’s old enough and got big enough titties that she should be wearing a bra, but she’s not. Standing on her tiptoes, she gives me a kiss on the cheek. I clench my fist to stop myself from grabbing a hold of her and pulling her into me. Filling my hands with her lush ass while I find out if she has panties on under my shirt.

I should tell her to stop dressing like this. That she’s putting me on edge. That I’m going to take the very thing she seems to be taunting me with. I’m not the only one who seems to be noticing her lately, either. Ty’s eyes follow her just like mine do.

“Is Ty going to be here soon?” she asks, making another plate.

“He stayed late to pull some overtime. He’ll be home in a little bit.” At my words she finishes making the plate, then puts it in the microwave. It’s something she always does when either one of us gets home late from the factory. We both know that no matter what when we walk in the door, she’ll have warm food on the table for us.

If you ask me, her staying after she graduated from high school is going to seal her fate. You can’t walk around half-naked in front of two men and think they aren’t going to want a taste. We live in a small town. Most of the population works at the local plastics factory. It’s not like you can go down the road to a local bar and get some easy pussy—unless you want to fuck the same thing everyone else is fucking over and over. Why would I want that when I have a sweet young pussy at home?

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.”

“
Y
ou 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?”

She closes her eyes but gives a slight nod. I smile a little, thinking how she’s probably young and horny. She’s never had anybody touch her like this. I’m sure she’s wanting to know what it feels like.

“I’ll make it good for you, Gracie. Just put your ass on the edge of the table and lie back for me.”

I slide her panties the rest of the way off as she sits on the edge of the table. I push her shirt up, giving me a perfect view of her teenage pussy as I push her legs apart.

She’s got blonde curls down there, but she’s as pink as a rose and sticky wet. I press my hands to the inside of her thighs and watch as her lips spread, showing me just how wet she is.

“Goddamn, that looks good. I’m gonna have to taste it.”

Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and pull out my dick, never taking my eyes off her pussy. Her sweet scent fills my lungs and makes my mouth water. Fuck, she looks so fresh. I’ve never seen such a pretty pussy before. She’s virgin tight, her opening barely showing as I push her legs farther apart.

I give my dripping cock a few strokes, lubing it up. I can’t stand just looking anymore. I lean in to get a quick lick of her pussy.

She jumps at the touch, but I press her hips back down and look up at her.

“Be still, Gracie. You’ve gotta do your chores now, and this is part of it.”

I lean back down and lick her pussy again. This time she doesn’t jerk against me. She just lies still while I taste her. It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman, and I intend to keep Gracie. She’s gonna be giving me whatever I want, whenever I want it. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of and that she likes it when I touch her, but she’ll be open and ready for me as soon as my cock gets hard.

I’m beating my cock fast as her pussy juice covers my tongue and lips. Her hips are starting to move with my strokes, and she’s getting louder. I bet she’s never even had an orgasm before, and I’m about to give her one with my mouth. Little Gracie’s first orgasm is gonna be on her daddy's mouth.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I lick it fast and feel her tense up. My own orgasm hits my balls and shoots up my dick as her pussy starts to pop against my mouth. She’s cumming on my face as my cum rolls down my fist in thick streams.

I continue licking her tight pussy long after I cum, just enjoying the taste of her and the smell of her on my face. Giving it one last kiss, I look up to see her shirt has ridden up some, exposing her belly, and I give her a small kiss there.

“You did good, Gracie. Real good. Did you like that?”

She sits up a little, and I can see her cheeks are burning bright red. “Yes.”

“I thought so. You got a sweet little pussy, baby. I think I’m gonna need you to come back to my room for a little bit tonight.”

She bites her lip and nods her head a little. “Okay.”

I sit back in my chair, my dick still out and cum still on my hand. “I think you need to clean this up for me first,” I say, looking down. “You made this mess. Think you should take care of it.”

She slides off the kitchen table and hesitates for only a second before kneeling down in front of me. Her eyes grow big as she watches me stroke my still-hard cock with sticky cum all over it.

“Hold the shirt up while you do it. I wanna see how big those titties really are.”

Gracie reaches down and pulls up the shirt, showing me everything. Her tits are full, and her nipples are hard and pink, just begging for me to suck on them. Shyly, she licks her lips, then leans forward and licks my hand. I watch her boobs bounce as she tries to lick the cum off my fingers. I keep stroking my cock up and down. I should just make her suck my dick, but I like seeing her tongue chase the cum.

I hear an intake of breath from my left, and I look over in time to see Ty standing in the living room watching us with his hands down his pants.

Smiling, I turn back to watch Gracie finish cleaning me up. He can have his turn later. She’s mine right now.