Monday Morning.
I was woken up from my heavy slumber as the sound of rumbling and the tell tale sound of a backup alarm resounded in the humid morning air. We all were taken by surprise as a crew of workers were already working, making sure the first half of the trailer was installed properly. And of course, the men of the group were asked to help as a few of their crew were prepping the other half for delivery. So while we toiled in the early morning sun, the ladies were making breakfast. My wife catches me as I am helping set the strap down bars into the ground, and she filches my wallet to go to the "store."
Not that this place was so far removed to not have a decent grocery store, but this place was a true grocery store, selling nothing but food for people and animals alike. I allowed her to take the walled from my back pocket, cause she was going to get it with or without my permission, since she did not drive here. The first half was set and it would be half an hour before the other half would arrive so we all took a break, eating the good food the girls cooked up. After clean up and taking down of the camping gear for them, the girls wanted to hit the river before it became populated since Ashley was already at her job at the school. The AC people showed up, to install the outdoor unit, since the half of the trailer that had the internal unit was already installed, along with the vents and ducts.
After much more work, and learning how they joined two halves of a triple wide trailer, Noon came, and with it, the electric company came along with the building inspectors to sign off on a completed job and connect the power, which honestly was easier than I thought it would be. The last job was asked of by me to the trailer crew who were packing up to leave.
"Hey man, got a drill and cable floor sheath?"
"Yeah."
"Mind helping me drill the floors in the rooms that are getting t.v.'s only three."
"Sure. It don't matter, padding our paycheck."
So I started thinking like my dad, who will mostly be using this place, along with family, as to where the co-ax was going, and fifteen minutes later, the house was cooling down and satellite ready. The dish did not even need to be moved. The satellite company had sent a guy out with a main box and two smaller boxes, and I unpacked the small screen t.v.s that would only be there until I hit up the upkeep fund to furnish the place proper. And at two, the ladies returned to a cool trailer, and just collapsed on the soft carpeted floor. Though I did have to run the vacuum a few times to get the clay out of the carpets. The water heater was doing its job, so sewer and water worked, though we had to have a pump that took the wastes to the lift station, since there are no sewers out here.
But I had work to do.
I had to uncurl the chain link fence and dig the holes for the supports again, and that was a bitch and a half to do with a few people. But after the fence was finished, Ashley and her annoying sister Bethany showed up. Bethany was the youngest of the sisters, at a ripe age of twenty-three, she never outgrew her "tag along" stage, since when she was born Ashley was working on starting her own life. But while she is annoying to no end, shes got a gymnasts body, and is very flexible. But like I said, I was already in my teens, a father, and married when she was born. My wife thought it was quite cute when she would follow us around when she was old enough and visited.
So the ladies called dibs on the master bath's shower, and all the girls went into the master bedroom, and locked the door. Us guys used the guest bathroom, and I put soda in the fridge since they would be leaving for home soon. We shot the shit as another crew showed up that I personally did not call for.
"Yeah, so the owner wants a front and back porch deck built. The permits pulled, and we will screen it in. Gonna take a day or two if we start now."
"Go ahead."
I called my dad, and he said that he paid for the porches, since it was a pain in the ass using those narrow stairs to get in and out. I said okay. They were going to also install a wheelchair ramp, for my cousins kid who is wheelchair bound for life. Whatever floats your boat and gets it down the river. Wife was the first out of the shower, all fresh and clean, with a smile on her face. So she went to what I call the Swamp Subway for some late lunch and snacks for the trip home. The swamp subway is a small deli that offers the normal deli fare, but also some more exotic choice of meats. And when she returned everyone was worshiping the AC in the living room as the workers were starting with the back deck, so we can come and go, since once they started on the front porch, we would have to use the back door and walk around the trailer to leave.
But the real fun began once everyone was leaving.
"Writer, spend some time with Ashley and Bethany, life has been kicking them around lately and they are having a tough go at it."
"Alright dear."
She stepped in close to kiss me and grabbed my hand. In it, she left a strip of condoms. She left with a smile and her hands behind her back in her usually "I am cute, but not just for you." style. Early evening was setting in, and the porch crew had the frame and some of the floor of the porch installed, and they left, as driving in this area at night was risky at best, even if you knew where to go and how to get there. I decided I wanted some more bbq for dinner, so I caught the swamp bus. I add swamp to alot of things in this area, as there is no public transit out in the sticks. The swamp bus was usually someone going to town after the sun went down, usually for beer or dinner, and you catch a ride with them, but they drove a side by side with a modified trailer attached, so you can carry your idiot friends too. The cost, a beer. So I waited at the land bridge, and right on time, the swamp bus came.
"Going to town?"
"Yup."
"Where to?"
"Billy's"
"Well shit son, so are we, get in, but the first round is on you."
"Sure."
I hopped in, and the not super slow, but not fast trip began.
Billy's was not the place I took my family and friends. It can barely be called a bbq joint. It was a bar, gentleman's club and bbq place. BUT in order to keep it open, and out of the view of the heavily religious groups, they stuck it outside of town, in an area I like to call the "poor swamp." If rural areas like this had ghetto's this place would be it. This is where land ownership was so murky that it would take a decade or longer to sort out who actually owned what plot of land. And sometimes just squatting was accepted as ownership. Power and water were sometimes non existent, practically the image of poor swamp people living in shacks. But Billy's was different. Billy's was the Male Holy Ground. Where if you had a couple of dollars, and played nice, your night would be great, get stupid and fuck around, you will definitely find out what disturbing the peace really means. This place was stacked to the ceiling with myths and legends, where many a young man would lose his way in life to discover. Wanna get laid? supposedly there is a secret brothel. Wanna get drunk, ask the third older man sitting at the bar, and he will get you drunk. But sadly, reality is boring. There is no Brothel, nor any gentleman willing to get an underage boy drunk. But it is an experience, eating ribs while watching the new young thing dance topless, as fully nude was where the town drew its line for Billy's, but Billy did like to fuck around, where the town said only half the woman can be nekkid, Billy never asked which half. So sometimes, you can see some sweet cooters and growlers if you come at the right time.
But I was there for dinner, as I was not comfortable with Billy's new trend in dancer hiring. He hired a dancer that was shaking her ass on stage to def's song pour some sugar on me, who looked awfully to young to be there, but when I asked the waitress if Billy was robbin the schools for dancers, she replied that that lady is thirty and a mother of three.
"Bullshit."
"its true, Sue uses makeup to hide the C-section scars."
"Your shittn me."
"I wouldn't shit you, your my favorite turd."
Still I did not feel like watching the mommy dance, so I ate my dinner, and bought the beer for my ride. The best secret about the swamp bus is that you never got the same ride twice. So while waiting at the exit of the parking lot, one of the commissioners pulled up in his swamp killer raised truck.
"Goin home?"
"Yeah, just wanted some dinner."
"Same, wife is in the hospital and would kill me if she caught me here, so hope in, I will drop you off."
"Thanks."
I had to climb up and then into the bed of the truck as the cab was full. The most important rule of Billy's is: Deny ever going there, and never talk about what's going on and who was there. There was nothing illegal going down except a card game or two, and the chooch showing, but still its one of those places that your wife would by law, be legally allowed to kill you for going to. And also the fighting ring out back, where drunks who like to start fights are sent to fight it out. But yeah, don't get caught there if you value your life at home.
The trip home was faster than the trip there, since the truck could easily drive through the swamps rather than avoid them. The commissioners had put reflective strips on trees in the swamp to mark the best paths to take when bogging. So we arrived as the Joneses where having their domestic dispute. Old man Jones thinks hes still a stud, and Mrs. Jones had a headache. Mrs. Jones hadn't laid a clutch of eggs in at least a decade. But the surprising thing upon returning to the trailer was that Ashley and Bethany were sitting in the lawn chairs out front drinking my beer. I have to monkey my way down the truck, as my knee and leg would let me go up, but the rapid jumping down was a no no. So I greet them, as the monster of a truck headed down the road.
"Eww, you smell like Billy's"
"You can tell?"
"Its an obvious smell, bbq, smoke, pussy and booze."
"They got good ribs."
"Yeah, but still, Wife is going to execute you."
"True, but you and her would go on ladies night."
"Yeah."
Billy's Ladies night was where his wife took over to give the women of the town who needed to de stress. Shirtless men, free drinks and half priced food. Also shirtless fellers wrasslin. That night men were banned, unless you were serving or entertaining. Like two beefy strong ladies guard the entrances, and would bounce any man trying to get in, right into the swamp. It was a popular challenge among high school girls to sneak in for some adult fun. Get caught and they made it a public spectacle to have your mom spank you in front of the crowd. Don't get caught and you could have a fun time, just don't try to order anything to drink but soda.
"Get in before the mosquitos carry you off."
I invited them in, and the cool air inside felt nice against the hot sticky prickly heat. I turned the radio down, and sat with my back against the bar wall that divided the living room and kitchen. I also thought that I should uproot my family and move them here, since this trailer was pretty sweet. All it took was for me to ask what was up. I will spare the reader the long drawn out details of the two women's life problems.
But what their problems boiled down to was: Ashley doesnt want to date or marry, not for the lack of options, but because there is too much to see and do out there. Not that she is fucking every guy or girl around, but just interested in what life has to offer before settling down and attaching herself to a man. Not that she couldn't get a man, with that body of hers, but still, wants to enjoy life a bit more then settle.
But her sister had a quite different problem. No one interested her sexually. She had boyfriends while in college, but when the time came to seal the deal, she was always put off and would become uninterested. Girlfriends too. She was horny, and always so, but the act just put her off. And she gained the bad reputation as the Great Blue Ball Swamp Queen. The condoms in my pocket left no uncertainty what my wife wanted me to do. As I have said before many times to many people on this site, my wife has friends, and is comfortable with sharing me with them. Its not cheating, but lending a helping cock to her dear friends, I Love my wife, but if she hands me condoms and tells me to help her friends, well the message is clear. Besides, I love Ashley and like Bethany, they are my dear friends too, so its not like they are total strangers, especially the things we did together when we were younger I will divulge in private as to not violate the sites rules.
I listened faithfully, and when there was a pregnant silence in the air, I went and got some more beer. We sat and bullshitted until my watch said it was bed time, as there was more work to do tomorrow.
"Don't you have work tomorrow?"
"Nope, I gave the girls their P.E. finals today, and other than the paperwork for next year, I am off until Friday, as that's graduation day."
"And your classes?"
"Summer break started early when the water pipes broke and the whole campus started to smell like a sewer."
So with that confirmation, I invited them to stay the night. I went into the beast to get my clothes out and the air mattress and pillows. When I returned to the master bedroom, there was a pile of clothes waiting for me, and two naked women in the masters bath. I knew they slept nude. Their parents only made girls, so her father was the only man in the house, and being outnumbered six to one had him avoiding half of the house at night, except to go to his bed. It's too hot in the swamp at night, and AC's were a pricey luxury, so to survive the sweltering heat, you either slept naked, or made a swamp cooler. But that was not the case now, as the triple wide was kept at 76f and that is fucking nice to sleep in. But when they were finished showering, they forced me to shower as I still smelled like sin. Despite the fact that what I was planning to do to them was more sinful than eating bbq at a strip club.
But I was not going to press the issue. It was clear my wife's hand in this, as there were certain products in the bathroom, and they did spend alot of time alone with my wife. So my hunch was that they told my wife their problems, and the only answer my wife could think of was "go fuck my old stud bull of a husband." Which should never be an easy decision to make in any normal relationship, but what we have is far from normal, but it worked for us. So I laid there, opting not to inflate the annoying air mattress, as it would take awhile. So One more trip to the SUV, to get my mom's hand sewn blankets, to make a bed on the floor to basically fuck on. When I returned the ladies were playing rock paper scissors. I piped up and said why wait. As my boxers dropped and my cock sprung forth.
Most men will embellish their penis size, but thats not my game. I dont need to be shy about it. It made me three daughter and a son, so my tool done its job properly. But, the look on their faces was priceless. They never seen one up close, as stated before, they never got past the underwear stage. Or they might have and not seen one like mine. Its fatter, between 7-8 inches long, depending on which method you use to measure it. I choose to measure from the actual start of the cock, not at the base, but pushing the ruler in a little, where the urethra meets the other stuff, kind of uncomfortable, but that puts me at 8 3/4 inches. but if I did just the base, then it would be a centimeter or two off from 8, and going by how my urologist measured it when I passed a kidney stone that made me wish I was a woman, it is a solid 8 erect. I am a grower, not a shower.
But those looks, made it look like I was Jason Vorhees and my cock was a machete ready to cut them down. Now dear reader, this is going to be embellished, as if I posted what really went down, it would be tame enough for a fade to black scene on tv. I did in fact fuck them both that night, and while face timing my wife, because it was a sexy comedy of errors, since they did not have much sexual experience, except from porn and such, they turned to my wife who was their coach that night. Besides, I think this was part of the plan. And I think my wife likes to watch me rail her friends, in a perverse "I am the Alpha who takes that cock on a regular basis." kind of way. Maybe she likes the look of surprise on her friends faces when I first penetrate. Not sure since she never tells me why clearly.
So as ordered from that magic talky square with my wife's face on it, I let them explore me a bit, to see if they are ready to enjoy it. I did not mind, as it was kind of fun, having my cock played with, and despite the decreased sensations in it, their licking was nice, that is until it was fully hard. The scars on it had faded, but not entirely gone, and sometimes it is a little turn off for those not familiar with what happened to me. But since they talk online or on the phone at least two to three times a week, they know the deal. We were relaxed, fooling around with each others bodies, working our selves up to a sexual fervor.
Pause.
Here I have to make mention of one cock softening fact about these girls, and why we did not get sexual with them in our youths. They are cursed. Not like a witch or shaman kind of curse. Not a curse that if you fuck them you will be struck like lightning. No. They and their sisters are widely known as a deadly mix of everything radioactive that exists. The reason: Their 398 pound father, who along with my dad, both can single handed throw an engine block at least thirty feet. This man makes even the most angry, aggressive man a meek kitten by his presence alone. This man was imposing. But underneath that living meat wall was a jovial man, for everything else but his daughters. The man broke a tree when he hired a boy to cut the patch of grass he called a back yard, and his younger daughter was out hanging up clothes. He stopped to look at her for a second too long and her dad punched a tree, which my dad swears broke like a twig. He tolerated me, cause we are distant kin, and he like me for some odd reason. Maybe because I wasn't making passes at his daughters. But still, the local boys for years lived in fear of the girls, because if all of them were out, their dad was nearby, and for the sake of public safety, it was best to treat them like church ladies and leave them be. That fear was ingrained into me, from the time I was helping him, my dad and grand dad change his muck dredging truck's tires.
The truck was used to gather the muck in the swamp, where it would be sifted, and dried, then mixed with manure, compost and peat and fermented to a delicious smelling fertilizer for the farms in the area to help plants overcome the limitations of farming in that kind of environment. There was good places to farm, but with the water table being so high meant that vital nutrients were being leeched out from the soil, so they made this disgusting smelling blend of fertilizer to counteract that, and it works.
Well changing that tire took longer than it needed to, as I broke the stud by jumping on the four way lug wrench and snapped the stud right off. Not only did my gramps and dad hit me, their old man walloped the shit out of me, and that hurt a hell of a lot more than being smacked around by my family. So I have a healthy fear of the man, but he holds no grudges with me so as long as I don't fuck up, my head can stay attached to my body.
Unpause.
I felt the cold chill of unseen eyes on me. But we were not in view of any windows, and he cant kill me if his girls are of legal, concenting age. But that shiver must have triggered something in them, to encourage them to get a little more adventurous. While they were exploring me, I was playing with their pussies. One was clean shaven and the other was bushy. I wont say who was what, I will leave that to your imagination. You can comment on your guess and I will tell you who was what.
But all this cock play was starting to bore me, so I pulled Ashley on my face. I always wanted to do this to her. So while she and Bethany were playing with my cock and balls, discovering the fun facts about the testicles and its skin, I wanted to taste Ashley. I gave her a test lap of the tongue and she squirmed. So I opened her nice lips up, to discover....
She was still cherry.
"Damn, you must be pent up really hard." I thought to myself as I started to conduct a symphony with my tongue, and played percussion on her clit. Not having felt this before both excited her and freaked her out. She wanted to get off my face, but my wife told Bethany to hold her there. I could feel she was getting close to her climax, so I worked hard to give her a nice one. After screaming her orgasm, she fell limply on me. Bethany helped her roll off, and replace her. She too was cherry, but I had a feeling she masturbated a lot as she came on my face after a few minutes of tongue action. Both girls were panting, and my wife had a smile on her face. I was far from through, and my boy was hard enough to penetrate the earths mantle. So I wanted to take Bethany's cherry first. There is something sexually perverse and slightly evil about deflowering a woman. Like you are robbing her future husband of his long awaited prize. But in sex, its first cum, first served. So I could have laid her on her back, to take her where we can see each other's faces, but my back and leg hurt, and I did not want to take any pills for it, because I would get bombed out of my mind and lose out on this bit of fucking. I wanted a clear and semi sober head on my shoulders for this.
So I opted to let her ride me cowgirl style so she can control the action. So after a bit of coaching, and maneuvering, she was in the position, squatting over my cock like she was taking a piss. I held my rod up so that the condom covered head was rubbing her lower lips. with some trepidation, she lowered herself until just the head was in. She stopped, commenting on how big it was in her. But my wife said it gets bigger once its all inside. This scared the once fearless streaker, and amazon warrior of the swamps. Her light brown hair flowing in the wind as she ran, jumped from tree to tree, to avoid the water and stuff in it, and generally was brave. She can poke alligators with sticks, but the thought of a fat cock splitting her open scared her to almost tears.
"Shh. Its okay, my dick is soft as your cunt. It might hurt a bit, but the pain doesn't last long."
"Okay..."
"That's the brave woman I know."
I reached up and patted the younger woman's head. She smiled warmly, and lowered herself a little more. Then we found the roadblock. My wife and her sister offering gentle encouragement, as Bethany made the choice herself whether to go all out or stop. I was not going to force the issue, as that would be the ultimate dick move. So when she steeled herself for it, she closed her eyes and raised herself up, and with one quick motion, she dropped, until my pubic hair was tickling her clit. She stiffened up in shock and pain, then the fullness set in. She only squeaked out in pain, and was silent. We stayed like that, as my wife mentioned some blood leaking out of her along with her juices. Under my ass was a few towels I brought as disposable as they were on the way to becoming rags.
After an eternity, the pained look on her face melted away to a new look, as a fire in her eyes was lit, and she herself lifted and dropped herself on my cock. She started slowly, then working herself into a wild pace as she was having orgasms one after the other. She lost all sense of control, as she was becoming an animal in heat, rutting until that itch was calmed down, but her pussy was clamping hard on my cock, and I was afraid the condom would break or come off. I tried to help but she was jackhammering my pelvis into the floor so I just let her go, besides, she was doing the best job of getting hers, with no input from me. I would say it was a good fuck, but the fact was, she was getting hers, and mine was slow to happen because my cock needs a little more than pumping action to pull the trigger, and my wife noticed this and asked Ashley to put the phone to her ear.
My wife said something, but I assumed she was out if it in her sexual frenzy. But I was getting closer and she was wearing herself out trying to get that first blast of man cream in her.
"Writer, use that cock to put a baby in me. Fuck it, I don't care, put a hundred babies in me, its so fucking good."
That dirty wife of mine. Science as proven that during Coitus, the mention of reproduction to a man will trigger his orgasm. While we lose conscience thought, the notion of doing the man's only biological job in procreation will make most men cum, and hard. It is a dirty trick, like a finger in the ass to make a man cum quick.
When she said that my mind broke as my BFC 10000 fired its life bringing shots. I havent at this point really had sex for a week or two, usually jerking off for little loads to scratch the itch. But my balls had to work triple shifts to make this first load. That condom must have been made out of titanium infused rubber, because it stayed in, as my cock plopped out with a pop. I kind of freaked out a little, while Bethany was lying on her back, knees up, feeling her abused cunt, and slowly extracting the condom. It was full almost to leaking, and I took it from her and put it in a grocery bag I was using for light trash. Bethany could not speak, but only mew and moan, as every joint in her lower body ached from the over exertion. I needed a break for a moment, so my wife started to talk to Ashley as she tended to her sister, getting a cream from the bathroom to help soothe her abused pussy. I grabbed a cig from the pack I hidden in my stuff, and the lighter. With a little stretch of the legs I was on the almost completed back porch. The cool night air felt good on my cock as I stood in the swampy air, smoking and recharging the main cannon. That was the nice thing about being in the middle of nowhere. There was two acres of heavily wooded land between me and my closest neighbor. A small distance for sure, but a blocked one. In their back yard you could probably see the roof of the trailer, but not the yard, unless you were prowling around at night, and only those that go frog hunting are about, and they don't stray from the water.
I finagled my way back inside, not opting to go around the yard, because I would definitely be seen as summer in the swamp, the nights are active with people. Snake handlers, and turtle movers, and sometimes poachers. People often around here opt to sleep and rest in the days, and with generators and work lights, work at night as it is cooler. And the road out front is busy at night. So I locked the door, and returned to the room, where Ashley was waiting for me, playing with herself with my wife over the facetime video. I took a quick rinse shower, as I did not want the towels looking like a crime scene.
Still hard, it was Ashley's turn, and I wanted this to be special. I had many questions about how she could still be a virgin, despite having dated a few men. But it was revealed to me, by my wife over the phone that none of her boyfriends looked like they wouldn't "measure" up to her expectations. That cleared up some things. She was a size queen, even if she never had one in her. I think being as close to her as we were left an impression on her. So I started to lay down, and she wanted my back on the wall. She said she wanted to be as close to me as possible. Well, duh, we are about to fuck, if that was not close to me enough then there is a problem. My wife suggested I bring my knees together and let her use my thighs to slide down on. We tried this before, while it was fun for the wife, it was a bit of hell for me.
So she squat over my thighs, and slid herself down slowly, until the head of my condom covered cock was just resting between those lips.
"You ready?"
"Just do it already"
She slid down as my cock opened her up slowly, engulfing my cock. I met the resistance, and she pushed through it. While it looked like it hurt, she gritted her teeth and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
"I wanted this for a long time. Since Wife showed up with her baby bump, She looked so satisfied, that I knew. I knew you would be the one to satisfy me. I am glad I waited, this is...."
She stopped as the rest of my cock slid in. The pain was gone, and her face had this far away smile. She seemed to be enjoying it on a whole deeper level than most people would. I crab walked painfully away from the wall, with her riding me. Then began the pelvic thrusts. As part of my PT for my leg and knee I had to do exercises similar to this. With her weight on my lower torso, I thrust up with full power, her clit and pussy lips being smashed with each thrust up. I had to channel all of my rage and lust into this, because I was almost at my limit. But I would not let her first be disappointing. With her slender body, I felt like I was poking her cervix as my fat cock was marking his territory with each thrust. She leaned forward and held my shoulders. This time I am pretty ready to cum at any time, since the angle my dick was at was hitting all the right spots on it and in her.
She was clamping down really hard, signalling to me that she was having a big orgasm, and while I was close, I wanted to explode in her. She leaned back like a rodeo cowgirl, and yelled out her orgasm. Soon after I came, she fell on top of me, which caused me to fall on my back. We all sat up, chatting with my wife, exhausted, but not sleepy.
Outside.
The earth shook. The starry sky darkened with clouds and the sounds of animals running away made the still night air filled with the cacophony of fear maddened animals escaping for their lives. The air was heavy with murderous intent so thick that it was hard for me to stand up to go take a post sex piss. Mr. and Mrs. Jones escaped to the depths of the dark swamp water. Something was coming. Something that shook the bravery of life and existence itself out of the very fabric of the universe. Not in a car, but on two feet, men he passed would scatter. Even the deputy patrolling the sticks pulled off the road at his passing. His laser sighted focus was a particular property. Word reached his ears that there was someone doing the things that would sign his death warrant. Each step would even still Hell itself. He just looked at the gate on the fence, and the house front door opened, and a girl barely in her twenties rushed out. He turned on his heels and with the woman in tow, an older woman feet away, long given up on being a voice of reason, this monster made his way through the swamp neighborhood like an angry, hell forged mother hen looking for her lost chicks....
Inside.
We had a calmer round two and three, and for the fourth I just fingered them to orgasm. But that feeling that was so oppressive was starting to affect the girls, who scrambled for an unknown reason to toss one of my oversized shirts on each other. I did not know why, but as I was caught up in their scramble to clean up, I noticed the last condom I used on Ashley looked off. I couldn't tell, since I honestly stopped using condoms with my wife and other partners as most of them had tubes tied, on the pill or infertile. So I could not put my tired finger on it. But they tossed me a pair of gym shorts as they sprayed almost an entire bottle of Febreeze in the house, like we just smoked pot or cigs in the house.
That murderous feeling was getting closer. The monster now had four women in tow. None dared to escape, because even if they could, they would be found easily. I heard the squeak of the gate, and the crunching of what was left of the gravel in the yard that used to be a walking path, now mostly covered in clay. I looked out the window in the door, and seen Hell personified walking straight for the door. The porch light showed me that his face was grim and there was no tolerance for even an ounce of bullshit. The girls scrambled to a bed room with my phone, my wife still talking on it, until the monster knocked on my door.
The knock shook the whole trailer with each pound, but yet not damaging anything but my bravado. I almost pee'd myself as I opened the door.
"Ashley and Bethany here?"
"Yes sir, they decided to stay the night to help me tomorrow with my mothers memorial garden."
"You foolin around with them?"
"Sir, you know I am married with kids."
"Doesn't mean shit. Are you messing around with my girls?"
"No, sir."
I said as I stood my ground. I am a man, and this man was not going to hold fear over me. I respected the man, and even loved him as a family member, though distant as he is on the family tree. But what I did in the house was my business, and mine alone. So I invited the gaggle of people in, who respectfully wiped their feet before entering. I had my phone in hand, and since I asked my father to crash at my house until I get back, my dad, who is used to working overnights was up reading in my office. My wife brought him her phone to help keep me from dying tonight.
"Yeah, your girls are asleep in the room. I am up talking to dad about what he wants me to do since the trailer was installed."
I said, pouring everyone some iced tea.
I held up the phone so Sir could see my dad.
Dad, being too quick on the uptake, said hi to his long time friend.
"Hey Jack, what brings you to my new trailer?"
"Hey Harold, my two daughters are over here, and I want to know if Writer was fooling around with them."
"Yeah the boy got around, but you know he has a wife and kids, right?"
"Men cheat all the time."
"Not my son, and definitely not on his wife, she would kill him ten times worse than whatever you could possibly dream of doing to him."
"Still, it smells funny in here."
"New trailers smell bad."
"True, Harold, I just got this feelin a line was crossed tonight."
They conversed for a little while, before my dad said hi to Sir's wife. (I call him sir, because no matter how old I get, he will always be sir.) I pulled out some cookies I was saving for the final day, and served everyone. Then my wife popped up on the screen. She said goodnight to everyone, as the phone was dying on her end. After she hung up, Sir stepped into my threat radius, sending the coldest of chills down my spine. He clasped my shoulder and pulled me in close.
"If I even suspect that you touched my girls wrong, Harold's son or not, I will kill you."
"Sir..."
"Daddy!"
Ashley, the oldest of the five sisters stepped into the room with her hands on her hips. She puffed up like an angry hen and rounded on her father.
"You come chargin over here without a lick of sense. I AM A GROWN WOMAN. EVEN IF I WANTED TO SLEEP WITH WRITER, AINT A DAMNED THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT."
When Ashley is angry, the southern drawl comes out. It's cute.
"Yeah daddy, we are women now, not little girls."
Bethany had to add, while their sisters and mother nodded.
"Cant a woman stay at an old friends house without everyone and their brother thinkin that they must be fuckin."
It did not help that the only thing she was wearing was the t-shirt, and also a faint shimmer of the juice trail from her well fucked pussy. I dont think he noticed, but I think her sisters noticed. Her mother was hiding her own rage by drinking her tea. She was a woman to be feared. If the brute strength of Sir was scary, her justice and discipline was worse. She did not take any shit from anyone, but being dragged around late at night to round up their daughters was the last straw, and it was showing. I think Sir's only fear was her. My mom used to send me to her when she could not think of a punishment strong enough to get the point across.
Example: That police chase. We went to the camp after, and this woman ran me ragged, rode me hard and put me up sweaty. If I was scared of Sir, I was more terrified of her being angry. The tinkle of the ice hitting the bottom of an empty glass was the signal. This woman sat the glass calmly on the table, reached into the fridge, past the beer, soda and lunch meat, and grabbed the bottle of Dewars I was leaving for my dad to drink on his visits. She opened it up, and chugged a fourth of the bottle before closing it up and putting it in the fridge, and everyone between her and her wayward husband moved out of her way.
"Listen here you sonofabitch. They are grown enough to get married and have kids of their own, but they cain't cause you put the fear of GOD and Jesus into every dick within ten miles of here. What are we supposed to do, raise our daughters to be some backwoods spinsters? Shit, you are lucky they aint lesbians by now. Now thank Writer for letting them stay the night, and lets go home to bed, where normal folks are right now. If Writer wants to fuck 'em and his wife too, then they gots my blessin. But its about time you learn that the more you hold them down, the harder they fight to be free. Now git before I put a hurtin on you that the whole world will know."
Not a single word was said, and their sisters silently waved goodbye as a now shrunken man left with a woman who was hot enough to melt plastic. We stood there dumbfounded for a few moments, and when they were good and gone, I closed the front door and locked it. Then we busted out laughing as we walked to the master bedroom, tired, but with enough energy for one more round that night.
The rest of the week was pretty busy, the landscapers were sodding the yard, I did in fact build a memorial garden with Ashley and Bethany, and of course we fucked every night. But to keep it from looking bad they slept at their house on thursday night, as I had a crew coming in to repaved the ramp to the slough. It needed to be redone as it was cracked and worn on Friday. I spent friday afternoon fishing, while some hunters were killing beavers to keep the slough clear. Saturday found me at the farmers market with a list from my wife and me, along with Ashley and Bethany walked around together. They were close to me, more than usual. And once we were done, I decided to take them to dinner. I drove to the nicest restaurant in the town, the Olive Garden. Yeah, laugh it up, but small towns get the shit end of the stick for nice dining spots. After eating and drinking, we ended up back at the trailer, with both women tearing at my clothes.
We fucked all over the trailer, as it would be awhile before I returned, since the furniture delivery happened on thursday, the trailer was decorated nice and simple, because my family with all that come here are no where near froo froo.
Sunday morning found us tangled in bed, and I woke up to cook the last meal and fed two naked and hungry women. I never get tired of seeing a naked woman who just woke up (wish there was a picture category here.) We ate, and I fucked Ashley in the kitchen raw, while she was doing the dishes. She swore up and down it was a safe day, so it was all good. It was not like I wanted to spend twenty minutes to go get more condoms, so after filling her up, I was still a bit horny, and I took Bethany on the back porch, while she was reading a book she bought. I fucked her raw too, leaving her a present to remember me by. And after all the cleaning, and straightening up, I kissed them goodbye, and after cutting the power inside and at the pole off, I locked the breaker box, left the keys in the fake rock in the memorial garden, and locked the fence. I bid farewell to the camp, as I had things to do back home. I drove the girls home, and got a stern look from Sir when they exited the vehicle. I waved goodbye and left the camp in my dust.
The drive home was pleasant, and I thought it would the the last time I would see Ashley and Bethany, and I did hope they found good men to settle with. Boy it would turn out how wrong I was.
I was making the turn onto my street when another evil presence made my skin goosebump. My wife and my dad were in an argument as I pulled the almost military vehicle into my driveway. My friends rushed the vehicle and something was up.
"There is the homeowner now."
My dad pointed out, with that old look of his from when he used to cover some things for me, like I owed him one.
In the middle of my yard in heeled pumps and dressed in a nice business skirt and jacket.
"Ah, a reasonable man. Look I will make this simple for you. Sell me your home now, and I will pay three times its value."
The woman's words sounded like honey coated poison. There was an implication and inflection of a threat if I didn't. I looked past her to her car where three brawny men stood. Sizing them up, they reminded me of those movie goons, all brawn no brains.
I had to choose my words carefully. Because three times my property's value would put it at three quarters of a million dollars. Not an amount to sneeze at. It was tempting. so I looked at my friends and family, and then to the sky. After I thought about it, I spoke the words that would be the opening salvo of this battle and most vicious part of the war.
"Fuck no."
TBC