All characters are fictional, and are of age. If subjects like lesbian sex, paid sex, abusive parents or teen pregnancy bother you then this story is not for you. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it, and let me know if you'd like a part two!
------------------------------------------------------------
Gilman's Trailer Park was nestled deep in a thick grove of pines, and the Hendersons were the poorest ones in the park; not that anyone there had much money. Mrs. Henderson was a stripper at Rocco's, the only nightclub for miles around, and even at thirty-six she was still popping out babies from the plethora of random hookups that she had. Immediately she would surrender each child for adoption, having too little income to keep them around. Mr. Henderson had abandoned their family years ago, and she made end's meet the only way she knew.
Now, however, her eldest daughter Tiffany Mae -- a girl of barely eighteen -- looked to be following right in her footsteps.
The trail park's youngest slut was at it again, the clock striking midnight as she snuck out of one of the dozen ramshackle mobile homes. Tonight it was Mr. Fitzpatrick who had paid for her, his warm cum still dripping from between her thighs. Tiffany's little pussy had been fucked brutally, the man unceremoniously plowing his cock into her at an unforgiving pace while his wife and children slept just down the hall. Tiffany never once came, her body so used to being taken callously that she hardly felt anything. He had paid her fifty in cash, snidely throwing in an extra ten since he had broken his promise not to blow his load in her.
As she stepped out into the dark, starless night she shuddered, wrapping her thin arms about herself. Her handkerchief tube-top and tiny denim shorts offered no warmth, and when she got back to her mother's trailer she found herself locked out. Tiffany tried every window she could reach, but none of them were unlocked. The girl swore, hunkering herself down on the chilly steps to wait for a long,long while until her mother returned. That was how Irma Pierce found her two hours later, alone and freezing in the middle of the night. She nudged Tiffany with one slippered foot, waking the dozing girl and helping her to her feet.
"Come on, Tiffany Mae. My place is warm, an' I'm sure I can find you something to eat."
Tiffany had known Irma her whole life, the widow living in the trailer next to them, and without a word she stumbled after the older woman. Irma was right: her trailer was nice and toasty, and soon enough Tiffany was scarfing down a hot bowl of Spaghetti-O's. Irma sat across the worn, stained table from the teen, a cigarette in her mouth and her hair in pink, plastic curlers. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling vent, then finally asked what had been on her mind.
"Alright, girly, now tell me: why were you out sleeping on the porch?"
An awkward silence greeted the question, Tiffany shifting uncomfortably as the squishing between her thighs reminded her of her very rough night. She was the trailer park's unspoken, yet worst-kept, secret. Every man there knew he could fuck her for fifty bucks, but not one of them actually cared about her welfare. There was no point in hiding the truth, and she figured that Irma probably already suspected what she had been up to.
"Mr. Fitzpatrick paid for me. I thought I left early enough, but by the time I got home Mama had already locked up and gone to Rocco's."
Irma took a drag, silently nodding. She had known as much, had seen Tiffany ushered clandestinely into the Fitzpatrick's trailer earlier that night, and she wished that she could make things better for the poor girl.
"You needed money that bad?"
Tiffany merely nodded. Without her whoring money she and her mother would often go hungry, so even when the men treated her poorly -- which was always -- it was still worth it to her. Irma stubbed out her cigarette, a small sigh escaping her.
"Let me guess: you're still too proud to take a hand-out, no matter how many times I've offered, or some bullshit like that?"
The girl dropped her eyes, her pretty, pouty lips turning down.
"Yes, ma'am. I don't want to be in anyone's debt, and I'm no charity case."
Irma wanted to just hand the girl money, to try and bring a spark of joy to the jaded teen, but it was clear she wasn't going to accept it. Well, if that was the case...maybe it was time to indulge in one of her most hidden fantasies.
"You ever been with a woman?"
The startled gurl looked up, shaking her head as she dabbed the last of the sauce off of her face with a paper towel.
"No, Mrs. Pierce."
The entire concept of sleeping with another woman was strange, foreign even, but it was really no odder than anything else in Tiffany's life. Irma opened the snap on her purse, fishing around her wallet until she pulled out a crisp, clean one-hundred dollar bill. She was moving out of the trailer park the next day, most of her belongings already in boxes, and it would be the last time she'd ever see Tiffany. Why not see if she could enjoy something fun to remember the girl by?
"Would you for twice your usual fee?"
Her eyes widened, Tiffany finally putting two and two together.
"Oh, ma'am, I...I don't know..."
Irma decided to speak plainly, her eyes locked on the girl's big baby-blues.
"I think you're sexy as sin, an' I can show you that a woman can be a much better lover than a man. Let me guess, that prick Fitzpatrick didn't even get you off?"
Tiffany grimaced, the answer clear.
"You know I'm moving out of town tomorrow, sweet thing. You won't have to ever see me again, an' at least you'll get a proper fucking tonight if you say yes."
The older woman's words were stirring something up inside Tiffany, her pussy growing damp as desire blazed in Irma's eyes. The woman wanted her, there was no doubt, and for a hundred bucks...well, why in Hell not? It was too good of an opportunity to pass up, and she figured she would eventually need to learn how to please a woman anyway if she was going to continue on her current sex-for-cash path.
"Okay."
The teen stood, immediately standing and shimmying out of her tiny shorts. She didn't have on panties, her red, cum-coated little cunt bearing itself to Irma's hungry gaze. Before the older woman could speak Tiffany had yanked her top off as well, her large, perky breasts on full display for the mature lesbian.
"Slow down, girly! I was going to take my time an' undress you myself, piece-by-piece as I told you how lovely you are, but I guess you're used to men just wanting to get right to the goods, hummmm?"
Tiffany blushed, unsure of how to feel about someone wanting to be slow and tender with her. Irma stood, taking the teen's hand and leading her to the bedroom. She plunked Tiffany down on the corner of her bed, kneeling before her and spreading the girl's legs. With a happy sigh the older woman leaned forward, her lips gently kissing Tiffany's pretty little pussy. She lapped the cum off of the girl's labia, then she slid her tongue deep up inside the wet, well-used fuck-hole.
Above her Tiffany let out a sharp gasp, her petite fists clenching the cheap sheets. Never had someone eaten her out, and the sensation was wonderful. She knew she was a paid whore, just a set of holes to be fucked until the man using her was satisfied, but just a few moments with Irma and she was already wishing she could be something more, someone's partner instead of a toy to be played with. For a good ten minutes the erotic tongue wiggled about inside of her, the tip caressing her vaginal walls in an delightful, tingle-inducing rhythm unlike anything the young girl had ever experienced.
"Oh, please don't stop..."
The breathy plea left her lips before she could bite it off, the teen's head lolling back as she cried out. Irma's fingers sought the girl's long-neglected clit, pulling back the hood until the small nub was exposed. Then she gently pinched it, rolling the bundle of nerves between her well-practiced fingers. She felt Tiffany clench around her tongue, knew that the girl was going to cum soon, and she applied just a little more pressure. With a sweet wail the teen orgasmed, her lithe body bucking against the tongue buried in her.
"Fuck! Mrs. Pierce,
