*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Author's Note: This is a flash story.
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Danny Boudreaux rolled over and shut off the alarm clock before it could rouse Darlene Guidry. Then he snorted.
He could light a firecracker and stick it up her ass and it wouldn't rouse the eighteen year old girl from her drunken, stoned slumber.
He'd come home from working all day, fixing broken washing machines, dryers, televisions, to find Darlene smoking a joint, empty beer cans scattered all around.
"Sweetheart, that's not good for the baby, you know that's not good for the baby," he had said the first few times he'd come home to find her like that.
"That's not good for the baby, that's not good for the baby," she lisped bitterly at him.
He had tried cutting her off, had tried not buying marijuana and beer. So Darlene simply scampered over to Hillary and Todd's trailer, and convinced Danny's daughter and her boyfriend to buy her a baggie of dope and a case of beer. Then when he'd come home, his daughter had stomped over and demanded the money they'd fronted Darlene.
"Don't buy her any more, hear?" Danny had grumbled, peeling off the bills. "And your home boy? Sells cheap ass shit, hear?"
Then Darlene had found his connection for good marijuana and had sweet-talked Terry into fronting her some weed. For collateral, she'd used Danny's .38 handgun.
"Terry, seriously? Don't front her, hear?" Danny had grumbled as he paid for the weed.
"Uh, and the beer, dude," Terry had smirked before returning Danny's .38 snub nose to him.
Reasoning with Darlene did not work, trying to guilt trip her did not work, and having her mother talk to her did not work.
So, Danny resigned himself to living with a perpetually stoned and drunk eighteen year old pregnant girl.
"At least the pussy's good," Danny thought to himself as he dressed for his work day.
And the pussy was good. The pussy, and the ass was very good.
Darlene had been a virgin when they'd met, at the Courtyard Mall. They'd gone back to Danny's trailer, she'd given him a clumsy, satisfying blow job, and then he'd deflowered her, and shown her the joys of anal sex. At first, she'd pretended she hated anal sex, but Darlene had actually orgasmed harder from anal penetration than she had from vaginal penetration.
"And really? Gets knocked up? First time we fuck?" Danny muttered to himself as he brought up O'Neil's Furniture web site on his phone.
He sent his first client of the day a text message letting her know he'd be there in thirty minutes.
It was a simple garbage disposal repair. It was a quick thirty nine dollars for Danny.
The only reason O'Neil was even sending Danny on the job was because it was under warranty.
"Love you," Darlene mumbled before rolling over to fall back asleep.
Danny didn't answer as he closed the door to the bedroom.
"Oh no, here comes trouble," Kurt, his pet cockatoo screeched when Danny took the bird cage cover off.
"Yep, here comes trouble," Danny smiled as he checked the bird's food and water.
"Trouble with a capital T," Kurt agreed and took the treat Danny held out for him.
Then Danny grabbed his tool box, double checked that he had his cell phone, and left the trailer.
His client, Yvonne McCall smiled when she received the text from the O'Neil's technician.
She quickly brushed out her short cap of dark curls, applied a layer of foundation, ignoring the fact that at forty seven years of age, she was having to use slightly more of the make-up, then slathered on a thick layer of lipstick.
Frederick Jones, the technician O'Neil's routinely sent out had told her that he liked his sluts to wear a lot of lipstick.
"Helps my cock slide down their throats better," the lanky black man had chortled.
So Yvonne applied a lot of the bright red lipstick.
She checked her outfit; a white half-shirt that had the bottom halves of her 36 D breasts hanging out underneath, almost to her areola. It also left a good deal of her belly exposed, showing off her navel ring. She wore a short black pleated skirt that she'd rolled up until it just barely covered her pubic hair and just barely covered her round ass cheeks.
Then she skipped downstairs and unplugged the garbage disposal.
Chip McCall, her husband, was at his job. Her three oldest children were married and out of the house, the fourth child was living with her girlfriend, which just left the three youngest. Thankfully, they were in school today, so Yvonne had the house to herself. This left her free to fuck Frederick today. Tomorrow, when Superior Lawn Care came out to do the lawn, she'd fuck the two or three men that the landscaping company sent out.
Just as Yvonne was bending over to unplug the garbage disposal, Brian, her nineteen year old son, stepped into the kitchen. He saw his mother's rounded ass cheeks sticking out the bottom of her ridiculously short skirt, saw her neatly trimmed bush of brown curls, saw the reddish pussy lips sticking out. He froze for a moment, then backed out of the kitchen and hurriedly climbed the stairs as quietly as he could.
In his bedroom, he quickly jammed his blue jeans down and gripped his swollen cock and jerked it for all he was worth.
"Argh!" he grunted and spewed a torrent of semen into the palm of his hand.
He had one class that day, Global Marketing and Distribution, but decided he could skip that class today. Hard cock still dangling, he booted up his computer and shot the Teacher's Aide a quick note, claiming a stomach bug of some sort.
"Test on Thursday, covers chapters 1-6," Denise, the TA responded. "No makeups."
Downstairs, oblivious to her son's presence, Yvonne did puzzle over Frederick's much earlier arrival today. Normally Frederick scheduled her appointments for ten, eleven o'clock in the morning.
"Maybe wants to spend a little more time," Yvonne thought hopefully.
The telephone rang and Yvonne smiled as the O'Neil's Furniture Store's phone number popped up.
"I'm waiting for you," she answered and hung up before Danny could even say anything.
