Trailer Par Trixie

All characters are over the age of 18. Please read the tags. This story takes place immediately at the end of Pt. 1.

Trailer Park Trixie Pt. 2

I walked home with my mind whirling like a carnival ride. My educated guess was that a footlocker could hold around five cubic feet of anything. How much money would fit in there? A lot was my guess. I did not sleep better knowing this. Just a little of what one locker could contain would change my life immeasurably.

***

"Tell me something ... Matty," Trixie asked one Friday evening, about a month later. I was lying on my back at the foot of the bed, catching my breath. She was spread-eagled on the sheets with a load of my cum leaking from her well-licked and then well fucked pussy, which was the condition she most loved for it to be in. Her body showed her maturity, but she did her aerobics Monday through Friday after work and kept her meal portions small. Trixie had little. Life hadn't been kind, but she could turn a man's head and for her, that was plenty.

I looked over at her. "What?"

She reached for a towel on her nightstand and wiped the sweat from under her impressive tits. "How much money do you think it would cost to finish with your technical school?"

I laughed out loud. "That's a big segue in the conversation. Two minutes ago, it was 'Fuck me harder!'"

She smiled. "And it will be again. But really, how much?"

I did a little math based on my remaining courses and gave her a ballpark figure, including books and lab fees.

She whistled. "Damn, no wonder you work so much." Her eyes wandered over my naked body, which was the condition she most liked

it

to be in.

She crawled over to me, leaned over my chest, and licked my left nipple. Her hand slid down my chest and stomach to end up cupping my balls gently in her hand.

Without looking away from my body, she continued. "I hope you finish your schooling, Matt. Someone needs to get out of this God-forsaken trailer park, and it might as well be you."

I smiled as her hand slid over my semi-hard cock, still slick with our cum. Her red-painted nails ran gently over it. "That

is

the plan," I said. I felt the warm wetness of her mouth, and she did her best to get me to rise for a second go-round. It took a couple of minutes, but she got me there expertly.

Trixie had an impressive sex drive for an older gal. We did it at least four or five nights a week, and not just a one-and-done. Sometimes before her shower, sometimes after. "I love the feel of you going in bareback," she'd told me. "In the past, I was always so adamant about my lovers or clients using condoms that I never got to enjoy the feel of being filled with a man's cum. Now that I am past such concerns, I can't seem to get enough."

I was more than happy to fulfill that need. She threw a leg over my hips and guided me into her wet hole. She rode me slow and easy, which was unusual for her. Ordinarily, she was very focused on getting to the orgasms, not necessarily drawing out the getting there.

Trixie rolled her hips on me, planting her palms on my chest. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff. It feels amazing." She opened her eyes and met mine. "You're a great slave, Matt. I wish I could keep you."

I smiled and reached up to stroke her breasts gently, trying to stay in the mood of the moment. She smiled as I ran my thumbs over her nipples. "I'm not going anywhere," I said. "Unless you get tired of me and throw me out."

About four months ago, Trixie and I had made an agreement for rent-free living in her trailer. My part was to always be naked inside the home, and available to satisfy her rather considerable sexual needs. From my vantage, it was working out pretty damn well.

She chuckled and closed her eyes again. "Not fucking ... likely," she said with a big exhale.

After a few amazing minutes of enjoying the heat between us, her hips began to speed up. Her breathing became a series of gasps each time I was fully sheathed inside her. After a couple of minutes, she flipped off me and laid down flat on her belly. She grinned as I sat up and straddled her thighs. "Now slave, fuck me harder!" she said.

I laughed as I pushed my cockhead through her pussy lips and felt her cunt tighten down on my cock. "Yes, Mistress." I pushed in forcefully, forcing a deep grunt from her mouth. I rammed into her, enjoying the sight of her beautiful ass undulating with every impact.

It might have been a very un-slave-like thing to do, but when I grabbed her blonde ponytail and pulled back on it, I didn't get any complaints. She grunted as I pulled back and slammed in, hard. "Oh, Matty!" she cried out. "Yeah, do it!"

The sound of our skin slapping against one another, and the wet sounds of my cock in her, drove us both wild. "Yeah, Mattyyyy! Fuck ... me!" I watched her slide her hand under her body and knew she was rubbing her clit for all she was worth. After several minutes of pounding into her, I was getting close. I brought my hand down on her ass with a loud smack and redoubled my efforts. She wailed. "Mattyyyyyy!" God, I loved hearing her scream my name. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, her body shaking as her orgasm rolled through her. I flooded her womb with cum just seconds after.

I slid off to the side, spent. She rolled onto her side and then scooted over and laid half over my body with her head on my shoulder. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed tenderly. "Oh,

honey

," she whispered.

***

I did the best I could to forget about the money buried in Maisie's glade. I started my next technical course in RF Transmission Systems. That's radios and radars and stuff like that. The unbearable heat moved in and with it, the afternoon monsoons. Every damn day around four o'clock, a thunderstorm would roll over, dump a ton of rain and be over in forty-five minutes. The rest of the afternoon would be like a sauna.

I was heading home after my second class that week, and as I turned onto the street towards Trixie's trailer, I saw her standing next to a car that looked a little out of place in Live Oaks. A high-end BMW sedan. Trixie was chatting casually with the driver. The windows were heavily tinted, but I heard a female voice. "Okay, that sounds wonderful."

As the car drove away, Trixie saw me. She smiled and waved.

I went inside and took a nice, cool shower. When I walked out of the bathroom naked, Trixie was standing in the kitchen. She glanced at me, smiled, and set the mail she'd been reading down on the counter.

"Mmm, my handsome slave. Tell me something." she paused, making sure she had my attention. She wore a thin sundress and wedge heels, which I loved. She had tucked part of the bodice of her dress under her breasts, clearly forgoing a bra. I got close and kissed her enthusiastically. She pushed me back gently. "Did you enjoy what we did with Lori? Being naked with us?"

I thought back to that outstanding day and goosebumps popped up on my arms. It was hard to quantify just how much I had enjoyed it, so I just nodded. It made me feel like the complete center of attention. With their eyes enjoying my naked body as an object of their desire. It was intoxicating.

"Do you remember when I told you I had some friends that might like to meet you?" she asked.

I nodded again. "Yeah."

Her eyes closed halfway. "I'm sure you've heard of Paradise Pines RV Park, right?"

My eyes went wide and I'm sure she noticed. You couldn't grow up in Lakeview without hearing about Paradise Pines. This town had a hundred different RV and mobile home parks, but only one of them (at that time) was clothing optional. Every young man grew up on wild stories of the place.

I'd driven by it hundreds of times. It was set back off the road quite a way, in an old slash pine forest. The whole place was surrounded by an eight-foot chain-link fence with a coil of barbed wire at the top. The fence had aluminum slats through the links, which made peeping difficult or impossible.

"I have an old friend named Irene who's invited us to her place tomorrow evening for dinner and drinks, if you're up for it," she said suggestively.

"Is that the woman in the BMW?" I asked.

If anything, her smile got even more lusty. "No. Umm ... that was a different old friend, and you'll meet her another day. Irene was my neighbor and a friend from back when I lived at Paradise Pines."

The idea of Trixie walking around in the buff all day made me wildly excited, and I smiled. "I bet you were popular as hell in that place." Her smile was reply enough.

***

After I arrived home from work the next day, I showered, and we drove to Paradise Pines in Trixie's wagon around 3 pm. Clouds were already gathering for our afternoon squall. As you might expect, it was gated and featured a rudimentary guard shack. According to Trixie, the guards were all residents who got a cut in their lot rent if they volunteered for a shift or two. It was only manned during the day, so it wasn't too much of a chore. The local Sheriff's Office treated trespassers who got in, pretty harshly, and the local press always made a big deal out of it, adding embarrassment for the trespassers.

Trixie told me to dress light, so I wore swim trunks, a sleeveless shirt, and flip-flops. Trixie dazzled in a red string bikini that would have stopped traffic. The bottle blonde had a stunning figure for her age, and she loved the attention it brought her. The old man at the gate could hardly take his eyes off her when he checked our authorization.

Whenever a man looked at her like that, Trixie damn near became a different person. She would give the server or delivery person a dazzling smile and her voice would drop a bit. She would turn on the charm. "Thank you, hun. I always appreciate how sweet you are when you serve us." With a little cleavage

always

showing, the servers were extraordinarily attentive. And then all she would have to do was complain just a little about the food. "Gee, that pork chop was kind of fatty, and just a hair overcooked."

The server and sometimes the manager would come over, apologizing profusely. Sometimes comping her meal or at least offering her a discount or a free dessert. Then she would sweetly thank them for being so generous to a poor old gal like her, while batting her eyelashes. I don't think I ever saw her pay full price for a meal when we had a male server.

Our arrival In Paradise Pines instantly shattered my dreams of a naked babe paradise. It was just a bunch of naked retirees. Saggy tits and flabby bellies and dangling balls. Trixie must have heard my disappointed sigh.

"Not quite what you imagined, eh?" she said, sounding amused.

I sighed animatedly. "Yeah, my fantasies are ruined,

forever.

" But it wasn't entirely true. There were still some attractive bodies, they were just older than I imagined. And let's face it, four older couples playing nude badminton is still pretty fun to watch, even if they aren't all young and fit.

We pulled in front of a well-kept double-wide trailer, with a wood privacy fence around a narrow side yard, and got out. An older couple with marvelous tans stepped out of a sliding glass door and approached the car. Irene was a curvy, older brunette who would have been in the plus-sized section of any clothes catalog. I thought she was in her early fifties, not much over five feet, and she had a pair of enormous tits and a lovely round ass. The biggest surprise, though, was her trimmed pubic hair. It was as short as my three-day-old beard, and I could see her inner labia.

I found her very attractive. Her male companion, according to Trixie, wasn't her husband but what they would call a domestic partner today. In the vernacular of the time, they were

shacked up

.

Irene nearly ran around the car in her sandals to embrace Trixie with a little high-pitched scream. I couldn't take my eyes off her bouncing tits. The two hugged like old friends for a long time. The man walked up to me with a pleasant smile. "Hi, I'm Kyle. Thanks for coming out. We've really missed Trixie around here." He was a tall guy, in average shape, with the look of someone who doesn't work with his hands for a living.

Just then, a pair of naked women, fifty-ish, pedaled by on a pair of adult tricycles, a common sight in any retirement community. They were paying attention to the reunion, and they both frowned when they saw Trixie. Kyle laughed. "Well, some of us have. Trixie was not popular with the local jealous wives' collective around here."

I laughed and offered my hand to Kyle. "I can't imagine why," I said as we shook.

Finally, the ladies came around and Trixie introduced me. I had to look up from Irene's voluptuous body when she offered me her hand to shake. The look on her face let me know that she'd noticed.

We were welcomed into their home, which was very nicely decorated and homey. Trixie grabbed my arm right off the bat and took me into the bathroom for us to disrobe. After we were both naked, she looked me in the eye and kissed me. "Listen, whatever happens here is fine by me," her look was serious. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I thought I did and nodded. "And ... it needs to be okay with you, too. You're not going to get all 'jealous boyfriend' on me, is what I mean."

Boyfriend. I rather liked the sound of that. But I got her meaning. Kyle had seemed overjoyed at their reunion and, without any clothes, it was impossible to disguise that fact. I smiled, "We're cool." Then a thought occurred to me. "Do you think Irene likes me? I mean, is she attracted to me? She hardly looked at me outside."

Trixie shook her blonde hair out of her messy bun and let it hang over her shoulders. She had forgone her usual heavily styled and hair-sprayed coiffure she usually wore. "That's just how nudists are. They tend not to stare much or show interest. It's just politeness around here."

I nodded. "But if you watch her eyes now that we're alone, I'm sure she'll be enjoying the view, just like I do." She leaned over and kissed me again. "She's gonna want to eat you alive, I'll bet." Then she whispered into my ear, and I felt her tits push into my chest. "And let me tell you something else about my old friend."

***

When we stepped out, it made me realize just how much I stood out from my older companions. Trixie had a nice all-over tan, as she would often sun herself out behind her trailer, lying nude behind a stockade fence. But I had a classic Florida tan. That is, white as a ghost from mid-thigh to my waist, but nicely brown everywhere else.

Irene smiled when they saw us and tossed me some suntan lotion. She picked up a tray of snacks and a pitcher of something fruity looking and we all went out to their little patio area. It had a privacy fence, artificial grass and six patio chairs made from PVC. Plants dangled from macrame hangers from the hooks on the side of the trailer. With the pine trees all around and their near constant falling needles, there wasn't a prayer of actually growing grass, but it was still a cozy little oasis.

For an hour, the two ladies caught up while we snacked on vegetables and dip and little cubes of cheese. The drink was mai-tai, and it was delicious. I wasn't quite twenty-one yet, but the drinking age had only just been raised to that point, leaving me grandfathered in. After a while, though, the conversation turned to me.

Irene looked over at me as I laid out on their chaise lounge, sipping my second glass of mai-tai. Her dark eyes seemed to examine every inch of me, then she looked at my face and smiled. "I'd say your taste in men has improved, Trixie. At least this one smiles without someone sucking his dick and has more than a six-word vocabulary."

I laughed as Trixie blushed. "I can get up to twelve on a good day, but these drinks might knock me down to just grunts after a while."

Irene smiled slyly. "There's nothing wrong with grunts, now is there?"

After taking the leftover food and drinks into the kitchen, Irene and Kyle switched seats, leaving Kyle to chat with Trixie and Irene with me. She was open and easy to talk to and seemed genuinely interested in my schooling and plans. I did my best to keep my eyes on hers, but with those big knockers, it wasn't easy. I think she realized it and occasionally she'd lean toward me, pushing her big breast against her forearm, lifting it toward me.

At some point, Kyle and Trixie went into the home and didn't return. If Irene minded, she said nothing. We both looked up through the trees at the first rumble of thunder. Out of habit, I put my hands on the arms of the chair and was about to push myself up when Irene spoke up.

"Where are you going?" she said with a gleam in her eye.

I looked at her as the first drops of rain began to fall. "Well ... inside?"

She laughed gaily. "What's the matter? Your clothes going to get wet?" She looked up and closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "I love it when it rains in the afternoon."

I realized she was right. Aside from the oversized beach towels on each chair, there wasn't a reason to even bother getting up. I felt the drops get fatter as they splashed onto my stomach. She rose and walked up to my chair and looked down into my eyes. Her look was smoldering. I lifted my leg over the other to give her a little room, and she sat down on my chaise.

She leaned closely. "You are very handsome, Matt. I'm glad you came with Trixie." She smiled widely, and let her fingers glide across the top of her enormous breast. Rivulets of rainwater trailed across her skin behind her fingers. "Do you find this chubby old broad attractive?"

Her body was very erotic, with her big soft belly and thick thighs, balanced by her huge tits that were each two-handers. I grinned. "I think you've known that I do since we met. It's been very hard to keep my mind off your beautiful body." I could feel my cock hardening.

Her right hand dropped onto my cock and began to caress me. "So, if I was to do this, that would be ... okay?"

I didn't see a point in beating around the bush so I sat forward and brought my face to hers. I kissed her firmly as I reached out for her big tits. They were warm and soft, with nipples the size of gumdrops. She kissed me back with enthusiasm.

At that moment, we heard Trixie moaning in the trailer. It seemed to come from a window to the rear of the main room. Irene sat back and looked toward the window as the rain got harder. "He's really been looking forward to your visit. I'm surprised he lasted this long before carrying her into a bedroom." She looked back at me. "We used to have a lot of fun together before she moved."

I turned her away from me, shifted my leg, and then pulled her luscious body between my legs. My legs fell to the side of the chair, and she followed suit, her trimmed pussy open to the falling rain. She leaned back against me and relaxed against my body. We enjoyed the warmth between us and the cool rain on our bodies. Watching the rain spatter on her beautiful skin was amazing.

I reached over her shoulders and squeezed her tits gently and rolled my thumbs over her nipples. "You can be rougher. Please, be rougher," she sighed. I squeezed hard, letting my fingers sink into her flesh. She moaned out loud as I pinched her fat nipples. "Oh yeah, that's it." She writhed against me, feeling my cock against her spine. "My friend has brought me a fine young man with a hard cock. How am I ever going to repay her?"

I laughed softly. "I'm sure she'll think of something."

"Ohhh," she moaned. "I'm sure she could, but I'm not into ... women like she is. We've had a couple of threesomes, but I won't touch her like she wants, so I usually just let them have their fun."