I hope you enjoy this story. This story is being told primarily by Merilee but her daughter, Cherry will also speak. There is a little rough sex in this story. If that offends you, you may want to skip this story.
Edited by DRGRiffin
Introduction
My name is Merilee. I am what most people would call trailer trash. I have always been trailer trash. My mother is trailer trash. And my daughter, well we will see. For most of my life I was a boring straight-laced version of trailer trash but recently, I have been turned into a slut/slave. But maybe I was revealed to be a slut not turned into a slut. You decide. I am still trying to figure it out. I am sure my mother sold herself for money for me. And my daughter, well only time will tell.
My mother, Bernice, was born to a farm family in Mid America. She got pregnant with me when she was sixteen. Bernice never said who my father was. My grandparents wouldn't allow her to have an abortion. Abortions weren't common back then anyway. My grandparents did help by letting Bernice and I live with them until their health failed. Bernice told me she didn't want to live with them but had no choice. My grandparents bought Mom a trailer when I was nine. They purchased a lot just outside a mid-sized city. This was a large development in the woods. The developer sectioned it into half acre lots with narrow gravel roads, a pad and hook up for trailers. The location had beautiful views of a mountain and only a twenty minutes' drive to the city center.
Mom got a job as a maid in a downtown hotel. Mom never married even though she was and still is an attractive woman.
In my early teens, it became obvious that I would look much like Mom. At twelve, I was a tall thin redhead but not what you would call pretty. I was athletic and liked playing with the boys. I played softball with the boys where they treated me like one of them. Girls had very little to do with me. At the same time, I started growing breasts. By fourteen, I was five feet six, slim with nice sized breasts. I had the largest breasts in the class. I was wearing a C-Cup bra and growing out of my bras quickly.
Boys didn't treat me like one of the boys anymore. They were more intrigued by my top than my athletic ability. At fourteen, I was somewhat strange looking, slim, tall with oversized breasts. They got in my way and I didn't like them. My body felt strange. Mom had already started warning me about boys. She warned me that boys were bad and shouldn't be trusted. She wanted me to abstain from sex until I married. I took her advice to heart. I was determined that a boy wouldn't take advantage of me.
Even with a body that was unusual I was still very much an athlete, playing girls' basketball throughout high school. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was still slim, five feet eight and played forward on the girls' varsity basketball team. My breasts continued to grow and I struggled to get into 34D-cup bras. I really should have been wearing larger bras but Mom couldn't afford to keep up with my size increases. My only friends were the girls on the basketball team. A couple of the girls were openly gay or as open as they could be at that time. I messed around with them but it was nothing serious. While I enjoyed the sexual contact, I knew I wasn't gay but was afraid of boys because of Mom's warnings.
I had very few dates even though I was asked all the time. You see in my senior year much of the severe sharp features in my face and body had rounded. I developed girl hips though still slim to go along with the large breasts and my face began to fill out. The very severe bone structure in my face had rounded into high cheek bone with enough flesh to be feminine. My lips filled out and my eyes had become large green emeralds with long eye lashes and arched reddish colored brows. My hair was thick, curly and a rust color instead of the clownish red it had been when I was younger.
So, I was eighteen, pretty, with large breasts and had only petted other girls. I was a mediocre student but a good basketball player.
The party that changed my life for the first time
My mother couldn't take me to games but my coach did. Our coach, Sam, was about forty and a very commanding figure. She was a large woman who was very serious about her job. She demanded a lot from her players and we gave it to her. So even though we were an undersized team with me being the best player on the team, we made it to the regional tournament. We had made it to the final game with a chance to go on to the state finals if we won. We lost by one point.
In the locker, Sam said, "Girls I am proud of you. We only got this far because of your hard work. We will head back tomorrow morning but I want you all to know you are winners. There will be no curfew tonight. I want you to enjoy tonight."
On the bus, Eugenia our center said to us, "The boys have some liquor and want to help us celebrate. They are coming to our room and we are going to party. I want you all to come and celebrate like coach said. I am told, the coaches are going out on the town and leave us to ourselves."
Eugenia was not only our center but the leader of the team. I mainly stayed quiet and to myself. We almost always shared a room. Eugenia took care of me and was the primary person I had made out with. She was a little taller than me but much larger. She was an imposing African American girl.
The boys had not done as well as we had. They had lost out on the tournament early. We were all staying at the same hotel. After we got back to the room, it wasn't long before a couple of the boys showed with several six packs of beer and a fifth of bourbon. I had tried beer one time and hated it but had never had hard liquor.
Beside Eugenia and I were four of the key female players. All the girls were wearing gym shorts and school tee shirts. I was clearly the only one wearing a bra.
When the boys arrived with the liquor Eugenia said, "Ok everyone grab a drink and let's toast to an outstanding session." All the other girls grabbed a beer but me so one of the boys, Mark, made me a coke and bourbon drink. He stayed close to me.
I had met Mark a couple of times in the gym. He was a guard, barely as tall as me. He had bugged me continuously our senior year to go on a date with him. I refused each time. He did nothing for me. He was average looking with a meek countenance.
We toasted each team. There was a lot of pressure to drink and I found the bourbon and coke went down easily after the first obnoxious swallow. Before I knew it, I had downed three drinks mixed by Mark. I think he made each stronger than the last.
By midnight, all the girls were naked and making out with each other and the boys. Eugenia had been trying to get me to make out with her but I kept telling her to wait until everyone left. Mark hovered around us.
Eugenia announced to what was then about ten boys and girls, "It is time the boys get to see Merilee's huge breasts. She thinks only us girls like to look at them."
Another of the girls said, "Yeah, Merilee, show off those big bumpers of yours. I think the boys need to see what is under your shirt."
I was very drunk but Mom's words were banging around in my head and I knew better. I said meekly, "I don't want to."
Eugenia said, "You aren't being a team player. Look we are all naked except for you and Mark. Mark show Merilee that it is okay."
Mark said to me, "I will if you will."
That was the last straw, I couldn't resist Eugenia any longer, I nodded yes, "I need another drink before I do."
Mark fixed me another drink and began to remove his clothes. When he got to his boxers he said, "Why don't you remove them?"
