Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2016 01:27:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trailer Park Spoinster (Lesbian/Romance, oral, F/FFFggg

Warning:

Romance, oral, F/FFFggg

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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           Trailer Park Spinster
                    By
                   Jan

      My name is Barbra, but I was known as "Babs" and
"Sister" to Bernice.  In truth we were not related at
all.  We lived together as spinsters until her demise,
because in our State it was illegal for same sex
marriages.

      We lived in a little trailer park that only had
twenty stalls for trailers.  Our little old trailer was
built back before World War II, and it had a faded
green exterior located in the back of the lot almost
hidden among old Cyprus trees.  The front of the
park had those double wide trailers for families.

      After Bernice passed away of a stroke, I was
lonely for some time.  Even though Bernice and I were
lesbian lovers, we never missed walking with our white
leather King James Bible in hand to a little old white
private home that had been converted into an
Evangelical Church.

      We were always the picture of the little old
religious ladies.  Our graying hair was braided and
wrapped around our heads and held in place with
bobby pins.  We were slender ladies no more than
five-feet two tall.  With our age our breasts had
sagged, like our breasts were empty bags.  We wore
simple print dresses that buttoned down the front,
with long sleeves and collars covering our necks.  We
wore knee length nylons with oxford shoes with boxy
heels.

      At church meetings the congregation was called
upon to confess our sins publicly.  Like everyone else
we never confessed anything more than simple things
like evil thoughts about someone we argued with.  I'm
sure tongues would have wagged if they suspected
what Bernice and I did in our bed.

      I was aware that all of the families in the park
felt sorry for me after Bernice passed away.  I spent
my days knitting while sitting on the wooden porch in
front of my trailer.  I enjoyed watching the children
playing between the trailers.  When the women sent
their husbands off to work and their children off to
school they had plenty of time to visit.  I was invited
into their trailers for tea.  They told me all of their
problems.

      One day while I was washing my clothes in the
communal washroom, a young woman was in there
washing her laundry and crying.  I knew that her name
was Vicki, and she was new to the park.  She
eventually told me that her husband was a brute.  It
was bad enough that he forced her to suck his cock
and fucked her in the ass, but the night before he
had forced her to suck his cock, and she could smell
the odor of another woman's pussy all over his crotch
along with her perfume on his clothes.  I was very
sympathetic to her plight.  After we had folded our
laundry, she invited me to have tea with her.

      I dropped off my laundry basket at my trailer on
our way to her trailer.  She put the kettle on to heat
the water.  She fussed around setting the little table
until the water boiled.  After we made our tea she
continued her story about her husband's abuse.

      I commiserated with her about her predicament.
When she showed me the bruises on her arms and
body where he had assaulted her I was shocked.  I
told her that as long as she was willing to endure his
behavior he would continue beating her.  My advice
was to leave him and file for a divorce with a
restraining order.  If he violates the order have
someone call the police, so that she had witnesses.
With any luck he would get jail time.  I told her that
she might have to move to a location he doesn't know
and change her identity.  I offered to let her live
with me while she filed for divorce.  She broke down
bawling.  I felt compelled to hug her.

     While she rested her head on my shoulder crying
she was making my dress wet, then she kissed me on
the neck just above the collar.  I had an overwhelming
desire to feel her breasts, but restrained myself.

      That day she gathered up her belongings and
moved in with me.  When her husband got home he
was furious and went from trailer to trailer looking
for her.  When he pounded on my door I made sure
Vicki was out of sight and denied knowing where she
was.  The other ladies in the park helped her get a
divorce.  Several of them had experienced divorce
before.

      There was the normal drama before the man
eventually gave up trying to find his wife.  She was
able to return to her trailer.  We became close
friends.  During our teas she expressed her
frustration about her lack of a sex life.

      I sympathized with her and told her, "I don't
want to upset you, but there are ways you can enjoy
sex without the risk of male brutality or the
potential of getting pregnant."

      Vicki wanted to know what I was talking about, so
I told her that women could enjoy pleasing each
other.

      I'm sure that me telling her that surprised her,
because everyone thought I was so religious.

      She was sitting next to me on the couch, so she
leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.  I returned
the kiss, and placed my hand on her firm little breast.
When she placed her hand on top of mine I expected
her to remove my hand, but she pressed my hand
against her breast even harder.

      That empowered me to be bolder, so I started
squeezing her breast.  When she removed her hand
from mine and took hold of my braless breast I
slipped my hand down the front of her boat necked
cotton dress.  She was wearing a simple nylon
brassiere because she didn't need the support.  I
squeezed her tit and toyed with her nipple.  She was
as excited as I was, and we started taking each
other's clothes off.  We were quickly naked.

      I wasn't comfortable trying to make love to her
on the couch, so I got up and pulled her to her feet
and led her to the bed in the back of the trailer.
When I started sucking her breasts she let me know
how good it felt.  I eventually went down on her and
ate her pussy.  It was very satisfying to taste a wet
pussy again.  Vicki was moaning like she had never had
her pussy eaten.  By the time she had an orgasm she
was making enough noise that I feared she could be
heard all the way to the street.

      When she recovered she slipped to the foot of
the bed without me asking, and spread my legs so
that she could eat my pussy.  I wondered if she didn't
like sucking her husband's cock, would she dislike
sucking a woman's cunt.  The way she was sucking my
old cunt she must have enjoyed sucking my old cunt.
She became a daily visitor to my trailer.  In time I
introduced her to analingus.  I was having renewed
interest in sex.

      I invited Vicki to accompany me to church.
Watching the congregation making their confessions,
but over time she got used to them making simple
innocuous confessions.  None of them were about to
confess their infidelities or their homosexual desires.
She also joined me on Wednesday night Bible study
meetings, which were conducted by the pastor's wife.
They often turned into gossip sessions, but they
opened with confessions too.

      One evening Vicki stood up and confessed that
she had strong desires to have sex with other women.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence,
before the pastor's wife congratulated Vicki on her
willingness to share her darkest feelings.  She
mentioned that we all have to struggle with our
desires.  The rest of the meeting went on as usual.

      As we were walking home the pastor's wife pulled
up to the curb next to us in her family's mini-van, and
offered us a ride home.  In truth we only had a couple
of blocks to walk, but we couldn't refuse her offer.
Vicki got in the passenger seat, and I got in the back
seat.

      She drove us to Vicki's trailer and Vicki invited
her to join us for tea.  I knew I was the third wheel
and excused myself to visit a sick neighbor.  I wasn't
fooling anyone, but the pastor's wife was pleased to
see me toddling down the road towards my trailer.

      The next morning bright and early Vicki came
knocking on my trailer door.  I was still in my
nightgown.  I ushered her in out of the cold morning
air, and made coffee while Vicki told me about what
had happened.

      Apparently the pastor's wife wanted Vicki to pray
with her about her sexual desires.  They kneeled on
the floor and held hands in a prayerful manner facing
each other.  The woman started praying for the sprit
to consume her, and make her pure.  When she closed
her eyes, Vicki also closed hers, and suddenly the
woman kissed her on the mouth.  Vicki opened her
eyes as the woman took her into her arms and rolled
her over onto the floor and started feeling her up.

      Vicki went on to tell me all about the way the
woman undressed her, and stripped off her own
clothes, then she made love to her.  The woman was
unbelievable.  The woman sucked on her tits, ate her
pussy, and even rimmed her asshole.  When the
woman was finished smothering her with her own
pussy, she got dressed and assured her that she
would be happy to be her personal confessor from
then on.

      The next morning Vicki got a call from Mrs.
Williams, asking if she could drop by for tea that
afternoon.  Vicki accepted her request and agreed to
receive her at 4:00 pm.  She told me she was puzzled
by the request, but she prepared sandwiches and
even prepared to brew tea for the two of them.

      While she was preparing to welcome her guest
the phone rang and it was Mrs. Blackburn, also
requesting a meeting.  Vicki quickly pointed out that
she was occupied that afternoon, but she would be
happy to receive her on Friday afternoon.  They
agreed upon a time.  She was puzzled by her sudden
popularity.

      Mrs. Williams arrived at her trailer right on time.
They exchanged pleasantries and Vicki had her sit at
her small dining table while she prepared tea.  She
waited for her guest to expound on why she wanted
to invite herself for tea.

      Mrs. Williams was reluctant to get around to her
mission.  Eventually she said that, "I was very
impressed with your bold confession at last night's
meeting about your sexual desires.  I personally would
never have the nerve to come out so boldly!"

      Vicki understood right away why the goodly
woman had invited herself for tea.  So with the
woman placing her hand on her bare arm she smiled at
the pleasingly plump woman.  All pretense of
pleasantries vanished as the woman leaned forward
and kissed Vicki on the mouth.  They moved their
conversation to the couch and were soon unclothed
and sucking tits and pussies.

      Vicki had a good idea why Mrs. Blackburn had
invited herself for a visit by the time Mrs. Williams
had to get dressed to return home before her
husband would get home from work.

      Vicki came to my trailer and told me all about
what had transpired that afternoon, and how Mrs.
Blackburn had made a date for tomorrow.  She
conspired to have me behind her bedroom door when
she came to visit.

      The next day I was at Vicki's trailer long before
Mrs. Blackburn arrived, and just as Vicki had
surmised Mrs. Blackburn no more than got passed the
pleasantries than she carried on about how brave she
thought Vicki was for confessing her desires for
other women.  Mrs. Blackburn expressed her desire
to share with her how she felt about sex between
women.

      Vicki said, "If you really want to explore your
sexuality, I suggest you meet my teacher."

      Mrs. Blackburn was stunned by her statement.
She sat there for a moment at a loss for words.
Vicki said, "Sit still!"  As she stood up and went to her
bedroom door and opened it.

      I had deliberately chosen to wear a simple house
dress with large buttons down the front without
underwear.  I normally didn't like to go without a
brassiere because my breasts sag so damned much.
As I followed Vicki back to the front of the trailer I
saw the surprised look on Mrs. Blackburn's face.  I
sat on one side of her, while Vicki sat on the other
side of her.  Vicki kissed her on the cheek, while I
brushed back her hair and kissed her on the neck.
Mrs. Blackburn surrendered to our assault.

      We undressed her and ourselves as we started
sucking on her breasts.  When we were all naked I lay
on my back so that Mrs. Blackburn could sit on my
face and Vicki straddled my body to present her cunt
to Mrs. Blackburn's mouth.  By the time Mrs.
Blackburn had to go home before her husband would
get home, she had been thoroughly sucked and she
had sucked tits, pussies and asshole too.

      While I was enjoying sex with Vicki and my Bible
study group, I had also become aware of the
activities of one of the young teenagers in the park.

      I spent my days sitting on my porch knitting and
watching the children playing between the trailers.
Of course I had an eye for the young girls.

      There was one little blonde that was more
precocious than the other girls.  I witnessed the girl
getting some of her playmates hidden between
trailers, where she would kiss them, and pull down
their panties so that she could finger fuck them.
Witnessing her actions through my window I was
inspired to think about seducing at least her.  It
turned out to be easier than I thought.

      That sexy blonde was named Marcie.  I knew that
she was all of 13-years-old, and physically developed
beyond her years.  She has very pronounced breasts.
One day I was sitting on my porch knitting an afghan
for a friend.  Marcie showed an interest in what I
was doing, so I offered to teach her.  I gave her a
couple of knitting needles and a ball of knitting yarn
to get her started.  I taught her how to knit a few
stiches, and cautioned her to keep her stitches the
same size.  It took her a little while to get the knack
of controlling the size of her stitches.  It didn't take
long and she was starting to express pride in her
accomplishment, and wanted to make something.

      The next time her mother was in the washing
room with me she expressed her appreciation of me
teaching her how to knit.  She even offered to pay
for the instructional booklets, yarn and needles.

     Marcie was spending a lot of time with me.  When
the sun made the patio uncomfortably warm we would
retreat into my air-conditioned trailer.  While we
casually talked about any number of things, I asked
her if she liked touching the younger girls in the park.

      She was terrified I would tell her mother, and it
showed on her face.  After letting her sweat briefly
I assured her that it was perfectly natural, all girls
learn about sex from friends.  When she calmed
down, I asked her what she liked to do the most.

      She told me how much she enjoyed having her
young friends touching her breasts and "down there."

     I asked Marcie if she wanted to show me what she
liked the most.

      She gave me a devilish grin, and proceeded to pull
the faded blue T-shirt up to expose her firm little
breasts.  Her old stonewashed T-shirt had a
silkscreened print of 'Hello Kitty' on the front.  Her
breasts had those swollen puff areolas that
protruded on top of her tits.  She was wearing tight
fitting little khaki colored shorts that were so tight
that the front seam was wedged between her young
slit of her vulva giving her that sexy camel toe look.
She was also wearing cheap dirty white canvas tennis
shoes with the heels broken down so she could just
slip her feet out of them like 'Crocks.'  She slipped
out of her shoes at the same time she unbuttoned
the top of her shorts and unzipped the short little
zipper.  As she pulled the flap apart she exposed her
little white hip hugger panties.  I felt my pussy tingle
when she pulled down her panties to expose the
blonde patch of pubic hair.  My mouth was salivating
at the prospect of tasting her sweet little cunt.

      I couldn't resist placing my hands on her
flawlessly smooth skin.  When I touched her nipples
it caused her to respond with little whimpering
moans.  When I stroked her swollen vulva she sucked
in air, and I felt a trickle of slimy moisture making my
finger slide smoothly over the skin.  Her moans of
passion became more desperate, and she grabbed my
wrist and forced me to jab my finger deep into her
vagina.

      I brought her right to the edge of an orgasm
before I withdrew my finger and smelled it.  Marcie
begged me to continue playing with her pussy, until I
took pity on her and bent down and blew my breath on
her vulva.  She almost cried when I rubbed my nose
around her vulva.  I stuck out my tongue and licked
her crack from asshole to clit.  When my tongue
touched her clit she grabbed my braids and humped
my face.  She had a strong orgasm that caused her to
convulse.  When it was over she was completely
relaxed.  I didn't have to encourage her to play with
my body she did that on her own.

      Marcie wanted to kiss me on the mouth while she
started feeling my breasts.  I even helped her
remove my dress and slip.  When I unhooked the back
of my brassiere she helped me pull it off of my arms
to expose my old sagging breasts.  She lifted them up
and played with both of them, before burying her
face between them and smelling my flesh.  She
sucked on my nipples so hard that I had to caution
her about sucking so hard.  I'm guessing my tits were
the first adult tits she had ever played with.

      Marcie eventually thought about my pussy.  She
started rubbing the front of my rayon panties until
they were moist from my own juices.  She slipped a
hand down the front of my panties to play with my
hairy pussy.  I helped by bridging my butt up and
pulling down my panties until I could use my legs to
kick them across the trailer.  Marcie was so
fascinated with being able to play with her first adult
woman's pussy she slipped to the floor in front of me,
and parted my labia minor so that she could study
what it looked like.

      Feeling her warm breath on my open vagina was
driving me crazy, so I placed a hand on the back of
her head and pulled her face tightly against my pussy.
It must have startled her at first, but she quickly
recovered and went to work licking my cunt.  What
she lacked in skill she made up for in effort.  I
quickly had an orgasm.  After we cleaned up we kissed
before she went home.

      Marcie taught her young friends how to eat pussy
after that, and even brought them around for
knitting lessons and instructions in oral sex.

      One morning after all the men folk and children
were off to work and school I gathered up my wash
and took my laundry basket to the communal laundry
room.  When I got there Marcie's mother was just
putting her last load in one of the machines.  we
greeted each other, and I used two machines to wash
my small loads of delicate items and the second
machine was used to wash the remainder.  While her
last load was washing and the dryer was working on
the earlier wash she was standing at the table folding
her laundry.  I prepared to sit in a steel chair and
read a paperback novel.

      Marcie's mother told me how much she
appreciated me teaching her daughter how to knit
and taking her in.

      I thanked her.

      She continued.  "Marcie is such a horny little she
is always getting into the panties of every girl she
gets her hands on.  The fact that she spends so much
time at your trailer tells me that you didn't rebuff
her advances!"

      I was too stunned to respond.

      "Why don't you stop by my trailer for coffee, and
we discuss how Marcie seduced you!"

      When our washing was dry we folded our laundry
and put them in our baskets.  I followed her in dumb
silence.  She opened her door for me and she simply
rested her laundry basket by the door, and I sat mine
on top of hers.  She directed me to have a seat on
her sofa while she brought a couple of coffee mugs
and sat them on a coffee table in front of me along
with sugar and artificial creamer.  There was an
electric coffee machine on the counter.  A short time
later the coffee was ready.  She brought the
Plexiglas pot over and filled our mugs.  She sat the
pot on a pot holder and we added sugar and cream to
out taste.

      I was nervous because I wasn't sure what
Marcie's mother had in mind.

      She casually told me, "Please, my mane is Debbie!
I'm not upset with you having sex with my daughter
at all.  I'm pleased to have an adult I can talk to, that
shared my interest in young pussy!"

      I wasn't sure what to say, but before I could say
anything Debbie placed her hand on the back of my
neck and pulled me towards her, and kissed me on the
mouth with enough passion to turn me on.  While we
were kissing she placed her hand on my right tit.

      I had been prepared to simply slip in a wash my
laundry, so I was wearing a simple house dress
buttoned down the front without a brassiere on.  My
baggy tits were soft as putty under her strong hand.
She unbuttoned my dress while continuing to kiss me.
She opened the top of my dress and admired my tits
before bending over to suck on my tits and nipples.

      She eventually pulled me to my feet and lad me to
the bedroom.  We undressed each other, and fell
onto the bed.  We sucked tits and pussies several
times.

      While we were resting I studied the interior of
her trailer.  I downed on me that there was only one
bedroom.  It became obvious that Marcie probably
slept with her mother.

      I lost track of time, and was shocked when the
trailer door opened.  Marcie came into the bedroom
and found Debbie and me lying naked on the bed.

      Rather than being upset, Marcie stripped off her
school clothes and jumped onto the bed and wedged
herself between our naked bodies, and took hold of
our tits.  It was a new thrill for me to eat the pussy
of a woman while her daughter was eating my pussy.

      That was the beginning of several years of joyous
sex.


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