Page 4 of Another Trailer Park Virgin

“Fine. I’ll lick you, and then we’ll be even. Okay?” I nod quickly. “But that’s all we’re gonna do. Nothing else.”

“What if we keep it a secret?” I offer, and he shakes his head.

“No. It’s this or nothing. You want your licks or not?”

Before he can finish the question, I’m sitting up and crawling toward him.

CHAPTERTHREE

CLAY

The factory closed early today so we all got sent home. Rick and Ty about ran out of there to get home to Gracie, and I can’t help but think something might be going on with them. That’s their little girl, so maybe they’re just excited to get home, but I see the way they look at her.

What can I say? I was thinking about April all day and the way she let me look at her. She opened her legs and showed me what I’ve been jacking off too for far longer than is right. Then I come home and find her in my bed with her legs spread once again, only this time she’s rubbing her pussy and saying my name.

“I can see how horny you are from here.” I kneel down on the floor as she climbs off of it and stands up. She walks toward me, and this way I’m eye level with her pussy. “You been walking around school all day like this?”

“Maybe.” She steps apart, and I can see her wet pussy lips in front of me.

“It’s not right. I’m doing this and then I want you out of my room. Don’t come in here asking me to do it again.”

I look up at her, and she’s got on her cheerleading top but nothing else. She reaches out and touches my hair as I lean forward and run my tongue between her lips. Her moan is loud as she pushes her hips forward and I lick her again. She tastes like bubblegum. I slide my tongue over her clit, and the little nub is hard.

“Is it okay?” she asks softly as she pushes it closer to my mouth.

“You taste good, Sissy,” I say before I can help myself. I’m supposed to be mad at her but somehow eating her pussy makes me feel so fucking good. “Real good.”

“I like it when you love on me.” She’s got both hands in my hair now, and she’s rocking her hips against my mouth. “When you make me feel special.”

I suck on her clit, and she cries out a little as her fingers tighten in my hair. The smell of her and having her taste on me is too much, and I reach into my pants again. I start rubbing my cock again as she lets me eat her, and her little moans and whines have me panting.

It’s been a long fucking day, so I don’t hold back as I cum all over my hands. Once I’ve pumped the last of it out, I rub it on her leg. I’m not sure why, but I like seeing it on her. She must like it too because she cums just as fast as she pushes her cunt against my mouth. I try to take it away, but she doesn’t let me.

“One more, Bubba. One more, pretty please.”

She’s using the name she used to call me when she was little, and I can’t tell her no. I suck on her pussy and push my fingers into her until she cums once more. This time, her legs give out, and she falls in my lap. When she does, I feel the heat of her pussy rub my cock, and we both still with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, but neither of us moves a muscle.

I can feel her wet cunt that’s soft from all the orgasms right at the tip of my bare cock. “We can’t,” I say as I swallow hard. “It’s not right.”

“But what if it feels good?” She’s the one to move first, and the head of my cock rubs over her clit.

We both hold our breath as she does it again, and I shake my head. “There’s cum all over me.”

Her breath is shaky as she slides the cum-covered tip to her entrance. “Can I feel it? Just this once?”

“You’ve still got your cherry. It’ll hurt.” I should pull her off my lap right now before this goes too far, but as she teases me and keeps rubbing the tip, I don’t move.

“But you’re my Bubba. You’ll be gentle.” She presses down on the head, and I can feel her virgin pussy trying to stop me.

“Don’t, Sissy,” I say and grab her hips.

“I don’t want anyone to have my cherry but you.” She touches my bottom lips with her finger and then cups my face. “I love you, Bubba. Don’t you love me?”

My chest aches and my cock swells. “You know I do.”

“You don’t say it.” She pouts, and I hate when she does that.

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