Trailer Park Slut Pt. 02

All characters are fictional, and are of age. If subjects like lesbian sex, abusive parents or teen pregnancy bother you then this story is not for you. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it, and let me know if you'd like a part three!
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When Irma opened the door, the night torrential and frigid, she wasn't expecting it to be Tiffany on her doorstep. The soaked teen was shivering, her thin clothing clinging to her as rain pelted down incessantly.
"Tiffany!? Jesus, what are you doing here!? Get inside, come on."
Irma put her hands on the girl's shoulders, steering her in through the doorway. Up closer Tiffany's teeth were chattering audibly, and her skin was void of warmth. Irma flashed back to the last time she had seen the girl, who was in a similar situation then, and she shook her head worriedly. The teen's only luggage was a small backpack that was as drenched as she was, and the older woman didn't want to know how much it must have cost to get a cab all the way from the trailer park.
She got Tiffany seated in front of the living room heater, swaddling the girl in a layer of blankets and giving her hair a quick towel-dry. Then she sat about drying her body, Irma's tone leaving no room for argument when she told Tiffany to strip.
"But, Mrs. Pierce, I..."
Irma shook her head, not willing to compromise Tiffany's safety for modesty.
"No buts! It's nothing I haven't seen before, and you need to be thoroughly dried."
Tiffany hung her head, knowing that Mrs. Pierce would soon see why she was hesitant to undress.
"Yes, ma'am."
The petite teen began removing her clothes, her back to Irma as she peeled off the soaked clothing. When she was nude Irma approached her, a white, fuzzy towel swiftly gently drying off the girl's shoulders and back. For months Irma had thought about nothing besides getting her hands back on Tiffany, but she held her composure and kept her touch strictly business. When she had finished drying the teen's backside she took a step back, giving a simple command.
"Turn."
Tiffany obeyed, and Irma immediately saw what was going on. The girl had gotten knocked up, her flat little tummy beginning to round as her pregnancy progressed. She couldn't be more than four months, which meant it was just about the last time they had seen each other.
"It was that night, wasn't it? That dipshit Fitzpatrick?"
The teen merely nodded, knowing exactly which night Irma was referring to. A faint blush colored her cheeks at the memory of Irma fucking her, her pussy tingling with arousal at the recollection. This time when Irma stepped forward, the towel starting at the girl's shoulders, there was no pretending that there wasn't attraction. Her eyes bore into Tiffany's, and as Irma dried her way down the teen's body she lingered for far longer than necessary at Tiffany's breasts.
She hadn't even known what she was doing until Tiffany's eyes fluttered shut, a small moan escaping unbidden. The teen was putty beneath the older woman's hands, and Irma couldn't hold back. She stepped closer, heated gaze sliding up to Tiffany's plump, pouty lips, and she kissed the girl. The teen made no protest, mouth opening to allow the mature lesbian's tongue entry. Irma kissed her intently, only stopping when she had to catch her breath.
"Warm me good, Mrs. Pierce?"
Tiffany's question was quiet, but its meaning was implicit. The two women had only thought of each other, and there was no point in trying to pretend that their desire wasn't about to bubble over. Irma took Tiffany's hand, guiding the girl deeper into the small house until they reached the master bedroom. Without preamble she lay the teen on her bed, the girl instantly spreading her legs in a clear invitation. Irma climbed on top of her, pajamas still on, and she carefully hovered above the pregnant teen.
"Oh, baby girl...you're so fucking escort gaziantep bayan numaraları beautiful it hurts. This is all I've thought about for months, but I didn't think I'd see you again."
A coy little smile lit up Tiffany's face, the girl just as happy to be back.
"Well, I'm here now. Show me how much you've missed me, Mrs. Pierce."
Irma accepted the invitation, peppering the girl's chilled skin with dozens of tiny kisses. She teased her way down the length of the teen's body, and by the time she reached her goal she was practically drooling. Tiffany's pink, wet cunt was waiting eagerly for her, the girl's tight little snatch just begging for attention. Irma happily obliged, her tongue and fingers quickly turning Tiffany's pussy into a gushing mess.
"Yes! Oh God, yes! This is all I've dreamed about..."
Tiffany was practically sobbing, her pregnant body making her libido spike like crazy over the last few weeks. She had been craving sex, had wanted to be fucked so badly, but she had only wanted Irma. Her hang-up on the older woman was palpable, and when she would masturbate at night Irma was all she thought about. She hadn't seen any of her usual clients, even when money was scarce, and she was so grateful that her deepest wish was coming true.
The older woman lifted her head for just a moment, her smile beaming up at the teen.
"Me too, sweetheart."
She immediately dove back in, tongue and fingers providing Tiffany with three swift, intense orgasms in a row. When she finally had to beg Irma to give her a break the woman aquised, crawling up the bed so she could spoon Tiffany in her arms.
"There, baby girl. Feel better?"
Tiffany nodded sleepily, exhaustion taking over. She had walked nearly fifteen miles to get to Irma, battling the cold and rain all the way, and it felt wonderful to be held so close to a warm, comforting body. Within moments she was asleep, her sexual urges satisfied. Irma soon followed suit, the late hour catching up to her, but not before she reached between her thighs and got herself off. She was so slick with arousal that it didn't take long for her to come, the older woman biting back a scream as she came all over her fingers.
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The next morning dawned just as stormy, the sky not much brighter than night. Thankfully it was Saturday, Irma not having to go to work until Monday, so she indulged herself by waking Tiffany with slow, sweet kisses along the girl's shoulder and neck. The teen let out a sweet little moan as she woke, her eyes fluttering open.
"Morning, darling. Sleep well?"
Tiffany nodded through a yawn, turning towards Irma and tucking her head beneath the older woman's chin.
"Yeah, thanks to you. That was the best sleep I've had in weeks."
Irma gently stroked Tiffany's hair, the soothing gesture feeling wonderful to the girl.
"Let me guess, your mother didn't take kindly to finding out about the baby?"
Tiffany shook her head, taking a steadying breath.
"No. She told me to get rid of it, to throw myself down some stairs, but...I, I couldn't. Then she tried to push me over the porch railing, and that's when I came here..."
A pang of rage raced through Irma's chest upon hearing Mrs. Henderson's reaction, and in that moment she knew what she wanted. It would take some adjustment, but she thought the scenario playing out in her mind could work well. She gently squeezed Tiffany to her, as if that could squeeze away all of the bad things the girl had been through, and she tucked the blanket about the teen's shoulders.
"Listen, sweetheart: If you want you can stay here, stay with me, and we'll find you a part-time job. There's plenty of opportunities here in the city, so no Rocco's for you. If you do that you can save up some money, and I'll make escort bayan gaziantep reklamları sure there's always food and the bills are paid. Sound good? I've even got an extra room you can have all to yourself."
Tiffany's eyes grew wide, the girl craning her neck back to get a good look at the older woman.
"Oh, Mrs. Pierce, do you mean it!? I could really stay here, with you? That, that would be amazing."
Tears leaked from the girl's eyes, Irma reaching up to wipe them away.
"I mean it, baby girl. And, well, you're not obligated to do anything for me. This isn't about sex, okay? I just want you to be safe and happy."
The teen shook her head, taking Irma's hand and guiding it down to her wet little snatch.
"But Mrs. Pierce, it is all about sex. If you hadn't paid to fuck me that night, hadn't shown me how good being with someone could actually feel, I wouldn't have seen just how sweet you are. I wouldn't have your address, and I wouldn't be here right now. My body is all I have to offer, and if I'm going to stay here I'm yours. You can do anything you want to me, Mrs. Pierce."
The girl's words lit a raw, animalistic fire deep in Irma, her fingers seeking entry to the teen's soaked cunt. She began to gently scissor Tiffany's vaginal walls, stretching her pussy.
"This is all mine? No more random men get to fuck you?"
Tiffany shook her head, her breath hitching as her pussy clenched.
"It's all yours, Mrs. Pierce! Unnnnggggh."
Desire blazed in Irma, her naughty tongue speaking its own mind.
"You want to be my personal little slut? My own little fucktoy that I come home to each day and bang until she can't think straight?"
The teen nodded vigorously, her eyes squeezing shut as the questing fingers wriggled deeper.
"Yes ma'am! Ooooh, fuck! I'm, I'm your little slut."
Irma gently nipped Tiffany's earlobe, whispering hotly into the writhing teen's ear.
"I want you to prove it to me. Show me you're mine now, and no one else's."
A hard, fast orgasm crashed over Tiffany, the girl mewling as she came. Her hips bucked, her cunt gushing around the mature lesbian's talented fingers. When she could speak Tiffany pushed herself away from Irma, crawling into the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. She spread her legs, her wet, pink pussy glistening invitingly.
"I want you to take my ass, the only hole I've never had a cock in."
The proclamation floored Irma, who had figured Tiffany had been thoroughly used by her clients.
"You want me to take your anal virginity?"
It was a rhetorical question, but Tiffany still nodded.
"Yes! Fuck my little ass, Mrs. Pierce! I want you to be the only one who's ever done that to me."
Tiffany swayed her hips, her body language enticing as she offered herself. She couldn't see Irma, couldn't see the desire or astonishment on the woman's face, but she could feel the bed jiggle as Irma went to get her strapon. She returned a few minutes later, strapon attached and a bottle of lotion in hand. Fortunately this one was much smaller than the one she had used last time, easing some of Tiffany's concern. She squirted a copious amount onto her palm and fingers, coating both the length of the strapon and the teen's tiny opening until they were slick with lubricant.
The sensation of fingers near her asshole was strange, but Tiffany took the attention well. A moment later Irma's cock was at the tight entrance, the mature woman applying pressure slowly, but without hesitation. For a split second Tiffany was worried it wouldn't fit, but the girl took a deep breath and gently rocked back against Irma, the head of the silicone cock slipping into her asshole. She gasped, body tingling as pain and pleasure warred. Irma pressed onward, managing to slide another inch of her cock into the tight passageway.
Her gaziantep escort kız telefonları pace was frustratingly slow, but Tiffany knew that Irma didn't want to hurt her, and that knowledge put her at ease. She cooed as the older lesbian ran her hands along the teen's bare back, gently stroking Tiffany's shoulders and occasionally slipping down to rub the girl's clit while continuing to press forward with her hips. Tiffany replied by pushing in kind; a whimper or two escaped her pretty lips as the cock reached a place in her ass that she had never known could feel so good.
Ten minutes later the teen could feel that Irma's cock was fully inserted into her ass. The older woman's hips were pressed flush against her ass cheeks, her legs against the girl's trembling thighs.
"Oh, shit! Baby girl, your ass is so fucking tight! Your pussy is still my favorite, but this is incredible."
Tiffany never felt so sexy.
Then Irma began to stroke deeply in and out, all the while whispering calming sentiments into the teen's ear. Soon enough Tiffany was bouncing back and forth, suppressing moans as her insistent, needy pleasure continued to build. Irma began to pick up the pace, her movements a flurry of mounting intensity before her end of the strapon caused a fast, sharp orgasm to rip through her.
Irma's head tossed back, her hands gripping Tiffany's hips as close to her as they could get. She was grinding her pussy against the length of strapon buried in her, the motion doing the same to the teen's stretched little asshole. Tiffany reached between her legs, frantically seeking out her clit and giving the nub a harsh pinch. She rolled it between her lithe fingers, giving the bundle of nerves a series of quick tugs. She came, lips parting as she screamed her pleasure.
"Mrs. Pierce!"
The sound was angelic, Irma ready to cum again just from hearing her young lover cry out so wantonly. Once they had calmed down she withdrew the strapon, bringing it to the bathroom to clean it up. When she returned to Tiffany the girl was on her back, legs up to her chest and two fingers deep in her soaked little snatch. Irma stood in the doorway, enjoying the show with a bemused smile.
"Do you ever not want to be fucked?"
Tiffany giggled, a cute gasp following as her knuckle bumped against her clit.
"N-no, I love sex."
Irma climbed on the bed, kneeling in front of the horny teen to get a bird's-eye view of the proceedings. The girl's pussy eagerly swallowed her fingers, the pink hole begging for something bigger to fill it. Irma ran a finger up Tiffany's drenched slit, causing a shiver to race up the girl's spine.
"Do you need more?"
The only reply she got was a needy whimper, and she didn't hesitate. Her empty harness soon had her monster strapon attached, the tip lewdly jutting towards Tiffany as if it knew where it was bound. Irma was on top of the girl in a heartbeat, the head of the fake cock nudging the teen's tiny pussy.
"Let me in, baby girl. Spread yourself for me."
Tiffany did as instructed, pulling her labia back to reveal the depths of her little fuck-hole. This time the strapon slid in easier, their earlier fingering having prepared the girl at least somewhat for the invasion.
"Oooh! Mrs. Pierce, I forgot how big it is..."
Irma silenced the girl with a kiss, hips dipping forward to bury another inch of cock into the teen cunt.
"You won't forget again, little slut. I'm going to fuck you every day until my cock is all you can think about."
Irma gave a big push, Tiffany's cunt forced to take several more inches in one go. The girl wailed, her fingernails digging into Irma's shoulder as she grabbed the mature woman for support. It was fully buried in her, the teen's pussy stretched obscenely around the girthy shaft, and she couldn't stop the series of moans that tore from her throat as Irma began pounding her in earnest. The pace was just what Tiffany wanted, neither frustratingly slow nor too punishing, and she thanked her lucky stars that she had found the perfect lover.
An hour later the two satisfied women lay in bed, limbs intertwined as they talked. Irma wanted to get to know Tiffany better, to find out what the girl enjoyed outside of sex, and the rest of the day was spent in a calm, blissful haze of cuddles, hearty meals and chatting.
Life was going to be good.