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Trailer Trash
(Shooter3704)

    That night we fucked like we had every night, but after the fucking we made love. Sweet and tender love until I drifted off to dreamland.

      It was after midnight when I dozed off, but something woke me up and saw Mia looking down at me. I smiled but stifled it when I saw in the dim light that she wasn't smiling.

      "What's wrong, Mia?" I asked her.

      "You have been completely upfront with me," she said tearfully. "You have put me in a position of great trust, but I haven't been very honest with you. I have some things to tell and you should listen."

      This was the astounding story she told me.

***

      Everything I told you is the truth. I just left out a lot of things. Jorge and I did meet in high school and we did get married very young. I loved being married and I loved being Mrs. Espinoza. I loved working hard to put Jorge through school. All that was the truth. 

      What I left out was that Jorge and I were what some people call swingers. We both had a super libido. We had an appetite for sex that some would think bizarre. I suppose it was.

      Early on, I discovered that Jorge was a super stud. He could screw for long periods without needing to stop and rest.

      Long before we got married, he introduced me to oral and anal sex. Both of which I loved. I discovered I could make myself come just from sucking his dick.  Anal sex took some getting used to, but when I did, I loved it almost as much as regular sex. 

      Jorge brought others into our sexual relationship. The first time was with his older brother Carlo.  That took place at the tiny apartment Carlo rented.

      We had just announced our engagement to our families and we were celebrating that fact.  Carlo worked nights at a manufacturing plant so he wasn't there when we told the rest of Jorge's family. We were waiting for Carlo when he got off from work.

      "I'm so happy for you," Carlo said when we told him the news. We should celebrate with some booze." He laughed when I told him it was nine o'clock in the morning. He said his days and night were turned around and it was his getting off work time. He broke out a bottle of tequila and we drank some. Actually we drank a lot.

      "You are one lucky man," Carlo said to Jorge after we all were high. "Mia is the hottest girl in the world."

      "You think so?" Jorge said. "You should see her naked."

      I'm not sure if it was Jorge or Carlo who suggested I get naked and show Carol. It may have been me for all I know. Next thing I knew I was naked and parading around showing off for Carlo.

      "Man, those are sure pretty tits," Carlo said.  "I sure would like to bite them and get a taste."

      "Go ahead, brother," Jorge said with a laugh. "Mia has two so we each get one."

      It was the first time I had experienced two sets of lips and teeth on my nipples and that sent me flying even higher than the tequila. 

      "I want to eat her pussy," Carlo declared after a few minutes of playing with my breasts.

      "Go for it, bro," Jorge said. "I'll work this end and you work that end."

      With Jorge's mouth on mine and Carlo's mouth on my pussy they sent me right over the edge and I had the biggest climax I ever had up to that time.  It was so great, I actually passed out for a few moments. But that was just the beginning. Carlo and Jorge fucked me for over three hours. 

      After Jorge told Carlo that I loved anal sex, nothing would do until they double penetrated me. Jorge was a little larger than Carlo was so Carlo got my butt.  Taking two strong handsome men at the same time was the wildest thing I had ever done and it was great. 

      That was the first time with Carlo, but it certainly wasn't the only time. Even after Jorge and I were married, Carlo was a frequent visitor.  Even when Jorge was in school, Carlo would come by for what he called his pussy call. For a while, it seemed as if I were married to two men.

      One day Carlo announced he had joined the Army. It nearly broke my heart when we watched that big bus pull away with him onboard.  The trouble was I was used to having more sex than just with Jorge. As good and as virile as he was, he couldn't  give me what I wanted.

      Jorge rose to the occasion and that started a long line of men coming to fuck me. All the time Jorge was going to school his classmates got some of little Mia's pussy. To entice them Jorge carried a couple of nude photos of me. It sounds like I'm bragging, but after they got a look at the pictures they all came.

      I made it my business that none of them would leave disappointed or unsatisfied. I did things I never dreamed I would do. Being Jorge's slut was important to me.

      During that time I was working as a cashier at a grocery store and working nights part time at a restaurant as a hostess. Most of the time I was tired, but I never let that interfere with our sex games.

      It was Jorge's last year in college when things got really weird. One afternoon one of Jorge's friends came to visit. His name was Sam and Sam brought a friend of his with him. Jorge was studying late that day and wasn't home.

      "Hi Mia," Sam said when I opened the door. "This is my friend Chuck." I had just gotten in from the grocery store and my feet were killing me. I didn't have to work that night and I was looking forward to a long hot bath and relaxing with my student husband. Of course, I knew what Sam came for. Sam had been in my bed several times and he was a pretty good fuck. I almost told Sam and his friend to go away, but I didn't.  I opened the door and let Sam and Chuck come in.

      I should mention that Chuck was a large black man and a football player. I asked them if they wanted a beer and they did. I got the beer and we all sat in the tiny living room.

      "I was telling Chuck about you and he demanded to meet you," Sam said.  I asked Sam what he had told Chuck. "I told him you were the prettiest woman in town," Sam said.

      "He said you were the best fuck in town," Chuck said. "I didn't exactly believe him so I came to see for myself."

      Chuck was big and crude and I was beginning to get apprehensive. I told them that Jorge would be home in a few minutes.

      "No, he'll be in the library for hours," Sam said with a grin. "I just saw him a little while ago.  I got up to go get them more beer, but when I did Sam pulled me down onto his lap and stated kissing me.  I tried to get loose, but he held on and got his hand on my breast. 

      Chuck got up and helped Sam undress me. Actually, they ripped my blouse and bra off. It didn't take the stronger guys long to get me completely naked. 

      I'm not going to lie about it. I stopped resisting pretty quickly. I knew they came for pussy and that was all right with me. I wanted what they had as much as they wanted me.

      While Chuck watched, Sam fucked me on the living room floor.

      "Don't unload in her cunt," Chuck told Sam. "I may want to eat her snatch."

      Sam was hunching hard and getting faster. Suddenly he pulled his dick out of me and squirted his cum on my stomach with a loud groan.

      "You need to be somewhere else," Chuck said.  "Chuck wants to be alone with this cunt. Put some loud music on before you haul ass, too. Fuckin' neighbors don't need to be hearing her squall."

      Sam turned the stereo on. It was some loud thumping music. He looked at me without expression and left, closing the door behind him. I called for him to come back. I did not want to be alone with that big black man.

      "Don't need him," Chuck said. "Get your white ass up, cunt." I got to my feet and used some Kleenex to wipe Sam's cum from my belly.

      "You heard 'bout me?" Chuck asked walking toward me. "They tell you I'm a mean fuck?" I shook my head. I didn't even know he was in the world until he showed up at my door with Sam. My mouth was too dry to attempt speech right then. "I see you got big fat white titties. I like big white titties." He grasped both my breasts and squeezed them hard. "You like your tits played with, bitch?" I nodded. He took a step toward me, grabbed both nipples and jerked me to him. I yelped with surprise and pain. He bent me back and put his mouth over mine. I could feel his tongue searching inside my mouth. He may have been crude, but he knew how to kiss. I felt most of the fear draining out of me replaced by a raging desire. A desire that Sam had kindled.

      "Get on your knees and take Chuck's pants off," he ordered after he released me. I knelt, unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down. I was expecting to see a large cock, but nothing could have ever prepared me for what I saw. I pushed back when it sprang out at me. It was bigger than any cock I had ever seen, even on the porno tapes I had watched. I did not doubt that it was a foot long. Chuck's cock was too long to stick out, but it hung nearly to his knees. It twitched and jumped as if it had life of its own. The head of his cock was half again as large as the shaft. It flared out like a mushroom. I noticed a drop of moisture on the very tip. Without giving it any thought, I leaned back toward him. I reached and lifted the black hose, and licked the moisture from it.

      Once when I was in school I touched a charged ball at the science fair that was designed to make your hair stand on end. Touching Chuck's giant cock had the same effect. It was as if I were being charged with electricity. I stroked it a couple of times and felt it jerk. I used two hands and jacked him a few times looking up to see his face. He was staring down at me without any expression except maybe a slight smile. The smile could have been my imagination.

      "Is your pussy ready for Chuck's twelve inch cock?" he asked in his soft smooth voice. I didn't answer because I wasn't at all sure I could accommodate such a large cock. I wasn't sure any woman could. He apparently didn't expect an answer. He lifted me up and carried me to the dining table. He put me down and pulled my butt to the edge of the table.  He pushed my legs up and back, opening me up to completely exposed my pussy. He put his head to my crotch and begun to eat me with gusto. Not only could he kiss, he could eat pussy with the best of them. I tried to consider this. Was he a sadist? Did a sadists eat pussy?  But I was lost in the thrill of being consumed and couldn't get my thoughts together. 

      Chuck orally brought me to two big orgasms. I was thrashing and rolling my head on the table top.  Suddenly he stopped eating and stood up. He put the head of his massive organ to my pussy lips.  I opened my eyes and saw that he was grinning as he pushed his cock against my opening. I opened my legs even farther to ease the pressure and suddenly he lunged forward and I heard myself scream as the balloon-like cock head entered me. I tried to sit up, but he held me down and continued to push into me. I screamed again and again for him to stop, but he didn't. Not until his cock touched my cervix. Then he withdrew most of it and pushed back into me. I was so full of cock I couldn't get a good breath of air. I know, of course that it wasn't because of that I couldn't breathe. It was a combination of several things, fear and pain among them.

      I was trying to speak, but all I could do was make unintelligent sounds. Soon the pain diminished and I felt something else. It was a rising feeling of passion. Chuck was methodically stroking in and out of me. Some strokes were short and some were longer. For the first ten minutes, he didn't vary the speed, just the length of the stroke. I came and I didn't even know it was coming.  It didn't build like normally. It just hit me. I came again a moment later and from there every other stroke he made, I had an orgasm. When he rammed his cock through my cervix, I passed out for a moment. No man or nothing had ever been that deep in me.

      I don't remember how long he fucked me that way. Maybe twenty minutes. Maybe longer. I do remember the intensity of the orgasms. They were big and powerful. They shook me to my very core. I was no stranger to climaxes, but I never had any like these.

      With his cock firmly embedded in me, he carried me to the bed and fucked me there for over half an hour. I passed out again at some point, but when I regained consciousness, he was still in me, waiting for my eyes to open. When they opened, he started fucking me again.

      Among all the other sensations, I could feel my throat was sore from yelling and screaming.  I lost all use of my arms and legs. I had no muscle control left in me. I was a rag doll for him to do whatever he wanted to do with me. I was only just barely conscious when he came in me again. I could feel his sperm hit the walls of my womb. I had another orgasm and fainted.

      When I came to, I was alone in the cum soaked bed. My pussy was throbbing from the pounding Chuck had given me.  I managed to get to the bathtub and that was where I was when Jorge came home.

      "Holy mother of God!" Jorge said looking down at me. "What the fuck happened?"

      "Sam came by," I croaked. My throat was still sore from all the screaming.

      "Sam did this to you?" Jorge demanded.

      "No, Sam brought a friend of his. A man by the name of Chuck. Chuck did this," I answered, indicating my bruised and battered breasts. I raised up out of the water enough so that Jorge could see my swollen pussy.

      "Chuck who? I'll kill the son of a bitch!" Jorge was as angry as I had ever seen him. I told him I didn't know Chuck's last name or anything about him. I asked Jorge to please leave me along for a while.

      It took several days for the tingling in my pussy to subside. Even longer for the bruises to go away.  Being young and healthy was one reason I was able to snap back so quickly.

      I didn't see Chuck for a long time after that, but Sam came back for his pussy call several times.  Sam told Jorge that he didn't know Chuck very well and I knew that was a lie, but didn't say anything.

      Jorge got over being angry and things settled back into our old routine. After Jorge got his degree and landed a good job, it was my turn to go to school.

      I didn't find out until later I couldn't conceive, but it was a good thing that we didn't have kids. Jorge had to travel a lot with his job and I was busy getting my education.

      With Jorge traveling a lot I got to entertain some friends my myself. Sam had taken a position with a company in another city, but he came to town several times a month. On one visit I asked Sam what had happened to Chuck.

      I should be honest and say that I thought about the sex with Chuck a lot since it happened.  I found myself comparing every man with Chuck. It was a rough standard for any man to live up to.

      Chuck had boasted of a twelve inch cock and I had no reason to doubt it was a fact.  Many times since he did me, I thought about it. I fantasized  about it. I masturbated thinking about it, but it surprise me when I mentioned him to Sam.

      "Chuck? Oh, he around somewhere," Sam said. "He runs a stable of whores I've heard.  Why do you ask?"

      "I just wondered," I said fainting indifference I didn't feel.

      "Yeah, I bet you do," Sam said with a grin. "He asked me about you several times after that day. Do you want me to tell him how to get in touch with you?"

      "If you want to," I said with a casual shrug. 

      Jorge left for Seattle on Monday. Chuck called me the same day.

      "Hi, babe," Chuck said when I answered the phone. I felt moisture gush to my pussy just hearing his raspy voice. "It's Chuck. How you doin'?"

      "I'm well, Chuck," I said aware that my voice sounded strange.

      "That's great, sugar. I'd like to buy you a drink if you got time. I have a place downtown if you'd like to come by."

      Every instinct, every fiber of my being was screaming not to agree to go. I felt a sense of disappointment when I heard myself asking for the address.

      "Millwood and Sixth street," Chuck said. "My place is called The Jazz Club. Why don't you come on now and we can renew old acquaintance? "

      I told him I would be there in a couple of hours. I hurried and bathed making sure to shave off any stubble from my legs, armpits, and pussy. Jorge wanted me to get the pussy hair removed by electrolysis, but I hadn't at that time. I called for a cab and it took me to the Jazz Club.

      The Jazz Club was a hole. A seedy little strip joint with a classy name. I had to stand still for a while to let my eyes adjust to the din lighting. The only bright spot was a stage where a skinny girl was removing hr clothing to the beat of some loud terrible music.

      I didn't have to find Chuck. He must have been watching for me.

      "Hey, girl, you look as good as I remember," he said coming to get me and lead me to a table. "What do you want to drink?"

      "White wine if you have it," I answered. My heart was beating wildly and my mouth was dry. I asked myself again what the hell I was doing there.

      "That's Sally, up there," Chuck said pointing to the stripper. "She ain't much of a dancer and she's a lousy fuck, but at least she tries. You ever dance?"

      "Not stripping," I answered.

      "Chuck has thought about you a lot," he said. Why do people refer to themselves in the third person? Don't they know it makes them sound stupid?

      "Mia has thought about you, too," I said. If he got the point, he ignored it.

       "Best fuck I ever had," he said. "I mean that, too. You were one of the few to take all Chuck's cock. You want some more, don't you?"

      The fact that I was there in the middle of the afternoon should have been answer enough, but I admitted I did want some more of his big cock. 

      "Okay, finish your wine and we'll go upstairs to my place and get it on," he said. I could see better by that time and I could plainly see the spark of lust in his eyes. I gulped the wine down and he led me up a flight of stairs to a room.

      The second time with Chuck was an almost exact repeat of the first time. The only difference was I asked him to take it easier and he did. Not much, but some.  Another difference was I didn't pass out as much. Only a couple of times.

      Once  when he first penetrated me and again when his cock ripped through my cervix. The rest of the time, I was right there with him, enjoying the fucking. 

      I got home late that night, but I was back at the Jazz club the next night for more of Chuck's cock. That was the night he added something. Namely, he brought in another black man to fuck me.

      Chuck watched as his friend Mack fucked me long and hard. Mack wasn't anywhere as large as Chuck, but he was plenty big enough. When Mack got through with me, Chuck took me in his usual hard style. I didn't get back home that night. I stayed at the Jazz Club.

      The next afternoon Chuck brought several men to fuck me. I think there were eight of them all big and all black. They fucked me one right after another all afternoon and into the night. It was very intense and very good. I loved it.  I got home in the wee hours of the morning.

      You would think I would have had enough sex for a while, but the terrible truth was I hadn't. I spent all Thursday afternoon and most of Thursday night being fucked by a long stream of black men.  I have no idea how many I fucked.

      When I told Chuck, Jorge would be home on Friday he seemed disappointed. He called a cab for me and escorted me to the curb when it arrived. He handed me a thick wad of money.

      "This is your part," he said. "When you get ready for some more black dick or need some cash, give me a call."

      In shock, I held the money in my hand for the whole drive home. I couldn't believe it. Chuck had turned me out to be a whore. He had charged all of the men for the privilege of fucking me.

      For several months, I kept my dirty secret from Jorge. In all honesty I should also say I went back to the Jazz Club every time Jorge was out of town which was at least once a month. It got to the point that I wanted Jorge to leave so I could go be a black man's whore for a few days. 

      Then one day I couldn't keep the secret any longer. I broke down and confessed to Jorge what I was doing. In a fit of rage, Jorge went off in search of Chuck. I suspect Jorge found him and I firmly believe that Chuck was the one who shot Jorge. I couldn't tell the police about the things I was doing so they attributed it to a drug deal gone bad or fighting gangs.

      Besides losing my husband who I loved, I lost the house and everything. I left town shortly after that and I never went back. I never saw Chuck again and I never wanted to.