Trailer Park Porn Star
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"What is this supposed to be?" Mr. Kincaid asked, interrupting my daydreams about baseball practice that afternoon. It hadn't rained in almost a week, so the field should be perfect.
"My project." Sometimes teachers could be so dense.
"Your project," he said stiffly, "was an abstract art piece on an emotion. This is... is... is almost representational."
My drawing was a guy standing on a hill. He was surrounded by a heart, and the heart was surrounded by a sunburst as the guy stared at a girl on another slightly higher hill. It was supposed to represent my undying love for the girl on the other hill. For once, it didn't take a lot of imagination to see a boy and a girl in the picture.
I don't like to draw or paint, and I ain't good at it. And I really don't want to be.
"That's not a bad thing. Art should be representational."
"No, no, no. This is art," he said pointing to a copy of a Jackson Pollock on the wall. "It's bold, it's evocative, it makes you think."
"That is a guy cleaning his paint brushes on a canvas and laughing all the way to the bank. Pollock, Jasper Johns, Roy Lichtenstein, Picasso, they're all playing this huge joke on the world and laughing 'cause we don't get it."
"I'm afraid you don't get it. You're getting an F on your project and an F in my course."
An F. I'd never had an F. Hell, I'd never had a C.
"No wait." I grabbed a fresh sheet of paper. Tami was working on a painting next to me. I grabbed the brush out of her hand and smeared some paint on the paper before handing it back. It was a dark purple. Then I took a jar or red paint and tipped a little onto the paper letting it run down and through the purple smear.
I showed it to Mr. Kincaid. "I call it Portrait of a Failed Artist Who Pretends to Teach and Criticize."
Mr. Kincaid's face went through almost the entire spectrum. First white, then pink, red, and purple. He opened his mouth to speak several times, then shut it again, before stomping out of the classroom.
I looked at Tami. "Do you think I should sign it Tony, or Sims, or do I need a pen name?"
"I think you went too far this time," she said as she put her brush down.
"I think you need to learn to read a calendar," Robbie said from across the room.
"A calendar?"
She pointed at the one behind the teacher's desk. "It's still February. March doesn't start 'till tomorrow."
"Mr. Sims, I am extremely tired of your attitude. Of your disrespect for this school and it's teachers."
My stomach growled. Parker had kept me sitting outside his office for over an hour. It was lunch time, and I was hungry, though I figured it wasn't the best time to mention it. "Don't forget you. I have no respect for you."
Parker went crimson. "You see what I have to put up with," he said, looking at my mom. Parker had gotten smart. He called Mom before he talked to me. She and I were sitting on one side of the large conference table. Parker and Kincaid on the other. Mr. Mulino and Mrs. Jeffries sat on the side, though they said they were just observing.
"Tony!" Mom said warning.
"Just trying to be helpful," I said with a shrug. "Mr. Parker knows I have no respect for him, though I have to show him respect due to his office."
"Stop helping," Mom instructed. I shrugged again. "What seems to be the problem this time?"
"Just Mr. Parker's continued persecution of me," I answered before he could.
"This is not a persecution, it's a prosecution. Persecution is something completely different." He said with an air of superiority.
"Please don't lecture me on my word choice. I know the difference between persecution and prosecution. In fact I'd be happy to match my vocabulary against yours anytime."
"Tony, Mr. Parker is not persecuting you," Mrs. Jeffries said.
"I wonder how the state board of education would see it. I'm one of the top students of this school..."
"According to who?" Parker asked.
"Well, at the end of the first semester, I was number four in my class academically. That probably puts me in the top ten for the school. I'm involved with two extra curricular sports and all the performing shows. I recently participated in the state-wide play competition and just spent two months helping the middle school gymnastics team. By most people's standards, that would make me one of the top students. What's your criteria?"
"That's not important. Nobody's persecuting you."
"How many times have you suspended me? Or attempted to?"
"Are you saying you didn't deserve it?"
"No, I'm just wondering how even-handed punishment is in this school. I know one student who's been caught smoking three times and hasn't been suspended. Of course, he's a favorite of yours."
"That's a lie!" Parker thundered.
Mom sighed. "I still don't know why we're here."
"Your son said some distasteful things about me," Kincaid accused.
"I did?" I asked in my best surprised innocent voice.
"Don't try to deny it. You know what you said. I have witnesses."
I looked at Mom and shrugged.
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“I was told you can’t get naked on the bus anymore,” Mr. John the bus driver told Harley as she was leaving school for the day. “What will you do if I do, Sir?” Harley asked him politely as she struggled to step on the bus with the other students crowding past her. “Pretend not to see it, I guess as long as it’s off school property” Mr. John said as he looked straight ahead and with that Harley, Leonard and Rally took their seats and waited for the bus to leave. Harley kicked off her shoes...
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The best friends, Mike and Alex, walked back to their trailer park from the bus stop together. Nothing unusual there. They lived on the opposite side of the same trailer park and had practically grown up together. The best bud's enjoyed each other's company like brothers. But somehow Alex knew something was up with his best friend. Mike, a very tough mother fucker, had invited Alex to spend the rest of the day with him in their trailer. His parents weren't at home, and Mike could use Alex's...
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I hate life. But I ain't all that thrilled about the alternative. Maybe I should say alternatives. I mean, a beautiful garden where I'm attended by twenty-four virgins doesn't sound too bad. Except they have no souls. Without souls, I'd think they'd get pretty boring after a while. Kind of like all those mind control stories on the net. I figure having sex with a controlled girl would be a lot like masturbation. Then there's Heaven with it's streets paved with gold. I mean, after...
Two nineteen year sluts go on all out fuck and suck binge sexstoriesanderotica.com I am one of the few girls who will ever admit this, but the truth is the truth. And my truth is that from the time I was 18, I was the biggest cum sucking, take it in the ass, pussy licking whore this side of the Susquehanna River. I’m not sure why, or what it was that caused me to have such an insane sexual appetite. I was normal in every way except for the fact that I grew up poor in a rundown trailer...
Cal had only been living in his trailer park since February, but already he had sampled some of the hot teens and milfs who lived in the "manufactured housing" that filled the park. The park, just over the state line in West Virginia, was a large park, with over 300 units, and so there were plenty of girls of all ages constantly coming and going.As spring turned to summer, and the weather got hot, the girls in the park would parade past his double-wide unit on their way to the park swimming...
Teen“Holy smokes, Dan ... how do you get it up for me so soon after plowing Ellie Marshall?” Crystal Davies moaned as she took it balls deep from Dan Logan, the local lothario of all lotharios. “I love to fuck, woman. Hell, you could even say that I live to fuck, because to an extent, that’s true. It’s the greatest pleasure of life ... fucking, that is. I love to fuck, I enjoy pussy, ass, mouth, all of it, and I don’t see a point in denying myself such delights during my unknown number of years...
“Have another drink, Tammy,” said Tony and filled my glass with vodka. My real name is Tommy but guys who know me call me Tammy, which I preferThen he added, “Why don’t you get out of those pants, you look uncomfortable.”The room was spinning a little. I stood up and almost fell over, but I regained my balance. I unfastened my belt, then I pulled down my fly and unfastened my jeans button. I pulled the jeans down and fell back onto the couch. I’d spilled the vodka a bit, but then I chugged the...
When we last left Cal, he had just pleasured one of Mountain View Mobile Home Park's many MILF's, the lovely Kelley, or as he had affectionately renamed her, “my dirty little fuck princess.”She was one of the girls of Mountain View that he had his eye on, the other was another teen that was a friend of Kaylee's and likely in her classes in the local high school. He knew it was a little dangerous to be fucking two high school girls who probably knew each other, but what the fuck? The worst...
Teen"Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate this," I said as the car rolled to a stop. "Just remember this in a few months when you get your license and I ask you to take Traci somewhere." I looked blank. "Traci, Traci who?" I started to open the door. "It's a long walk to Robbie's from here." "Oh, Traci! My beautiful, talented, loving sister. Why didn't you say so?" I grinned as I stepped out of the car. The raindrop hit right in the center of my head. I looked up and a second drop...
After my first time with Merida, about a week went by before she invited me to come to her home. Her dad was gone and her mom was busy screwing around with one of the employees that worked at the Bar & Grill they owned, so Merida didn't expect her parents to be home anytime soon. She had the house all to herself. An excited, hormone filled, sex-addled teen, I made my way to her home. It was a 45 minute drive with long, winding roads that led deep into the countryside. Far from any major...
One year later... At Denny Marshall’s Birthday Bash Buckman Baptist Church “So, aren’t you glad that you lost that bet, babe?” Dan Logan teased Ellie Marshall with his hand on her ass over her maternity clothes. Yes, she was knocked up ... again, and once more, no one had a clue of paternity. It could be Dan’s, Luke’s, Jeff Bob’s, Eric’s, or even Denny’s, her husband’s. Yes, Denny was still the pastor of Buckman Baptist Church in Stagwood, Kentucky, but he was a lot less worried about his...
“Please smack my booty, Mrs. Becky,” Harley was holding her ankles with her feet wide apart at the bus stop. Harley had endured five long days of the program. The chunky Donaldson sisters had reported Harley for being prissy and impolite to them to Frank. They even had video on a cell phone of Harley flipping them a bird and telling them to “Kiss her ever loving booty”. As compensation, Frank had said that every morning she was to hold her butt cheeks apart with her middle fingers like she...
I woke as Mikee wiggled her ass into Big Tony. She moaned in her sleep and pushed. I reached down and opened her legs enough for my cock to slid between next to her slit. She moaned again as I started rubbing my cock between her legs. "That's a nice way to wake up," she said a minute later. "It has its advantages," I whispered in her ear. "You can..." she reached down and tried to guide my cock inside her. "No rubbers," I said, pulling back and letting Big Tony slip from between...
"The most beautiful quarterback in football has conveyed to me many interesting things," I said as I walked up to Tami after the bell for lunch. I was in too good a mood for a Monday. I slipped my hand into her back pocket, then pulled her around and gave her a quick kiss. "The most beautiful quarterback in football?" "Both American and European." Tami giggled. "And what interesting things has this beautiful and I assume red-headed quarterback conveyed to you?" "Well, she told me...
"Tony, I've been looking for you all over." I looked up from the book I was reading. "Kelly, what the hell are you doing here?" It was the end of third period, and Allie had just left. I was sitting in Mrs. Wayne's classroom waiting for the bell for lunch. Thursday's menu was sloppy joes. "I snuck over. I needed to talk to you." The middle school was only a few blocks from the high school, but she was lucky that nobody spotted her. "Wait here," I said. "Even when the bell...
"They probably all hate me." It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, and every star in the galaxy was twinkling at full power. It was cool after the rain. I'd gotten back from Nampa yesterday, but a heavy rain had kept me from my ritual walk with Tami. The rain finally let up this afternoon, and now the night was perfect. I squeezed Tami's hand. "Who hates you?" "Everybody." "Every-who?" "Your team. You lost." "We sure did. But why would they hate you?" "I took you...
I took a deep breath and turned the door knob. The backdoor opened into a hallway. There was a door straight in front of me, one to my left about eight feet, and another to my right the same distance, with a fourth door at the very back end of the hall. I knew the door I wanted was the one in front of me. I stepped into the hall and closed the door behind me. I took another deep breath and considered retreat. After all, there was no shame in retreat. Most famous generals retreated at one...
Grounded. Sent to my room like a two-year-old. I couldn't believe it as I paced back and forth. For the record: the bedrooms in mobile homes are not designed for pacing. Not when you have furniture in them anyway. It had been a good week until this morning. Last Saturday, we'd had girls in every event. Miranda had surprised herself by making the finals on beam, then surprised herself again by finishing forth. Stephy took second on floor and Kelly fourth on bars. But the big news was...
"I'm not sure about this." "I am," Tami said definitely. "But..." "You promised." "But..." "It's not like you're going to hate it." "This is weird." "I think the word you used the last time we talked about it was kinky." I grinned. It was definitely kinky. "Last year, you said you enjoyed your fireworks," she said with a grin. "I did, but that was just a coincidence." She grinned bigger. "Wasn't it?" "Robbie thought you should have a good Fourth of...
There was a knock on my door. "Come," I yelled without looking up. Traci stuck her head in the door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure," I said, still concentrating on the computer monitor. "Just let me finish this page." I was about a half page from the bottom, and it took me about four minutes to finish and hit save. "What can I do for..." I started as I swivelled around to look at her. "What the hell are you wearing?" Traci blushed. "I've got a date. It's...
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“Alright, I’ll go down the list of the easiest decisions to the hardest ones and pass out judgment one at a time. When I call your name, stand up, put your hands behind your head, face me, and shut up,” Earl was very serious and callous as he looked down at his clip board over his notes. “Tammy, let’s do it,” Earl liked the double entendre and interjected a little levity before saying “Come over here and put your head on the chopping block,” to add some gallows humor in order to make things...
"Oh God, yes," Tami moaned as I drove my cock deep inside her. My hands were up inside her sweater, massaging her breasts. I let my thumbs rest on her nipples as I stood behind her. "What's the magic word?" I whispered, then followed my voice into her ear and let my tongue caress it's ridges. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Close enough," I agreed and nibbled on her earlobe. We'd been fucking slowly for several minutes, and now I picked up the pace. The backs of my thighs were...
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"Was she pretty?" "Was who pretty?" I asked, startled. I'd been sitting in the gazebo, watching the fish pond. I hadn't been thinking about anything in particular. Robbie and I had gotten back fifteen minutes ago. She and the others were inside getting the grand tour. I was enjoying this little piece of sculpted nature. "The girl who died," Cinnamon said as she down next to me. I turned to look at her. "How did... ? Who... ? Tami told you." Cinnamon smiled, and I knew that Tami...
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The only good thing about not making varsity was that I got to watch Robbie's games. Most of the time. The freshmen team played on Wednesday nights, the JV on Thursdays, and the varsity on Fridays, though that changed depending on school schedules, weather and stuff. I was the starting quarterback for the JV. At least I'd skipped the freshman team. Robbie was the backup reserve quarterback for the varsity, though some times she'd go in as an end or on defense. So that also means I got...
“Milking? What is that?” Heather’s eyes gleamed mischievously. Rally was already picturing the intense feeling of being ground beef getting tenderized under a jagged mallet as the chubby girl’s used all of their might to spank his erect cock back to soft with the hair brush bristles. He imagined the pain on his tender most man part as they brought each whack down as they had done to his sister and mother moments before. He regretted watching and secretly enjoying the girl’s torment but now...
“Yeah come get yourself more sugar,” said Leah, as she made out nude with Kash.Kash laid nude with Leah in bed, his hard body smothering her soft one. The reason Kash had become such a frequent visitor to Leah’s place is because Leah had a certain feel and vibe to her which had Kash addicted. Leah’s skin was very soft, her natural musk smelled like freshly baked bread, and he could do whatever he wanted to her. For Leah, Kash had the sexual prowess to wake her body up and always challenged her....
HardcoreVicki Lynn blow dried her long blond tresses and pulled them back into a ponytail. She rushed out of the bathroom attached to her master bedroom in the 877 square foot single wide trailer she shared with her nineteen year-old son, Tyler, and her on-again-off-again fiancé, Lamar. She grabbed the keys to her red 2004 Oldsmobile Alero coupe. She was running late for her afternoon shift as a waitress at Finnegan’s. Before darting out the door, she kissed Lamar’s forehead.“Bye baby,” replied the...
By Jennifer Kilmey First... a word or two of caution. I have noticed my stories have generated a bit of negative feedback. This story, (like all the tales I have to tell you) is a SNUFF story. It is a work of fiction... of fantasy... (I trust you know the difference between fantasy and real life.) If you find the thought of pretty young girls dying in exquisite terror and agony to be arousing, you might enjoy this humble offering. If such dark thoughts offend or repel you, please save...
“Look at that slut!” the giggles from behind Harley had begun five minutes earlier but the taunting was growing louder. It was morning and Harley was waiting at the bus stop at the front of the trailer park with her brothers. “Oh my god, Becky! Look at her butt!” Heather Donaldson said to her sister. The two heavy set girls had teased them the most about being naked but there were six or seven other kids laughing at the shocking scene of three naked kids waiting for the school bus as if it...
The ref blew his whistle, and the battle for the state championship was on. We ran forward. Jimmy kicked the ball, and we watched it sail through the air deep into the Cougar backfield. I looked out of the corner of my eye. Robbie was streaking ahead on the left and Larry and Jimmy in the center. The idea was simple: get to the ball fast and force a turnover. A blocker came up in front of me. I hit him, spun to my right and kept going. I picked up on the ball and put on the speed, but...
"Tell Tami I'll be there in a few minutes." Robbie followed my gaze up into the stands. "You'll never change," she accused. I grinned. "Do you really want me too?" She cocked her head to the side. "Not sure." I walked to the end of the bleachers, all the way to the top, over to the middle and started back down again. "You don't look happy," I said as I came up behind her. "Huh?" She'd been staring at the field, which, since practice had ended fifteen minutes ago, meant...
"Thanks for the ride." I got out of the backseat of the car. "You were a real lifesaver." Mrs. Stiller got out of the driver's seat. "I still don't understand why you were walking down the highway in a storm." Kevin got out the other side. "It wasn't that bad. I would have made it. Of course I would have been just in time for the curtain call. But I would have made it. Thanks again," I said with a wave. "Bye, Kevin." I walked quickly to the front doors of the school. I was...
Friday night lights. That'd make a great title for a movie. Damn, it's been done. The overhead lights were blazing as the team charged onto the field. The stands were packed. This was probably our second toughest game on the schedule. The coach was hinting that we could go undefeated, and if we beat the Tigers tonight, we'd be on our way. The team, lead by Larry and Jimmy, circled the field, then formed up in the end zone for some calisthenics. When it was over, we jogged to our bench....
It had been a hell of a Monday. If anyone learned anything, it was a pure accident. The school was celebrating. We were the second-best team in the state. And compared to the last several years, that was something. We'd won the championship in '93 and hadn't even made the play-offs since. First period, half the student body was still in the halls talking half-an-hour after the bell rang. It could have been a problem, except most of the teachers were out there with us. Second period, we...
"Are you an angel?" Tami asked when she finally opened her eyes twenty minutes later. I grinned down at her. "I thought that was my line." She smiled. My weekend was made. Who cares about a silly state championship? Tami folded down her blanket, and her tits became my whole world. Which is too bad, 'cause I was about to cure cancer. Then she folded it down further and I forgot all about her tits. I crawled up between her legs and buried my face in her crotch. Tami giggled....
The Fall Concert had been rescheduled four times before we finally got it done on Monday. Between the plays, the football team making the play-offs, and Mr. Wade, the band teacher, breaking his foot, it was beginning to look like we'd have to combine it with the Spring Concert. The show started out with the beginning band. It was weird to watch Mr. Wade conducting them without tapping his foot in time to the music, but it was still wrapped up in a big walking cast. He told everybody that...
"What are you doing out here?" I hadn't even heard the door open. I mumbled something, I'm not even sure what. "Do you have any idea how cold it is?" I glanced at the thermometer next to the doorbell. "Thirty-four." "Thinking of going for a spin?" I'd been staring straight ahead at Dad's snow-covered Porsche. "No." Tami opened the door wider, stepped out, and closed it behind her. She was back in her jeans and t-shirt from yesterday. She sat next to me on the porch,...
Tami was sitting in the driver's seat of Dad's Porsche when Larry dropped off me and Robbie. "Lookin' good, girl." I said, leaning in the window. Tami grinned, gripped the steering wheel and pretended to steer. "Should I even ask why you're sitting there?" "Your dad gave me a driving lesson. I'm basking." "My dad let you drive his baby?" Tami nodded. I opened the door and held out my hand to Tami. "I guess it's official. Welcome to the family." Tami climbed out. "He...
"So got any plans for August? Like the first weekend?" Tami asked, looking up from her book. We'd been sitting on the swings, reading together. "Just one." "Oh?" "Regionals." "I thought baseball was over after this weekend." "Only if we lose, and I don't think we will. And if we win at state, then regionals in Idaho." "Oh." "Why?" I asked. "Just wondering." Tami went back to the book she was reading. God, I was glad that she was a lousy liar. It seems to me it's...
"Traci, get your big fat butt out here!" I yelled from the living room. "What?" she asked a minute later, looking a little apprehensive. I'd rode back from Yakima with her and the folks yesterday, and she hadn't said five words to me. Now Mom and Dad were off having a quiet Sunday brunch, and I was calling her butt fat. "You are going to learn a back walkover and back handspring if it kills you," I said as I pushed the chairs and sofa out of the way to create room. "What?" she...
Friday, Tami and I left school about one-thirty to drive to the middle school, so we missed all the excitement. Deputy Boyd showed up about half-an-hour later with the county's drug dog, Boomer. They went straight to a locker in the south hall, where Boomer got real excited. Mr. Parker showed up and said the locker was unoccupied. He opened it up, and they found almost half a pound of marijuana and some real other nasty stuff. Felony amounts of crack and meth. They also found eight hundred...
"Damn dance!" I looked over at Kelly, who was muttering under her breath as she chalked her hands for the bars. "Did you say something?" I asked. "I said, oh never mind." She clapped her hands to get rid of excess chalk and stepped in front of the bars. I looked around the gym. Miss Calloway was spotting some girls on the vault, Tami was helping Traci make up a beam routine, everybody was working. I looked back at the bars and watched Kelly's routine. "So how was it?" she asked...
"I'll take two." Mike slid a card off the deck and across the bed. I lifted the corner. A ten. He slid me another card. I peeked. Another ten. Life is good. Larry took one, then Mike didn't take any. Jimmy Prescott made a disgusted sound and tossed his cards in the middle. Phil Barnes laughed, then opened for a nickel. I looked confident as I picked up my cards and fanned them out. I took a quick look, then folded them together again. I smiled and picked up a quarter. I hesitated,...
Nampa, Idaho, was not the most exciting town I'd ever seen, but then I wasn't there to sightsee. On Tuesday we polished off a team from Oregon. Oregon and Washington actually had two teams in the tournament, a Northen team and a Southern team. Ashley, Robbie and I celebrated with a dinner at the local Outback. Wednesday we rolled over the team from Wyoming, and Thursday the host team from Nampa dropped into the loser's bracket. Friday we went international. Alberta's team at ten in the...