Randy Jo meets a petite stripper and a big hot Mama

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Man, I have to tell ya, it ain't that rich people are rich what bugs me so much, it's that there's so many stupid-ass motherfuckers who are willing to keep giving them money for stupid-ass shit. Why can't more folk see their way to the sweet spot, that place right in the middle of the target. You know, where happiness is balanced right along with not making the world a bigger shit hole than it already is? Is it that hard? Apparently, it is.

"You fuckin' piece of shit cocksucker! You fucknut! You bare-ass Vulture scrot!"

"Now that was a good one! 'Bare-ass vulture scrot.' I will be using that for myself in the future." I put as much of a smile as I could into my words. The person that was screaming out the insults whipped around to face me. Her make-up was mussed, her eyes were red and there was an expression of anger on all the rest of her face that was way beyond pissed. She looked about 5'3, a perky 5'3. Her powder blue tube top was holding in what was about a 34B set of titties, and her jean shorts would have made the Duke boys in Hazzard County salute. She looked about 34, but was likely closer to 25, and her hair was a dirty blonde feathered back hairstyle, kinda like Farrah Fawcett-Majors, back when she was a poster on the wall and not burnin' all them beds.

She was about to give me a huge 'fuck you', but she stopped herself once her eyes started to drink me in. That happens a lot. She expected another asshole banker, or another shithead accountant to be funnin' at her while her house gets repossessed, which is what was currently happening to her. She didn't expect a six-foot tall, handsome redneck in a pair of pants so tight you could read his, that is to say, my, tattoos through the faded denim. I looked at her hard, right in the eye, and beamed to her all the positive vibes I could, because I really wanted to fuck the shit out of this dumb, poor, stupid, white trash lady. In fact, that's all I ever want to do, is to fuck trailer trash vixens, all day, all night and any other chunk of time you got.

Cindy Anne here was in trouble. She was a dancer down at the SuckOyah Lounge, and got talked into signing some of those screwy mortgages that can raise your rent without warning. Her uncle called me and asked to lend a hand. He also told me not to fuck her. I lied and told him I wouldn't. I usually tell the truth, unless you're a dumbass askin' Randy Joe not to fuck a trailer trash vixen.

"Your Uncle Freddy Bob sent me. He send you could use a hand."

"Yeah, that ain't no lie." She looked back at her house. A Sheriff's deputy was standing in front of the door while some moving men were hauling furniture out on the lawn.

"Whatchya plan to do about all that furniture?"

"Oh shit, it's all rented! The store's gonna get me even more screwed over if it stays out here on the lawn!" She was close to crying now. Well, Trailer Trash crying, which means they screw up their face and sob, but no real tears come out. They're just putting on the feelings other people think they should have.

"You rented your furniture?" I shouldn't have been shocked.

"Well...there was a sale...?" She said lamely as another burly guy in a jumpsuit tossed a floor lamp onto the grass.

"Who'd ya rent it from?"

"Rent-A-Satan."

"Got it. Gimmie a sec." I reached into my El Camino and pulled out my car phone. I coulda had a celphone, sure, but a car phone is cooler, especially when attached to an El Camino with a Hemi super charger.

"Hey there, yeah, It's Randy Joe. Lemme speak to Gary Ray. Thanky much. Hey there Gary Ray, it's Randy Joe! Oh, I'm doin' better than I deserve, ain't that true? Eee-yup. Say now Gary Ray, can y'all send a truck over to pick up Ms Cindy Anne Trolly's furniture? Well, I'd appreciate it if you could make an exception and close out that account. Two months left? Oh that ain't nothing to a player like you, Gary Ray. Tell you what, why don't you take it off what you owe me, and I won't kick your ass the next time I see you, how's that sound? I thought you might. Allrighty then." I put the phone back into the car and leaned against the door, facing Cindy Anne. She was looking at me like I was a Denny's Diner and she had a coupon for a free Grand Slam.

"Dang, that was smooth as shit. You said your name was Randy Joe?"

"I sure did."

"Well, you know I'm Cindy Anne already, I guess."

"That I do."

She didn't say nothing back, she just held my gaze and let me know by the gleam in her eye and the twist of her lips that she was mine, that she needed to be mine. That she was made to be mine.

"So, Cindy Anne, get what you want to keep, toss 'em in the back, and I'll take you to where you need to go."

It only took her twelve shakes of a lamb's tail to walk over to the nightstand, which was standing next to the begonias, and fetch some odds or ends to stash in her purse and then to scramble over to my El Camino. I opened the door for her, and she slid in. I walked around and got behind the wheel and softly shut the door behind me.

I looked deep into her eyes and asked, "So, where is it you need to go, Cindy Anne?"

It was only about a half mile down the road before her blonde head was bobbing up and down on my lap, slurping my fat cock between her Dr Pepper-flavored lips and a-waggling her hips as she did. Her petite body had no problem fitting across my Fire Engine Red genuine imported Naugahyde seat, and her throaty coo-ing was in perfect sync to the Lynyrd Skynrd on my 8 tack.

Yeah, I said 8 track. It's an El Camino with a Hemi; any other sound system would be a fuckin' crime. Also, true White trash vixens get extra turned on by the 8 track sound, I think it's got something to do with how fat the cartridge is.

Cindy Anne was licking and stroking my cock with her practiced fingers, fitting herself in just fine between me and the steering wheel. I reached over and ran my hand up and down her leg, scooting my fingers under her skirt and in between her panties and the soft skin of her ass, a very fine bubble-butt ass that was a delightful and dangerous distraction from the road, for sure! I carefully toyed with her little sphinctre, that's the ass muscle that looks like the middle of a grapefruit, just to see if that was her thing. And Goddam and Crisco too, if she didn't push back suddenly, and greedily, making my finger dig right up into her asshole. She moaned deeply and lunged her head down on my cock while thrusting her hips back hard against me, taking me all the way to the last knuckle like it was a treat!

She tried to stuff all of my cock into her mouth and throat, but just couldn't quite manage it. The struggle to do so, however, was a fucking bliss-fest on my cock! I wiggled my finger, the one that was deep inside her ass, and she swayed her hips with pleasure and somehow got another half-inch of my thick shaft up past her lips. It was crystal clear she loved filling her mouth with man-meat. I mean, I was feeling good, but I think my feelings were not part of her equation, ya know what I mean? The more I dug into her ass, the more she hogged down on my dick, gulping and keeping a hard pace as she bashed my cockhead against the back of her throat. Her blonde hair and tanned-all-over skin looked righteously perfect as her tight body twisted and undulated on my Naugahyde seats while my cock in her mouth and my fingers up her ass gave her a one man Spit roast!

She gulped and swirled her tongue across my shaft, making me shout out, "Goddamn it to Chuck Norris and back! you are a hot little thing!"

She popped the dick out of my mouth and smacked her lips. "I ain't had a real man's cock in too damn long, I need this shit."

"Bullshit! You' a dancer at the SukOyah lounge, you got all guys doin' you there."

"Nope!" And she gave my cock a fat smooch right on the head. "I don't do any o' my customers there."

"Drex must hate that."

She sat up and wiped off her mouth. "You know Drex?" she sounded serious.

"Yeah."

"You know everybody or what?"

"Anybody worth knowin', I suppose."

"Do you work for him?" She asked, her tone tripping over into something like fear.

"No. I came over 'cuz of your Uncle."

"Cuz I don't fuck any of my customers or any of Drex's goons. I don't care that he runs all the strip joints in two hundred miles, allright?"

"I ain't one of his boys. I'm my own man. In fact...here's my castle." We had arrived at the Bent Forks Motor court, the trailer park I owned and ran. I pulled into the lot and then cruised into my personal parking space right in front of my trailer, an antique double wide from 1952. I had kept it up, and it's streamlined design made it look like a giant roadster from the good ole' days. Well-positioned garden lights gave the shiny aqua and chrome gleam like it was new. There was also a cactus garden all around the base of the trailer with a pathway leading up to the stairs. And, of course, seven pink flamingos.

"Oh shit, I heard tell of this place. You run it?" Her eyes got a little wider.

"Yeah, Yeah I do."

"Drex don't like you a whole lot." Her eyes started to catch fire again, and her hand reached down to my cock, which had stayed hard. "I like that he don't like you." She purred.

"Let's go inside."

She smiled and pulled on her shirt while I tucked in the beast. We got inside and and I told her to make herself comfortable.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Oh, I don't drink. Just A PBR will be fine."

My dick stirred inside my pants like a garden hose gettin' filled. Yeah, a true trailer park vixen calls just drinkin' beer not drinking. I got her a PBR from one of the six mini-fridges in my office-slash-living room. Some folks have one big ole fridge, but I like the smaller ones. They're classy. Also I can keep my fishin' worms away from things that don't need worms near them. Ya know?

Now usually I don't get right to talkin' about sex and stuff when I commence to speakin' to a potential Trailer Vixen like Cindy Anne. But seeing as she was in the sex business already, and that I had just saved her ass and stuck my finger in it as well, we moved past the bullshit pretty quick and starting talking business...and pleasure...well, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes when it comes to my life. You know why? Because I'm a fucking bad ass, that's why!

"So that there discount program you got goin' here is for real and true?" She said while sprawled in on of my lazy-boy chairs. It was pushed open, and she had one supple leg draped over the arm of the chair, the other across the foot-rest.

"For real and for true. But it not's just an open book thing. I got some standards and limits, like you do."

"You also like fuckin' tons of girls like me with that big dick." She giggled at me.

"Yeah, as much as you liked havin' both of your holes filled." I teased back at her.

"With the right dick and the right guy, fuck-raised-to-the-power-of-yeah, I do."

"See? That's it exactly! Some folks are just my type." I had made my way over to where she was sitting. "I hope, that I'm you're type Cindy Anne."

"You know you are, Randy Jo."

I pushed the lazy boy closed and flipped it around to face me. She squealed with the sudden motion. I then sank to my knees in front of her, and put myself right between her knees. She grinned. "Shit-fire, Randy Jo. That's suppose to be one of my moves."

"Yeah? Well, you have good taste in moves, then." She stopped grinning and put her arms around my neck, and pulled herself up to my face. We kissed like sloppy kids, and her tongue surely did enjoy the taste of a Man's tonsils!(long live Rik Mayal!) Her legs wrapped around my waist and she began to grind herself against me, all while keeping her lips firmly pleasuring themselves on mine. Feeling sure she had a tight grip, I stood up, and took her with me as I did. It looked more impressive than it was, since little Cindy Anne hardly weighed a thing. I carried her past my seventeen genuine imitation samurai swords and then to my desk, which had nothing but a nameplate on it. Cindy Anne swiped it to the floor just before I plopped her little ass onto that darkened hardwood surface that had known many a pair of sweet buttocks.

"So Cindy Anne, before we proceed any further..."

"Oh shit, you got the clap?!"

"No."

"Crabs?"

"No."

"A hot-cooked-spam fetish?"

"No. She lives two trailers down."

"You want your Momma to watch?"

"Will you shut up! Damn, girl! You must have seen some freaky shit."

"Shoot to the power of shit yeah. And I ain't going back to that. Just good ole' fucking for this girl, only with men worthy of me!" She lifted her chin with all the white trash pride she had, and I believed her, and I also liked her better for it.

"And speaking of fucking, and the such like, you need a place to live, right?"

"Yeaahhhh..." She was looking cockeyed at me. I heard the College boys call that look askance, which I like the sound of even though I fucking hate college boys.

"And, am I right, or do you like having your ass played with...and maybe more?"

She stopped looking cock-eyed or askance and started looking horny. Her hands started to wander across my body. She nodded once.

"Allright, allright, allright, I think we can we get you something. I have a nice little 780 square-foot one-bedroom, one-bath, with a kitchenette nice and compact, so there's very little to clean for a working woman like you..."

"Holy hand grenades, Randy Jo! Stop selling it and tell me the rent." She laughed at my banter, but it was the friendly laughter of a fellow salesman.

"Yeah, sorry, it's a habit. Well, that space is reserved for the rent of an ass fucking a week. With me, and just me."

Her eyes got wide and she was quiet for a bit as her wheels ground. "Okay, so what I'm hearing is one session of anal sex per every seven days with you, and that is to say with your penis and not a huge big black dildo you got hidden around here...?"

"That is correct. And You will need to orally pleasure me as well..."

"Well yeah, that's just common sense..."

"And I'd need it to be Tuesday nights or Sunday afternoon...if you wanna take the room that is."

"Well, Cowboy, the room isn't the question right now, is it?" Her hands were massaging the bulge in my tight Wranglers.

I smiled. "Nope, compatibility must be established.." I pulled her tube top over her head and tossed it behind me. Her tits were store-bought and perfect, like just under a C-Cup, but sweet nipples that were a dark brown, and begging to be sucked. She pulled off my hat and tossed it toward the same place behind me and then started tugging at my shirt.

"Gotta be sure..." She said breathlessly, her eyes lingering on my Chuck Norris inspired physique. I own every piece of equipment he's ever sold on TV, and every woman I've been with has appreciated it. She slid down to her knees in front of the desk as I took a step back. My jeans were down and off in a jiffy. Her fingers found my dick and shoved it into her mouth like she was stealing the thing. I gazed down at her dirty- blonde hair and tanned shoulders as she stroked my cock with both hands and slurped away at the head. God damn, she was good! Her head was bobbing back and forth like an oil rig! Relentless, like a machine!

She paused and started massaging my balls with one hand while giving my shaft a long slow stroke as her tongue danced all over the crown of my dick. She was looking right up at me as she did it, and Holy Slim Whitman did she look good with my cock just between her thick lips and her tight body writhing with every stroke!

"I think your cock is ready to fuck me, Randy Jo." She said with a husky growl.

"On the desk, or on the floor?"

"On the carpet, so I can spraawwlll if I have to." She slurred out the Sprawl as she rose up from her knees. "You got lube?"

"Every kind. What's your favorite?"

"Medical grade KY, unless you have a hemp based one."

I walked over to a cabinet to the left of my Black Velvet painting of Elvis, and opened up the doors to what looked like an oaken gun cabinet. Within, 47 different kinds of lube, oils and emoluments stood before Cindy Anne's astonished face.

"Well, color me impressed! Oh, this goop's the bomb!" She almost lunged for the Vendica Hempseed Manioc Root salve. "This stuff's like a hundred a bottle!"

"Whatever it takes to get you into a new home..." I grinned as cheesy as possible and she laughed. Keeping the Vendica, she also grabbed a bottle of a basic body oil. Walking backwards to the middle of the room, she dabbed a bit on her chest and thighs and rubbed it in, dropping the other bottle gently on the carpet. She began to dance as her hands spread the oil all over her perfectly tanned skin, humming some kind of music to herself as she swayed before me.

I was breathless, my hand was jerking my own cock as I watched this hot thing twist every muscle of her body. The soft light from the dim lamps in the room glinted off every curve she had.

"What's the song your humming?"

She licked her lips. "Aerosmith...Crazy..."

I smiled and went over to my 50-CD CD player and found the right number. In ten seconds I had that song playing on my speakers.

"How the hell do you have that ready to go? Is that like a computer-Alexa thing?"

"Fuck no. Ain't no machines with ears in my office or home. I just know the kind of people I like, and those people like a certain kind of music. There ain't no Beethoven in there."

She smiled and kept on dancing, and I walked towards her and took her in my arms. She turned away, pressing her bubble butt against my dick and then dropped to the floor, sticking her ass up in the air. I lubed up my cock and held it at her pearly gates, pushing right at her asshole, and then the sight of her slim back and curvy ass made me remember my manners and I crouched down myself right behind her and gave that sweet ass a fearsome licking! My hands gabbed at her cheeks tightly, keeping her pressed close into me. She screamed and moaned with pleasure, thrashing about the forest green extra-shag carpet. Fuck yeah! I loved getting all that skin in my face, especially with a little ass-slut like this!

"Oh shitshitshit! Do it! Please, nobody's ever licked it.. like...Oh FUCK!"

My tongue shoved itself far up inside her as it could and wiggled itself around! I kept myself there for at least two whole minutes, using Chuck Norris' method of breath control. When I finally came up for air, Cindy Anne was in ecstasy and her ass was ready for my cock. This time I didn't hesitate but slid the head of my dick right into her waiting hole, which was slick with my sailva and the lube. She cooed with surprise as I slid an inch, and then two more into her.

"Yes! Fuck me Randy Jo! Fuck me!"

Inch by inch I jammed my whole cock into her until my balls were resting gently against her pussy. She took it all, and then got up on her hands and knees and pushed back for more.

"Goddamn girl! I guess I better getting to fuckin'"

She giggled and then cried out in pleasure as I pulled out halfway and then all the way right back in, beginning a good solid fuck of that tight ass! Cindy Anne kept herself firm and stable as I carefully slid my cock into her again and again. My hands massaged and gripped her cheeks as I picked up the pace, pounding her backside like a boss. Cindy Anne didn't fuckin' budge a bit, but kept pushing back for more, more, more! What an ass!

I took a hold of her waist and turned her on her side, and straddling one of her legs, basically fucking her sideways. Gabbing her ass I used my whole body and forced my cock deeper and then even deeper into her, making her scream with shock. I adjusted a bit, and she started to smile again. Then she trembled and shook, gurgling nonsensical words as I find the perfect angle into her body. She then started to grind her succulent, shiny ass back on me, fucking herself, impaling herself back and forth on my dick! As she kept thrusting herself on my dick, she started to giggle, and then laugh with delight. Holy shit! She was cock drunk!

She came once more, and then I knew it was time for me cum. I pulled out and jerked off my cock over her body as she flipped over onto her back and held her tits together for me.

"Oh hell yeah, Randy Joe! Show me that hot cum! I want it all over me!"

About five strokes and I was able to oblige. I shot a stream of hot jizz on her sweaty tits, making her giggle and laugh a little more. After getting every drop out, I let gravity take charge and collapsed on the floor next to her, and we cuddled in the thick weave of the carpet for a bit.

Fuck yeah, a badass redneck like me cuddles. Take lessons, boys.

After the bit was over, we commenced to talking some more. Cindy Anne was only working half shift at the strip club, and was looking to get out of it entirely.

"Well Cindy Anne, you just took an amazing ass fucking."

"Thank you kindly, I sure did enjoy myself."

"Now, that makes me glad. So, you think we can get you moved in?"

She was quiet.

"What's the trouble?"

"It can't be this easy." She sounded a sad.

"What can't?"

"That I get to stay in a nice place just by letting a nice guy who doesn't stink do to me what I like being done anyway. There's always a cost. There's always some shit coming to make it all worse."

Yeah, she wasn't wrong, was she? The world does seem to seek out folks doing allright just to toss a steel wrench at our ankles. And this deal here, I know how rare it is... wait, I should say this shit out loud.

"Hey Cindy Anne, I know this sounds to good to be true. I get it. Tell ya what, let's dressed and I'll introduce you to some of your neighbors. They'll speak to you alls you need to hear."

She agreed, and in about five minutes I was knocking on Imelda Jean's door, which wasn't rattling at all now. As soon as she opened it and saw the woman behind me, she shouted out.

"Is that Cindy Anne standing out there?! Girl, Get in here!"

"Imelda Jean! Ohmigawd where have you been?!" Cindy Anne and Imelda Jean sorta pushed me aside as they greeted each other with squeals and hollers. They went in the trailer without a second thought to my dumb ass and started catching up on old times. It seemed like they had worked together at a couple other clubs, and I just let'em go on for a bit.

"You're at where, now?"

"The Sprungwood Cafe on Hoffa avenue. It's just Go-Go stuff, no real dancing."

Cindy Anne looked jealous. "Sounds easy."

"Yeah, easy and no money. Lucky I found ole' Randy Joe here." Imelda Jean finally remembered I existed and shot me a grin.

"No kiddin'? So he's the real deal?" Cindy Anne was looking at me now as well.

"Yup. He's a straight shooter. He gives what he gets. Rare for a man."

"That ain't no lie."

I coughed politely. "Uh, say ladies, if y'all are gonna keep pursuing this avenue of discussion, do you mind if I take off? I got some chores to handle around the park."

Imelda Jean got off the couch and led me to the door. "Not at all, you go do your thing. Cindy Anne's in good hands."

"Alrighty then. Hey Cindy Anne, if you crash here tonight, I can get your place ready by 8AM tomorrow. How's that? Imelda Jean, you cool with that?"

Both women were delighted with the idea and so I left them to their own devices. That chore I needed to attend to was three trailers down at Fiona Fae Charmichael's place, who could not be more different from Cindy Anne if she tried!

Fiona Mae answered the door in a flowered red kimono that hugged her curves like a koala on a eucalyptus tree. She was 55 years old and had a huge set of pillowy tits. She was a big woman, almost as tall as me with some fat on her, like a woman at 55 should have, for fuck's sake. Her hair was dyed blonde and cut short, and her huge glasses didn't hide the happy twinkle in her big blue eyes. She stood aside and let me enter, closing the door softly behind her.

"Hey Fiona Fae, do you mind if I take a quick shower? I've been working up a powerful sweat."

"Well, you're gonna need to give me a little sugar, first." She opened her robe to revealed her two bare-naked mammoth tits, double D's at least. She held them out and up towards me, with a sexy little smile on her lips. I was already drooling as I leaned down to take one of her huge nipples into my mouth. She hissed, and grabbed my head to pull me in tighter to her bosom, suffocating me in a mass of boobflesh.

"Suck it! Suck it hard, boy! Oh fuck yes, Mama's been needing her Randy Joe to suck my tittie! Mmmmmm, that's it! Use that tongue like you know how!"

Fiona Fae loved having her tits played with. She could even get off on it, if the guy sucking on her titties was good enough. And I was. I slurped and sucked for all I was worth until she pulled me back, my spit smeared all over her breast.

"That'll do for now. Go get clean so you can get Mama all dirty again."

Now, she wasn't really my Mama, just in case you were wondering. But I do love fucking me an older woman when I can. The truth is, most older women got better things to do with their time than waste it frolicking with ole' Randy Joe in his trailer park. But there's a few who are just ripe sluts, and never do get burdened with a real life and shit. Fiona Fae was one of those. And yeah, she wasn't young and cute like Cindy Anne. But god damn, she loved to fuck and liked life, and that is always a good time!

Not to mention them big ole titties.

I got cleaned up good and quick and came back out to the living room wearing only a towel, my Chuck Norris-chiseled body still damp from the shower She was laying on her sofa, her kimono loosely open, showing off her chest and some of her legs which were crossed at the ankles. There were two dim lamps in the corners, shining a reddish brown light from their lampshades, which gave the entire room the feel of those old photographs from the 70's that your Mama took on vacation. That effect was helped by Fiona Fae's love for kitsch decor from that same decade, up to and including a huge shiny green fish ashtray in the center of an oval glass-n-brass coffee table. She was a smoker, and she was currently languidly placing a long Benson and Hedges 100 between her brick-red lips. Reaching over to the table, she picked up a small yet cumbersome porcelain statue of Elvis Presley, pressed a button and a small flame popped out of his head. She lit her cigarette, took a deep drag and set the lighter down. Turning her eyes to me, she sent two long and slow streams of smoke from her nostrils.

"Lord help me, you are a handsome man." She purred, each word accompanied by a little puff of smoke. I let her ogle me. It was one of her things. I took a couple steps toward her, and let my towel drop. Her eyes drank me in, and her hand slipped down to her pussy. I walked slowly to the door, and checked the lock. Then I went to the window, and carefully checked the blinds. Her eyes never left my naked body, and her fingers were now frigging her nub furiously. I turned around and strode over to the sofa. Neither of us said anything as I got on top of her and she helped my cock into her wet and eager pussy. We both sighed with satisfaction as I easily sank my dick into her all the way to my balls. She reached over and without looking crushed out her cigarette, and then used both her hands to fully open her kimono to me.

Her hand began to squeeze and caress her giant tits as I fucked her slowly and deeply, both of us falling into an blissful and easy rhythm. I didn't pound her, I moved like a wave, rolling my hips to push and pull my dick in and out of her, and she met me roll for roll as I did, adding a bit of a side to side shimmy as she fucked me back! Fiona Mae smiled, and pulled me down to her tit, and guided my mouth to her engorged nipple. I started to suck it for all I was worth, inhaling all the boobflesh I could, knowing I could never go too far. My hips began to move faster as my mouth sucked at her succulent tits harder and harder. A thought shot back to the way Cindy Anne was sucking on my cock as I finger fucked her ass, and then I round-kicked that thought right out of my head and sucked on those blessed funbags even harder!

"GAAAWWWDD, Randy Jo! Do it! YESSSSSS!" Fiona Mae screamed. We were both grunting and humping and fucking like sweaty animals! My brain was as full as my mouth with Titty! glorious Titty! And I could Feel Fiona Mae's pussy clenching at my dick as she came hard, her hands entangled in my har as she forced me deeper and deeper into her chest.

I pulled out and helped Fiona roll over so her huge ass was aiming right at me and her hands were on the arm rest of the sofa, so her mammoth tits were hanging down, forming a wall of cleavage under her chin.

Oh, I had a floor-to-ceiling mirror put in on the wall facing that side of the sofa, so I could watch her tits bounce and jiggle when I fucked her like....well, like this.

This time, I pounded my cock into her with one stroke and her whole body shook like a bowlful of fuck-jelly. My fingers pressed deep into her ass, as I pounded her again, and again! Her tits swayed like the chandeliers on the Titanic with every slap of my thighs against her round cheeks. The mirror not only gave me a great view of her tits, but also her blissful smile. I pounded her harder, and her smile got wider. Then I slammed my dick into her so hard that my hips stung from the effort! She only grinned and rolled her eyes back in ecstasy. With Fiona Mae, I didn't ever worry I was going to hurt her. She could take it as hard as I could give it!

"Oh fuck, Randy Jo, I want your mouth on my titties! Please, baby, please suck on my titties!" Fiona Mae begged. Hell yes and thank you! I flipped her over on her back again, and as she guided my cock back into her pussy, I went right to work on that titty, sucking and slurping, losing all sense of time and place amidst those mountains of boobflesh. Her hands went back to my head as well, forcing me deeper into her breasts, keeping me stiflingly close.

Just before I was about to pass out from lack of air, my cock took pity on me and my whole body shook as I came into her, my hips bucking and my mouth mutely hollering into those Double D's, which absorbed every lick of sound I made.

Eventually we both stopped cumming, and then fell asleep on each other. Fiona Mae was the only one I ever felt comfortable enough to do that with. I never even got sleepy with any of the other Bent Fork Vixens. I can't tell you why, only Chuck knows.

That's pretty much it. Cindy Anne moved in the next day with no troubles, and we enjoyed a healthy ass- fucking once a week for quite a while.

What can I say? I got my shit figured out. Talk to you soon.

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