The Coleman Pop-Up Camper Money Maker
Once Upon a time in a soutern backwood farming and mining community lived poor uneducated folk. I grew up as most young ladies do minding my parents, and taking those sticky tractor rides with paw, as he plowed the fields, and planted his seeds in the tiny rows. It always put a smile on his face as well as mine to be such a special helper. Keeping the field weeded was always a chore.
Then the city over opened a water park, and of course they charged money. So my b*****r came up with the idea that he would have his firends cum over to the trailer after they got done doing their chores. I would stay in the pop-up camper by the barn, and when I heard a knock, I would call the friend of my b*****r in, and give him the rates. $1.00 for lookie, $.50 talkie, $2.00 strokie, and $5.00 touchie. I never figured anyone have over $5.00.
Well the word got around the holler, and sure as flowers on cow pies, their was his regular friends, and some ones that wanted to be friends. One by one, I could see the friend walk from the trailer back door across the gravel driveway. Hearing the crunching of rocks under his shit-kickers, and the look in his eye. Wrappp Wrappp at the door. Come on in here, you sweet thing, I always say:) Whats your pleasure. Trying to remeber Dolly Parton's Hee-Haw sayings. The first friend wanted a "Lookie" and sat down at the table. I stepped back in the camper, and undid my overalls. Slowly Unbuttoning the straps, and letting the overalls fall to the floor. Then I slowly took off my top as seductive as I could remeber the women in my fathers movies, that he only showed me when mom was away at the market. The boys eyes got as wide as saucers, as I pulled my panties down to my ankles, and laid back on the spoonge bed, which caused me to almost flip over, as my ankles went to the ceiling. After a few minutes, I would get up, and get dressed. He was one happy camper, I will tell you that. He kinda walked funny, but he made it back to the trailer.
Now the second friend, well he was a "touchie" Which I very much enjoyed. Never have I felt such smooth fingers rubbing my cunny over and over so gentle, I wet over and over. He was so nice, he even rubbed my wetness under my nose, and let me lick his other finger clean. I loved it so much, I almost forgot to collect the money before he left.
Now for the rest of the afternoon, it was one friend after another, and I was very pleased with the money. Then came an old beat up truck that we aint never seen before. and a "friend" got out, and talked to my b*****r a minute, and came to the camper. I let him in, but he was a little bit older than the other friends. I told him the prices, and he laid out a brand spanking $20.00 bill. My mouth dropped. He said, thats a start. After I got undressed, he had me undress him, which was new for me, and then he took up my long hair, and told me to kneel at his feet. He was a bit f***efull, and I went to my knees fast. Then before I knew it, his penis was in my mouth. I guess its instinct, or maybe what I had seen on cable, but I starting sucking like a calf on a teat. I could not stop, I so loved all the skin in my mouth, and feeling his pee hole with my tounge. Before long, I started to tub on his scrotum, and massaging his testes, makeing sure that his seed would be good and ready for my throat. But then, he told me to lean over the bed. Of course I did not question him, and did as I was told. He told me to spread my bottom cheecks, and bite down. Then it hit me. He was going to pop my.....OUUUCH......Aghhhhhhhh, I pulled my cheeks hard, fitting the pain, and tears ran down my face, as I felt my skin tear, and the burning feeling that washed over my body. Then it became so slippery, and I could hear the wetness, was it mine? I taught so. He was humping me so fast, and grinding into me. grunting and calling me names that I only heard my father call that negro woman that rents the shack by the stream, when she is delivering eggs in the barn. then as he starts to grunt harder, he pulls my hair back. MY head lifts up, and my mouth opens like a horse taking a bit. I moan, as I feel his pee hole connecting to my cervix. Then I felt the flood of warm sticky baby seed fill my womb. Something changed in me, and I wanted more, I started puching back on his manhood as he pumped his seed deeper and deeper inside me. After a moment or so, he withfrew his manhood, and stood by the camper sink, looking for a towel. I remeber what my aunt taught me when we had one of our talks, and as quick as a grasshopper, I knelt down on the floor in front of him, and put his penis in my mouth. I started cleaning his root and scrotum, as I looked up at him. Never taking my eyes away from his. When I knew he was all clean, I looked up, and said Thank You Sir. and Stood up, and put my feet together, and looked at the floor which is proper. He walked over to me, and told me that I was a good little slut, and with practice will be a great whore some day. I was beaming with pride.
After he left, I but on a nice summer dress, and my heels and walked around the farm, feeling his seed slowly leacking out of my womenhood, and down my milky thighs. Eery so often I would stop, take my finger and catch a bit of his seed, and have a tasty lick, and then continue my walk.
After I came back to the trailer, I gave my b*****r all the money. Sure as snail snot we had the money for the water park. My b*****r was so proud of me!
I was a very good girl!
Are you proud of me too?