[FMK] 12 Hard Inches: Chapter 1 (Patreon)

So, unfortunately, nobody guessed the outcome of the FMK vote, so I wasn't able to use any of the idea pitches -- but we will try again next time! This will still be a fun FMK instalment. I hope you enjoy this first chapter. 

CHAPTER 1

Look—everyone makes mistakes, alright? Some mistakes are just more dangerous than others…

Though I’m not really sure I would call what I did a mistake. It’s not like I tripped and fell cock-first into the trailer park supervisor’s whore wife. Buying the wrong drill bit at the hardware store—that’s a mistake. But fucking the park supervisor’s wife; I knew what I was doing, and I knew the risk I was taking on.

And let’s be clear: she was just as responsible as me. In fact, she’d been trying to seduce me for weeks, and a man can only resist for so long. I would go out in the morning for my morning smoke, and she would be there, on her patio, wearing the lingerie she slept in. She would wink at me as she smoked her own cigarette. It wasn’t unusual for her to call out to me, “My husband’s out for the day,” without any prompt.

Sure, I was guilty too. I would go out without a shirt on when I knew that she was out there. I knew that she liked my hard abs and my big chest. I would do a few sets there on my own patio (I had a little home gym set up). She liked to watch me work out, and I didn’t mind having the audience.

And occasionally, I would notice a wardrobe malfunction on her end: her nightgown pulled up too high, showing off her slit and her pubic hair. Or sometimes she wore this little satin kimono, and it would be open, showing off at least one breast. “Oops,” she would say later on when she decided it was time to notice and cover herself up. She had a perfect pair of fake tits—by far the best set of fakes in the trailer park.

And then there were the times she would go inside to change, cigarette still in her mouth. She wouldn’t close the curtains as she stood by the window, which faced my patio. She would strip down and spent a good amount of time naked while she picked out her outfit. One time, when she knew that I was on my patio, she took out a vibrator and pleasured herself. Of course I watched, because I knew the show was for me. She put on one of those ‘shows’ when I had a friend over.

“Damn,” he said to me. “Daryl’s wife is some whore, huh?” It was 9:30 AM as he finished his first beer, staring into Brandi’s bedroom window, watching as she rubbed her clit with her manicured fingers.

“She does this all the time,” I said.

“She know you watch?”

“I don’t watch,” I said, blushing. “Not all the time. I mean, yeah—sometimes I look over.”

“She’s hot,” he said to me. “But her husband is fucking insane. He’ll blow your brains out if he finds out.”

“Finds out what!?” I said. “It’s not like I’m doing nothing wrong!”

My friend just laughed at me, shaking his head. “You must be doing something if she keeps doing it.”

And maybe he was right: maybe I did flirt with Brandi more than I should have, especially knowing that her husband, Daryl, really was insane. In fact, he’d spent ten years in prison for gang-related violence and armed robbery. Now, he was clean; he no longer drank and he no longer dealt drugs in the park. After getting out of prison ten years earlier, he took a job as assistant trailer park supervisor, and he managed to work his way up to head trailer park supervisor. He was probably the best supervisor the park had ever had; he did a good job keeping the crime out for the most part, though he let a few of the grow-ops slide, and I’m sure he knew about the meth lab at the end of the street; everyone knew about it (maybe he was being paid to turn a blind eye).

But Daryl did own an alarming arsenal of firearms, considering his history. He was always sitting out on his patio, cleaning his shotguns, cleaning his AR-15. On weekends, he would take those guns out to the Crown land behind the park and shoot up trees.

Daryl would undoubtedly kill anyone who touched his wife, even if it meant going back to jail for the rest of his life. But that didn’t stop a lot of guys in that park. Peter, the immigrant from Bulgaria, fucked her brains out once, at 9:00 AM on a Wednesday. The curtains weren’t even closed all the way, so I could see it all from my living room window. Peter pushed Brandi up against the glass, squashing her big, fake tits against the window, and he rammed her from behind while she moaned. Greg from down the road face-fucked her until she nearly blacked out—also with the curtains open—and he came on her face. I never said anything, but it was still well-known that she was a gigantic whore, so obviously people were seeing. Daryl was the only one who seemed to be oblivious to his wife’s fooling around.

It was a Thursday morning when I finally caved. She was in lingerie, leaning over the banister of her patio, smoking a cigarette. “You going to work out for me this morning?” she called out to me.

“I was going to squeeze a set in before work,” I said.

She took a long drag from her smoke. “You know, you’re welcome to come and workout over here.” She winked at me. Now, her lingerie robe was open, so I could see her pussy (surrounded by red-lump razor-burn) and one of her perky fake tits.

“I think your husband might kill me if I did that,” I laughed, pretending like she was just joking around.

“He doesn’t have to find out,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Besides, the fucker couldn’t care less about me; he can’t even get his fucking dick hard with me anymore.”

I blushed and looked away. “That’s hard to believe,” I said. “You’re insanely hot.”

“Awe. That’s so sweet,” she smiled. “Well, really, you’d be doing him a favour. One less thing he has to try to do.”

And I caved. It wasn’t the first time she’d invited me over, but it was the first time that I decided to take the risk—and I was taking more than one risk. I didn’t know if she was clean; she slept around, and that was no secret.

I wanted to go through her trailer to close all of the curtains, but she didn’t let me get far before she dropped her robe and wrapped herself around me. I looked over her shoulder before her lips pressed against mine, seeing the open window. “We should close that,” I said.

“Don’t worry about that,” she said. “We’ll get it in a minute.” Then we kissed. She had fat, soft lips. She made a point of pressing those hard breasts up against my chest. Then, she took my hand and pulled it down between her legs. “Finger me,” she moaned, and then we kept kissing. I rubbed her clit and then she took my wrist and forced me to stick my finger into her tight slit.

I looked at the open window again. I thought of all the times I’d seen her with different guys. I didn’t want anyone seeing me with her. I could see Daryl’s favourite shotgun, propped against the wall, next to a box of shells. One of those shells would soon have my name on it.

“I want your fat cock inside of me,” she whispered in my ear. “I want you to fuck my asshole while I finger myself.”

She was horny—insatiably so. She kept grinding herself against me. She only pulled herself away from me for a moment, so she could take a swig from a bottle of vodka. It was fruit-flavoured vodka, making her breath smell a bit terrible, but that made no difference after a few minutes, once she had her back to me, butt against my lap. She rubbed herself hard, and then she moaned, “I love how hard you are. Fuck. My loser husband can’t get his lame cock hard, even with pills.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

Then, she decided to show me what I was going to be enjoying. She got onto the bed, on her hands and knees, butt facing me. Then, she reached back and grabbed one of her butt cheeks. She pulled her asshole open and puckered, trying to show me the inside of her body. “How badly do you want it?” she asked me.

I will admit that I was turned on, even though she was being more of a whore than I would have liked. She pushed two of her fingers deep into her pussy and began to finger herself, making her hole gush and drip. “Are you going to fuck my asshole or not?” she said.

I looked up at the open window. “I just need to close that curtain,” I said.

“Fuck the curtain!” she snapped suddenly. “Just fuck me!”

I realized then that the curtain was opened intentionally. She got off on the idea of being watched. She wanted people to see us together because it gave her a thrill, and that thrill made her even hornier. I wasn’t even inside of her rear end for thirty seconds before she was having a squirting orgasm, making that bed wet all over. “Don’t stop!” she screamed.

Those trailer walls were thin. I knew that the whole block could hear us together. But it wasn’t enough to stop me. The strong desire to fuck her brains out was completely overriding my sensibilities. But strangely, in that moment, I felt invincible. I didn’t think we were actually going to get caught. Those other guys never ended up being caught, so why would I be the one to get the axe?

“Cum in my asshole!” she screamed. “Cum in my fucking whore asshole!” At least she knew. “Choke me, you bastard! Choke me until I cum!”

I grabbed her throat and squeezed.

“Harder!” she screamed, over and over until I was squeezing so hard that she couldn’t speak or breathe. She came again, squirting all over that bed. Her face was dark red when I finally let go. “Spank me!” she demanded, so I spanked her. “Harder!” she said over and over, until I was leaving dark red marks on her ass.

Then, she wanted me to pull her hair. She made me slap her face, smearing her makeup with the palm of my sweaty hand. I was probably leaving her with a few bruises, but I swear it was what she made me do. She even called me a pussy a few times when I refused to hit her hard enough to knock her out. “Are you going to cum in my fucking asshole or not? Am I not tight enough for you?”

She was on top, bouncing aggressively, digging her claws into my chest. She was getting every inch of my cock inside of her, pushing so hard that her ass went flat on my lap. She was grunting loudly.

I kept looking at that opened window. I was on the verge of coming when I looked and saw Frank standing on the road, looking in, seeing me with his boss’s wife.

Frank was the new assistant trailer park supervisor. He was a dope with the brain the size of a walnut. He would walk up and down the streets of the park with a pair of oversized aviators, looking left and right with his hands on his hips, acting like the town sherif. He was determined to make Daryl like him, even though Daryl was always cussing him out and calling him a ‘blundering retard’.

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach—but that wasn’t enough to stop me from coming. I filled Brandi’s asshole with hot cream, making her scream. “Yes!” she yelled loudly. “Oh God, it feels so fucking warm!” She clenched my shaft hard with her tight asshole. Then, she stood up and pressed her fingers into that same hole, apparently wanted to feel my cum with her fingertips. It was a strange and somewhat off-putting sight. While she was doing that, I rolled over and rushed to the window, closing the curtain…

But the damage had been done. Frank saw me with his boss’s wife, and now, I couldn’t stop looking at that shotgun propped up against the wall. I was in deep shit.