Mr Jones bides his time

Mr. Jones leaned back, admiring Candy's tight body. Her amazingly perky breasts were topped with luscious pink nipples. The curve of her slim waist leading to her wider hips, the beginnings of the crease between her legs hinted at her pussy. Candy sat the pitcher down, Her head swimming suddenly as the massive amount of booze she'd just drank hitting her all at once.

She pulled her tank top back down, the fabric bunched up so her tight midriff was still exposed. She did not pull her sweatpants back up. The air conditioner felt great on her fever hot body. She turned around, feeling the AC on her torso as the sweat dripped off of her. Mr Jones watched as she wiped her forehead with her shirt, again exposing her exquisite breasts. She tugged at her sweatpants, fanning herself with the fabric.

"Just take em' off. Not like I haven't seen you at the pool. You look like you are about to fall over from heat stroke." Mr Jones said. Candy hesitated. Her drunken mind saw the logic. Besides, Mr Jones seemed trustworthy enough. His big, ogrish face was that of an honest man used to honest work..

Jimmy Jones couldn't believe it. Candy slid her sweatpants down her long, smooth legs. The thong she wore was semi sheer, and nearly transparent from her sweat. She sat down, and sighed. It did feel better. Jones handed her a beer. She popped the top without a second thought, and started to drink. Part of her brain warned her. She was about to pass out. She was about to pass out in Ronnie's room with her pants off.

"Mr. Jones..." she said. He turned to look at her. "You won't let Ronnie find me like this, will you? I don't wanna...don't wanna..." Her eyes were getting heavy. Mr. Jones leaned forward, his heavy hand landing on her soft thigh. "I think I made a mistake.." she said as his calloused palm slid upward, pulling her sedated leg apart. The last thing she felt before passing out was his bratwurst size fingers sliding under the hem of her panties, and over her smooth pussy lips. Her confused expression and slight gasp as his fingers slid into her soaking wet cunt elicited the same maniacal grin that Ronnie had shown her.

"Don't worry, Candy. He won't find ya' in this tight of condition." And with that, Candy was out. Jimmy Jones stood up, and unceremoniously tore her thong from her body, leaving a thin line of pink, tender skin where the elastic waistband was. He reached under her legs, and folded her in half; exposing her light pink, flowery pussy lips. "If I didn't know where you'd been..." he thought, his mouth watering. Still, he had no idea who else Ronnie might have taken advantage of. Best not to risk it. He worked his meaty fingers back into her, satisfied with the warm coating on them.

She was shifting on the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness. Her eyes would open, she would weakly push on his forearm as he worked her wet cunt, and then she'd be still again. Jimmy Jones was an industrious man, and didn't let any of that distract him from the work at hand. "Mr. Jones...I don't.." she mumbled.

"Aw Hell." he said, dropping her legs to the bed. He stood up, blocking the Sun from the window and the AC. She shifted on the bed, her leg falling open as her head lolled from side to side. His thick cock ached under his coveralls. "Guess you'll be awake enough to know what's happenin'. Nothing I can do, darlin'. You drank me dry. Well, almost dry." he said with a chuckle, sliding the straps off his massive shoulders.

It was Dale. Jones watched through the blinds as he walked up the steps to the trailer, a large package under his arm. "Shit." Jones thought. He knew Dale never left a package as theft was far too common in the trailer park, and could clearly see the beat up old truck outside. The bell rang. Jimmy Jones looked down, his swollen cockhead mushroomed against Candy's slightly winking asshole, and watched as her head lolled from side to side. He tried to ignore Dale as he pushed forward, seeing her anal ring stretch as his thick cock slid forward, engulfing his cockhead slowly until it was inside her. She whimpered loudly as his shaft slid into her. "SHIT!" Jones thought, hoping Dale hadn't heard it over all the racket of his knocking.

He looked down, gritting his teeth as he slowly pulled it out, seeing her stretched hole slowly close back to its normal size. Jones cursed, and stuffed a pair of Ronnie's filthy underwear in her mouth before sliding the straps to his coveralls back over his massive torso.

"Jimmy. It Dale. C'mon, get off the couch. Gotta package 'ere for Ronnie." He knocked hard as Jones stood, awkwardly trying to stuff his huge, hairy cock into his coveralls.

"Wake up, Hoss." he said again, ringing the doorbell a second time.

Jones shook the trailer as he walked to the door, opening it just enough to reach his hairy arm out.

"What's that boy of yer's buyin' anyway? You give him too much allowance fer as little work he does." Dale said, sweat staining the old trucker hat he wore. He was a weathered man in early 50's that sported a beer belly and five days worth of stubble. Jones suspected he was dealing drugs on the side to pay for his wife's medical bills. He was also the resident poker host for the trailer park, a fact which Jones was quickly reminded of. "Besides, you still owe me $37.50 from last week's game, and another $50 from the week before."

The gears in Jimmy's wicked mind started turning again. "Say, Dale..."

OPTION ONE:

"If I bring some entertainment tonight to the game, can we call it square?" Jones ask, tossing the package aside.

"Well, guess that depends on the nature of the entertainment." Dale pulled his hat off, and wiped his forearm across his sweaty brow. Jones debated on whether to invite him in to see Candy or not. If she was just drunk and passed out, maybe. But no. Tied up with sweat-stained britches in her mouth...nah, he couldn't risk Dale getting a conscience.

"Trust me. She'll suit you and the boys just fine." Jones said with a grin. Dale screwed his face up, thought about it, and nodded. "Right. I'll bring her by in a couple 'a hours." Dale grinned back. His wife was in the hospital getting her galbladder checked and wouldn't be home until the next morning.

"Suits me. I'll call the guys. Better not be one of them Jewess strippers like last time." he said, walking back to his truck.

"Don't worry. Just a young lady that owes me a favor." Jones said with a wave and a grin. He closed the door, and turned around. Candy was still laying there, tied up in controller cords. Jones checked his watch. Ronnie would be home from school in half an hour. "Guess I'll have to make this quick." he said under his breath, and slid the straps back off. His erection thundered to life as he spread her legs again. Candy whimpered again. He pulled the dirty underwear out of her mouth, letting her breathe.

"Dale...dale don't go..." she said in a slur. Jones drew her legs up against his body with one arm, and held his cock with the other. Candy gasped as he pressed his cockhead into her asshole. Her legs shook as his foreskin drew back, the thick head spearing deep into her as his massive shaft filled her slowly. "Don't go..." she said again in almost a whisper as he leaned into the thrust, burying his cock all the way in before drawing it back out slowly.

"I could see how a man could get used to this." he thought as her tight, tight ass gripped his cock. Jimmy pushed it in again, causing a shudder to run through her body as he settled into a slow, forceful rhythm. Her tight young body shook under the assault as Jimmy grabbed her hips and forced her backwards as he stabbed forward, impaling her again and again. He grunted and huffed. "still, nothing like the real thing."

Jimmy slid his cock out her ass and in the next thrust buried it deep into her soaking wet sex. Candy tensed up and squirmed, the sudden fullness sending an unexpected shockwave of sensation through her numbed mind. She'd never felt anything like this before. She started to breathe in short gasps as Jones hammered into her shaven cunt harder and faster.