The Mobile Home Park

Soon thereafter, the mobile home was finished. It was a new construction on an acre. It met their present needs, although Douglas grimly realized they were probably fucked if a hurricane hit. They christened their new home with a baby shower for Faith, which doubled as her nineteenth birthday. Her trashy parents and jailbait sister Jenny showed up, with a smattering of other friends and family. Afterwards, the two sat on the couch. Faith leaned over, giving Douglas a wet, happy kiss. This was so much better than the 20 year old mobile home she'd grown up in.

"You want to fuck, baby?" she said. She was a horny bitch now that she was pregnant and Douglas was hers, she was learning. She had a clear baby bump, and her cheeks were dimpled from indulging in her cravings a little too much, but she was still cute.

"I thought we might try something I never got to do with my ex," Douglas said. Faith raised her eyebrows.

"I thought we didn't mention her name, baby. What wouldn't she do?" Faith asked, her curiosity piqued. He pulled a bottle of anal lube out of the drawer. Faith wrinkled her nose.

"I thought that was a sin," Faith said. "But okay."

It was not a satisfactory experience for her. It hurt, because Douglas wasn't patient. And when it did start feeling good, he came. She sighed, her ass leaking cum. She remembered listening to her friends talk about how good sex was. And here she was, getting 5 inches for 5 minutes. Was this all it was cracked up to be?