"Jesus H Christ!" She finally exclaimed madly. "You never last this fucking long in my cunt!" She was pissed - no doubt about that. Normally her mouth elicited a rather quick orgasm. Tonight it just wasn't happening.

"Sorry babe," I said, "Guess I have my mind on other things."

"Yeah, well fuck it then. You want relief you whack yourself." She replied, rolling over. Yep, she was pissed all right.

Barb wasn't a bad person. Despite her language and attitude, she was really okay. Well, to be honest she was one hell of a fuck. I didn't think of her much past that. But she didn't seem to care. I took care of her and her daughter, giving them money when they needed it. In turn she would fuck me just about any time I wanted. All in all a good deal for both sides.

I've always been attracted to a "rougher" woman. I'm a stockbroker and with my money, decent looks and demeanor I could be dating some of Chicago's finest ladies. But they were refined, practical, and particular. They wanted to go out all the time and to keep up appearances. Not Barb. She was just fine sitting in front of the TV giving me a good blow job, as long as I dropped a few bucks on the table before I left.

Thing was, it wasn't all sex. Barb was actually pretty funny when she wasn't angry about some personal injustice. And if she took the time she could actually make herself up to look quite beautiful. She was skinny but had long legs and small, pert breasts. The thing that attracted me to her was her sense of creativity. She was actually a cleaning lady at the building I work in. One evening when I was working late we connected. I don't even recall exactly how - it'd been a very rough day on the market and I was enjoying my second Jack straight. She came in to clean my office. The next thing you know we're flirting and laughing and then wham! She's on my desk and I'm fucking her like crazy. Strange thing, really.

So now I stop by a couple of times a week, we fuck like rabbits and I head home. Sometimes I stay the night, although I always worry about my Mercedes sitting on the concrete slab outside her trailer. It's pretty dumpy place to live, but it's not a bad trailer for just her and her twelve-year-old daughter Sally. Sally's a little slow. Not retarded by any means. She just seems to walk around in a haze most of the time, a goofy grin on her face. She's overly innocent, dangerously so now that she's starting to develop. I suspect that almost any guy could screw her silly if they just tried and she'd happily comply.

A few nights later I was back over at Barb's. We were sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV, a blanket strewn across our laps. I had my hand down the back of her sweatpants, fingering her like crazy as she slowly stroked my cock. Sally came home and Barb quickly removed her hand. I left mine where it was, driving Barb nuts as she tried to talk to her daughter as I fingered her. Sally was oblivious to her mother's "discomfort" and I thoroughly enjoyed the teasing.

Sally was a diamond in the rough. Environment played its nasty little tricks with her mind, but genetics had tried to compensate with one of the most wonderfully built bodies I'd ever seen. Sally had soft, slightly protruding hips, high cheekbones, sparkling eyes, straight teeth (despite an often-dismal diet) and incredibly firm tits. She had matured early and I'd seen many older guys do a double take as Sally walked by. She was oblivious to the reason for the attention though. The fact that her mother dressed her like an absolute slut didn't help slow the second looks down any. In fact, Barb had received several letters from the school complaining about Sally's short dresses and lack of a bra. Barb ignored the letters, saying that she wasn't violating any dress code so fuck 'em!

Sally talked to her mother for a few more minutes telling her about that evening's gymnastics class. It something I funded in order to get some private time with her mom. Plus it gave me a few fuck points with Sally's mom. As I continued to finger fuck her mom under that blanket I appreciatively looked at Sally's firm body. She was wearing shorts over a tight pink leotard, which afforded me a wonderful view of Sally's firm breasts. Finally Sally left to go change and after punching my shoulder, Barb went to use the bathroom. I waited until Barb was gone until going to the other end of the trailer where Sally's room was. The door was partially cracked and I caught delicious glimpses of Sally's naked body as she peeled of the leotard and stood naked in front of her mirror preening. Finally she put her shorts back on (no underwear, I noticed) and a tank top (with no bra.)

I turned to head back to the living room and immediately saw Barb at the end of the hall, hands on her hips and a pout on her face. She was as red as a beet and most certainly pissed. I tried to ignore her response and sat heavily on the couch. Barb was quiet for a few minutes then she asked, "Where you peeking at Sally?"

"Uhm, yeah. If you want the truth, yes, I was." I replied, knowing that a denial would be pretty stupid.

Barb thought about that for a moment and then said, "You think she's pretty?".....(cont)