TTA-Jen --- Trailer Trash Addict a series of pervasion
Written by Tanzer

Jen and her mother moved in next to me about four months ago. Actually, her name was Jennifer Allison Mary McCormick. I preferred Jen. She was twelve years old and just hitting puberty, that time of natural change where desires conflict with reason, the body conflicts with the mind and the child conflicts with the parent. A perfect time for me. Jen's mother was a looser, in every sense of the word. She held a job at the cannery downtown, but was often reprimanded and usually this close to being fired. Jen didn't know who her father was; I suspected her mother didn't have that information either, given her salacious nature. Jen saw a stream of men come and go, usually there for less than a week. I felt sorry for the young girl and befriended her shortly after they moved next door. Her mother didn't seem to care, since it was so much easier in her life if Jen was at my place. At least it helped her sex life.

I had first taken a keen interest in Jen quite by accident: Jen's bedroom was directly across from my second bedroom. When they had first moved in I had gone into that room to get a book and before turning on the light I noticed that I could see into Jen's room. She hadn't closed her curtains and I watched as she milled around, picking things up and dancing to the music of her small clock radio. That first night I watched as she got ready for bed, oblivious to her admirer (me) in the next trailer. I watched as she took off her T-shirt, exposing succulently small breasts, just the beginning of good things to come. I saw her small protuberances with their puffy red nipples. I was pleased that she didn't wear a bra. She held each gently, pushing them up to force cleavage and the gently pulling on her nipples. Then she took off her shorts and underwear in one fluid motion and I say the tiny, hairless slit between her legs. My erection was painful and immediate. I watched in fascination as she gently probed her own woman-hood, sticking her finger inside deeply and pulling it out to take a sniff. Then she hesitantly stuck the finger in her mouth and liking what she tasted, repeated the process several more times before eventually putting her little-girl pajamas on. She shut off the light shortly after that and I masturbated myself until I was raw.

Variations of this went on for the next week. Each night around 10:00 p.m. I'd go into my spare bedroom and sit in the dark, watching Jen get ready for bed. While she didn't always please herself, she always undressed. Most nights just seeing her lithe body and small breasts was enough. Then one night I noticed one of the young teen punks hanging out between our trailers, doing a peeping-tom number on Jen. I can't rationally explain my anger at his intrusion. I had a pretty good thing going I guess, and his involvement complicated matters. Unfortunately, he was clumsy, noisy and drew attention to himself before he'd even gotten a peep. The result was Jen realizing someone was watching and from then keeping her curtains and blinds shut tight. We both lost a great opportunity because of the punk's inexperience.

I made it my mission to find another way to watch Jen. Several weeks passed before I finally came up with an idea. I had no idea how to implement it, but at least I had an idea......(cont)