Auburn Bluegrass Ch. 02

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He returns seeking revenge, but finds the unexpected!
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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 11/23/2017
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Sitting in my parked car behind some bushes, I reviewed recent events in my head. I was visiting my friend Timothy at his trailer park when I met... Cordelia, no Mary-Elizabeth.

Mary-Elizabeth and I snuck off for a quickie on a patch of fine Kentucky bluegrass. Later I realized that she was both married and had given me a fake name.

I didn't stick around to see how the rest of the night was going to go down, I changed clothes and disappeared to where I was now.

I wasn't angry... well maybe a little. There were rednecks, and hillbillies out searching in the dark for me. Retreat wasn't my style. I looked at my reflection in the rear-view mirror of my car trying to decide what to do next?

I could easily drive out of state and forget about it all; however there was no fun in that. Back in my time with the Dutch Army, we had something called Tegenaanval, which was to always follow every withdrawal with an attack!

I used Tegenaanval when I was in Afghanistan pinned down by a sniper to good effect; I was determined to use it again tonight!

Climbing out of my Lexus, I popped the trunk for my third costume change of the day. I put on an old pair of glasses, with the frames removed, a grey wig, and a fresh set of clothes. Once dressed, I took an airline pillow out and shoved it up my shirt.

Strolling back into the trailer park at a very leisurely pace I enjoyed the warm Kentucky summer night. The mosquitoes were gone and the moon was out briefly, it was very nice. In the low light I looked like a different person, however if the sun were up, I'd certainly look like a bad Halloween costume.

A man in his thirties with a can of beer in each hand ran up to me, he tried to catch his breath as he spoke.

"Excuse me sir." He tried to say.

I put on my best southern drawl as I spoke. "Yes?"

"Did you see a man around forty, with short hair and white clothes go by?" He said.

"No, I can't rightly say I have." I replied carefully.

"Ok, thank-you!" He said running off, "Have a good night!"

I stood there in the dark confused; that conversation made no sense at all. Shaking my head, I started walking, I had a mission to accomplish.

When I found the trailer, I looked around before climbing on top. It had been years since I shimmied up a building, but it all came back easily to me. Finding the opening on the roof, I stuffed the wig and glasses inside the pillow before setting it aside.

I stuck my head in listening carefully; it sounded unoccupied, which worked with my plan. Turning around, I slipped my feet in then lowered myself in.

I quietly adopted a crouch, I knew it'd be hours before he returned, but when he did, I'd be ready to pounce!

"My lord," a woman's voice said from the darkness of the trailer. "I see that you've returned?"

I froze, I hadn't heard any breathing when I did my listening check. This complicated things greatly. I turned around to face the voice, if they were armed, I was sunk!

"You didn't come here to see little old me did you honey?" I recognized the voice, it was Mary-Elizabeth!

"Uh..." I was at a complete loss for words.

"You were here for my dear husband weren't you?" She said casually.

Her calm frank demeanor left me off balance. I couldn't think of a lie, so I decide to go with the truth.

"Sort of..." I said quietly.

"Sweet-heart, did you know what he had planned for you?" She asked.

I shrugged, then remembered that she couldn't see me.

"I'm guessing it involved some rope and a tree?" I said with a smile.

"Heavens no! We're not Democrats!" She said with what sounded like dry humour.

I knew enough about the US to know that I didn't understand that statement. I decided to stay quiet.

"Sweet-heart, let me tell you. We both love the south, and the Confederacy, but we are God-fearing folks, there is absolutely no hate in our hearts!" She sounded dead serious.

"So if he wasn't going to hang or burn me at the stake, what was his plan?" I said sternly.

Mary-Elizabeth started laughing. I didn't know what was so funny, but I hoped that if she had a rifle, she had the safety on.

"Honey! He was going to initiate you!" She said amid her laughter.

I was confused.

"The last time I was initiated I had to stand on a table with my pants down, a beer in one hand and a rifle in the other." I said. "I had to drink the beer before I could put out the burning toilette paper!"

She couldn't stop laughing at that. I didn't mean to make her giggle, but until I could verify the presence of a weapon, humour wouldn't hurt.

"Honey, that's the funniest thing I've ever done heard!" She said finally catching her breath. "That's why you have such a hot ass!"

I couldn't help but laugh as well. I knew how to drink, so it wasn't a problem, but the other recruits weren't as swift that night.

"So what did he have in mind?" I asked.

"He was going to shake a can of beer and spray it all over you!" She said bursting into laughter all over again.

I was bamboozled, none of what she said had made any sense. I knew that Americans were unique amongst the English speaking world, but this truly took the cake.

"Mary-Elizabeth, if that is your real name..." I started to say. "What was the point of it?"

"We're a group of swingers! We wanted to initiate you into the group!" She said emphatically.

I once was blind, but now I could see what was going on. It all made sense now! The beer cans, the polite dude in the dark. I felt so stupid.

When I didn't respond Mary-Elizabeth kept speaking. "Your friend Timothy, and his wife belong to the group."

Snapping out of my fog of confusion, I couldn't help but laugh. He tried to tell me not to leave. Mary-Elizabeth joined into the laughter.

"So how do I join?" I asked whipping my eyes.

"Tomorrow act surprised when they surround you." She said smiling, "They'll shake their beers, and then spray you! After that you're in!"

I shook my head, I was felt so embarrassed. I looked up through the roof vent, the stars above twinkled.

"I shall do my best to act surprised." I said. "I'll see you tomorrow perhaps?"

I bent at the knees, I was going to leap straight up, grab the sides of the vent and pull myself out.

"Where are you going?" Mary-Elizabeth said. "My husband is out chasing you, and I want some lovin!"

I noticed that she didn't call me sugar, or something like that, it was time for lovin indeed! I took a deep breath before removing all my clothes and piling them on the floor. If these odd people wanted to bath me in beer, then share their wives with me, I was more than willing to join!

I followed Mary-Elizabeth's voice to her, she explained how their swinger club worked, no sex in public, and most importantly always respect a no. After the applause I got during my run that morning, I had a feeling I'd get very few women declining to be with me.

I bumped into her bed; although I had been in that very room eighteen hours before, it was so dark, I had to grope around.

"I'm over here." She said.

Climbing on top of her, I noticed that she was naked with her legs wide open. As we kissed, I felt around for that gun I suspected she had. If she was setting me up, I wanted to be ready.

"What on earth are you reaching for?" She asked me. "We don't need condoms, and unless you're going down on me, I'm already well lubricated."

"I like to make the creampies, not to eat them." I said rubbing my cock against her.

"Oh! I do declare that someone is very glad to see me!" Mary-Elizabeth said grasping my rod and lining it up with her pussy.

Like a hot knife in butter, I sank into her. She was incredibly wet! She must have gotten very aroused talking to me in the dark.

Like a greyhound in a race, I took off as soon as I was inside her. I pumped my pelvis in and out of her repeatedly. She held me by the shoulders and moaned loudly; Mary-Elizabeth had no fear of attracting attention to her trailer.

I slowed my pace, as I tried to find her face, I wanted to kiss her on the lips, and more importantly I wanted those tits of hers. Her lips were soft, and her breath smelled good, as if she brushed.

Placing a hand on each breast, I squeezed them roughly, then leaning forward I put my face on the top of her shoulder. If I was to join a swinging club, it was time for me to do some advertising. My lips ducked deeply upon her flesh, and my teeth nibbled as my tongue flicked across her reddening skin.

While I was doing this, I started fucking her with greater speed than before. My plan was to distract her with sex while I marked her, it succeeded very well! She placed one hand on my bicep, and the other on the back of my head.

I thrusted with the power of a rocket ship each time I plowed into her; the slaps of our bodies rang in our ears as I left my mark on her. When I felt satisfied, I pulled my head up, then placed her large legs on my shoulders.

"I'm not a monkey!" She said laughing. "I don't think my body will bend that way!"

I ignored her pleas as I started to lift. If someone were to turn on a light, they'd see us in a modified pile-driver. She squealed in delight as I went up on my knees and fucked downwards!

I wish I could have seen the look on her face, most ladies turn a special shade of red in the face as the blood rushes to their head. It's also cool to see breasts flipped inside down.

I felt her hands propping herself up, her qualms about the position now forgotten. Her words were incoherent at this point, but she may have been saying fuck me harder over and over again.

Like Adam with the apple, I was very tempted to sin. I wanted really badly to pull out and hose her down with my man-made coconut juice, however I remembered that she was very fond of creampies.

I lowered her, then pulled out; her nails dug into my knees, she didn't want to let me leave! Grabbing an ankle I started to roll her over, she didn't resist; if anything I suspected that she wanted to see what position I'd show her next.

Once on her stomach she tried to rise to her hands and knees; that wasn't the position I wanted her in. A gentle push between her shoulder blades and she got the hint. I then shimmied forward with one hand on her hip, the other I used to slide my ebony rod back in.

She was incredibly wet! I wondered if I was the only man that day to park a load inside her womb, then decided I didn't care. Staying on my knees I grasped her ankles. I had turned her into a human wheel barrow, and it was time to put her to work!

Sweat formed on my brow, I could also feel the heat coming from her body. It may have been the hot muggy air; they didn't have air conditioning, but I knew better.

Mary-Elizabeth tried to help, she didn't seem like the sort of woman who just laid on her back. The position I had her in, she was unable to do much aside from laying submissively.

Like a volcano ready to erupt, I could feel the first earthquakes deep within my testicles. I wanted this to be memorable for her. I stood up and stepped off the bed.

"Where did you go?" Mary-Elizabeth said.

"Get over here!" I barked loudly.

She didn't argue, she climbed off the bed, ass first towards me. I pushed between her shoulder blades to bend her over.

"What do you have planned for me?" she asked sweetly.

The part of my brain that thinks of clever things to say was completely shut off. It was time for me to close this deal!

For the third time this evening I pushed my member into her, she grunted as she adjusted to my size. Like a Jockey leaping upon a horse, I wasted no time, I grasped her by the hips as I rammed my man-meat into her.

SLAP!!

Was the sound of my hand on her ass. She took it like a well trained slut.

SLAP!!

The sounds of my hand on her bottom rang through her trailer. Had a neighbour walked by, they'd hear the loud violent blows, and wonder what was happening. I didn't care! My time behind her was almost at an end.

In the darkness, I couldn't admire my handiwork, but I knew I had left her posterior rather pink. I wanted to land some more, but it was time for my volcano to blow.

Squeezing her hips I plowed faster than before. Each time I pulled back, I left just the tip inside her, this I followed this by a smashing of my body against hers.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!" I yelled in the dark trailer.

Like the battle of Roanoke Island, my semen spiller forth in an amphibious assault of her womb. Had her husband parked any sperm inside her earlier, they surly would have been completely defeated by my swimmers.

"Ooooohhhhh!!" Mary-Elizabeth cried out clenching the bedsheets.

I didn't think I could have produced so much white-goo, but I could feel it pumping out of me into her. If her pussy were a gas tank, it was certainly full!

We stayed very still, breathing slowly. I didn't try to pull out, and she didn't reach for any hidden weapons.

As the blood started pumping to parts other than my sex organs, I began to take note of my surroundings. I could hear crickets outside along with the crackling of wood in a fire. My eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness of the trailer.

"Darling, I think it's about time for you to get dressed and go." Mary-Elizabeth said in a sweet tone.

I pulling out, I dressed quickly. Mary-Elizabeth found me in the dark before I made my final escape.

"Honey, my husband will return any moment now." She started to say. "Would you want to stay the night with us?"

"I want to, I really do." I said pulling her naked body close to mine. "But I need to let Timothy know I'm alright."

We kissed deeply, my tongue wrestling with hers. My hands roamed her body, finally ending on her breasts. I tugged on her nipples wishing we had time for one more go!

"My lord, are you trying to milk me?" She said laughing.

"If I had the time, I'd certainly try to find out!" I said kissing her again.

I froze in place when I heard a rattle outside. Mary-Elizabeth said it might be her husband. I knew it was time for me to go. I bent at the knees then leapt towards the stars above. Grabbing the frame of the vent, I pulled myself out.

Laying still on top of the trailer I listened as her husband came in sounding defeated and tired.

"Mary-Elizabeth," he said, "We couldn't find him anywhere!"

"That's awful dear." She said from the bed.

"The boys and I compared notes, he must have changed his clothes three times!" He said from below me.

"Come here dear, and tell me all about it." Mary-Elizabeth said.

"We really wanted to 'splash him' into the club and have an orgy!" He replied in a sad tone.

I could hear him taking his clothes off in the same spot I was in moments before. He then dragged his feet towards the bedroom.

"He's probably half-way to Tennessee!" He said, I could hear the bed springs under his weight.

There was no speaking for a long while, although it did sound as if they were kissing.

Suddenly the muffled sounds were broken by speaking. "I recognize that taste!"

"What ever is the matter dear?" Mary-Elizabeth asked.

"He was here!" The man declared loudly! "He was here!!"

I had to stifle a laugh at this.

"Why didn't you tell me he stopped by!" He said laughing. "It's still warm! He must have just left!"

I took this as my cue to leave, I started making my way to the side of the trailer. When I arrived at Timothy's trailer, he was standing outside smoking.

"Did you kill anyone?" He asked taking a drag on his smoke.

"Would you help me hide the body if I did?" I said in reply.

Timothy exhaled a stream of smoke before he spoke. "I'm sick of seeing dead bodies, but I suppose so."

"Good to know!" I said taking a step forward to shake his hand.

"I told you not to run." Timothy said.

"What would you have done?" I asked.

Timothy tossed his cigarette on the ground, then stepped on it.

"I would have burned the fucking place down." He said calmly.

We both chuckled loudly, a loud shush came from his trailer.

"Don't mind her," Timothy said. "Cynthia's been dying to get you into the club."

"Go in and send her out, I know the perfect spot to take her." I said smiling.

Timothy smiled but didn't move.

"How did you deal with that sniper back in Afghanistan?" He asked.

"I did what I did best." I replied, Timothy made a confused face, so I continued. "I took my clothes off. Then I ran from cover to cover yelling out the different names for Allah to keep him confused."

Timothy started laughing, much louder than before. Cynthia's shush silenced him.

"So did it work?" he asked smiling.

"Let's just say that virgins were the least of his worries." I said. "Now go get me your wife!"

Grinning from ear to ear, Timothy winked at me before going into his trailer.

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3 Comments
MitchFraellMitchFraellabout 6 years ago
What?

"I put on an old pair of glasses, with the frames removed" What are these?

VickieTernVickieTernover 6 years ago
Fuck!

That's an expletive, an imperative, advice, and celebration!

bayernpeter1bayernpeter1over 6 years ago
Only idiotic!!

Whats exciting at that crap???

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