Chapter 1

Sasha was a typical teenager, living at the Springville mobile home park. She was seventeen, hot as a firecracker, and doing what typical trailer park teens were doing those days.

That’s not the same as a typical American teenager in the spring of 2019. Most teenagers across the country around at that time would be deep in their last year of high school, planning for college, with prom coming soon, dressing “cool” and dating hot guys as top priority.

At the trailer park, typical teens were focused first on sex, and second on making money to get out of the trailer park. Sex often began early with the trailer park teens- sometimes experimenting with step-brothers or neighbors, sometimes as a result of inappropriate secret visits in the night from their mother’s live-in lovers or their creepy step-fathers. While their first experiences may have been awkward or unwanted, the girls soon came to appreciate the pleasure- and most of all the power, that their bodies gave them over men. So they began to learn to use their bodies, for pleasure and profit.

Quite often, the two priorities became twined together, as these hard-bodied, sexy teens discovered that older men not only made great sex partners, but that those same older men were willing to give them money-often hundreds of dollars at a time- for an hour or so of hot and sweaty sex. And unlike the sex they had with the teenage boys who lived with them in the park, the sex with older men lasted longer, and usually ended not only with a blast of cum, but also a very satisfying orgasm or two for the teenagers. Not to mention the wad of cash that they could demand from their older sex partners.

Sasha was one of these hot teens, and she was even hotter than most. Sasha had been blessed with a tall, skinny body with a tight, firm ass and long legs. But she also was blessed with a set of firm, torpedo-shaped b-cup titties that jutted erotically from her bony chest and needed no support from a bra under a camisole top or t-shirt. Sasha knew her tits were her best asset, and she showed them off in a variety of sexy outfits that never failed to attract attention from every male in sight. Lately, Sasha had gotten better at noticing the little things that indicated a man had money, and she had begun making sure that the men she actually allowed to touch her titties, suck her nipples, and thrust their hands down into her slutty little shorts were men with fat wallets to pay her for her favors. Despite her dark blonde hair cut short around her cherubic face, and her buck teeth overbite that made her appear slow and naïve, Sasha was well aware of her power, and was routinely making over $1,000 every weekend, fake hitch-hiking down the main street of Springville, sucking and fucking random men in expensive sedans. These older men were more than happy to give Sasha a wad of hundred-dollar bills, in exchange for sucking her hot puffy tits, and sinking their cock into her amazingly tight teenage cunt.

Sasha’s mother, Crystal. who had tried to raise her daughter right, had been shocked to find a pile of hundred-dollar bills in Sasha’s little trailer bedroom, and was even more shocked when the sassy teenager told her with not a hint of shame that she made the money “fuckin’ older men” who gave her whatever she asked for, after they got a taste of her “hot teenage pussy.” Sasha’s mother told Sasha that she was a sinful girl, and that she was taking her to a tent revival over the weekend, which featured a nationally famous preacher, known for healing the sick and baptizing the sinful around the country. Crystal told Sasha to pack a bag for the weekend because she was taking her to the revival outside of Dallas, and that Sasha would spend the weekend being cleansed of her wicked ways.

Sasha wasn’t too excited about losing a whole weekend, but she had met a few preachers in her short career as a teenage hooker, and knew that preachers were men too, and gave in to the same lust that other men did. Sasha figured this famous preacher would be no different than other preachers, who were happy to slip her a few c-notes for a feel of her tits and a chance to fuck her hot teen pussy. And a famous preacher like this one would also have lots of money coming in, that he could afford to pay for her services. So she packed her skimpiest little camisole, and her tightest little cutoffs, and a couple of cutoff t-shirts for the hot weather of the tent revival. Crystal was glad Sasha didn’t fight her over the weekend trip and decided not to argue with the sassy teen over her dirty wardrobe choices and the overall slutty look her daughter flaunted as they drove the highway toward Dallas. When they stopped at a hot rest stop for a bathroom break and a bottle of water, Crystal was shocked to see Sasha blatantly show off her body to an old trucker, walking in front of him, and giving him a dirty smile as he admired her long legs in the high-heeled sandals, and the bit of tight ass cheek she showed when she bent down in front of him to get a bag of chips from the lowest shelf in the store. There was nothing Crystal could do when her teenage daughter flipped her off, as she walked off with the dirty trucker, his hand alternately grabbing her ass cheek, and sliding under the waistband of the worn-out jean cutoffs.

Sasha just smiled at her mother when she hopped down from the semi-truck fifteen minutes later, her camisole sticking lewdly to her perspiration-soaked tits, and her short blond hair stuck in dirty strings to her neck, with what appeared to be streaks of cum along the inside of her thighs. In her hand, she held a thick wad of bills, which she shoved into the back pocket of her jean shorts as she hopped back into the car.

“You are a filthy slut, Sasha,” Crystal said quietly as the teen leaned back in her seat, her firm tits almost fully revealed under her sweat-soaked camisole. Sasha just smiled and flipped her mother the middle finger, as she smiled at the men who walked past their car, and stared in at the sexy teen flaunting her amazing tits.

“I think you’re just jealous that I know how to use my body to make so much fuckin’ money, ma!” Sasha said with a sneer. “Hell, I could just hang out at this rest stop the rest of the day, and take home a couple thousand dollars, if we wasn’t goin’ to your stupid revival.”

“Well, we are going to the revival, and that preacher is going to make you into a proper, God-fearing woman,” Crystal said to the teen.

“We’ll see,” laughed Sasha, leaning back and closing her eyes to sleep the last hours of the road trip.

When they got to their hotel, Crystal noticed that the preacher’s big revival bus, emblazoned with the preacher’s name and the message, “God loves you!” was parked behind the hotel. Sasha was intrigued as well, since she had once been picked up by a couple of rich guys driving a similar Class-B motorhome, equipped with air-conditioning, big plush beds, and a wood-paneled kitchen and a fully equipped bar. She remembered that the rich old guys had not only paid her over $2,000 for the night, they had also given her two of her best screaming orgasms ever. She remembered enjoying several hours of the two guys eating her tender young pussy, followed by hours of hard fucking by the surprisingly well-endowed 50-something men.