Chapter 1: Peggy's Turn

Yeah, I fucked her. The cunt living in the double-wide next door, the one with the deck facing mine. Fuck I care she was married. I fucked her skank friend too. They both wanted it. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out.

I got sent home from the plant early Thursday because that bastard foreman has it in for me. Ever since his skeezy wife flirted with me at the goddamn company picnic. I mean, shit, she's a drunk and if he can't keep her sober or satisfied, well, not my fucking problem. I still laugh my ass off when I think about seeing her kiss him as soon as we got back to the table. I bet he got a whiff of her cockbreath. I'm fucked if she told him she sucked my dick though. Dickhead son of a bitch. Fucker sat me out Friday too.

When I rolled up to my single-wide my skanky neighbor bitch was sitting on her deck drinking beer with her whore friend.

"Hey shithead, what're you doing home so early. Get your sorry ass fired again for sticking your dick where it doesn't belong?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you, Pegs? You'd love to have me around here more so you could spend some quality time with my cock."

"You wish asshole. You think you're God's gift, but you're really just a big dick," she said, looked at Tina and they both burst out laughing.

"Yeah, yeah. Shit. She tell you, Tina? She begged me to fuck her after she'd had a few beers. She creamed all over my dick. Shit slut, you couldn't get enough."

"Yeah, she told me all about it. Said you had a nice dick for such an asshole."

"I did not!" Peggy shrieked and laughed and slapped Tina on the arm, knocking the cigarette out of her dirty hand.

"Well, how about it? You want some, Tina?" I smiled at her and grabbed my package. "I got plenty for you both," I said cheerily.

Tina rolled her eyes and said, "Fuck you."

"You mean, fuck me, don't you? Ha! See you cunts in a while. I'm gonna get a shower and something to eat," I said over my shoulder as I walked into my mobile. I looked around at the fucking mess and figured I'd clean it up later. Maybe. Shit. It hadn't been cleaned since I kicked my whore wife out six weeks ago, the bitch. Fucking my friends behind my back. Fuck. She took the kids with her and I hadn't heard from them in over a month. Don't even know how to get in touch with them. Shit, the way she was fucking around I got to wonder if they're even mine. Fucking cunt.

I heated some baked beans and ate them out of the can. Smoked a small bowl. Drank a couple of beers. I felt a little better. I took a shower to get the stink of work off me. Except it never completely comes off. Shit. I thought about applying to be a guard at the minimum security prison camp down the road. I figured that even if I was a dumb ass prison guard at least I wouldn't smell like blood and guts and shit all the time. Fucking hog house.

I grabbed a six-pack of Schlitz and a bottle of Jack and headed over to see how long it would take before I got my knob polished. I knew those skanks weren't shy, they just needed the right motivation.

"Hey sluts, I see you're still waiting for my big dick."

"That's right shithead, and I just won the fucking lottery," Peggy bitched out sarcastically and she and Tina doubled over in laughter. I spotted about 12 or 14 empties scattered around and figured they were about half fucked.

I plopped down in a tattered and wobbly aluminum folding chair, gave Tina x-ray eyes up and down then gave Peggy her turn and said, "Damn Peggy, that halter top makes your tits look so fucking ripe and juicy I just want to pluck 'em and take a bite."

"You can bite my ass, fuckface," she said and howled with more drunken laughter.

"Ha! That's my girl. And look at you Tina. Mmm mm mmm. I love the way those shorts ride up your pussy crack. Makes me want to lick you dry, girl."

"Jesus! How can a hot looking guy like you be such an asshole."

"Yeah, yeah, like I haven't heard that before. Here Tina, have some love," I said, took a swig and handed her the bottle of Jack. She looked me in the eye as if to say "fuck you too" as she pulled hard on it.

"Hey Pegs, where's that dipshit husband of yours? He go on another business trip with his boyfriend?" I teased.

"Fuck you, asshole, you don't know shit about us," Peggy said with heat behind her words, slammed her beer down and crossed her arms, her freckled tits mashed together and threatening to spill over her skimpy halter top."

That was a dead end so I changed the subject. "So why aren't you two gashes working?" I asked as I handed Peggy the bottle. She looked at me, ran her fingers through the top of her long, jet black hair, drawing it back and away from her pretty face that hinted at distant Asian ancestors, and licked the rim before taking a swig.

"Barry went out of town tonight on business so we decided to take off early and party a little," Peggy said more calmly as she handed me the bottle, her eyes tearing a little, from the scorch of the liquor on her throat was my guess. Then quietly, to nobody, "He's really good to me. He's really, really sweet."

"Yeah, so am I," I laughed and thought about how I was gonna fuck this whore's eyes out.

"What about your sorry ass boyfriend. He still as big a shit as he was in high school?" I directed to Tina.

Staring at her beer Tina said, "He's fucking around on me again. I don't know what his problem is, he's always been more of a limp dick than anything else. For me anyway, the son of a bitch." "Asshole," she said softly to herself as she wiped something out of an eye and looked off in the distance across the trailer park.

We all took another hit of Jack, let the warmth spread a bit. I pulled out a blunt, lit it and we passed it around.

"Hey asshole, you hear anything from that crazy slut you married?" Peggy asked, killing another beer.

"Fuck no. Don't know where that bitch is. And her fucked up family sure as hell won't tell me," I said and hit the Jack again.

We all sat in silence for a few minutes, our thoughts clawing back from where they didn't need to be.

Finally, with a grin, "Hey Tina, you know I seen Peg's sweet pussy up close and real personal. And I got to tell you, she's got the prettiest little cunt I've ever seen. But then, I haven't seen yours yet, have I," I said and noticed a small one-sided smile from Peggy.

"How about you spreading those skinny little legs and show me that cooze of yours," I smirked and handed her the bottle of Jack.

"Is this what you want to see, you twisted fuck?" she said as she took a slug, spread her grimy legs some and scootched down in the chair so her thin, grubby white shorts pulled tight against her crotch, spreading her cunt lips.

I got out of my chair and went over to the tiny skank. "Shit, she needs a shower," I thought but didn't say. Tina looked up at me through several strands of her shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. I leaned down, palmed the slut's cunt and massaged it while I mashed my mouth to hers. I jammed my tongue past her slightly crooked teeth and gave her a good scrubbing. My other hand pinched her little nipples.

I gave her cunt a final squeeze, pinched her nipple one last time, pulled away and said, "You are one fine piece of tail, Tina. I'm gonna love tappin' that tiny little ass of yours."

Tina was breathing hard, her hazel eyes blazed, making her pretty face even more beautiful in the fading twilight. Her mosquito bite titties pressed as hard as they could against her dingy gauze blouse. She had the top three buttons open, the next one buttoned and the tails tied together above her flat stomach. Some fag would say she looked two years out of date. I say she looked highly fuckable. Shit, even the long dark roots of her dyed hair looked hot.