WHITE TRASH TRAILER PARK 1 by Evil Alex

Writer: Evil Alex

Subject:  WHITE TRASH TRAILER PARK 1

Link: LS666 Email / 01.09.2026

White Trash Trailer Park I

Alison walked through the trailer park. Her husband had died and left them broke. Her brother-in-law had offered them a double-wide in the trailer park he owned for free. She didn’t like him, and he didn’t like her. That was clear on seeing the place.

She’d had to take the kids out of school, away from their friends. The park was filled with a combination of hippies, bikers, and poor white trash, all of them drunk or high on something and walking around half naked or wearing nothing at all, half of them fat as fuck, and the other half too skinny from some drug. She’d found a waitress job, one of the old ladies in the park ran a daycare, and within three months she would have something new and they’d get away from this place.

She waved to her new neighbor, Taylor, who really did look like a three-hundred-pound Taylor Swift, and rarely wore more than daisy dukes and a white tank top without a bra. And even though they’d only moved in that day, they’d already met her boyfriend, who was just as white trash as her, as the two sat outside openly smoking weed half naked before having loud nasty sex inside with the windows open so all the kids running around got a sex-ed lesson.

Nearby, a heavily tattooed biker couple offered her a beer and some crank, and then just started fucking in front of them, which led her to hurry the kids away. Half-naked kids ran around the place, and part of her appreciated that there was a pond and the kids hung around outside; the nudity bothered her, especially looked at some of the adults. The old lady who ran the day care seemed nice but also a fat, tattooed old hippie. Three months. Max.

Six months later …

It had been slammed all day, so Alison was taking her lunch break at the end of her shift, and she was bent over the picnic table behind the diner, taking it up the ass from Lee, a fry cook half her age. She hated her job, but this kid who kept taking a break when she had hers kept pushing food from the menu on her. It wasn’t long before she gave in, abandoning her healthy diet for the free fried crap on the menu.

Her vegetarianism was abandoned after he made her a bacon cheeseburger, the taste of which was orgasmic. After that, it wasn’t long before she flirted back and smoked cigarettes with him, which she told herself was because she appreciated the attention. When she finally gave in, she told herself it was because it had been so long since she’d had sex. When she kept coming back day after day, she told herself that he put something in the food, but after a few weeks, she had to admit that he just had a massive cock and was good at making her cum harder than anyone ever had.

She knew that he had tattoos and that from the way he talked, he was just as white trash as the people who lived in the trailer park. Usually he fucked her from behind. She was strict and careful and insisted that he fuck her in the butt, which he was happy to do. Today she’d had to work through her break and hadn’t eaten in forever.

He let her eat; he said he enjoyed watching her eat, and since his shift was over too, when she finished eating, he’d taken his shirt off and flipped her over onto her back so she could watch him fuck her no longer tight shithole. It gave her a view of a lot of his tattoos. He was covered with them, and every one was racist or satanic, ranging from the large pentagram with various symbols and writing covering his back to a Confederate flag and, over his heart, something that made her heart skip a beat. A large swastika tattoo.

Alison knew that she should have run away on seeing it. Run off screaming and get as far away as possible. But he was balls deep inside her, and without thinking, she locked her legs against his butt to make sure he wouldn’t go anywhere.

All she could see was that tattoo, and all she could think about was how much smaller her husband had been, how he had never fucked her like this. He just kept pounding away inside her ass until she came, repeatedly. That was the worst part, the multiple orgasms after seeing what he really was. It didn’t horrify or disgust her; it didn’t make her pull away and get dressed. No, it made her cum even harder.

She managed to get home in a daze, but she was on the floor shaking. She didn’t even know why, really. It’s not like she saw a future with a boy closer to her kids’ age than hers. She didn’t know what she felt except confused and disgusted and horny, and she almost jumped when she heard the knock on the screen door. There he was. Shirtless in jeans and a Confederate flag trucker hat. Showing off his tattoos.

“You forgot your purse,” Lee said, holding it up.

She opened the screen door and let him. He took off his trucker hat as he entered, which she found charming.

“How did I forget that? God, you must have really fucked my brains out. I’m amazed I could drive home.”

She realized what she said as soon as the words left her mouth, and she turned bright red.

He smiled.

“When will your kids be home?”

“An hour.”

“Well, I can leave in fifty. Are you going to be a good Southern girl and offer Daddy a tour of your home?”

She gulped, struggling to breathe.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He stopped towards her, pressing his chest against hers.

“Good girl,” he said, cupping her ass and kissing her.

She led him into the bedroom, trembling. He fucked her until she squirted all over her sheets, and then fucked her again until she nearly passed out. Soaking the sheets and the mattress so bad she couldn’t sleep there that night. At lunch, he always fucked her asshole. That day in her bedroom, he came in her pussy – twice.

No mention of condoms or birth control. He took control of her, body and soul, and “Daddy’s good girl” never raised the issue. He was gone before her kids got home. Before he left, she was on her stomach licking his cock clean like an obedient little slut. Not caring about his tattoos. As she finished, he removed his pentagram amulet from around his neck and placed it around hers.

“Say thank you, Daddy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He left with time to spare, but she was still in a daze when she heard the kids arrive. She barely had time to pull on her panties and a shirt. Of course her bush spilt out of her underwear, one butt cheek was hanging out, and the shirt clung to her sweaty skin, riding up like a crop top and showing off her bellybutton, her hard nipples showing off she had no bra.

The kids asked if they could wear less clothes and still cock-dazed, she said sure, it was hot, so when it’s just them in the house they should be comfortable. The kids stripped without a moment of self-consciousness. If she had been more alert, she would have noted something strange about that.

An hour later, when her two oldest kids came home, they noticed their mom’s hair, the potential new siblings leaking down her thighs, and how the house and her bedroom smelled in spite of opening all the windows. Plus their naked younger siblings.

One of them asked about her pretty new necklace, and she said it was a gift from a coworker, feeling the cum inside her as she touched the pendant.

After the kids went to sleep, she dreamed of Lee and a pack of hot, hung Nazi boys gang-banging her silly in the middle of a pentagram in a cave surrounded by fire. One blood covered nazi finished in her mouth, and a demon stood before her with a monstrous cock that she greedily swallowed.

Afterwards she sat on Lee’s lap like he was Santa rubbing her big pregnant belly asking if that was what she wanted, and as cum leaked out of all her holes she just giggled, “Yes Daddy,” as she nuzzled his neck. Catching a glimpse in a mirror that she had a big belly ready to burst, her body covered in matching tattoos. She woke from the dream and reached for her vibrator, turning the speed up so the sound would drown out her morals and conscience as she came.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE