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"What you want to do?" Durwood 'Woody' Smith asked.

"Dunno. You?" Tommy Thompson shrugged.

"Dunno," Woody said and both boys perked up slightly as a car pulled into the trailer park.

It was 'Two Ton Tammy,' the large woman that lived in Trailer 9. They did not know the woman's actual name; Denise, the beanpole that lived in Trailer 11, right next to the woman had graced the very heavy woman with that nickname and it had stuck. Both eighteen year old boys nodded politely and returned the heavyset woman's friendly wave as she drove past Trailer 3.

"That's what? Fourth or fifth time she's been by here?" Woody observed.

"Yeah I guess. What, what you think she's doing?" Tommy asked, watching as the car came to a stop in front of the woman's trailer.

"So, man, what, what you want to do?" Woody asked again.

"Same thing as two seconds ago, Dude. I don't know. What? What is there to do?" Tommy asked, exasperated.

The sun was no longer bearing down on them, baking them. The steps faced east, so the sun was now behind Woody's Mom's trailer. This meant that Woody's room would be an oven; the sunlight pouring into the small bedroom through the cheap, inefficient vinyl blinds.

"Wish they'd clean the damned pool," Tommy said, looking down the gravel drive toward the above-ground swimming pool.

"Yeah, like that's ever going..." Woody said, then paused.

"What?" Tommy asked, looking over at Woody.

"Dude, didn't, didn't Old Man Dempsey die or something?" Woody asked, now looking north, past the sagging above ground pool and the lopsided swing set and slide.

"Old, yeah, yeah what? About maybe a month gone," Tommy agreed, also looking beyond the edge of the gravel drive, the old, weathered playground equipment.

"Remember? He had that what it, that pond back there, was" Woody said.

"Yeah!" Tommy enthused, remembering the pond behind the large barn that sat behind the large home.

"Think, think it's still there?" Tommy now asked, looking at Woody.

"Only one way to find out," Woody said, getting to his feet and dusting his rear end off.

"Yeah!" Tommy agreed, getting to his feet.

Tommy was five feet, nine inches in height and weighed one hundred and forty nine pounds. In high school, he had been on the soccer team and while he was good, he'd not been good enough to get a scholarship to any of the local colleges. His blond hair was threaded through with brown, dirty blond some would call it. His tanned face was square, handsome, except for a chipped tooth right in front. Because of that small imperfection, Tommy rarely smiled, showing his teeth.

Woody was five feet, ten inches and never let Tommy forget that he had one inch on his friend. Weighing one hundred and forty pounds, he was slightly thinner than Tommy. Being a baseball player, he had worked out dilegnetly and had good definition to his chest and arms. His brown hair was thick, especially since he'd not had a haircut since five weeks before their graduation from high school. His hazel eyes were large, inquisitive eyes on his handsome face.

Walking in the brutal summer heat, the two best friends continued their mindless chatter. Every now and then, one friend would jostle the other friend or make a disparaging remark. They would tussle with one another for a moment, then think of a fitting retort and continue their trek from trailer park to Old Man Dempsey's property.

The sun was brutal and the humidity unforgiving. Both boys were drenched in sweat by the time they walked up the roughly poured concrete driveway of the large home. The front lawn was in need of trimming and the ornate flower boxes in front of the house needed tending to. There were no vehicles visible in front of the house as the two boys veered to the left of the garage toward the gate.

Even though there was no sign of life, Tommy was slow and deliberate in his movements. The latch raised with a rusty squeal and the gate protested as it swung open. With a furtive look around, the two boys entered the rear lawn of the home.

"Close the gate, butt face," Tommy ordered.

"Huh? What? Why?" Woody asked but did shut the gate.

"What, anyone drives by and sees the gate open?" Tommy said as they made their way toward the large, somewhat dilapidated barn. "It was behind the barn, right?"

"Right, butt breath," Woody retorted.

The two made their way around the right of the barn and smiled. Shaded by a few mature oak trees was a pond approximately forty feet in a haphazard, uneven circle. A gurguling brook fed the pond from the north and another small stream carried the water to the south west.

Stepping up to the pond, the boys could see the muddy bottom, could see the sun reflecting from the surface to the west and the trees reflected on the relatively calm surface to the east.

With another look around, the two boys pulled their sweaty shirts up and off, baring their hairless chests. Tommy slipped his battered old tennis shoes from his feet and sighed with contentment; the shoes were a size and a half too small. But shoes cost money and Mrs. Thompson was waiting for the assistance check to come in.

He was about to jump into the pond but froze when Woody unzipped his ragged denim cutoffs. He looked, shocked, as Woody wiggled out of his shorts, revealing a tuft of brown hair and a semi-erect cock. Tommy stared at the thick cock, the plum shaped head and the heavy balls.

"What?" Woody asked, giggling slightly in his nervousness.

"I uh, not, nothing..." Tommy said, unzipping his own threadbare denim cutoffs and wiggling out of the far too snug shorts.

His previously white tidy whiteys joined his shorts and tee shirt on the grassy patch. He did not have to look down to know that his cock, his treacherous cock was quickly becoming rock hard.

With a whoop, Woody dove into the cool water. After a quick look around to make sure that Woody's exultant whoop had not been heard, Tommy gave a shout of his own and did a graceless cannonball into the pond.

For a few moments, the two boys swam back and forth, unofficial races around the length of the pond. The pond was shallow enough that they could stand, squish the mud of the pond's bottom between their toes.

"Hello," they both heard as they stood, splashing each other.

"Wha..." Tommy croaked, turning and seeing 'Two Ton Tammy' standing at the edge of the pond.

"I uh," Woody stammered, seeing the neighbor from their trailer park standing, a short robe over her body.

The short bubble gum pink robe came down to her upper thighs, baring her ghostly white thick thighs. Her calves were quite thick as well and her feet were jammed into some cheap looking flip flops. Her toenails were painted fire engine red; the bright color a sharp contrast to her very pale skin.

"What are you doing on my property?" the woman asked, voice even, non-threatening.

"I uh," was Woody's brilliant response.

"I uh, we, uh, this, this is, was Old Man Dempsey's, right?" Tommy asked, as he stared up at the large brunette.

"Was. I bought it a month ago," the woman informed them. "Been moving my stuff in ever since I got the keys."

"Oh," was the collective responses from Woody and Tommy.

"I uh, we're sorry. We uh, we really didn't know anyone, you bought the place," Woody apologized.

"Guess you didn't see the Gold Standard 'Sold' sign in the front yard," the woman agreed.

"We we'll leave nnn..." Tommy started then faltered.

He realized, he and his buddy were naked. Getting out of the pond would mean exposing their naked bodies to the woman. She would see their private parts as they struggled to pull their clothing on over their wet bodies. Just thinking of the embarrassment they would suffer had his cock rock hard, throbbing.

"I uh, Miss, Miss Tammy, we, if you would..." Woody stammered, pointing toward their discarded clothing.

"God damn that bony ass bitch," the woman shrilled, pretty face becoming splotchy with anger.

"Huh?" Woody asked, startled by the sudden change in the woman's demeanor.

"The name, my name is Tamara. Not Tammy. But that skinny no tits little bitch runs around calling me 'Two Ton Tammy' to anyone that will listen," Tamara Jenkins spat bitterly. "So God damned glad be moving away from her. Can't believe I ever thought she was my friend."

"Uh, it makes you feel any better? We don't much like her neither," Tommy offered.

His declaration actually made Tamara laugh out loud. When she smiled, when she laughed, the large woman was actually quite pretty. Her left cheek had a cute dimple and her light golden brown eyes twinkled when she smiled or laughed.

Her eyebrows were thin, meticulously shaped over her large eyes. Her nose was slim, almost too small for her round face and her lips were full, plump lips stretched over small white teeth.

"But, uh, now, now that we know this is your place," Woody said, treading closer to the edge of the pond.

"Yeah, we, we'll just get dressed, get on out of your hair," Tommy offered, hands over his hard cock and heavy balls.

"What? Why? You're already here. Might as well enjoy it," Tamara said, flinging the robe off of her shoulders.

Both Woody and Tommy gawked at the first fully nude woman they'd ever seen. Her breasts were full and round, sagging somewhat under their weight. Her pale pink areolae were larger than silver dollar coins and her nipples were fat nubs in the center of each large pink areole. Her belly was soft, with just the hint of a paunch and her navel was a tunnel in the center of her soft belly.

Her hips were wide, leading into her thick legs. All of her flesh was pale, ghostly white in the late afternoon sun. And just above her chunky legs was a small thatch of brown curls. Her pubic mound was plump and pronounced and the thin strands of brown curls did not hide the deep furrow that bisected her pubic mound.

Tommy shuddered, then groaned as his semen jetted out of his cock. He turned away from the shore of the pond, hoping to hide his shame. He wanted to punch Woody when his friend nudged him.

A splash stopped him from giving his friend an angry retort or a punch. His wilting cock again sprang to full erection when he looked over and saw the full buttocks and wide back of Tamara as she swam across the pond. Her legs and buttocks flexed and strained as she swam vigorously.

"Damn!" he hissed out, eyes wide.

"I uh, yeah," Woody muttered, eyes firmly glued to Tamara's fleshy globes.

"Come on. You two aren't swimming," Tamara ordered.

"Woody was the first to shove away. Tommy quickly tried to show off, to swim faster than his buddy. Tamara smiled, dog paddling in the deepest part of the pond. Her pale breasts bobbled in the water as she tread water.

"What's your names?" Tamara asked.

"Me? I'm Woody," Woody said.

"I'm Tommy," Tommy said.

"I live in trailer three," Woody supplied.

"I uh, I live in them apartments behind the Ichabod's grocery," Tommy stated.

Lilbourne; stayed in A four for about two weeks," she said.

"Two weeks?" Tommy asked.

"Mm hmm. Then, find out son of a bitch is married," Tamara snapped. "Oh! Minute I found that out? Beat his ass, packed my shit and got on out of there."

"A four, A four," Tommy said, trying to think of whom might be living in that particular unit.

"Don't worry 'bout it; got busted for trying sell some meth to an undercover cop," Tamara smiled a satisfied little smile. "Man! This water feels awesome! Been sweating my ass off all day moving shit; this is just what the doctor ordered."

She suddenly swam up and tapped Tommy on his belly, close to his bobbing cock. He jerked back, startled.

"Tag! You're it!" she screeched, swimming away.

"Ha-ha!" Woody crowed, then yelled when Tommy managed to tag him.

She squealed with laughter when Woody managed to tag her, taking the opportunity to touch one of her massive breasts. Her playful waggle of her finger let him know he'd not been as covert in his actions as he'd believed.

She managed to grab Woody's hard cock before he could turn and swim away. He again tagged her breast and then did manage to go deep underwater before she could again grab him.

"Tag!" she crowed, grabbing Tommy around his middle.

Their kiss was a sloppy one. She used plenty of tongue and cooed in approval as Tommy fondled her large breasts.

"Erk!" Tommy grunted as her hand gripped his throbbing cock.

"Mmng!" he groaned as she slid his cock into her pussy.

It was a warm, wet, and very snug velvet glove that squeezed his cock. Breaking the kiss, she suggested they should get out of the water, go lay on the grass where it would be more pleasurable for her.

"Dude!" Woody said, eyes wide as Tamara paddled to the bank of the pond.

"Dude, come on," Tommy urged and followed the large, beautiful woman to the grass.

"You, come here," she ordered Woody.

Tommy and Woody stood, hands over their genitals as Tamara lay on the ground, thick thighs parted. With a smile and a shake of her head, she patted the ground next to her.

"Erk!" Tommy grunted again as Tamara forced him to his knees by a firm grasp on his manhood.

"Erk!" he grunted a third time as her wet mouth encircled his hard cock.

You, come on, what you waiting on?" Tamara ordered Woody, indicating her splayed pussy.

"Tammy, Tamara, I, I'm 'bout to..." Tommy panted as she managed to swallow him down to the root.

"Goody!" she enthused, then swallowed him again.

Woody sank his cock into her wet folds, groaning happily as he did so. She grunted her approval but did not relinquish her hold on Tommy's cock.

"Tamara, I, I'm augh!" Tommy warned then began pumping a torrent of sperm into her gulping throat.

Woody continued to thrust in a haphazard, jerky fashion. While he pounded into Tamara, he also fondled her large, surprisingly firm breasts. When Tommy's cock ceased pumping into her mouth, Tamara gently pushed him away, then squeezed her massive thighs together, causing Woody to cease his frenzied movements.

"Come on, in my mouth," Tamara ordered, losing her grip on Woody.

"You, ever eat pussy?" she asked Tommy as Woody willingly scrambled to kneel next to Tamara's head.

"No, no ma'am," Tommy confessed.

"Nothing to it," she smiled in encouragement.

She pinched the base of Woody's cock, then instructed Tommy on the basics of eating pussy. In between her words, she licked the head of Woody's fat member, keeping him hard, interested in what was to come.

"Oh! Oh yes, yes, that, that little bud? That, augh, that's my clittie; lick that," Tamara barked out, then swallowed Woody's cock down to the root.

Tommy thought he was going to suffocate when her thighs squeezed his head. He continued to use fingers and tongue just as she had ordered him. Suddenly, his face was wet and he wondered if Tamara might have pissed on him.

"Oh! Oh fuck, fuck; that, oh Baby boy, that was good! So good!" Tamara praised, then resumed sucking on Woody's cock.

"I, I'm 'bout to..." Woody warned then let out a little squeal as he began to coat her tonsils with his sperm.

Tommy's cock was once again rock hard when he pulled his head from her swampy box. As she was busy swallowing Woody's semen, he wiggled forward and pushed himself into her snug depths once again. She moaned her approval as she released her oral grip on Woody's wilting member.

"Yes, oh, oh God yes," Tamara cried out as Tommy's fluid, unhurried stroking was rubbing deliciously against her heightened nerve endings.

Oh, oh yes, oh Baby boy, that, that's it," Tamara encouraged as Tommy nibbled on her heavy breasts while hammering her with hard thrusts.

"I, where, where you want..." Tommy grimaced, feeling his semen bubbling up once more.

"Don't, don't stop, don't stop," she ordered, large legs holding him deep inside of her.

"Augh!" Tommy agreed, pumping a load deep inside of her.

"Yes, yes, oh, oh!" she squealed in orgasm.

"Oh, oh Baby boy, you, you going make some woman happy someday," Tamara assured him when her climax subsided.

She then waved him to kneel by her head so that she could clean him of their juices. She grunted, then moaned her assent when Woody mounted her once more. She suckled Tommy's semi-erect cock until he was hard once more. Then while Woody fucked her, still with his haphazard, disjointed strokes, Tamara continued to suck and stroke Tommy.

"Mmph!" Tamara grunted in orgasm.

"Augh!" Tommy cried out, flooding her mouth once again with his semen.

"Fuck! Fuck yes!" Woody crowed triumphantly as he flooded her pussy with his semen.

For a long moment, the three lay on the grass, gasping to catch their breaths. Woody lay to her left, Tommy to her right.

"I like to just lay back, just watch the clouds," Tamara broke the silence.

"Yeah," Tommy smiled. "Like to see what they look like."

"That, that one looks kind of like a dog's head," Woody observed, pointing to one of the fluffy white clouds.

"That one? Yeah, yeah it kind of does," Tommy agreed, pointing to the cloud.

"That one almost looks like a dolphin," Tamara offered.

"I was going say it looks like a shark, you know, with that fin sticking out like that," Tommy said.

"So, what are you two doing? You two are out of school, right?" Tamara asked.

"Yeah, graduated," Woody agreed.

"Grad... So, what are you doing?" Tamara repeated her question.

"What you mean? We, I got all kind of applications out there," Tommy said. "Ichabod's, Randall's..."

"Charger's, Newhart's; even went to the one up on McClelland," Woody said.

"Those? Those are minimum wage jobs. And, unless can work your way up to manager? It'll always be minimum wage," Tamara scoffed.

"Well, what can we do, huh?" Woody demanded, angry.

"Yeah; not like we can afford college," Tommy defended.

"Uh? Military? Army? Navy? They'll teach you a skill, pay you; save up your money and when you get out?" Tamara suggested.

The trio lapsed into silence, the warm sun drying their damp, sweaty skin. Clouds continued to lazily drift past as they lay, grass tickling their bare backs.

"Oh, oh, here, let, let me clean you up," Tamara suddenly said, rolling over to kneel next to Woody.

"Mm, oh, oh yeah!" Woody groaned as her hot mouth encircled his sticky cock.

Looking at the woman's ample buttocks, Tommy once again developed an erection. Tamara squealed in her throat when she felt him slide his cock into her sloppy pussy. Tommy grabbed her wide hips and began pounding her with hard thrusts.

"My, my ass," she demanded, pulling her mouth off of Woody's hard cock. "Stick that monster up my ass."

"You, your ass, you sure?" Tommy asked, spurting a little of his excitement into her pussy as he looked at her little rosebud.

"Uh huh," she groaned then swallowed Woody's cock again.

Tommy gripped his cock in his hand and rubbed the head of his cock up and down against her tightly clenched anus. They both let out a groan as he pressed firmly against her.

"Oh, oh God, that, first, oh it, I just love..." Tamara gurgled then squealed when Woody's cock spurted a geyser of semen, splattering on her face.

Her mouth had been wonderful. Her pussy had been incredible. Her fat, jiggly ass, her tight little star were indescribable. Gripping her hips firmly in his hands, Tommy forced his cock into her struggling, resisting bowels. He could feel her rectal muscles straining, trying to expel him from her guts.

"Jesus God yes!" Tamara bellowed in climax before Tommy had three quarters of his cock imbedded in her.

When he had all of himself in her, Tommy paused for a moment. He shuddered, feeling the heat and the tightness of her delicious, big ass. Then, he reached back and slapped her ass hard, making a loud cracking sound. Tamara shrieked and babbled something unintelligible.

Tommy pulled out, then shoved himself into her again. He panted with the exertion while she let out a 'whoosh' when his belly slapped against her fat ass. Woody knee-walked around and goggled as he watched his friend fuck the large woman in her ass.

"Argh, aw, aw fuck," Tommy cried out, pumping a rope of semen into her guts.

"Aw fuck, fuck yes, fuck yes," Tamara gurgled, shaking mightily.

"Dude!" Woody hissed as Tommy fell back, dragging his soiled cock from her gaping rectum.

"Good, so good," Tommy moaned, laying on the grass once more.

Woody watched her reddened, raw anus as a dribble of Tommy's semen began to tickle out. He watched as Tommy's semen trickled down, over Tamara's plump inner lips.

"Oh, oh, I, oh!" Tamara grunted when Woody guided his throbbing erection into her swollen, tender rectum.

She reached between her legs and began to diddle herself as Woody pummeled her guts with short, sloppy strokes. Neither Woody nor Tamara heard as Tommy once again jumped into the pond to clean his soiled cock of their anal play.

"God yes, that, oh!" Tamara cried out in climax just as Woody began pumping his semen into her bowels.

"Fuck! I, I got to get home," Tommy realized as the shadows began to grow long.

"What? What time is it?" Woody asked, looking around for his shorts.

"Almost seven o'clock," Tamara said, fishing her cell phone from the pocket of her robe. "No wonder I'm hungry."

She did not bother putting her robe on as she walked the two boys to the gate. She gave both boys a kiss on their lips, then, when they turned to step through the gate, she delivered sharp slaps to their backsides, announcing, 'Tag! You're it!'

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"What you want to do?" Woody asked.

"Shit! Dunno," Tommy said, watching as three burly men moved the furniture from Trailer 9. "You?"

"I, know what? This, this sucks," Woody said.

"Tell me something I don't know," Tommy groused.

"Topeka is the capital of Kansas," Woody smirked.

"To... Wait. It, it's not Wichita?" Tommy asked, looking at Woody.

"Know what? This sucks. This sucked yesterday, day before, day before that," Woody said, getting to his feet. "And I bet its going suck even more tomorrow."

"And?" Tommy asked, now looking up at Woody.

"Army strong, buddy," Woody said. "Recruiting office is right across from the Newhart's on McClelland."

"Navy's better. Don't get shot at as much," Tommy decided, getting to his feet.

Eight months, twenty seven days after Thomas Thompson signed up for the Navy and Durwood Smith signed up for the Army, Tamara sweated, grunted, groaned and cursed as she delivered two beautiful baby girls. The thirty two year old woman was incredulous when the DNA tests revealed that Ava and April did not have the same fathers.

"I, but, but they're twins," Tamara protested.

"It's unusual, to be sure, but it is not unheard of," the doctor assured Tamara. "It's called heteropaternal superfecundation. This rare phenomenon occurs when two separate eggs are fertilized by two different males."

"But it only happens when the mother is a slut, rutting around with God only knows who," Tamara's mother hissed, truly mortified by her daughter's scandalous behavior. "Bad enough you got yourself in the family way, no husband to support you but..."

"Yeah? Who's my father, Marie? Hmm? Who? Who's my father? Oh. That's right. You don't know," Tamara shrilled.

Growing up, Ava and April learned the joys of swimming in a large pond, running around their back yard with nary a stitch on, laying on the grass and watching fluffy white clouds rolling past. They also learned that they were loved, adored by their beautiful mother.

When Tamara did find it necessary to discipline them, it was done with a firm but loving hand. Above all, Ava and April were never spoken down to; they were encouraged, uplifted by their big, beautiful and naked mother.

The End

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