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From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305)
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Subject: White Trash, part one
Date: 11 Aug 1997 04:52:22 GMT
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Since I was a teenager, I've been known as a kind
of a slut.  I've never minded that too much, since it
meant that I had a lot of guys wanting to take me
out and stuff, but I do get asked sometimes how a
girl gets to be this way.

I'm not much for the psycological crap, but I guess
you could say that my family had a lot to do with
it.  My mom was always a real hot dresser.  She
still is, and she's over 50.  She loves to wear heels
and short skirts and show off her legs, which are
still pretty good.  And her husband, my step-father, 
doesn't mind it a bit.  He loves to take her
out all dolled up, as he says, and have a lot of
guys looking at his wife.  I don't know if they fool
around with other people, but I bet they do.  They
just never did around me.

Which doesn't mean they don't do it at home! 
Hell, they are so damn noisy when they fuck, you
couldn't miss it if you wanted to!  Especially in
that damn trailer where I grew up.  Walls there
were as thin as paper.  Couldn't miss much.  My
bedroom a tiny one, right next to theirs.  I learned
to talk dirty early, listening to my mom and dad
through the walls.  When I was younger, it used to
bother me, but after I turned about 12, I started
wondering what they were doing, and paying
more attention.  I could sure tell they liked it.

By this time, I knew the mechanics of it, from sex
education in school.  But it wasn't till I was 14 that
I started to figure out what was so great about it. 
At that time, my step-brother, Phil, was still living
with us.  Now, this trailer only had two
bedrooms, so Phil had to sleep on the couch in the
living room.  He didn't like it much, but there
wasn't much else to do.  

Well, when I was 14, a freshman in high school, I
was up late one night, talking on the phone with a
girlfriend, when I heard Phil making some noises
out in the living room.  I guess he thought I was
asleep.. I was trying to be real quiet so I wouldn't
get in trouble.  I got off the phone, and went real
quietly to see what was going on.  Trailers, if you
never lived in one, are pretty squeaky.  I did my
best to walk slow and to keep the noise down, but
I was sure he'd hear me.

He didn't.  He was too busy, I saw, when I got to
the corner and could see around to the couch.  He
was lying on the couch, looking at a magazine,
and jerking off.  He was kinda talking to himself,
like he was with a girl, and rubbing his dick real
fast.  I'd never seen one hard before, so I just
kinda stood there, gaping, I guess, and watching. 
Phil would pull on his cock for a while, then turn
a page, and do it some more.

Now, I couldn't see too well from where I was
what he was looking at, but I could tell it wasn't
just naked women.  There were couples in this
book, doing stuff, but I didn't know what. 
Anyway, I was so fascinated by watching Phil that
I didn't think much about the book.  I stood there,
just watching, till he started to groan.  He started
saying stuff like, "Oh, yeah, oh yeah..." and his
hips started bumping up and down.  He only had
on some boxer shorts that were pulled way down,
so when he came, he shot it all over his stomach.  I
could hardly believe what I was seeing.  I had to
try real hard just to stay quiet.  He kept jerking on
himself, and this white goo kept coming out of his
cock.  Finally the last little bit oozed out onto his
hand.  I ducked back when he sat up to get some
tissues to clean up, then stayed real still till I
thought he was asleep before I snuck back to my
room.  When I got back, I diddled my own self for
a while before I went to sleep.  (I didn't have a
real orgasm till I was 17.)

The next day, when I got home from school, and
Phil was still at football practice, I went looking
for that book of his.  I wanted to see what made
him so excited.  I found it, first place I looked, up
in the springs under the couch.  I started flipping
through the pages, looking at all these pictures of
people fucking and girls sucking on guys, and
guys eating girls, and cum.  Oh, the pictures of
guys cumming.  I had just watched Phil's cock
shooting cum and now there were these huge ones
in the book, plopping great big wads of sticky
stuff all over the girls, or in there mouths.  At that
time, I just figured that was what they did not to
get pregnant.  I didn't realize how much guys get
off seeing their cum on a girl. 

Anyways, I liked what I saw.  It got me all hot,
and I went off to my bedroom to play with myself
for a while.  That night, I waited to see if I could
hear Phil doing it again.  A while after things got
quiet, I did, and I snuck back out to watch him
again.  His cock wasn't as big as the ones in the
magazine, but it looked pretty good to me, and I
watched, fascinated as he jerked himself off again. 
I watched how his eyes screwed all shut when he
was about to come, and his body went all rigid,
and it made me all quivery inside.  When he was
done, I didn't wait quite so long before going back
to my room.   I couldn't wait to feel my fingers
between my legs...

This went on for a couple of months without
much change.  Sometimes I would sneak a look at
Phil's dirty books, and sometimes I would sneak
out to watch him.  I told some of my girlfriends
about the magazines, but I never told them about
watching my step-brother.  That might have been
too much!

Well, one night, I heard Phil playing with himself
again, and I got out of bed to go watch him.  I had
come to like the anticipation, watching him,
waiting, waiting for the moment when he'd shoot
white goo all over his hand and belly.  I could sort
of tell, now, when it was about to happen.  His
eyes would start to close, or roll up in his head,
and he's start to jerk faster on his prick.  When he
was doing it, I had started to play with myself,
too, while I watched, and my fingers would go
faster and faster as I saw him getting close.  I
never did come, but it sure did feel good.

On this night, though, there would be a change. 
Looking back, I think that Phil must have known
for a while that I was watching, because on this
night, when he spoke to me, he didn't seem
embarrassed or anything.

I was, though.  As I was watching him, and as he
was just getting going good, he turned his head
toward the corner where I was hiding and said,
"You like to watch this?" and smiled.  I was
busted, I knew, but I ran back to my bedroom
anyways.  I heard him walking back to my room,
and then he opened the door.  There he stood, his
shorts still pulled down, his hard cock in his hand,
smiling.  "Well?" he said.  He didn't seem mad at
all.  In fact, he seemed pretty nice.  He'd never
had much use for me, especially since I got the
bedroom and he didn't, but he seemed pretty cool. 
I smiled a little I guess, or tried to, and nodded.

"You want to see up close?  Come out here and sit
beside me.  I'll do it, and you can watch, okay?"  I
shook my head, staring, I'm sure, at his cock
which he was still rubbing with his hand. 
"Okay," he said, "but you can come sit by me any
time you want..."  He turned and went back to
finish what he'd started, his big red cock filling
his hand.  That night, I didn't go back out to
watch him, but a few nights later, I did, just going
as far as my normal corner to watch.  I could tell
now that he knew I was there.  I didn't even try to
be quiet.  He looked over and smiled at me once,
and went back to his fantasy, finally covering his
stomach with another load of cum.

It went on like this for a while, me watching from
a distance, but Phil knowing I was there.  He
seemed to enjoy knowing I was watching.  Every
once in a while, he would motion with his hand
for me to come and sit on the couch beside him,
but I didn't, at least not for a while.

Then, one night, I did.  He looked over and smiled
and said, "This is silly.  What's the difference
between being over there and being over here. 
Wouldn't you like to see better?"  I thought for a
minute, and decided that there wasn't any harm
in it, so I went over and sat on the edge of the
couch, trying not to touch him.  He said, "Now,
isn't that better?" Then grinned and went back to
jerking off.  I could see the pictures he was
looking at, too, and could hardly believe the looks
on the peoples' faces as these huge guys stuck
their cocks into the girls' pussies and assholes.

I got more and more excited, sitting this close to
Phil, as he got closer to cumming.  His breathing
got quicker and quicker, and my eyes must have
been about to jump out of my head.  At last he
climaxed, and I watched as cum spurted out of the
tip of his cock all over his stomach.  He asked me
to hand him the kleenex when he was done,
which I did, then I went back to bed without
saying anything, and played with myself for a
long time.

I didn't go back out to watch him for a while, but
the next time I did, I just went and sat next to him
without waiting to be asked.  Phil just smiled and
scooted over on the couch to make some room for
me.  We didn't talk while he was jerking off,
which was good.  I wouldn't have known what to
say, and I guess Phil figured that out, cause he
never asked me anything.  At least, not for a
while.

Then, one night, in the winter of that year,
probably December, Phil spoke to me instead of to
his magazine while he was jerking off.  I had
become accustomed to watching him, though not
as often as when I was hiding at first, and he
seemed to sense my new comfort.  I had begun to
wonder what the cum felt like, what his cock
actually felt like, what it would be like to do it for
him, and he must have known.  On this cold
night, as I stared at the big red head of his cock, he
said, "Wouldn't you like to help me?  Huh?"  I
looked up at him and he smiled.  Without asking
again, he reached out for my hand and pulled it to
his lap.  He wrapped my fingers around the rigid,
hot shaft of his cock, and then put his hand
around mine.  "Yeah, just like that.  I'll help you
help me.... like this...." and he started pushing my
hand up and down on his prick.  I could hardly
believe what I was feeling, not just the feel of the
hard cock in my hand, but the feeling between my
legs as Phil guided my hand up and down his stiff
cock.

"Yeah, that's soooo good, Carla... so nice.....  Just
like this..."  His hand picked up the pace, sliding
my hand up and down faster, and moving more
over the spongy head of his cock.  I loved the way
it felt in my hand.  I could even feel him getting
thicker and harder as he got more excited.  I started
to squeeze more with my hand and to pump him
for myself.  Phil's eyes opened and he smiled at
me, then took his hand away from mine.  "Yes,
Carla... just like that.... just keep it up, and I'll be
done in a minute!"

I started jerking him off by myself, staring
sometimes at Phil's face, which was all screwed
up with pleasure, and at the cock in my hand,
which seemed about to shoot.  It wasn't long
before he started to mutter, "Oh yeah, oh yeah....
just a little more.. Yes! Oh! Oh!"  He grunted and
groaned, and his hips started to pitch.. His body
went all tight and then I felt it.  I felt his cock start
to pulsate in my hand, and I almost yelled out
myself.  I could feel the pumping action, from the
base of his cock to the tip, and then the cum as it
shot toward the tip of his prick.

When he came, I had his cock pointed straight up,
not up toward his chest, so the cum went up, then
down right onto my hand.  I did give a little,
"Oh!" as I felt the hot goo landing on my fingers
and thumb, and as he continued to come, it just
poured out of him like sticky cream, all over my
hand.  It made his cock slipperier, and my hand
started sliding up and down on the head of his
cock as he came, which got a surprised look from
him.  "Oh, God, yes... right there!" he groaned at
me, his eyes wide.  And I did, pump him, right
there, till he was exhausted.  Then I milked the
last of the cum from his cock as I'd seen him do a
zillion times, sliding a slippery thumb up the
underside of his prick, pushing the last little bit of
cum out of him.

"Oh, Jesus, that was good!" he moaned as I
handed him the tissues and took two for myself. 
"Did you like it?"  I was too embarrassed to admit
just how much I'd liked it, so I just nodded
silently and smiled.  I went off to play with myself
alone (I was a long way from being ready to be
seen doing that!) and dreamed of the sensations
I'd just experienced all night.

It was another week or so before I ventured out to
join Phil again on the couch.  This time though, I
didn't wait to be invited to "help."  I sat down
next to him and took his prick into my hand and
went to work.  Phil just closed his eyes and
relaxed, muttering things like, "Oh, yeah, baby..."
and stuff while I jerked him off.  The game of
anticipation had become much, much more
exciting, now that I was doing the work.  I could
feel the changes in his prick, in his body, and
suddenly I could hardly wait to see feel the cum
as it poured out of him.  I gave more attention to
the head of his cock this time, as it seemed that he
liked that more, and he did.  He started gasping
and cursing softly as I slid my fingers back and
forth across the soft head of his hard cock, and
soon he was about to come again.

This time, I pointed his cock up onto his belly, so
that only a little got on my hand.  I had thought
that I didn't want to get so messy as the last time,
but I found that it was much less exciting when I
didn't feel Phil's juices running over my fingers. 
From that time forward, I made sure that I got as
much of his cum on my hands as I could.

It was Spring, and Phil and I were getting pretty
regular.  I wasn't allowed to date yet, so he was
the only boy contact I had except for school.  Phil
had taught me some more things that felt good to
him, and though I knew he had girlfriends, I
knew he enjoyed his time with me.

One night, when we were together, I was spitting
on the end of his cock, to make it slippery for my
hands.  As the spit dribbled out of my mouth onto
the tip, Phil asked, "Wouldn't you like to kiss it? 
Like in the books?"  I looked up at him as I
rubbed the shiny liquid over the head of his cock. 
Actually, I'd been thinking about it for a long
time, wondering what it would be like, so when
he asked, I wasn't surprised or embarrassed.  I
just nodded.

Then I went down on him for the first time.  First I
just kissed the end of his cock, then I licked it, and
I tasted something new, the first bit of his precum,
salty and faintly bitter.  "Mmmm, yesssss," he
hissed as I ran my tongue back and forth across
the tip of his cock.  I took a little more of his cock
into my virgin mouth, and sucked gently on the
head while I pumped his cock with my spit-slicked hand.

"Oh, god!"  he groaned.  "That is soooooo good...
just do that, just like that!"  So I did.  I didn't try to
gobble his whole cock, like some of the girls in the
books, I just sucked the end, softly at first, then
harder later, while I stroked his prick with my
hand.  Phil started to push his hips up in little
thrusts, moving his cock slightly in and out of my
mouth, so I started moving my head up and down
a little, too, while I sucked on him.  I doubt it was
any skill of mine that did it, but it hardly took any
time for me to begin to feel Phil's climax coming. 
I continued to suck on him, waiting anxiously for
his cock to pour out it's cum again.  I could taste
the precum flowing out of him better now, and
wasn't too scared about gagging when he came
(one of my girlfriends had said she always did
when her boyfriend came in her mouth...) so I
worked his cock even harder to get him off.


When Phil came, he started wriggling all over the
couch.  His cum started spurting into my mouth
as I sucked and stroked, and I did nearly gag, it
was so thick and heavy, and tasted so weird, but
as soon as that had passed, I was sucking for all I
was worth, allowing the juices to run out of my
mouth and down over my fist.  I could not have
imagined how good it would feel to have his cum
surging into my mouth like that.  I just kept at it
till Phil told me to quit... He was done.  I looked at
him with some dissappointment, I guess, cause he
said, "Hey, there's always tomorrow!" and
smiled.  

This time I wasn't too embarrassed to answer. 
"There sure is, and if I don't get to do this again
tomorrow, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

Phil laughed as I cleaned myself up and went off
to bed.  There were lots more nights like that one
in my freshman year, before Phil went off to the
community college.  He got me to swallow, which
was another cool experience, and made a lot less
mess.  Somehow it didn't bother me to miss
having cum on my hands if I could feel it sliding
down my throat!



Now, that is sort of the way this slut got started. 
See, by the time Mom let me start dating the next
year, I was way ahead of the boys.  Phil was gone,
so I was pretty horny.  I didn't jump the guy the
first date I ever had, but the first time one of them
put his hand around my shoulders in the movie to
grab my tit, my hand went right into his lap.  That
was almost the end of my sophomore year, of
course, but it didn't take long for us to go from
playing touchy feely in the movie to me jerking
him off, and later, sucking him off.  He was a
junior, and had his own beat up car, but it was
enough for us.  He would feel me up, sticking his
fingers inside me and getting me all wet, while I
sucked him off.  He wanted to fuck, but I was still
afraid of getting pregnant, so I wouldn't.

He must've told some other guys I was pretty
easy, though, 'cause suddenly I had a lot of
juniors and seniors asking me for dates.  Mom
didn't like it too much, but she didn't say a lot,
probably 'cause she did about the same thing. 
Anyhow, I started dating a lot, and got a rep as an
easy blow job.  About half way through my junior
year my girlfriend told me how to get the pill
without telling my parents, and that was it.  I've
been sucking and fucking ever since.  Had my
first real orgasm that year, too, first time I ever
had a cock inside me.  It was so amazing I asked
him if we could do it again the next night. 
Needless to say, he said yes...

I've tried a lot since then, and enjoy talking dirty,
like my Mom and her husband, and now that I
live away, I do a lot more.  My latest thing has
been fucking black guys.  Just learned how hot
that was recently.  Actually, I saw some pics on
AOL a couple years ago of black guys fucking
white girls, and it made me so hot I decided I had
to try it.  It was great...

So there you have it, how I came to be the cum
loving slut that I am.  Hope it hasn't bored you...
sure didn't bore me remembering!


Carla...

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From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305)
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Subject: White Trash, part 2
Date: 11 Aug 1997 04:54:27 GMT
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This is the second installment in my White Trash series...
if anyone reading this is offended by explicit sex or is
below the age of 18, please stop.  This is not for you.  For
any of the rest of you horny guys.... well.... 

This butt's for you...




Ricky was due any minute as I struggled with the zipper
on my tight, fake-leather mini.  It fit nice and tight, but
the zipper was kinda crummy, so it stuck sometimes. 
When I'd gotten it zipped, I pulled a little black midi
tank top over my head.  Without a bra, it was real sexy,
cause it just came down below my tits by a little bit.  I
brushed my hair for the third time in half an hour,
putting back in place the few strands that had been
mussed by the pulling on of my top.

I put on my lipstick, looking out the bathroom window
for Ricky's truck over and over.  When I was done, I
slipped into my matching black heels and checked
myself in the full length mirror in the hall.  I liked what I
saw... lots of skin, from my bare legs to my bare midriff,
and everything I wore yelled, "Fuck me!"

Since Ricky was taking me to a drive in over in
Wadesville, I didn't think I needed to suggest too much,
but what the hell.  I loved the way he and other guys
looked at me when I dressed sexy.  The Midway drive in
was the last one in the county, and it showed year-old
movies.  I think that it's only reason for being was what
happened in most of the cars there.  It was widely known
to be the best make-out spot in the area.  You could do
anything, and the sheriff's guys wouldn't bother you,
unlike a lot of the popular parking spots down by the
river.

So I knew, since that was where we were going, what
Ricky had in mind.  Of course, that was no surprise
anyway.  We hadn't been out before, but I knew what
my reputation was at school.  It didn't bother me, and it
got me a lot of dates.  I always had my pick of a few guys
any Friday night.  It always gave me a charge, knowing
what all those Barbie-doll cheerleader types thought
about me, to know that their boyfriends were asking me
out, that they'd be sitting home while I was out giving
their guys a good time.

So, I was dressed and ready by the time I saw Ricky's
black pickup riding through the trailer park toward my
mom's place.  I waited till he got there, though, and
honked, before I stepped out on the little concrete stoop
to greet him.  I wanted to be sure he would be close
enough for me to see his eyes when he saw me the first
time, and it was worth it.  His eyes got big, and his lips
drew up in a silent whistle.... 

We stopped on the way to Wadesville at a barbecue
place out on the bypass.  Walking in with Ricky was a
rush... There were stares, and even a couple audible
whistles as I walked to one of the formica covered tables
with Ricky.  He grinned like crazy, knowing how the
guys there were envying him.  Waiting for the sun to set,
we both got combo plates with barbecue (the real, North
Carolina kind!) and chicken.  We talked about school,
and about the baseball team, which was doing well, and
about college.  I was going to start in the community
college next fall, but Ricky was going off to State.

I took the time to begin to play, some.... When my fingers
got good and sticky from the fried chicken, I did what
my momma always said you should never do in public, I
licked them off.  Actually, I kinda sucked the grease off
my fingers, staring all the time right into Ricky's eyes, to
be sure he knew what I was thinking.    He actually
blushed, and I smiled at him, sliding one of my fingers
in and out of my mouth.


As the sun was setting, we rode the 27 miles to
Wadesville.  I slid across the bench seat next to Ricky,
and he put his arm around me.  I let my hand fall on his
leg, but didn't do much... just wanted to be close.

The first movie (it was a double feature) was the fairly
recent one, an action-adventure thing certain to be loud
enough to drown out any activity in the cars in the
parking lot.  As Ricky and I watched the first few
minutes, I sat waiting for him to initiate something.  He
was pretty slow.  Finally, the hand around my shoulders
pulled me close, turning me.  He kissed me, opening his
mouth to mine, pushing his tongue deep.  I kissed him
back, entwining my tongue with his.  My hands
wrapped around his torso as he pulled me to him, and I
draped one of my legs across his lap.

I moaned as his tongue wriggled in my mouth, and I
began to suck on it, pulling on it as though it were
another part of his anatomy.  He held me closer, and one
of his hands passed between us, pressing against my
bare abdomen.  I wriggled happily, letting him know
how welcome his touch was, and he took the hint.  His
fingers slipped up, under the stretchy fabric of my top,
and began toying with my nipples, back and forth
between them.

As the speaker in the window gave us an audio
indication of explosive action on the screen, I groaned,
and my hand slid down from Ricky's back to a place
between his thighs... as his hand began to massage and
squeeze my tits, my hand found the lump of flesh
beneath the fly of his jeans.  I rubbed it firmly as his
hands pushed my top up, exposing both my tits....  I
paused just long enough to take it the rest of the way off
before I went back to my manual attentions to his crotch.

He groaned loudly and his lips slid down my throat to
my breasts.  While he sucked at them, awkwardly,
bending down in the seat, working around the steering
wheel, I started tugging at the waist of his jeans, trying to
get the top snap undone.  They were new, though, and
the snap was a pain.  Finally, Ricky just reached down
and helped me... I laughed as he grabbed my hand and
guided it anxiously to his open pants.  "We got plenty of
time, Ricky..." I said.  "take your time!"  I put my hand
into his pants and realized why he was so anxious.  His
cock was already hard as a rock.  At first I just rubbed it
through his jockey shorts.  He groaned again, his mouth
full of one of my tits, as I slipped my hand under the
elastic band of his shorts and started rubbing his rigid
prick... 

I felt my mouth watering and a strong tingling between
my legs as I held his overheated cock between my
fingers.  I spread my legs slightly as his hand pushed
between them.  His jeans fit to tightly to get to his cock
much, so I tugged at them some more, and he lifted his
hips up to help me.  When I'd pushed them down
enough, I bent toward his prick, standing proud and red
and stiff, and took it into my mouth.  He sighed loudly
as my lips and tongue started dancing around the head
of his prick.  I stroked it gently as I sucked it, feeling his
fingers exploring the mound beneath my panties.  I
wriggled again, letting him know I enjoyed his touch,
and went back to work on his prick.

His fingers pushed aside the crotch of my panties and
slipped between the halves of my mound.  He pushed
between the wet lips of my pussy and entered me with
his finger as I sucked with more purpose on his cock.  

Maybe it was his youth, or the fact that he'd been
looking forward to getting his turn at my infamous
mouth all week, but it didn't take him long to cum the
first time.  I felt his cock starting to spasm in anticipation
of his orgasm before I'd even gotten going good.  I
started pumping him harder and sucking on the head. 
His fingers forgot what they were doing, his hands
clenching in fists as he sensed that he was about to cum. 
As the speaker in the window gave and earth shattering
crash, he shouted, "Oh, damn!" and his cock exploded,
spewing hot cum into my mouth which I rapidly
swallowed.  He came and came, making me think that he
hadn't jerked of in a long time.  When at last he stopped
twitching and pumping cum into my mouth, I looked up
at him and smiled.  "That was nice," I said, grinning.

"Oh, god, it was better than nice!" he crowed.  I got the
feeling that this was his first blow job.  He was so
damned pleased with himself.  I sat up next to him and
snuggled close, pulling his arm around my shoulder. 
His hand settled onto my right breast, which he held
gently as my hand settled into his lap and played with
his waning erection.

We watched some of the movie for a while, but it hardly
held our attention.  I loved the feel of Ricky's dick as it
softened in my hand.  I have always liked the way a limp
cock flopped in my hand, amazed at the way it would
change size and grew hard at my touch.  

After a few minutes I bent again to put my face into
Ricky's lap.  This time I took a soft, wrinkled prick
between my lips and just sucked contentedly at it.  It still
tasted of his cum, which excited me.  Ricky's fingers
began toying with my pussy again, this time trying, I
thought, to find my clitty.  With one hand I guided his
finger to my tender little love button.  I rubbed it gently
back and forth across it a few times, showing him what I
liked as I felt his cock beginning to respond to my play.

"Mmmm... Carla... that feels sooooooo good..." he
groaned as my head started to bob up and down on his
half hard cock.  The fingers of one hand were full of my
hair as I sucked him.  The other hand diddled without
much expertise, but I didn't care much.  I'd get off, one
way or another.

This time, Ricky took longer to cum.  This time I got him
good and hard, and spent a nice long time bobbing on
him before he took charge.  The first movie had nearly
ended before he drew his hand away from my twat and
with both hands held my head in his lap.  I grunted
happily as he held it still and started lifting his hips,
shoving his cock deeper into my mouth.  Saliva slid
down his cock and over my hand as he fucked my mouth
faster and harder.  "Uh, uh, uh...." he grunted himself as
his head rocked back and he lost himself in his pleasure. 
I just held my head still and sucked the best I could at his
pitching prick till I could tell he was about to cum again.

At that point, his hips started grinding faster, in a jerky
kind of way.  I knew what that change meant, and I
wrapped my hand firmly around his rigid cock again,
pumping as my tongue and mouth worked the spongy
head of his cock.  "Oh god, yes.. Oh, god!" he groaned,
and again his cock started twitching in my hand.  The
truck rocked crazily as he thrust his hips up and down. 
Cum came pouring out of him again.  Less than the first
time, but just as rewarding.  I sucked it down, too,
swallowing a couple times before his prick quit oozing
the salty jizz.

Again, I lifted my face to look into Ricky's eyes when he
had quit cumming.  This time, though, he didn't look
back down at me.  In fact, he was grinning at the
passenger window of the truck, which we'd rolled down
to get more air.

I looked around to see what he was looking at.  There, in
the window, were two other guys, watching.  I was a
little startled, but tried to keep my cool.  The realization
that they had just seen me performing my magic on
Ricky's wand made me excited.  I think it made them
excited too, 'cause they looked a little flushed.  "Hey,
Carla!" said Jimmy, from my English class.  "That was
worth the price of admission!"  I looked up at Ricky.

"Don't look at me!  I didn't tell them anything!"  I didn't
believe him, but it didn't much matter.  

"Wish there was room for us in there, too!" grinned the
other guy.  I recognized him from school, but didn't
know his name.

"Gee.... too bad!" I smiled back, sitting up.  As I did I
realized that I was still without my top.  Their eyes
fastened right on my bare tits, like they had magnets in
them or something.  "Oh, you like these?" I grinned,
lifting them a little with my hands...  They responded
with some kind of crazy compliments, and just kept
staring as I sat there, not willing to give in to the urge to
cover myself.

"You boys look like you need to find a girl of your own...
" I chuckled as they stood there.  "We got no extra room
in here!"  I slid over next to Ricky.  "Well, maybe for
one," I joked.

Both sets of eyes got wider, and I realized they thought I
meant it.  Jimmy pulled the dor open and started to jump
in, but the other guy grabbed him and pulled him back
out, and tried to get in himself.  I could only laugh like
an idiot as they both tried to fill the seat on my right,
fighting like kids.  "Oh, boys, boys!  No need to fight," I
laughed through my tears, "We could always use the
truck bed!"

They stopped like somebody had just turned them off.  I
guess they couldn't hardly believe that I was saying that. 
But I thought, what the hell.  Maybe I fuck them here,
maybe another day, but why not now?  I slid across the
seat toward the open door.  I looked back at Ricky as I
got out, still bare chested, and scrambled to the rear of
the truck. He was looking at me like I was crazy.  I guess
I was.   I climbed in the back, still in my fuck-me heels
and miniskirt, and got low in the bed of the truck.  There
was a big canvass tarpaulin in the back, and the two boys
unrolled it for me, leaving it real thick.  When they had
finished, I lay on my back and looked up at them.

"Well, I can't be sitting straight up back here, now can
I?" I said, still laughing.  They saw as how I couldn't,
and jumped in on either side of me.  "You know, my
mouth is a little tired of sucking, boys.... suppose we
could find another way to help you out?" I asked,
pulling my knees up and spreading them suggestively.

"Oh, shit yeah!" said the other guy.  I pulled my skirt up
higher, bunching it at my waist as he unfastened his
pants.  Kneeling in the back of the truck, he pulled them
down and his nice hard cock sprang up, bouncing in
front of him.  "Well, come around here, now," I said. 
"No, you don't have to get them all the way off... You'll
do, just like that..."  He had been trying to pull his tight
jeans off, but I always kinda liked screwing with clothes
on. Sexy somehow.  So with his pants down around his
thighs he got between my legs.  My pussy was already
wet, so all I did was pull my panties to the side and
spread my legs real wide as he leaned over me.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah.... "I groaned as his hot cock slid
between my pussy lips and started to slide down my wet
tunnel.  I lifted my legs up, my feet in the air behind him
as he bent over more and pushed himself deeper and
deeper.  "Yeah... yeah..." I moaned.  He started fucking
me with about half his cock, in and out real fast, then
started pushing deeper with each strock till his cock was
buried deep inside me.

"Oh, baby!" chuckled Jimmy as his friend started to fuck
me harder.  "mmmf, mmmf, mmmf, I grunted as he did. 
The ridges in the bed of the truck weren't all that
comfortable, but it felt so good, having a stiff cock
fucking my pussy at last.  "Yeah, yeah...."

Once again I was with a boy who was to hot for my own
good.  He'd probably been rubbing himself while he
watched me sucking Ricky, so it didn't take long before
thes guy whose name I still didn't know was puming his
cum deep into my pussy.  I had been close to cumming
myself, but he came a little too fast, so when he was
done, I rushed him off of me.  He started to collapse on
me, but I pushed him up.  "No, baby... Jimmy's turn... 
Jimmy, you gotta get this girl off!"

He pulled out and rolled to the side, banging his ass on
the wheel well.  He yelped a little, but I didn't pay
attention, as Jimmy had his pants pulled down now, and
was ready to enter me.  He bent over, kneeling between
my legs, and pushed the big head of his cock into the
cummy opening of my cunt.

"Fuck me hard, baby... make me cum.... " I begged him
as he shoved his cock deep into my sloppy hole.  He just
grinned and started driving that big hard cock into me
with long, even thrusts.  I started moaning right away,
picking up almost where I had left off, and I soon felt my
only orgasm of the night on it's way.  (Not that I count. 
One good one a day is more than enough...)  "Yeah,
Jimmy, yeah, baby... like that... now harder.. harder
baby...."

Jimmy bent down over me and I wrapped my arms and
legs around him, my spiked heels hooked behind his
butt, pulling him into me faster and faster.  His hands
went down, under my ass and grabbed hold, his weight
all on my torso as he humped harder and harder,
holding my ass as he slapped himself against me.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" I started chanting as I felt myself about
to cum.  I forgot I was outside as my pleasure built to the
breaking point, at last screaming, "Oh, yeah, Jimmy, fuck
me! fuck me! I'm cumming!"  I held him hard, pulling
him into me as my cunt clamped down on his cock. 
With my ankles, I held him deep inside me as spasm
after spasm of ecstasy poured through me.  He worked
himself around inside me as best he could, me clinging
to him so tightly.

At last my orgasm started to pass, and I let him loose a
little.  He was crazy by this time, almost ready to cum
himself, and he jammed his cock into my sloppy pussy
like a madman, banging my backside against the hard
bed of the truck.  I groaned in pain as one of the ridges
caught my tail bone, and just as I did, I felt Jimmy bust
loose.

"Grrrrrr!" He growled as his cock started to spew hot
cum into me.  He made more guttural kinds of noises as
he jammed himself deep and held his spasming cock
there, pumping more and more of his jizz into me.  Still
as he was I could feel each spasm of his cock with the
walls of my pussy.  It was amazing.  Then, finally, he
started fucking in and out a little bit, just to get the last
out of his climax and the last bit of cum into my cunt. 
"Oh, baby!" he grinned as he rolled aside.

I just lay there for a while.  I looked up through the back
window of Ricky's truck, and saw his smiling face.  I
smiled back as I pulled my soaked panties over my
pussy and sat up.  Jimmy tossed me my top, and I pulled
it over my head.  

Though the second movie was barely half over, Ricky
took me home.  Word spread through the school pretty
fast about the events at the drive in, I think.  I got a lot
more invitations to movies after that, but I didn't accept
them all.... Girl's gotta have SOME standards.. right?