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White Trash
By Carla (carla305@aol.com)

***

The making of a teenage white trash girl. (mf-yteens, 
orgy, oral, mast, anal)

***

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 psychological 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 stepfather, 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 disappointment, 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!

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 clit. 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 door 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 could 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 stroke till his cock 
was buried deep inside me.

"Oh, baby! chuckled Jimmy as his friend started to 
fuck me harder. "Mmmmf, 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 
these guys whose name I still didn't know was pumping 
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?

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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