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Subject: {ASSM} Trailer Trash Teen -- Ch.1 -- (f/b, oral)
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 09:10:03 -0500
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THIS story should only be read by adults who understand the difference
between fiction and reality.
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This story has lots of edgy sex (edgy =
if-it-was-real-it'd-be-illegal) involved. But they're not real!!! So
enjoy with a clear conscience if you're mature enough!
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I respond to all e-mails so please e-me if you want me to keep
writing!
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TRAILER TRASH TEEN
by Punky Girl (punky_girl04@yahoo.com)
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(this is my first "published" story!)


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Chapter One: Tina Babysitting
(f/b, oral)
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On Saturday morning Tina Carlson was busy doing her regular aerobics
in front of the television. She wore a pair of tight gray sweat-pants
and a red tank top that left her firm belly fully exposed. She'd been
working out for over an hour without a break.

She was beginning to feel woozy. 

Tina exercised like this because she thought she was fat. She wasn't,
of course (not even close) but like a lot of girls her age she was so
paranoid about looking obese that she worked out regularly and ate as
little as possible. This was her nature: to obsess over things.

She obsessed about her body the most. The result? Her tiny body,
though too small and skinny for some, was a perfect example of teenage
sexuality for others. Her a-cup breasts, firm rounded butt, and skinny
yet toned form sometimes looked malnourished but at least, Tina
reasoned, she wasn't chubby! She was proud of weighing only ninety-one
pounds, and freaked out if she gained even one.

Tina was sixteen years old, and she looked it. Her body was just
finalizing its curves and her skin still had that fresh, soft glow of
youth to it. But since she was sixteen, there was little chance the
short, 5'4" tall girl would grow much taller. But she didn't care that
much. She thought she was a good height, and besides, she had a cute
face: a rounded jaw-line that allowed her generous smiles and menacing
scowls; bright, wide blue eyes; and shoulder-length light blonde hair
which was thin and wispy. Her small breasts bothered her more, and she
still crossed her fingers in the hope that a late "spurt" would push
her into at least a b-cup later on.

What she was currently wearing for her workout was pretty much
standard dress for the girl, except for the sweatpants which she only
wore during a workout. She liked t-shirts and tank tops, denim jeans
and shorts, none of it ever designer or too expensive. Generally, too,
she preferred tight clothing: flaunting her body excited her, although
she told herself she only did it because it was "funny" to mess with
the boys at school.

Her dad was still asleep. He'd drank too much the night before, as
usual, and would be unconscious until two or three in the afternoon at
the earliest. He was a truck driver for a living and an alcoholic
gambler on the side. Tina didn't like much thinking about him and was
glad that his job kept him away for long periods of time.

Tina continued exercising before the TV until she nearly collapsed. At
that point, her head woozy and sweat gleaming over her body, she
stopped: she knew the symptoms. She had to either take a break or pass
out.

Panting from the exertion, she grabbed the remote-control and clicked
the TV off, ending Jane Fonda and her "Complete Workout" tape (Tina's
favorite). She threw the remote to the floor next to her weights and
undid her pulled-back hair in one swift movement.

Crossing the small room to a nightstand-turned-table she grabbed her
smokes and stepped outside for some fresh air. The screen door slammed
close behind her. She lit a cigarette once outside and began puffing
away as she thought about school, her body and her father, in that
order.

Just one more fuckin' month until finals, she thought bitterly. 

Tina had been falling behind in her schoolwork  at Warren High. This
marking period-- her second as a sophomore--- had to end with a score
of at least 3.0 or it'd be impossible for the semester to end with her
remaining on the honor roll. If she wasn't on the honor roll her
chances of getting a scholarship would plummet when she started
applying for college the next year when she became a junior.

For nearly three years Tina had been obsessed with getting an
out-of-state scholarship. She wanted to leave South Carolina and go to
a respectable university, to become a professional of some kind. She
wanted to be more like her mother, who'd died when she was three, and
less like her father (who was still very much alive). She wanted to
get out of the fucking trailer she shared with her dad, move into a
dorm room, and never look back!

If she didn't get good grades to qualify for a scholarship, though,
it'd be impossible. She looked around the trailer-park from her
front-step and shook her head in anger.

No fucking way! she thought. Then she vowed to herself, out loud: "If
I'm not gone from here in two years I'll fucking kill myself!"

Minutes passed and she was about to finish her smoke and go back
inside, when her neighbor, a 30-year-old "exotic dancer" named Carol,
called her over.

Carol Masons lived just one lot over and Tina had known the woman for
years. She didn't like her, never had. Carol was the type of person
Tina had always hoped to God she'd avoid becoming: stupid, poor, and
alone.

"You mind watching Joey for a quick sec?" Ms. Masons asked while
simultaneously putting on some gaudy earrings. "I got a appointment
I'm late for..."

Tina sighed. "Sure thing, Carol." 

There was no point in making an excuse. If she refused then Carol
would certainly mention it to her dad who, since she was such an easy
fuck, would be eager to please. And then Tina would be grounded.

She's such a stupid fuckin' cock-tease, Tina thought bitterly.
Thrusting those double d's around all the time...

Her dad had never gotten any from her, of that Tina was certain.

Carol didn't seem to notice the girl's less-than-eager response, nor
her piercing glare. "Thanks, hon!" she chirped absentmindedly. "I'll
be back before two!"

Tina watched as the woman jumped in her '85 Thunderbird and roar away
in a cloud of dust.

She walked lazily over to the neighboring trailer. The sun was full
and hot in the sky and the teenage girl glumly realized she'd be stuck
inside all day, most likely.

Oh well, she thought. It wouldn't be the first time.

As soon as she entered Joey was there. He was twelve years old, just
slightly chubby and just barely pubescent, with small freckles on his
cheeks and sandy, unkempt hair.

"Mom's gone?" he asked softly.

Tina nodded.

"You gonna watch me?"

She nodded again. 

Silence followed. She looked around the small room, same as ever:
littered with clothes, dishes, and crumbs. The television set was loud
with the sounds of a Superman cartoon while a radio blared country
music from the kitchen area.

"Whatta you wanna do?" she asked.

He shifted his eyes a little. He seemed so cute and innocent at times,
she thought. And he really was. Too shy to be rude and too dumb to be
a smartass, he'd always been the perfect, albeit strange,
neighbor-boy.

"Could we fuck?" he asked sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes and made to step past him, but he stepped in her
way. She looked down and saw a sort of desperateness in his eyes.

She sighed.

"I'm not in the mood," she answered. It was the truth. She was tired
and sweaty from the work-out and besides, it was still early!

"Please?" he asked, voice low and embarrassed. "I'll be quick, swear."

She closed her eyes and let out a long breath through her nostrils. It
was 12:30pm. His mom would be home by two at the latest, she'd said,
which probably meant three at the earliest.

She decided to compromise. "I'll touch it, 'kay?"

He looked up in relief, but decided to press for more. "Suck it?"

She took another deep breath and rolled her large eyes. "Fine," she
agreed. "Only a little, though, 'kay?"

He smiled slightly and took a nervous step backwards. She looked
around the littered room.

"I should wash up first 'cause I'm sweaty," she declared. She watched
him shift nervously in place.

"Kin I watch?" he asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders as she walked past him. "Just don't do
nothin' stupid... I really have to wash up, for real."

He didn't protest but followed her into the small bathroom that
consisted of a shower stall, sink and toilet. She started the water as
he entered the room.

She could feel his eyes lingering on her ass and realized that her
sweatpants, still soaked with her perspiration from the aerobics, left
little to the imagination. The pants clung to her soft skin framing
her round butt, she knew, and she sighed as a tingle of excitement
rippled through her small frame.

Steam began rising from the shower as she pulled off her tank-top.
Joey had taken a seat on the toilet and watched intensely as she
undressed. She pretended to ignore his presence.

With her top off now she slowly peeled down her pants, making sure to
bend at the waist rather than kneel. This sexy maneuver was both
intended and instinctual: she couldn't help it. As much as she knew
she'd be regretting this later, right now she loved the forbidden rush
it gave her!

Tina knew how strange and even sick it was to be turned on by a
12-year-old boy, let alone to do sexual things with one. She could
hardly even remember how it had all begun, except that she'd caught
him jerking off and that it had excited her. That was nearly a year
ago.

She took off her bra with no fan-fare whatsoever and gave him only the
slightest look of acknowledgment. Her firm, tiny a-cup breasts slid
free and, as expected, Joey gulped audibly. As she'd suspected he
didn't seem to even notice her panties come off, so entranced by her
breasts was he.

She stepped into the hot shower stream, then, and began to bathe. She
was fully aware of his eyes on her body. Slowly she washed the suds of
soap up her young, nubile frame, paying particular attention to her
breasts and only slightly more to her pussy. She trembled as she
intentionally pinched her nipples between her fingers, not looking at
the boy who watched her but delighting in the knowledge of his
presence.

She looked over at him, suddenly, as she began to soap up her long
blonde hair. He could be a statue! Eyes wide, mouth set in a tight
grimace, a mixture of excitement and torment on his face.

Water was splashing out of the shower since she hadn't closed the
curtain. She turned slowly as she washed, feeling the cool air against
her wet skin, sending more water out onto the floor.

Her excitement built as she used a washcloth to soap up her body,
especially when she realized he was rubbing himself through his pants.
Finally she finished and stepped out of the shower dripping wet.

She walked over to him not bothering to cover her pale body. "Wanna
start?" she asked, shrugging like it made no difference to her when in
fact all she wanted was to go further.

He gulped, nodding his head slightly.

Eyes locked on his, Tina slowly dropped to her knees. "Wanna touch
'em?" she invited, referring to her breasts.

As she looked down at his jean shorts Tina felt the boy's hands
gently, nervously, touch her tits. It didn't seem to matter how many
times they did this sort of thing, he was always nervous!

She shivered at his touch and began unzipping his shorts. He scooted
his butt forward on the porcelain toilet and she pulled the shorts off
completely. Next she slid her hand over the bulge in his Fruit of the
Loom briefs and cupped his whole, boyish package in her small hand,
making him gasp.

Now that the excitement had washed away any remaining shame from her,
she used her slender fingers to pull down his underwear. Once again he
lifted his butt up, and suddenly his hard penis popped out.

Still dripping wet from the shower, and feeling especially moist now
between her legs, she gently gripped his member. As usual it jumped in
her hand. She studied it slowly. It seemed harder than usual and 
there was no bush of nasty pubic hair obscuring it. She loved that
about his young cock.

She stroked it up and down, making his legs tremble noticeably next to
her. He would cum just from this if she continued much longer! But she
wanted to go further, still, and had promised to, besides. She licked
her lips, and pressed them together for a kiss.

As soon as her thin lips made contact with his penis' head he
shuddered on the toilet seat, his hands gripping her shoulders.

Tina quickly considered all the usual regrets she'd have later, but
then dismissed them. This wasn't bad! This wasn't sick!

She slowly opened her wet lips and allowed the member into her hot
mouth. She could hear him moaning as she took his cock slowly inside,
licking her long tongue around it as she did. She looked up and could
see his face convulsed in what could be mistaken for pain.

She bobbed her head forward, quivering as the boy-cock slid across her
warm lips, over her tongue. Her damp hair swayed around her head as
she began to give him a "proper" blowjob: her tongue sped up, licking
his head; her lips dragged across his 12-year-old shaft, making him
moan while her throat made guttural sounds, relishing the invading
object.

Ever so gently she placed her right hand on his balls, which were
lightly fuzzed with the beginnings of puberty. She squeezed them
gently. She could tell he was trying to remain quiet for some reason,
as if someone might hear.

And then, just when her knees were beginning to hurt from kneeling on
the cold tiled floor she heard him pant, "Aw god! Aw god!"

She bobbed her head forward, knowing what would happen as the head of
his dick hit the back of her throat, and sealed her lips around the
base of his cock.

And then she felt a final throb within her tender mouth. She sucked
long and hard in encouragement, never letting his penis move back.
Then, finally, his cum spurted out--- it made her gag for a second as
her mouth filled with it, then sigh eagerly as she sucked the gooiness
down. She gulped it down her tight throat, into her belly. She
shuddered in delight when it gushed down into her hungry stomach.

She let the limp penis linger in her mouth for a moment. She began
sucking it again, licking the remnants of his sperm off, before
finally pulling back.

He was staring at her with wide, almost fearful child-like eyes.

"What?" she asked, curiously, wiping saliva and cum off her lips with
the back of her hand.

He shook his head. "Nuttin'," he whispered. "Thanks..."

She stood up and gave him a wry smile then began to dry herself off,
finally. He snuck out as she did.

What a weird kid, she thought to herself.

She grabbed a toothbrush, most likely Joey's, and brushed her teeth as
she hummed happily to herself.

Then the feelings of guilt and self-loathing began to seep in, as
usual. She tried to ignore them by pretending nothing had happened.
She'd deal with those thoughts later.

After brushing her teeth she got dressed again in her sweaty clothes,
wishing she'd brought a change with her. She then went out to the
living room where both she and Joey would pretend the whole thing
hadn't happened, just like always, and watch TV.


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END OF CHAPTER ONE
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my consent, well, there's nothing I can do about it is there? Frankly
I wouldn't mind either. But a simple e-mail in advance would make me
feel wanted!: punky_girl04@yahoo.com
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PLEASE e-mail me with any comments/advice/mistakes you notice... this
is the first chapter of what will be my first posted story and I could
use ANY sort of feedback! thanks!

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