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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Trailer Trash Teen -- Ch.1 -- (f/b, oral)
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 06:10:02 -0400
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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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first posted 01/09/2003

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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 third 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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IF (for some strange reason) you want to distribute 
this story without 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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