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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Trailer Trash Teen -- Ch.6 -- (f/b)
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 07:10:04 -0400
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TRAILER TRASH TEEN
by Punky Girl (punky_girl04@yahoo.com)
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Chapter Six: Before Midnight
(f/b)
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An hour after she got off the phone with Razor, Tina 
was sitting on a lawn chair just outside the front 
door to the trailer home smoking a cigarette. She was 
agitated: her body was trembling uncontrollably. She 
felt like she should probably eat, but had no 
appetite. Her mind was racing and she found it 
difficult to concentrate on anything.

The sun had set and it was almost eight o' clock. 
She'd been fucked by two loan sharks a couple hours 
before. She still couldn't believe how fantastic it 
had been, how incredibly awesome it had felt! She felt 
guilty for doing it, though, and had to struggle to 
keep herself from feeling ashamed. Yet she couldn't 
ignore the reason she'd done it, try as she might: to 
help her dad.

Her dad. That asshole! That fucking alcoholic gambler 
who, just four days before, had punched her! She 
gently touched her eye, which wasn't nearly as swollen 
anymore, as she thought on this.

He's still my dad, she thought to herself sadly. What 
else can I do? 

Tina hated him in a lot of ways, and always had. She 
wanted nothing more than to move away to college, to 
leave the trailer park behind and never see her 
father's face again. But she couldn't bear the thought 
of anything bad happening to him either! He was her 
dad and, for all his faults, always would be. It was 
all so confusing!

So that was it then. She'd made her decision: she'd 
already fucked the two loan sharks, had even enjoyed 
it immensely, so that they wouldn't hurt him. But now 
she needed to come up with over $300 by Saturday 
afternoon as she'd promised, or it could be her ass! 
Which was why she was counting down the minutes till 
midnight, when Razor would be stopping by to pick her 
up.

It was probably a bad idea for a lot of reasons, she 
realized. Tonight she was going to officially become a 
prostitute. That alone was bad enough. She felt her 
empty stomach lurch at the very thought of it! But it 
was like events were outside of her control, now: she 
had to do it. She had to! There was no choice...

She shook away the voice in the back of her head that 
tried futilely to remind her she always had a choice. 
That voice had become easier and easier to ignore 
these last couple of months. It was as if, deep 
inside, Tina always knew exactly what she should and 
should not be doing but that she had become an expert 
in not only ignoring that part of herself, but in 
fighting it, too.

She sighed when she remembered her classes as well. 
She had to be up early for school, yet she was going 
to prostitute herself at midnight? She had to make it 
for class in the morning! She scolded herself for 
being stupid enough to agree to starting tonight. She 
could have begun the next night, but that would have 
meant not going to Michelle's party. 

After finishing her cigarette Tina stood, felt dizzy, 
then sat down again. She'd smoked too fast. She 
breathed in deeply then pulled out another cigarette.

Just as she took her first hit from it, though, she 
nearly screamed when Joey appeared.

"Hello," he said in his usual quiet voice.

"Jesus Joey!" she shouted, coughing out a stream of 
smoke, "You scared the shit outta me!"

He nodded in embarrassment. He always seemed 
embarrassed, Tina realized.

"What're you doin' out here?" she asked, more gently 
this time. It was easy to upset the poor kid, and Tina 
hated doing that to him.

He shrugged. "Saw you come out."

"Where's your mom?" Tina asked.

Again the 12-year-old boy shrugged. "Work, I guess." 

Tina nodded. She took another hit from her smoke and 
closed her bathrobe tighter around her body, then 
said, "So what do you want?"

"I want to show you something," Joey replied.

Tina was surprised. She hadn't really expected him to 
answer, unless he'd wanted sex. But if that's all he'd 
wanted, he would have just said so.

"Show me what?" she asked suspiciously.

"In my room," he answered, backing away. "Come on..."

Tina rolled her eyes. What she really wanted to do was 
go back inside, go to sleep, and wake up feeling 
normal again. Of course, that wouldn't happen: Razor 
would arrive in four hours.

But to feel normal, go to school, feel normal again! 
It was such an attractive thought. She shook it away. 

"Alright," Tina sighed. She stood up, held her 
bathrobe tightly around her naked body, and followed 
the boy to the neighboring trailer.

Inside everything was quiet. The TV wasn't on, nor was 
the radio. It was disconcerting: the trailer was 
usually filled with sounds from both! Tina followed 
the young boy to his bedroom in silence, feeling sort 
of apprehensive about all this. Joey didn't usually 
act so mysterious.

She took a seat on the edge of his bed, the sheets of 
which had pictures of WWF wrestlers on them. There 
were similar posters on the walls of the small room, 
and action figures, too. A typical boy's room, she 
thought.

He rummaged in his closet then came back with a 
shoebox. He placed it next to her on the bed, and 
stood before her. A strange smile was on his face.

"What's in the box?" Tina asked, trying to sound 
casual. In fact, she was a bit nervous.

"Look," he replied.

Slowly, she lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a 
Penthouse magazine.

Tina sighed in relief. "That's all?" she asked 
lightly. "I seen lots of them before, Joey. Where'd 
you get it?"

The strange smile hadn't left the boy's face. "Mama's 
last boyfriend," he replied. "He left it here when she 
kicked him out. 

"But look what else he left," Joey said, lifting the 
magazine away.

Tina gasped. Underneath the magazine, to Tina's utter 
shock, was a gun.

It was as silver-plated pistol with a black hand-grip. 
Tina's heart rate, already increased, took another 
jump at the sight of it.

"Joey--" she began.

Before she could finish he'd picked it up. A strange 
glimmer was in his eyes as he stared at it. It looked 
incredibly large in his small hands, Tina thought, and 
incredibly scary.

"Isn't it neat?" Joey asked breathlessly. "He tried to 
throw it away but I found it... it's mine!"

Tina gulped and her mind raced. What was she supposed 
to say?

"Joey... why did you keep it?" she asked, incredibly 
nervous at this point.

He looked away from the gun. He seemed confused. 
"Why?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

"Guns are... you know... real dangerous..." Tina said 
slowly.

Joey looked hurt. "You don't think it's cool?" he 
asked.

"No, no! It's cool and all," she said quickly. "But, 
uhm... maybe you shouldn't keep it very long? I 
mean... something could happen..."

Joey seemed stunned. He lowered the gun. "Nothing will 
happen," he said. "I've had it a while and nothing 
happened. Why don't you like it?"

Tina shook her head. "No, Joey! I do like it, it's 
real cool! But... I mean, is it loaded?"

He looked away from her. Slowly, he placed the gun 
back in the shoebox, and put the porno-mag back on top 
of it. "No," he said softly. "There aren't even any 
bullets."

Tina sighed with relief.  

Joey put the shoebox back in his closet in silence. 
When he was done, he was frowning. He looked like he 
might even cry.

"What's wrong?" Tina asked.

He shrugged. "I just thought you'd like it."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "I do like it, Joey! 
That's so cool you have a gun... you just have to be 
careful, is all!" 

"There aren't any bullets," Joey said again.

"Even so," Tina replied.

Joey nodded. "Okay," he said softly.

Tina felt bad for the kid. He'd expected some other 
reaction from her, some reaction that would make him 
feel "cool" or something. She could tell just by 
looking at him that he'd been devastated by her shock. 

"Well," Tina said. "You're the only person I know who 
has a gun..."

He brightened up. "Really?" 

"Yeah," she nodded. She looked around the small room. 
Suddenly, she didn't want to leave. It felt good to 
interact with someone again, someone she knew. Joey 
always ended up making her feel better, she realized.

"What happened to your eye?" Joey suddenly asked.

She looked away from him. She nearly gave him her 
prepared story about falling off her bike, but 
hesitated. She felt bad lying to him.

"Did your daddy hit you?" he asked.

She looked up at him. He was staring at her, nearly 
expressionless. Finally, she nodded.

"Yeah," she said, softly. "He did. But don't tell no 
one, okay?"

Joey nodded. "Mama hits me sometimes, too."

Tina had figured as much. She'd seen him with bruises 
on his arms and, a couple times, even on his face.

"Sucks, don't it?" she said.

"Yeah," he replied.

Tina wanted to change the subject. She didn't want to 
think about her dad, or start thinking about 
everything that was happening again. Suddenly she 
asked, "Hey, wanna read that magazine together?"

Joey's eyes glimmered in excitement. But he didn't say 
anything, he just nodded. 

"Okay," she said. She smiled and gestured like he 
should get it out.

Quickly the 12-year-old boy went back to the closet 
and grabbed the magazine. Tina laid down on her 
stomach on his small bed and he did likewise alongside 
her, and after adjusting themselves so that neither 
would fall off, she opened the magazine up. 

She was leaning on her elbows to hold her body up, and 
Joey was doing the same thing. They stared down at a 
picture of a redheaded model leaning back, legs 
splayed wide, smiling out at the camera.

"She's cute, huh?" Tina asked.

"I guess," Joey said, embarrassed.

Tina laughed. It was a genuine laugh: she was actually 
feeling good! "I know you like her, Joey, the magazine 
flipped right to it!" 

"I only looked at it a couple times!" he said, 
defensively.

Tina giggled and turned the page. Together the two 
looked at page after page of beautiful women, 
sometimes with men, sometimes with each other. 
Occasionally Tina would make a comment, but mostly she 
just pointed at things she liked, and Joey would nod.

When they got to the letters section Tina asked, "You 
read these?"

He shook his head. "No, not yet," he said.

"Okay," she smiled. "I'll read them to you. Okay?"

Joey nodded.
 
She cleared her throat and began reading. It was 
boring at first, until she got to the sex part...

"I gasped when she touched me there," she read aloud, 
changing her voice so that it sounded more sexy. "I'd 
never had another woman touch my pussy before... But I 
liked it, so I didn't resist. Soon, she was fingering 
me, right in the middle of the movie theatre, my 
boyfriend totally unaware of what this strange woman 
was doing to me!"

Tina found herself getting turned on as she read, and 
she knew that Joey was, too. Her voice grew even more 
husky when she got to the rawer descriptions:

"His cock pounded in and out of me like a jackhammer, 
slamming in and out of my pussy over and over as I 
sucked on Roger's cock. Suddenly he came and my mouth 
filled with his sperm, just as I exploded in 
orgasm..."

Tina stopped reading. She looked over at Joey, who was 
staring at her face.

She stared back, smiling slightly. He was so cute: his 
shaggy hair unkempt about his head, his large child-
like eyes wide open and innocent. She thought about 
the boys in the woods and how nasty that had ended up, 
and about Razor, who was trying to turn her into a 
whore.

Joey would never do that. He'd never make her feel 
bad. In the end he was the only person she could trust 
to be there for him, sexually and otherwise...

She read another line from the magazine: "Even after I 
came he kept hammering into me, and I stared up at his 
wife whose eyes were locked on where her husband's 
cock entered my body..."

Tina stopped again. Joey was still staring at her. 
Finally she looked at him and asked, "You want to fuck 
now?"

He nodded.

She closed the magazine and sat up. "Okay, get naked 
first," she instructed him.

As he undressed Tina took off her bathrobe. Her heart 
was racing in excitement. It wasn't entirely sexual 
excitement: she'd been fucked silly just a couple of 
hours before and even reading those letters to Joey 
hadn't been enough to get her to her usual arousal 
point. Instead it was mostly a good excitement. This 
felt right! It was nice, it was safe.

It was totally different from what she'd done 
earlier... and would do again in four short hours, but 
right now, the feelings of doubt and shame weren't 
there. This felt right, it felt natural.

When Joey was naked he stood at the edge of the bed, 
staring at her naked body. She smiled at him. Slowly 
she cupped her small breasts in her hands and asked, 
"You really like these, don't you?"

He blushed, then nodded quickly.

"What about this?" she asked, turning toward him and 
spreading her legs apart. She put her hand on her 
lightly fuzzed pussy and winked.

Slowly she began to rub herself down there as the 12-
year-old watched intently. "What do you like better?" 
she asked, lowering her voice to sound sexy.

He shrugged. "I dunno... both, I guess..."

She continued to rub at her pussy, then abruptly began 
fingering herself as soon as she got wet. She kept her 
large young eyes locked on his, which were locked on 
her pussy.

She laid back on the bed, relaxing at her own touch. 
Softly she whispered, "I want you to lick it..."

He'd never done that to her before, and she wondered 
if he'd know what she meant. A moment passed while she 
continued wondering, then suddenly she felt his tongue 
tentatively touch right where her finger was inserted.

She moaned softly and removed her finger. "Go on, 
Joey, lick me a little...," she urged.

The 12-year-old boy complied. Tina's body tingled as 
he licked at her hole. He certainly was no expert, but 
he became eager very quickly. She encouraged him with 
moans of desire as her body finally became truly 
aroused.

She let him continue for another minute or so, then 
said, "Okay, okay, Joey," and leaned back up. She 
looked down between her legs and saw Joey staring up 
at her, face glistening with her juices, a look of 
confusion on his cute boyish face.

"Get up here," she instructed as she slid off the bed.

He scrambled up and Tina saw his small boy-cock 
hardened between his legs. She waited for him to lie 
back on the bed as she stared at his young body. 

He's so incredibly cute, she thought. 

Her own body tingling now with desire, Tina crawled up 
over him on the bed. She was a few inches taller than 
him so she scooted her body down, then pressed her 
body onto his. 

She slowly began to kiss him on the lips. She'd never 
kissed him before, and he didn't know how to respond.

"Touch me," she whispered to him.

She felt his hand tentatively touch her waist
 
She continued kissing him, tasting her own wetness on 
his lips. She pressed her tongue against him until he 
opened his mouth and allowed it to slip inside.

Joey's hands were roaming her body more boldly, now. 
She felt them grip her round butt as she made out with 
him. This was Joey's first kiss, she realized. That 
excited her even more!

It felt so good to kiss someone again. She hadn't 
kissed anyone since... well, it'd been a while! She'd 
forgotten the joys of making out, kissing, exploring 
someone else's mouth with her tongue. 

Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and pushed herself up 
from his body. She brushed her blonde hair away from 
her face as she stared down at his, and said, "You 
ready?"

He nodded. He wasn't smiling, nor frowning, but his 
eyes told her that he was more than ready!

She scooted her body up to position herself, then 
straddled his waist between her legs. She reached back 
under her body until she found his small penis. It 
jumped in her tiny hand as she gripped it lovingly and 
stroked it a couple of times.

She looked down between their bodies at it and, with 
some difficulty, positioned her pussy just above it. 
Slowly she began to lower herself down until the head 
of his small dick began to press against her hole, 
then finally enter it.

She sighed at the sensation, and let go of the cock. 
She placed her hands on the mattress and slowly 
pressed her pussy down until his dick was fully inside 
her.

"How does that feel?" she asked, voice slightly 
strained.

"G-good," Joey gulped.

They'd never fucked with her on top before: this was a 
night of firsts for the two! She began to rhythmically 
slide her pussy up and down on his cock, enjoying the 
feeling of it inside her.
 
There was no way she'd get off like this, though, she 
thought. His dick felt good inside, sure, but she felt 
disappointedly empty compared to the sizeable cocks 
she'd had a few hours before. Still, she ground her 
hips downward upon his dick, pressing his boyish penis 
into the walls of her vagina. She yelped at the 
feeling and began to rock forward and back, panting 
with pleasure and excitement as she tried to get 
herself off.

She heard Joey's breath began to speed up and he 
started making little spastic sounds of pleasure. She 
continued rocking and grinding upon his dick, then, 
and felt a small spark of energy ripple between her 
legs. She dug her fingers into the boy's shoulders as 
she gently, softly climaxed.

My first orgasm directly from him, her racing mind 
thought. Just then, quite suddenly, she felt him cum 
inside her body.

Tina continued rocking her body forward and back on 
him until his cock had gone limp and slid out from 
her.

She rolled off of him, then, and laid next to his 
frozen body. He wasn't moving a muscle, only staring 
upward at the ceiling trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks," she whispered into his ear. She cuddled up 
next to him and draped her arm over his body as she 
smiled.

A few moments of silence passed. Tina felt good: 
although she hadn't cum, she felt satisfied. She held 
her body against Joey's, and felt she could fall 
asleep just like that.

"Tina?" he asked, breaking the silence. His voice was 
soft and anxious.

"Mmm hmm?" she responded.

"I-- I love you," he said.

Tina froze. Her mood shifted dramatically at his 
words. She leaned up on the bed and crawled off of it.

"Tina?" he asked, leaning up.

"What?" she asked shortly as she quickly pulled on her 
bathrobe.

She looked over at the boy. His eyes were wide and 
pleading. He asked, "Don't you love me too?"

Her heart melted at his words. She froze, then 
finished tying her bathrobe close. She sighed heavily 
then took a seat on the edge of the bed next to him. 

"Of course I do," she responded. She meant it.

"Then what's wrong?" he asked her.

She sighed. "Joey," she began, "You don't really love 
me."

He seemed hurt by his words, and he certainly didn't 
believe them. "I do!" he insisted. "I want to marry 
you someday!"

Tina laughed at that, but it wasn't a malicious laugh. 
She said, "Joey, trust me, you really don't want to 
marry me!"

"Why not?" he asked.

Tina looked away from him. She took a deep breath then 
said, "You deserve someone better than me.

"I'm no good, Joey."

The boy stared at her in confusion. She looked into 
his sad eyes for a moment, then she smiled to break 
the tension. "It's okay," she said lightly. "You're 
gonna meet someone great someday, I promise."

"When I'm older, I'm going to marry you," he insisted, 
stubbornly.

She stood up, then leaned over and kissed him lightly 
on his forehead. "Maybe," she said. "But trust me, you 
don't want to. Good night!" 

She headed toward his bedroom door. Just as she 
reached it he blurted out, "You are good!"

She glanced back at him. With eyes full of sadness she 
shook her head. "Maybe... but only at one thing." 

She blew him a kiss, then went back home without 
another word.


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