Trailer trash teen ch.6

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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END OF CHAPTER SIX

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