The next night at ten-thirty, Sheree lay staring up at the stars through the open vent in the trailer roof. She reveled in the feel of the cool breeze pushing at the closed drapes and, the sensation caused by her fingers roaming the hills and valleys of her own nude body.
The nubile teen let her mind drift, knowing it would soon float back to Johnny Hollister and the wonderful come his fingers and lips had given her the night before. That was what was so cool about sleeping out here in the summer – you could finger yourself off all night and no one knew the difference.
Idly, Sheree began teasing her clitoris again as her other hand stoked her nipples. She thought about Johnny's lips on her tits, and how great his finger had felt caressing her juicy cunt. She was almost sorry that he wasn't here right now. Maybe she'd even let him be the first to fuck her!
The very thought made Sheree giggle aloud. The whole school thought of her as the hottest piece of ass in the county and she was still a virgin!
Sheree rolled back and forth on the bed, her laughter uncontrollable as she relieved her two-month career as Cedar City's hottest pussy. Ever since the family had moved into town in the middle of the semester, people had been talking about Sheree.
Her first friend in town had been Pam Leyton a foxy, tough-talking brunette who liked to fuck and suck as well as she liked to breathe. Hanging around with her, adjusting her vocabulary to fit Pam's – fuckin' fight; that low-life cocksucker; righteous little cunt licker – Sheree was soon cast in the same role and the boys swarmed around like crazy.
Flattered by all of the attention from seniors with hot cars and big bankrolls, Sheree soon wised up to the fact that they also had hot dicks and big balls. And all they really wanted was a chance to shove those hot cocks into her untried little pussy and empty the contents of those nuts up into her womb.
Deciding that anything was better than going back to her former goody-goody role, Sheree accepted one of the offers from Tom Bradley, a tall, good-looking senior, and resolved to fuck him senseless, if that was what he wanted as the price of a date.
It was Tom who had started Sheree on the road to prick-teasing and educated her about the male ego. Wanting to get it over with, Sheree had simply unzipped Tom's pants as soon as they were parked. His cock had not really been that large, Sheree realized now, but back then it had looked like a baseball bat in her inexperienced eyes.
"Oooh, Tommy, it's so big! You'll split my little pussy wide open with that big thing if you're not careful!" she had exclaimed in wonder.
A muffled gasp had escaped from the senior's clenched jaw as Sheree took his cock in her tiny hand and began stroking it in a choppy, amateurish manner. Pulling the cock skin up and down faster and faster as she got the knack, Sheree had used every dirty word she knew to tell Tom how much she wanted to feel his hot prick in her tight cunt.
Naturally, it hadn't taken long. A flood of steaming cock juice spurted out onto the dash of the car, dribbling down onto the shag carpet amid Sheree's squeals of excitement and Tom's curses.
That was when Sheree began to learn about human nature and the male ego. For Tom Bradley hadn't told his admiring buddies what really happened – he had gone on and on about what a great fuck Sheree Sable really was!
And Sheree had never set the record straight. Why should she? Her phone never stopped ringing for dates. She never missed a big party. And she had yet to meet a guy she couldn't get to shoot his nuts all over the headliner or front seat of his car as Sheree's talented fingers whipped his meat and her eager voice spurred him to unexpected excitement.
It had all started out as a game, one in which Sheree had been more than willing to put up her knockout, virginal body as table stakes. Now, lying in the darkness of the trailer, fingering her warm, juicy cunt as she mentally relived her "career", Sheree wondered how many more boys with big reputations as studs she would embarrass before one of them finally fucked her.
How big could her sex Goddess fame grow without ever fucking anyone?
There was a light tapping sound on the trailer's metal door. In the quiet of the summer night, it sounded to Sheree like the fist of doom bashing at her hideaway. It was probably her mom!
"Shit!" Sheree fumed as she jumped up.
Panic growing as the tapping became more insistent, Sheree wiped the pussy juice from her fingers and pulled on the flannel pajamas she kept in the closet for emergencies. She went reluctantly to the door and opened it.
"Damn it, girl, do you have to be so slow and noisy about letting me in?" a deep male voice came from the darkness.
Johnny Hollister crouched down next to the wooden steps, a brown grocery bag under his arm and a worried look on his face. Sheree stood with her mouth open in utter surprise, and Johnny immediately seized the opportunity. He shouldered past her, pulling the door closed behind him and fumbling at the lock. He breathed a sigh of relief as it clicked shut.
"Shit, honey, this is no work for a nervous guy!" the big football player whispered, the excitement crackling in his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sheree demanded, shock leaving her and cold fear settling in its place.
"I was invited, remember?" he waved the brown bag at the dumbfounded girl. "And I got my ticket!"
The bag produced the unmistakable clink of bottles hitting each other as the football star sat it down on the table. He pulled out two plastic champagne glasses and sat them down next to the bag with a flourish.
"Not only sloe gin, but champagne!" Johnny grinned mischievously. "Now let's get the party started."
Numbly, as though she had been caned from a block of ice, Sheree watched as Johnny uncapped the cheap champagne and filled the glasses. Their eyes were accustomed to the near darkness, so it seemed almost light inside the small room when Johnny found Sheree's transistor radio and flipped it on. The green light from the dial and the soft thump of the rock beat seemed to fill the whale trailer.
"Where did you get this?" Sheree gestured with the full glass, playing for time.
"Wasn't easy," Johnny smiled, gulping some of the bubbling liquid down. "I had to give Bill Hasket's older brother enough money to get himself a whole case of beer to get him to buy this for me."
Sheree swallowed a mouthful of the highly carbonated, slightly sour wine. She toasted Johnny with her glass and smiled.
"I like a man who's resourceful," she encouraged him, making her smile even warmer. If he drank enough, Sheree knew from past experience, he wouldn't be able to do anything when they were in bed together – if it should come to that.
Johnny grinned like a little bay and drank the rest of the champagne in his glass. He immediately refilled his glass and took another sip.
"Mmm, good champagne, isn't it?" Sheree lied. "You know, Johnny, I want us both to get totally ripped tonight, so we won't have any inhibitions later, when we're fucking, ya' know?"
Johnny's grin froze on his boyish face and he hurriedly downed his wine in one gulp as Sheree casually mentioned "fucking". The experienced girl smiled. This was going to be easier than she had thought.
It took only a few more minutes for the tipsy football star to drain off the rest of the champagne. He came unsteadily to his feet and shuffled over to open the sloe gin and make them each a drink. He poured both glasses full with a minimum of mixer. Stumbling back to the bed, he handed Sheree her drink and sat down heavily next to her, putting his arm over her shoulder.
"Hey, list'n," he mumbled, "aren't you the little girl who told me she slept in the raw?" He eyed the baggy flannel pajamas suspiciously.
Suddenly, it was Sheree's turn to be embarrassed. She kept these pajamas out here for emergencies only, and she was ashamed to have anyone know she even owned such ugly things, let alone having them think that she normally wore such unbecoming clothes.
"I just put these on real quick, in case it was my folks at the, door," she explained nervously.
Johnny's face broke into a sly, lewd grin. "Take 'em off!"
Sheree giggled uneasily, knowing she was trapped. "Okay, but first we need one more drink," she promised.
Johnny made the drinks in a flash, straight this time, no mixer at all. The sweet liquor burned only slightly as Sheree downed her glassful, but it seemed to lack wallop.
"Come on, baby, we're drinking the holy living shit out of this stuff and I still don't see any skin!" Johnny hooted impatiently, holding up the half-empty fifth to illustrate his point.
Sheree grabbed the waving bottle away and drank from it in big, steady gulps. She finally gagged on the sugary taste after she had chugged half of what was left.
Backing up to the table, Sheree turned up the radio and began moving to the beat. Slowly, ever so slowly, her feet began to slide in perfect time to the music. Her arms twisted and snaked like those of a go-go dancer, but firm young thighs jerked up and back under the loose fabric of her pajama bottoms. Her breasts were swinging and rolling under the billowing top, their movements easily traced by the jutting bulges of Sheree's rapidly erecting nipples.
Another song began, an even faster one. Sheree's arms came up over her head and her lithe teenage body whipped from side to side, her hips grinding and her tits bouncing as tautly as they had the night before during her orgasm.
Even in the dim light of the trailer, Sheree could see Johnny's cock hardening beneath his zipper. When it looked big enough to tear the front of his pants out, the young temptress slowed the tempo and lowered her hands to the front of her pajama top. She undid the buttons slowly, letting her fingers fumble intentionally with the cloth as she ground her hips in time to the beat.
As the last button came free, Sheree executed a turn, giving the panting football player only a glimpse of swaying tit as she turned her back to him and kept on dancing. She shook her shoulders and half her arms out in back of her, letting the garment slip slowly down her arms and fall to the floor at Johnny's feet.
Tantalizingly, she glided back toward him, crossing her arms over her chest and turning to face him. An inch at a time, descending in perfect time with the beat, Sheree let her arms slip downward, teasingly releasing her mounds to roll free in a mesmerizing dance of their own.
Johnny picked up the sloe gin and inhaled what was left in three large swallows, his eyes never leaving the bobbing, bouncing tits jiggling two feet in front of him.
Placing her hands on her rocking hips, Sheree gave the loose-fitting pajamas a shove. They slipped down to the top of her pubic fringe, just a small tuft of brown fur showing over the elastic top band.
Satisfied, Sheree began to shake and shimmy again as the tempo increased. She started slow and increased the speed of her movements until the music reached a crescendo. As the drums crashed and the electric guitars wailed at the song's climax, Sheree parted her legs and pushed her cunt lewdly forward, her shoulders shimmying wildly.
The baggy pants slid magically down the slender columns of her legs, revealing the pouting gash of her pussy as her tits slapped across her chest against each other, vibrating slowly to a halt as she held the wanton pose and the music died away.
Johnny couldn't utter a sound. He simply dropped the bottle on the floor and reached for her.
The next twenty minutes were a sex and booze induced blur for both of them. Sheree's drunken mind spun crazily as she felt herself pushed down onto the bed and strong male fingers exploring every inch of her pulsing body. Her tongue was buried in Johnny's mouth, thrusting in time to the finger ravaging her willing cunt. His cock seemed to appear out of nowhere, and she moaned with passion as she took it in her hand and began pumping its rock-hard length with the gentlest, most pleasing strokes she knew.
The old, familiar rhythm started building in her hips as Johnny's finger burrowed into her cunt slit and slid almost to her deeply buried hymen. Harder and harder the beautiful teenager pushed upward with her yearning pussy, meeting his surges eagerly as her need for orgasm increased.
Suddenly, it was as if someone had hit Sheree in the back of the skull with a sledgehammer. She felt herself tumbling, falling away. It was as if Johnny's heavenly finger was the only thing holding her throbbing cunt onto the earth's surface.
Then the finger was gone! In drunken panic, Sheree opened her eyes. Blearily, she saw Johnny pulling off his jeans and rolling what looked like a balloon onto his jutting cock. Then he was back kneeling between her open legs, spreading her moistened pussy lips wide.
"No, please, no!" Sheree wailed frantically, but her cunt was already stretching open to receive the towering prick being wedged into it and her voice sounded small and far away even to her own ears.
She gasped as she felt his weight crash down onto her and the thrust of his hips sent a searing pain deep into her cunt and everything went black.