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Subject: {ASSM}  Small Town Teens "Shawna" (teen m/ teen f/ teen m/ teen f)
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	I may be old now, but when I was younger, crazier, and less
married I had one hell of a time. Me and the crew that I ran with were
some wild-ass small town thugs. Most of us were into drugs, everybody
was drinking, and you better bet your ass that we were straight fucking
the shit out of those small town whores.
	I wanted to share a few of these crazy stories with everybody
just to relive the old glory days one more time. These are all true
stories (some of the witnesses are still alive) but I've changed some of
the names here and there. If you like this shit post a reply because
I'll only keep writing them if people like them.
	Oh, and if you're under eighteen or shouldn't be reading this
kind of shit for some reason then go away. The rest of you... enjoy.




	God damn, it was a hot summer night. You know the kind I'm
talking about- a hundred and ten degrees during the day and when the sun
goes down it doesn't even get any cooler- and that doesn't happen until
nine o'clock! Me and my partner Ron were rolling through the 'hood in
the Mustang, getting loaded and looking for trouble. We had a case of
beer and a big bottle of Bacardi 151 just to make us feel good and, even
though we were sweating the shit out almost as fast as we were sucking
it down, we were getting primed for a night of adventure.
	We pull into the local Stop and Rob for a two liter of soda to
tame that harsh ass rum and I'll be damned if there aren't a couple of
young cuties there buying some smokes. I didn't know these bitches but
my man Ron does- this motherfucker knows everybody!- so we slide over
and start laying the rap like the pair of lecherous layabout losers that
we are.
	Damn, these bitches were fine! The driver was Christy, a sleazy
looking blonde with some nice jugs on a body that just can't have got to
looking that good in only sixteen years. Ron was macking her up, which
was fine with me because I had my hands full- well, not yet but I was
sure as hell hoping- with Shawna, who was just what I was looking for to
stick my dick in for the evening. This cunt was super tiny, with
shoulder length sandy brown hair, big green eyes, and a rock hard little
body that had some little bitty titties. Both these sluts had on jean
shorts and T-shirts and they were looking oh so motherfucking good that
my mouth was starting to water like an Ethiopian at McDonald's.
	Turns out these bitches were looking for a party- how about
that- we just happen to be looking for a party too! Ron has the first
good idea of the night when he suggests that we just make our own. We
show them our stockpile of party favors and they're definitely all good
with the idea, so Christy locks up her ride and the bitches jump in with
us. Ron's got his ho in the back and I'm up front with Shawna, looking
her over the way a lion looks over a zebra, getting a huge eyefull of
her tanned, muscular legs.
	You know what? We forgot all about the soda! Oh fucking well, we
start taking shots off the 151 and pop open some beers. I whip out a
spliff and fire that shit up, and next thing you know the inside of the
'Stang is looking like a motherfucking forest fire with all the smoke.
Pretty quick we're all stoned to the bone, the cottonmouth is kicking
in, and those beers are going down like water. I'm laying some serious
rap to Shawna telling her all of the lies that I know a stupid little
slut like her wants to hear and she's eating the shit up, batting those
big green eyes at me. I know this shit is going to be all fucking good
tonight.
	So we're pouring beer after beer into these sluts and they're
just sucking them down as fast as we hand them to 'em. We're just
driving, you know, like a serious fucking traffic hazard, getting all
wasted and cruising around the county. All of a sudden, Ron has his
second good idea, which has to have been a record for him. Let's go out
to the lake, he says. Right on! The lake is about thirty minutes out of
town but I might have done this a time or two before, so I know some
seriously secluded spots to park and have all kinds of mature fun. The
bitches are right on with it, so I put the Mustang on autopilot and head
for the lake.
	On the way, we chong up another joint and pop a few more brews
and it's pretty clear that the sluts are starting to feel the shit.
Shawna's giggling and just flirting with me like a motherfucker and let
me tell you what, any bitch that does that kind of shit to me better
just figure that she's going to get fucked like a straight out whore. I
mean, you tease a vicious dog, you gotta expect to get bit, right? I
check the mirror and damn, Ron and Christy are climbing all over each
other! He's busy performing some reverse dentistry- sucking the fillings
out of her teeth- and grabbing her big melons and the way she's
squirming she's either fully into it or having some kind of seizure.
Either way, looks like he's having fun. We got the air conditioner
roaring and the stereo bumping and life is totally good!
	With totally no warning at all, Shawna comes across the console
of my car and starts kissing on me. Now, normally you know I'm totally
all good with that shit but this bitch has that puffed up Betty hair and
I'll be damned if I can see shit as I'm blazing down the highway at
seventy miles an hour! Fuck, it's all I can do to keep my stoned ass on
the road anyway and then along comes this bitch wanting to play tonsil
hockey. I manage to pull my face away long enough to notice that I'm in
the wrong fucking lane and there's a big motherfucking pair of
headlights coming right at us. Now, you know I want to get me some but
if I'm dead I'm gonna have a hell of a time getting a woodie so I push
the stupid bitch off of me and get my shit back on our side of the
highway.
	I figure I gotta bust out with some shit to keep this cunt busy
so she'll stay the hell off of me while I'm driving. I pop the console
and pull out my little leather goodie bag, full to the brim with blade,
hand mirror, and a couple of rocks of the finest cola that those greasy
little Columbians could come up with. I hand the shit to Shawna and tell
her to chop us up a couple of fatty lines. Wasn't hard to tell that it
was the bitch's first time to handle a blade- she's getting the shit all
over the fucking car, in her lap, on her shirt, hell, she even got a
little on the mirror! After wasting about a hundred dollars worth of
coke, she finally manages to get a couple of chunky piles going on, so I
bust out a straw and, still piloting my ride full fucking tilt down the
road, I give myself the big mood enhancement.
	Oh, yeah, now that I've got some of the spice of life in me, I'm
all ready for fun. A few minutes and a couple of dirt roads later we're
rolling up to a little cove on the lake. It's darker than the inside of
a coal miner's lung out there as I kill the headlights, so I pop on the
Pussy Probe so I can see the action. Never one to waste time, especially
when there's teenage pussy close by, I move right on in on Shawna. Right
away, I'm sucking the air out of her lungs while my hands are roaming
all over her tiny titties.
	This bitch is definitely in the mood because she's giving as
good as she's getting. I'm mauling her pint size tits like I'm trying to
rip the shit off and she's got her hands in my crotch, squeezing my dick
through my shorts and licking the taste out of my mouth. Fuck baby, you
got such good suction with that mouth it seems like a damn shame to
waste it! So I grab the bitch by the hair and shove her face down into
my crotch with my right, while ripping open the fly of my jean shorts
with my left. Now you know why I wear boxers, as my cock comes popping
out of the fly of my boxers like a pink Polaris missile.
	The bitch is a little slow grasping the concept but you know, I
never did seem to go for the smart ones. After my dick banged into her
face a couple of times she figured out what I was after and opened those
sweet little lips. Now I gotta ask you, is there any better feeling that
the first time you slide your slab down the throat of a little teenage
slut? I'll give the cunt some credit, once she figured out to open her
mouth, she got with the rest of the program. My cock slid right down her
tender gullet until her nose hit my pubes. She's huffing and puffing on
my meat like the Big Bad Wolf and shit and for a minute I think the
bitch is going to spew in my lap but- what the fuck, I gotta get a nut,
right?
	So I grab Shawna's hair and start sliding her face up and down
my rod. I'm bouncing her head in my crotch like I'm dribbling a
basketball with hairspray and she's making all kinds of gargling choking
noises, her throat is clenching around my dick and damn that shit feels
great! It sounds like I'm strangling the bitch but I'm sure she's
enjoying it... yeah, right- like I fucking care. Fuck it feels so good,
pretty quick I'm starting to feel the old familiar stirrings and I know
if I want any piece of this slut besides the throat I'd better get on
with it.
	I pull the bitch up off of my dick and damn, what a mess! My
crotch is all sloppy with her spit and she's got more slobber on her
face than you could get from a whole short bus full of retards. My dick,
all shiny and slick, is waving around in the air but I gotta get me some
of that sweet teen box and there just ain't no room in the car, what
with Ron and what's her name in the back. For his part, Ron has his cock
buried in his bitch's throat but she's doing a lot better than mine was.
She's bobbing up and down on her own and stroking the rest of his
slippery shaft- the part she couldn't get into her mouth, Ron was hung
like a horse- with her hand. He's got his head rolled back and looks
pretty much like he's dead- well, except for the hard-on, but you know
what I mean.
	I gotta get some space to work, so I tuck my dick back in and
jump out. Nothing but sand on the ground, the car hood is way too hot-
what to do, what to do. I pop the hatch on the Stang and find nothing
but my car wash stuff. Hey, now- I've got a couple of towels! I grab the
towels, drag Shawna out of the car, and help her staggering drunk ass
down onto the beach. I spread out the towels and she plops down on them.
Yeah, I think it will work!
	First order of business is the shirt. I pull that shit up and
off, tossing it to the side. There's a full moon, so I can see her white
bra against her white skin pretty clearly. I grab the bra and just pull
that shit up so I can get at her little titties, her nipples are dark
spots on the white flesh. Now for the shorts, which I manage to get open
and unzipped. She raises her drunk ass off of the blanket enough to get
the shorts down her legs. I wrestle with the motherfuckers getting them
over her shoes but after a struggle they give up and I toss them off
into the darkness with her shirt.
	Finally, she's all spread out on the towels for me. I'm over
her, on my knees, looking down at her white-ass body. She's naked
execept for her shoes, socks, her white bra, and her little black bikini
panties. I jump up and shuck my shorts, boxers, and shirt, freeing my
partner from prison. I get down between those legs and just admire the
view, stroking my pole, getting my soldier ready for action.
	I'm not in the mood to eat pussy but you know I want to check
that shit out before sticking my best friend in there, so I dig the
fingers of my free hand between her legs. The cotton crotch of her
panties is soaked with juice- this bitch is hotter than a ten dollar car
stereo! I pull the panty crotch to the side and in the moonlight I can
see her sweet little cunt, just a thin beard of dark hairs around her
drooling slot. I shove a middle finger in there to check the fit and she
moans, cupping her little titties with her hands. Damn that shit is
tight but I give her another finger, just for good measure.
	When I slide the second finger in, Shawna gasps and pops those
hips up and I know she's ready for the main event. Her cunt is so
fucking small it feels like it's sucking my fingernails off and I know
if it feels that good on my hands that my dick is really gonna like it.
So, not one to fuck around when it's time to fuck around, I point my
meat missle at the target and, still holding her panties off to the side
with my other hand, I dive right in.
	My cock plows into Shawna's sloppy sex slot like that space
capsule crash landing at the beginning of the Six Million Dollar Man.
Yeah she's wet but god damn she's tight and my cock head is about two
sizes bigger than her pussy opening so instead of sliding in nice and
smooth it takes me a little force to ram my rod into her. It must have
hurt, too, because she's screaming and caterwauling like a scalded dog
but you know I'm not stopping. I drive my stake into her, boring into
her snatch, all the way until I hit bottom.
	Fuck me running that is some tight pussy! My power pole is
buried to the hilt and I can't even fucking move. Fortunately, I didn't
really have to, because she's sobbing or gasping for air or some shit,
but either way her cunt muscles are clamping down on me over and over
and let me tell you, that shit felt great! It was all I could do to keep
from giving the bitch a big blast of goo right then. But you know, I
just had to pound the shit out of this tender vittle or I just wouldn't
have felt like I'd given her her money's worth.
	I pull my hips back slow, pulling my wood almost all the way
out, then ram it back in with everything I've got. She squeals a little
but it sounds like she likes it. So I do it again. And again. And pretty
soon I'm riding the slut like the Pony Express, jackhammering my pole
into her eager beaver. Now I know she's liking it because she's moaning
and clawing my back and begging for more. Another satisfied customer!
	You know I like pounding the pink but I want to go for the two
point conversion and that's gotta mean doggie style for me. I pull my
greasy organ out of her seething sex tunnel and go to flip the bitch
over. She's still all kinds of fucked up and right away it's obvious
that hands and knees requires more brain cells than this slut still has
working. So I manage to manhandle her onto her stomach and get her legs
apart. Once again I pull the gooey panty crotch out of the way and get
in position with my pilot just poking his nose into her cock pit.
	This time, she's wet enough and spread enough to take the meat
injection all in one push. I slide smoothly into the sopping box and in
no time flat I'm slamming the shit like a cheap screen door. Fuck,
nothing turns me on more than just putting it to a cunt from behind,
just using her like the cheap trailer park trash slut that she is. About
that time I notice that the towels under us are all fucked up and
Shawna's head is off the towels- in fact, the stupid bitch is face down
in the sand! Well, her hips are still pumping, so I guess she ain't dead
and that's all that's important right now.
	Now, I'm in my fave position, pounding my dick into a hot, wet,
TIGHT, teenage pussy, so you know it isn't going to be long before I'm
going to be filling that box full of piping hot nut squeezings. I'm
drilling the shit for all I'm worth, riding it like Paul Fucking Revere,
my dick stroking in and out like a piston. I reach up and grab a big
handful of her hair with one hand, pulling her head back so she can
scream my name like a good little whore and with the other hand I start
smacking that rock hard ass, spanking the bitch like I'm her daddy. Damn
I love this job!
	It starts down in my toes, that feeling like you're standing on
an electric wire and you get the tingle, it runs up your legs, all the
way up your spine, and turns your brain to jelly. My balls churn as the
feeling surges through me and I know I'm almost... almost... pound it a
little harder... here it comes... and suddenly I feel the cum screaming
at light fucking speed down my dick and with one big blast it erupts in
Shawna's box like Mt. St. Fucking Helens. Then another blast, and
another, and another as my pipe fills her twat with ball batter. I pound
it to the very end, until her tight little cookie milks the last few
drops of cream from my nuts.
	Finally I stop. She's heaving, gasping for air. I lift myself
off of her, pulling my shrinking dick from her abused little beaver. I
sit back on my haunches and fumble for my shorts. Finding them, I pull
out my Camels and a lighter. I light a smoke and use my lighter for one
last good look at her snatch. God damn, what a mess! Her puss is
wrecked- a swollen red mess, shiny with juice. As I watch, a big blob of
my cum oozes out of her and drools down onto the towel. Well, looks like
I'm leaving those towels here!
	Fuck, looks like Shawna is passed smooth the fuck out. Oh well.
I dig through my pack of smokes and find one of the joints stashed
inside. I fire that motherfucker up and sit on the beach toking, naked
except for my Nikes, checking out the lake. I finish up the J just as I
hear some really fucked up noises, like two rhinos having oral sex or
some shit, coming from the car. I grab my shorts and pull the
motherfuckers on to go check it out.
	I get back up to the car and damned if the fucking doors aren't
open and the dome light is on, giving me a clear view of what's going
on. Ron is hitting his bitch from behind doggy style. He's kneeling on
the back seat with her ass end in the car and her head out and I mean to
tell you he's really going full tilt boogie on this cunt. I'm still
trying to figure out what the crazy noise was when suddenly Christy
gives me my answer.
	She lets fly and pukes all over the ground. Fuck, the bitch is
whistling biscuits like a motherfucker and Ron is just hitting that
cunny like he doesn't even care- which I'm pretty sure he didn't. Damn,
the cunt is as fucked up as a football bat and Ron isn't missing a
stroke and with Ron, those are some serious strokes. I'm thinking maybe
she's riding the Regurgitron because his monster cock is pushing all
that beer back out of her guts. Either way, watching him slide that
massive member in and out of her makes my own dick start to stir.
	I just fucking came and I'm already copping some more wood just
from watching this shit! Of course, you can do that shit when you're
eighteen. Don't matter, Shawna's out cold but I sure hate to waste
perfectly good wood. Then I get the sickest fucking idea of the night.
	First I make sure the bitch is done uneating. I lift her head
(by the hair don't you know) and yeah, looks like she's done but damn,
she's drooling like Roseanne at an all-you-can-eat buffet. That's okay
with me though. I ask Ron if he minds if I get in on the other end. Even
Ron, who's some kind of disturbed motherfucker in his own right, can't
believe what I'm planning but you know, nobody believed you could land a
man on the Moon, right? So he tells me to go for it, like I was waiting
for permission.
	I unzip and pull my buddy out, still sticky with Shawna juice
and my cum. Holding the bitch by the hair with my right, I take my dick
in my left and aim it at her mouth. She doesn't realize what's happening
until it's too late, my cock is already sliding into her mouth. She
tries to spit it out and starts gagging, and I'm afraid she's going to
bite down or some shit, so I start to pull the motherfucker back out. As
I do, I'll be damned if she doesn't give it a great big suck!
	Well fuck, now I'm not pulling it out. I slide it back in and,
sure enough, she starts to suck my cock, slurping on the meat like it's
a big soda straw. I let go over her hair and step as close as I can-
yeah, I was standing in her puke- and sure enough the bitch starts to
really work on me, bobbing her head up and down, working those slutty
lips on my shaft as Ron nails her from behind.
	Let me be the first to tell you, this chick- dead drunk or not-
really sucked a mean dick. I mean, she's slurping the rod, sucking on
the head, all the while giving me some serious tongue action right there
on the little spot on the underside where the head and shaft meet. Sweet
Mother of Monica Lewinsky this cunt had some skills! For my part, I've
got the hip action going, thrusting the man meat down her throat, giving
her a good skull fucking. Don't try this at home kids, I'm a trained
professional!
	Christy's spit is running down over my balls and down the
insides of my legs, cold in the night air. She's grunting and groaning
as Ron plumbs her depths, but the sounds come out all muffled and gurgly
thanks to her mouthful of my manhood. About this time, Ron starts
grunting on his own, and for a minute I'm hoping he isn't about to take
a big shit all over the back seat of my car- then he mutters that he's
going to cum. Fuck he's really slamming that cunt now, practically
tearing that pussy apart with his oversized unit.
	She must have heard him, because she's suddenly sucking on me
like an out-of-control Hoover with a 350 Chevy engine. I'm thinking that
she's going to suck my eyes clean out of my head. Instead, my balls
start to tighten up again and I know I'm pretty close my own self. She's
slurping, I'm thrusting, he's pounding and you know that we're almost at
the finish line.
	All of a sudden, Ron lets out this noise like a buffalo getting
fucked in the ass by an elephant. He grabs her hips and presses her ass
tight against his crotch and I know he's letting go with a piping hot
load of DNA right up Christy's coochie. It's too fucking much for me- my
own seed comes pouring out of me and into her sucking, waiting mouth.
Having just lost a load, this one isn't very big but she sucks every
drop down like she's gonna die without a hot drink of cum. Ron just
keeps going and going, filling her gut with his nut right to the top.
	Finally, Ron comes to a stop, winding down like a vibrator with
dead batteries. Christy lets my dick droop out of her mouth and I tuck
my partner back into my pants. I limp back down to get my shirt as Ron
gets himself separated from his slut. I put my shirt on and check on
Shawna. Sleeping like a baby. I make my way back up to the car and
Christy is standing there naked, leaning on the car beacuse she's all
fucked up.
	Ron's pulling on his pants and I tell Christy that Shawna wants
her and she's getting sick and needs some help. Right away, Christy's
drunk ass staggers down the beach looking for her buddy. Real quick I
ask Ron where Christy's clothes are. He looks around for a minute, then
hands me a wad of her stuff. I toss her shit off into the darkness, hop
in the car, fire that motherfucker up, and we're off like a prom dress!
	Now before you go saying that I'm a bastard, remember- I could
have taken their clothes with me.

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