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Carla knew she was a good girl, she just was not too good of a girl. All of the girls at her Junior College where she was taking classes to become a secretary knew she rarely was lacking for a date on a Friday or Saturday night, and many seemed jealous over it.
Oh, Carla was not the best looking girl in her classes. Her black hair hung straight, black, and along with her slightly darker complexion, she could never hide her Mexican roots. Proof of the gringo that had knocked up her mother just after she graduated High School. She even attempted to dye her hair a few times back in High School, but the results were horrible. Blonde resulted in almost an orange, brown looked OK, but it never had the shine her natural black had. And attempts to use Lilt to give herself a perm always ended up frizzing her hair out, then it took weeks to get it back to where it belonged.
And although she wanted to wear contacts, she could never afford them. So the black horn-rim glasses with rhinestones made her look like what she was, a secretary in training. And because her mother and her made most of her outfits, that meant that they hung to below her knee as expected. But she made sure they fit her body well, spending hours on the pleats at the waist, cinching the waist in tight to show off her 20-inch waist which then flowed out to her 34 inch hips. And she was proud she never needed a girdle to get the classic hourglass effect that so many struggled to get.
And her bust was nice, but nothing exceptional. A modest 36 inches, with a C cup, which stood out perfectly in her Stardust bra. She would often gaze at herself in the mirror, admiring how the bra made her breasts look like the martial object that gave it the name. “Bullet Bra”. Her breasts looked even larger in the cups, pushing each breast from it's naturally rounded shape out and up so they indeed looked like 2 bullets protruding from her chest. Not bullets, more like nosecones on those rockets they test out in the desert.
But at least half of the girls at the college wore this style of bra, so this did not make her stand out either. Yet every weekend without fail she had a date, almost always with a different guy. And the gossip around the college was that it was because Carla was easy. A bad girl, and put out at the drop of a hat, or zipper as some of the more nosy gossips would say.
But it was Friday night, and Carla did not care. She had to rush home and get herself ready because tonight Bill was picking her up. Bill, who was an architectural student, lived on the good side of Ventura Boulevard. He was a clean-cut k**, a WASP, and was second-string quarterback for the Brahmas. But he also had a car, a 1955 Pontiac Skychief. And that night he had promised to take her to one of the hottest new places in town, the Tonga Hut. And Carla had promised that in return, she would make sure that Bill had a good time that night. After all, why else would a fancy rich WASP offer to take some half Mexican gal from the barrio of Pacoima out on a date?
Oh yes, Carla was a good girl, and they always returned home satisfied. Just not in the way that the gossips implied.
As she sat on her chair in front of the mirror on her dresser, she was braiding her hair as she pondered what would be happening that night. And no, the girls in her classes were wrong, she did not put out. Carla did not let her dates fuck her, she did not have to. 19 years old and still a virgin, she did not need to. And once her hair was teased into the proper style she applied a thick coating of deep red lipstick onto the 2 reasons why she still had her virginity.
Carla loved sucking cock.
It was a skill she had discovered in her last year at Pacoima Junior High. Pablo Cruz was her first boyfriend. He was the first boy to get his hand on her then 32A breasts, the first boy to try to pull up her ankle long skirt to get to what was under it, the first boy to take her hand and place it on the bulge inside of his chinos. Then on later dates that progressed to rubbing him through his chinos, then one night at the park after seeing The Caddy with Martin and Lewis he opened his fly and put her hand on his bare cock.
What followed was 5 minutes of his guiding her hand back and forth over it until he mashed his lips against hers, and mauling her breasts let go with several spurts of sperm that covered her hand and left some stains on her dress. But Carla was both mortified and excited. She had made a guy have an orgasm! He pulled out a handkerchief and Carla used it to wipe her hands, then try and remove the evidence that had splattered on the skirt of her dress.
For a few more weeks that had continued, but each time she worried about capturing his jizm and removing the splatters that Pablo might have left on her dress. One time he sprayed several spurts right over her knee, and there was no way to hide it on the tan fabric of her skirt that night. But seeing a bottle of Pepsi on a table she picked it up and poured it on herself, telling her mother it had happened at the movie. It covered up the evidence so Carla's mother never knew what the stain actually was, but it ruined the dress.
Then one day at school one of her friends gave her a naughty book. It was called “Gert Garbo”, but it was obviously about Greta Garbo. It was only 8 pages long, what was known as a “Tijuana Bible”, and was very explicit. She took it home after school and read it several times in her bed. With her dress and slip laying on her chair and her panties and bra off as she did one of the things to herself that showed she really was not a completely good girl. Because good girls did not lie in bed and masturbate, looking at drawings of an actress fucking the director of her movie.
But what really got her attention was the last 2 drawings. In those Gert had the director's cock in her mouth, and she was sucking on it. And as she looked at them over and over again, she brought herself to a climax imagining it was Pablo's cock in her mouth. At least that would solve the problem of his staining her clothes.
So on Saturday night, after watching a movie about Houdini, Carla decided to try it for herself. After kissing and letting him feel her breasts through her dress and bra, Pablo once again opened his zipper and moved her hand down. But this time she moved away and sat on the bench, her back against the table. The then moved him around in front of her and after taking a breath took his cock into her mouth.
It was only around 5 inches long, so she easily took all of it inside. And it was hard, and tasted like sweaty skin. But it was a penis, and it was in her mouth! After licking and sucking a few times his moans told Carla she was doing it right. But she knew more was needed, and started to move her head back and forth, at the same pace she had done on previous dates with her hand.
Pablo was moaning, and she was worried he might be making too much noise. But Carla also admitted to herself it was really nice for her also. She liked the firm hardness in her mouth, and the feeling of her large lips sliding with a wet glide back and forth on his shaft. The soft skin almost massaging her lips as her head bobbed back and forth. And after only 2 minutes he moaned louder and started to throb. She knew what that meant, but was still caught by surprise when the first spurt of his cum struck the back of her throat. Reflexively she swallowed, and more cum followed. She again swallowed, and after several more spurts he was finished. Carla pulled her mouth off and looked up into his face, but his eyes were closed and his head thrown back. But what she could see of his face was filled with pure bliss.
She moved some of the cum still in her mouth around, and decided that other than the texture it was not that bad. She swallowed it then after wiping her lips with Pablo's handkerchief she applied her makeup again. And as Pablo finished walking her home, she had to admit it was a lot less messy than doing it by hand had been. And after telling her mother how the movie about Houdini had been, she went into her bedroom and proceeded to make her own fingers disappear, then reappear as she slid them in and out of quim. The entire time reliving how she was making Pablo disappear and reappear with her mouth an hour or so earlier.
Carla and Pablo continued like this for another month, but she also wanted him to do the same for her. They had already moved to where he would sometimes finger her, but never enough to give her the climax she wanted. And she wanted to see what it would feel like if he used his lips and tongue on her. That was on the last page of the Gert book, the man's cock in the actress's mouth as he had his mouth obviously on her special parts between her legs. But Pablo refused to even consider it, and got mad the few times she tried to move his fingers in a way she liked. So finally she just called it off.
And during High School she had more than a few boyfriends. And after a sufficient amount of time she would show them what she could do with her mouth, and at least 2 did return the favor to her, showing her how wonderful it was to have a climax caused by somebody other than herself. It was best with their lips and tongue, but fingers were nice also she realized.
Carla looked in the mirror as she finished applying her makeup, licking her full red lips and knowing that by the end of the night Bill would be wearing her lipstick around his cock. The only thing that remained to be seen is if he would be yet another one weekend date. Would he return her affections with some mouth (or at least finger) play of his own upon her, or will she just blow him then send him on his way like she had done to so many guys in the last 6 months?
Finally, she slipped the dress over her head, and adjusted it the way she wanted. It was one she had just finished sewing the week before. Alternating blue and purple and green vertical stripes, with a V neck that went almost immodestly far down between her breasts. But she made sure when she made it to ensure it did not go down so far that her bra was visible. And a purple belt cinched tight at the waist, showing her hourglass figure to it's best. And the skirt had been brought up more than the pattern in the Simplicity book suggested, actually daringly showing her knees.
Throwing lipstick and a few other things in her purse, she talked with her mother until it was time. And her mom told her to have a good night as she went to the front of their apartment building, getting there just as Bill pulled up.
He whistled appreciably as she got in, and Carla allowed him to kiss her cheek as he pulled back onto the street. Soon, they were miles away literally and figuratively as Pacoima was left behind and they were in North Hollywood. And Carla made sure to show more than a little of her thigh as he opened the door for her and helped her out of his car.
The bar looked amazing, and many said that Tiki bars like this were the next big craze. They got a booth in the back, and he ordered Mai Tais. The sweet fruity drink was wonderful, and before their dinner arrived Carla had 3 of them. The salmon was really good, and she felt a warm glow from his hand resting on her thigh. Finally she excused herself to use the ladies room, and only when she stood realized she had been having a bit more to drink than she thought.
Finally feeling much better and with her lipstick reapplied she returned to the table. Bill's hand went back to her thigh, and she saw there was yet another drink on the table. She tried to refuse, but he had already paid for it, and she did not feel right not accepting it. And she did not even feel like objecting when his hand slipped under the skirt of her dress and was caressing her thighs, first on top them slipping in between them.
Carla slurred a halfhearted request to stop, but Bill did not pay any attention. And right after his hand slipped all the way up between her thighs, caressing her briefly through her panties. She gasped softly, and after maybe 20 seconds reached back down and moved his hand away. But Bill had already found out what he had wanted to know. Carla had not been wearing a sanitary napkin, and she was at least a little damp.
He paid the tab, then with a little help from Bill, Carla stood up. And with his arm around her waist and his hand on her hip he guided her outside. The cool air was refreshing, as Carla was more than a little affected by the drinks she had that night. And she was not even aware that the last 2 were doubles. Bill had ordered a double while she was in the restroom, and a shot of rum which he poured into the drink she had not yet finished.
When they got to the car Carla leaned against it, the world seeming to spin slightly. Bill smiled and suggested that she get into the back seat so she could lay down on the ride home. That seemed like a good idea, so Carla crawled into the back and laid down, closing her eyes.
She woke up at some time later, aware of 3 things. First, the car was no longer moving. Second, they had parked somewhere dark and quiet. And third, Bill was in the back seat with her and his hand was rubbing her through her panties.
She moaned softly, as it felt really good. And opening her eyes and looking down, she saw he had done more than that. The buttons of the blouse part of the dress had been opened, and her bra had been pushed up over her breasts. And by the coolness he had probably been licking and sucking on her nipples before she awoke.
She felt him reach under her bottom and try to pull her panties down, and she mumbled no. “Please Billy, come here, I'll suck it for you.” Finally after several tries she was able to pull away, her panties remaining halfway to her knees. She had him sit where her head had been, and she rolled onto her belly. And his cock was already out, and hard. Much bigger than that of Pablo, that was a penis. This was a real cock, and she was not sure how much of it she could take into her mouth. But she was going to try.
Laying her head in his lap Carla opened her mouth and took him inside. Hmmm, this is what she loved doing. Feeling a nice hard cock in her mouth, the thick stalk spreading her lips wide as she pushed it in as deeply as she could. And she was able to take half if his length into her mouth before it struck her throat and she pulled back again. She had heard stories of girls that could even swallow a penis, but she never could. Her one attempt in High School had ended badly, and she had barely pulled her mouth away and turned her head to the side before she vomited on the floor of the dugout they had been using.
Carla stretched out on the seat, her belly against the red leather as she licked and sucked on Bill's cock. And she felt his hands pulling up her dress, a hand caressing her bottom. Even the feeling of her bare breasts against the leather of the seat felt good. The cold leather warming up and now starting to feel really good against her hard nipples.
And Carla did not even protest when his fingers slipped between her thighs. It took a moment for her to realize they were actually on her bare pussy, her panties still being around her thighs from his attempt to remove them earlier. She should say no, but it felt so good. His fingers were gentle and exploring nicely, and his hard cock in her mouth just felt so good. Then he slipped the tip of a finger inside, and Carla could not help but moan around his cock.
After slipping in deeper than out a few times, she felt it slip out. Then his hands started to push down her panties again. And only thinking of the cock in her mouth and how good that finger had felt she allowed him.
This let her spread her thighs more, and now his entire hand was doing wonders. Oh yes, Bill might actually be one to keep. She sucked harder, even allowing the tip of his cock to press against the back of her throat as he slipped 2 fingers inside. And oh yes, he found her magic button with no effort. This was a guy she might actually keep for a while she thought, as he was rubbing her just right without her even having to move his hand to show what she liked.
Finally, it was time, the throbbing in his cock started and he pushed his hips up, his sperm filling her mouth and she swallowed it all down. And with a gasp she finally pulled up, resting her head on his thigh as he continued to rub her, And a few moments later in her alcohol fogged mind she finally reached her plateau, moaning in drunken delight as she came on his fingers.
Enjoying the shivers running through her body as she came down, she was barely aware as he slipped out from under her then rolled her onto her back. Bill scooted down, and put his mouth on her nipple, sucking on it as his teeth lightly teased it. Pulling up, he softly said he had always loved looking at her breasts before covering her other nipple with his mouth. Carla moaned again, loving how his mouth felt on her nipple, and felt his hand still between her legs on her cunt.
After a bit he moved around a little, and was laying on top of her, his mouth having moved to the other breast as he slipped 3 fingers into her. Carla moaned, feeling really stretched. Being a football player his fingers were much larger than hers were, and it felt amazing, feeling so full. His 3 fingers were filling her like her own never had. And her hips were moving up and down, unable to stop their pumping motion.
She groaned when he slipped them out of her, but it was muffled as he moved up and kissed her, and she felt his hand moving around between them. She felt him shifting around a bit, then his belly was resting against her own. And something she had never felt before, funny and hard between her thighs.
And a scent, she had smelled it before, but could not tell what it was with the alcohol fogging her brain. And just as she felt the pressure of something against her pussy, she realized what it was she was smelling, rubber.
Carla broke away from the kiss, and mumbled no. “Bill, no stop Bill. I'm a good girl, I don't do that!” But he moved a bit more, and she felt the shaft pressing against her secret opening. “Please Bill, I'm not a bad girl, I don't do that,” she said again, but could not hold back a soft moan as the head of his cock parted her labia. The first time anything other than fingers, a tongue, or a hairbrush had been in there.
“Oh no Carla, you are not a good girl. Good girls do not suck cock like you do. Good girls do not get drunk with guys and get wet like you did. Good girls do not let guys finger them like I have. Good girls do not let guys suck their titties and make them cum with their fingers on a first date. Oh, you are not a good girl, you are a bad girl.”
And Carla knew he was right as she felt him slip into her, feeling for the first time a hard cock sliding inside of her pussy. She moaned out in a little discomfort and pain, but Bill did not notice as he fully pushed into her, then slipped out. Then slid back in, then out again. The burning sensation between her thighs was still there, but Carla also realized that it was not as bad as she had feared, and actually felt kinda good.
And Bill started to kiss her again, his tongue filling her mouth as she laid under him, feeling his cock going in and out of her pussy, over and over again filling her until she thought she would scream. Faster and faster he pumped into her, his bottom moving like one of the arms on an oil well. Pumping her, pumping in her, pumping his cock in her. Filling her pussy with cock. Carla felt her knees rise up and her thighs both spreading wider and pressing against his hips. Then his pushing in deep, his groin mashing against hers hard as he held himself inside, and his cock was pulsing. Pulsing, then finally stopping.
Carla laid there under him, panting and moaning softly. Then she felt him pull out, and looking down she watched as he pulled off the now filled rubber, the tip filled with something white before it slipped out of sight as he put it inside an empty cigarette pack. He smiled at her as he pulled his pants back up, then bent to kiss her.
“Carla baby, you are right. You are a good girl, a very good girl.” She quivered slightly hearing that, feeling how stretched her pussy was, dripping wet and tingling.
And as he slipped out of the back seat and got behind the wheel to drive her home, she realized that was now a lie. It took a few minutes to find her panties, and she had to pull them off then back on when she realized she had started to put them on backwards. And with a small tear running down from her eyes, she realized she was no longer a good girl. She was indeed a bad girl. Because only bad girls actually enjoyed getting fucked in the back seats of cars.
And when Bill dropped her back off in front of her dingy second-floor apartment in Pacoima, she knew she was going to be a bad girl again when he asked her to go to the Van Vuys Drive-In the next night. For as much as she had believed herself to be a good girl, she wanted to experience this again, but without the alcohol. And come Monday during a break when the other girls were gossiping about her being a bad girl, they would actually be right.
Oh, Carla was not the best looking girl in her classes. Her black hair hung straight, black, and along with her slightly darker complexion, she could never hide her Mexican roots. Proof of the gringo that had knocked up her mother just after she graduated High School. She even attempted to dye her hair a few times back in High School, but the results were horrible. Blonde resulted in almost an orange, brown looked OK, but it never had the shine her natural black had. And attempts to use Lilt to give herself a perm always ended up frizzing her hair out, then it took weeks to get it back to where it belonged.
And although she wanted to wear contacts, she could never afford them. So the black horn-rim glasses with rhinestones made her look like what she was, a secretary in training. And because her mother and her made most of her outfits, that meant that they hung to below her knee as expected. But she made sure they fit her body well, spending hours on the pleats at the waist, cinching the waist in tight to show off her 20-inch waist which then flowed out to her 34 inch hips. And she was proud she never needed a girdle to get the classic hourglass effect that so many struggled to get.
And her bust was nice, but nothing exceptional. A modest 36 inches, with a C cup, which stood out perfectly in her Stardust bra. She would often gaze at herself in the mirror, admiring how the bra made her breasts look like the martial object that gave it the name. “Bullet Bra”. Her breasts looked even larger in the cups, pushing each breast from it's naturally rounded shape out and up so they indeed looked like 2 bullets protruding from her chest. Not bullets, more like nosecones on those rockets they test out in the desert.
But at least half of the girls at the college wore this style of bra, so this did not make her stand out either. Yet every weekend without fail she had a date, almost always with a different guy. And the gossip around the college was that it was because Carla was easy. A bad girl, and put out at the drop of a hat, or zipper as some of the more nosy gossips would say.
But it was Friday night, and Carla did not care. She had to rush home and get herself ready because tonight Bill was picking her up. Bill, who was an architectural student, lived on the good side of Ventura Boulevard. He was a clean-cut k**, a WASP, and was second-string quarterback for the Brahmas. But he also had a car, a 1955 Pontiac Skychief. And that night he had promised to take her to one of the hottest new places in town, the Tonga Hut. And Carla had promised that in return, she would make sure that Bill had a good time that night. After all, why else would a fancy rich WASP offer to take some half Mexican gal from the barrio of Pacoima out on a date?
Oh yes, Carla was a good girl, and they always returned home satisfied. Just not in the way that the gossips implied.
As she sat on her chair in front of the mirror on her dresser, she was braiding her hair as she pondered what would be happening that night. And no, the girls in her classes were wrong, she did not put out. Carla did not let her dates fuck her, she did not have to. 19 years old and still a virgin, she did not need to. And once her hair was teased into the proper style she applied a thick coating of deep red lipstick onto the 2 reasons why she still had her virginity.
Carla loved sucking cock.
It was a skill she had discovered in her last year at Pacoima Junior High. Pablo Cruz was her first boyfriend. He was the first boy to get his hand on her then 32A breasts, the first boy to try to pull up her ankle long skirt to get to what was under it, the first boy to take her hand and place it on the bulge inside of his chinos. Then on later dates that progressed to rubbing him through his chinos, then one night at the park after seeing The Caddy with Martin and Lewis he opened his fly and put her hand on his bare cock.
What followed was 5 minutes of his guiding her hand back and forth over it until he mashed his lips against hers, and mauling her breasts let go with several spurts of sperm that covered her hand and left some stains on her dress. But Carla was both mortified and excited. She had made a guy have an orgasm! He pulled out a handkerchief and Carla used it to wipe her hands, then try and remove the evidence that had splattered on the skirt of her dress.
For a few more weeks that had continued, but each time she worried about capturing his jizm and removing the splatters that Pablo might have left on her dress. One time he sprayed several spurts right over her knee, and there was no way to hide it on the tan fabric of her skirt that night. But seeing a bottle of Pepsi on a table she picked it up and poured it on herself, telling her mother it had happened at the movie. It covered up the evidence so Carla's mother never knew what the stain actually was, but it ruined the dress.
Then one day at school one of her friends gave her a naughty book. It was called “Gert Garbo”, but it was obviously about Greta Garbo. It was only 8 pages long, what was known as a “Tijuana Bible”, and was very explicit. She took it home after school and read it several times in her bed. With her dress and slip laying on her chair and her panties and bra off as she did one of the things to herself that showed she really was not a completely good girl. Because good girls did not lie in bed and masturbate, looking at drawings of an actress fucking the director of her movie.
But what really got her attention was the last 2 drawings. In those Gert had the director's cock in her mouth, and she was sucking on it. And as she looked at them over and over again, she brought herself to a climax imagining it was Pablo's cock in her mouth. At least that would solve the problem of his staining her clothes.
So on Saturday night, after watching a movie about Houdini, Carla decided to try it for herself. After kissing and letting him feel her breasts through her dress and bra, Pablo once again opened his zipper and moved her hand down. But this time she moved away and sat on the bench, her back against the table. The then moved him around in front of her and after taking a breath took his cock into her mouth.
It was only around 5 inches long, so she easily took all of it inside. And it was hard, and tasted like sweaty skin. But it was a penis, and it was in her mouth! After licking and sucking a few times his moans told Carla she was doing it right. But she knew more was needed, and started to move her head back and forth, at the same pace she had done on previous dates with her hand.
Pablo was moaning, and she was worried he might be making too much noise. But Carla also admitted to herself it was really nice for her also. She liked the firm hardness in her mouth, and the feeling of her large lips sliding with a wet glide back and forth on his shaft. The soft skin almost massaging her lips as her head bobbed back and forth. And after only 2 minutes he moaned louder and started to throb. She knew what that meant, but was still caught by surprise when the first spurt of his cum struck the back of her throat. Reflexively she swallowed, and more cum followed. She again swallowed, and after several more spurts he was finished. Carla pulled her mouth off and looked up into his face, but his eyes were closed and his head thrown back. But what she could see of his face was filled with pure bliss.
She moved some of the cum still in her mouth around, and decided that other than the texture it was not that bad. She swallowed it then after wiping her lips with Pablo's handkerchief she applied her makeup again. And as Pablo finished walking her home, she had to admit it was a lot less messy than doing it by hand had been. And after telling her mother how the movie about Houdini had been, she went into her bedroom and proceeded to make her own fingers disappear, then reappear as she slid them in and out of quim. The entire time reliving how she was making Pablo disappear and reappear with her mouth an hour or so earlier.
Carla and Pablo continued like this for another month, but she also wanted him to do the same for her. They had already moved to where he would sometimes finger her, but never enough to give her the climax she wanted. And she wanted to see what it would feel like if he used his lips and tongue on her. That was on the last page of the Gert book, the man's cock in the actress's mouth as he had his mouth obviously on her special parts between her legs. But Pablo refused to even consider it, and got mad the few times she tried to move his fingers in a way she liked. So finally she just called it off.
And during High School she had more than a few boyfriends. And after a sufficient amount of time she would show them what she could do with her mouth, and at least 2 did return the favor to her, showing her how wonderful it was to have a climax caused by somebody other than herself. It was best with their lips and tongue, but fingers were nice also she realized.
Carla looked in the mirror as she finished applying her makeup, licking her full red lips and knowing that by the end of the night Bill would be wearing her lipstick around his cock. The only thing that remained to be seen is if he would be yet another one weekend date. Would he return her affections with some mouth (or at least finger) play of his own upon her, or will she just blow him then send him on his way like she had done to so many guys in the last 6 months?
Finally, she slipped the dress over her head, and adjusted it the way she wanted. It was one she had just finished sewing the week before. Alternating blue and purple and green vertical stripes, with a V neck that went almost immodestly far down between her breasts. But she made sure when she made it to ensure it did not go down so far that her bra was visible. And a purple belt cinched tight at the waist, showing her hourglass figure to it's best. And the skirt had been brought up more than the pattern in the Simplicity book suggested, actually daringly showing her knees.
Throwing lipstick and a few other things in her purse, she talked with her mother until it was time. And her mom told her to have a good night as she went to the front of their apartment building, getting there just as Bill pulled up.
He whistled appreciably as she got in, and Carla allowed him to kiss her cheek as he pulled back onto the street. Soon, they were miles away literally and figuratively as Pacoima was left behind and they were in North Hollywood. And Carla made sure to show more than a little of her thigh as he opened the door for her and helped her out of his car.
The bar looked amazing, and many said that Tiki bars like this were the next big craze. They got a booth in the back, and he ordered Mai Tais. The sweet fruity drink was wonderful, and before their dinner arrived Carla had 3 of them. The salmon was really good, and she felt a warm glow from his hand resting on her thigh. Finally she excused herself to use the ladies room, and only when she stood realized she had been having a bit more to drink than she thought.
Finally feeling much better and with her lipstick reapplied she returned to the table. Bill's hand went back to her thigh, and she saw there was yet another drink on the table. She tried to refuse, but he had already paid for it, and she did not feel right not accepting it. And she did not even feel like objecting when his hand slipped under the skirt of her dress and was caressing her thighs, first on top them slipping in between them.
Carla slurred a halfhearted request to stop, but Bill did not pay any attention. And right after his hand slipped all the way up between her thighs, caressing her briefly through her panties. She gasped softly, and after maybe 20 seconds reached back down and moved his hand away. But Bill had already found out what he had wanted to know. Carla had not been wearing a sanitary napkin, and she was at least a little damp.
He paid the tab, then with a little help from Bill, Carla stood up. And with his arm around her waist and his hand on her hip he guided her outside. The cool air was refreshing, as Carla was more than a little affected by the drinks she had that night. And she was not even aware that the last 2 were doubles. Bill had ordered a double while she was in the restroom, and a shot of rum which he poured into the drink she had not yet finished.
When they got to the car Carla leaned against it, the world seeming to spin slightly. Bill smiled and suggested that she get into the back seat so she could lay down on the ride home. That seemed like a good idea, so Carla crawled into the back and laid down, closing her eyes.
She woke up at some time later, aware of 3 things. First, the car was no longer moving. Second, they had parked somewhere dark and quiet. And third, Bill was in the back seat with her and his hand was rubbing her through her panties.
She moaned softly, as it felt really good. And opening her eyes and looking down, she saw he had done more than that. The buttons of the blouse part of the dress had been opened, and her bra had been pushed up over her breasts. And by the coolness he had probably been licking and sucking on her nipples before she awoke.
She felt him reach under her bottom and try to pull her panties down, and she mumbled no. “Please Billy, come here, I'll suck it for you.” Finally after several tries she was able to pull away, her panties remaining halfway to her knees. She had him sit where her head had been, and she rolled onto her belly. And his cock was already out, and hard. Much bigger than that of Pablo, that was a penis. This was a real cock, and she was not sure how much of it she could take into her mouth. But she was going to try.
Laying her head in his lap Carla opened her mouth and took him inside. Hmmm, this is what she loved doing. Feeling a nice hard cock in her mouth, the thick stalk spreading her lips wide as she pushed it in as deeply as she could. And she was able to take half if his length into her mouth before it struck her throat and she pulled back again. She had heard stories of girls that could even swallow a penis, but she never could. Her one attempt in High School had ended badly, and she had barely pulled her mouth away and turned her head to the side before she vomited on the floor of the dugout they had been using.
Carla stretched out on the seat, her belly against the red leather as she licked and sucked on Bill's cock. And she felt his hands pulling up her dress, a hand caressing her bottom. Even the feeling of her bare breasts against the leather of the seat felt good. The cold leather warming up and now starting to feel really good against her hard nipples.
And Carla did not even protest when his fingers slipped between her thighs. It took a moment for her to realize they were actually on her bare pussy, her panties still being around her thighs from his attempt to remove them earlier. She should say no, but it felt so good. His fingers were gentle and exploring nicely, and his hard cock in her mouth just felt so good. Then he slipped the tip of a finger inside, and Carla could not help but moan around his cock.
After slipping in deeper than out a few times, she felt it slip out. Then his hands started to push down her panties again. And only thinking of the cock in her mouth and how good that finger had felt she allowed him.
This let her spread her thighs more, and now his entire hand was doing wonders. Oh yes, Bill might actually be one to keep. She sucked harder, even allowing the tip of his cock to press against the back of her throat as he slipped 2 fingers inside. And oh yes, he found her magic button with no effort. This was a guy she might actually keep for a while she thought, as he was rubbing her just right without her even having to move his hand to show what she liked.
Finally, it was time, the throbbing in his cock started and he pushed his hips up, his sperm filling her mouth and she swallowed it all down. And with a gasp she finally pulled up, resting her head on his thigh as he continued to rub her, And a few moments later in her alcohol fogged mind she finally reached her plateau, moaning in drunken delight as she came on his fingers.
Enjoying the shivers running through her body as she came down, she was barely aware as he slipped out from under her then rolled her onto her back. Bill scooted down, and put his mouth on her nipple, sucking on it as his teeth lightly teased it. Pulling up, he softly said he had always loved looking at her breasts before covering her other nipple with his mouth. Carla moaned again, loving how his mouth felt on her nipple, and felt his hand still between her legs on her cunt.
After a bit he moved around a little, and was laying on top of her, his mouth having moved to the other breast as he slipped 3 fingers into her. Carla moaned, feeling really stretched. Being a football player his fingers were much larger than hers were, and it felt amazing, feeling so full. His 3 fingers were filling her like her own never had. And her hips were moving up and down, unable to stop their pumping motion.
She groaned when he slipped them out of her, but it was muffled as he moved up and kissed her, and she felt his hand moving around between them. She felt him shifting around a bit, then his belly was resting against her own. And something she had never felt before, funny and hard between her thighs.
And a scent, she had smelled it before, but could not tell what it was with the alcohol fogging her brain. And just as she felt the pressure of something against her pussy, she realized what it was she was smelling, rubber.
Carla broke away from the kiss, and mumbled no. “Bill, no stop Bill. I'm a good girl, I don't do that!” But he moved a bit more, and she felt the shaft pressing against her secret opening. “Please Bill, I'm not a bad girl, I don't do that,” she said again, but could not hold back a soft moan as the head of his cock parted her labia. The first time anything other than fingers, a tongue, or a hairbrush had been in there.
“Oh no Carla, you are not a good girl. Good girls do not suck cock like you do. Good girls do not get drunk with guys and get wet like you did. Good girls do not let guys finger them like I have. Good girls do not let guys suck their titties and make them cum with their fingers on a first date. Oh, you are not a good girl, you are a bad girl.”
And Carla knew he was right as she felt him slip into her, feeling for the first time a hard cock sliding inside of her pussy. She moaned out in a little discomfort and pain, but Bill did not notice as he fully pushed into her, then slipped out. Then slid back in, then out again. The burning sensation between her thighs was still there, but Carla also realized that it was not as bad as she had feared, and actually felt kinda good.
And Bill started to kiss her again, his tongue filling her mouth as she laid under him, feeling his cock going in and out of her pussy, over and over again filling her until she thought she would scream. Faster and faster he pumped into her, his bottom moving like one of the arms on an oil well. Pumping her, pumping in her, pumping his cock in her. Filling her pussy with cock. Carla felt her knees rise up and her thighs both spreading wider and pressing against his hips. Then his pushing in deep, his groin mashing against hers hard as he held himself inside, and his cock was pulsing. Pulsing, then finally stopping.
Carla laid there under him, panting and moaning softly. Then she felt him pull out, and looking down she watched as he pulled off the now filled rubber, the tip filled with something white before it slipped out of sight as he put it inside an empty cigarette pack. He smiled at her as he pulled his pants back up, then bent to kiss her.
“Carla baby, you are right. You are a good girl, a very good girl.” She quivered slightly hearing that, feeling how stretched her pussy was, dripping wet and tingling.
And as he slipped out of the back seat and got behind the wheel to drive her home, she realized that was now a lie. It took a few minutes to find her panties, and she had to pull them off then back on when she realized she had started to put them on backwards. And with a small tear running down from her eyes, she realized she was no longer a good girl. She was indeed a bad girl. Because only bad girls actually enjoyed getting fucked in the back seats of cars.
And when Bill dropped her back off in front of her dingy second-floor apartment in Pacoima, she knew she was going to be a bad girl again when he asked her to go to the Van Vuys Drive-In the next night. For as much as she had believed herself to be a good girl, she wanted to experience this again, but without the alcohol. And come Monday during a break when the other girls were gossiping about her being a bad girl, they would actually be right.
Gigi
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