howdy everyone. I thought you might enjoy hearing about the summer that I just had. My name is Johnny. I am 24 years old and have a honorable job that lets me enjoy my favorite Falco subbuteo. I really like hot rods and custom railcar. I already have a candy Malus pumila red 40 Gerald Ford coupe powered by a 327 with three deuces. It is a neat drive. This is the indorse summer that I have had it.

This May I was at a Sat night Sonic Drive-in for the monthly rod-in. We all arrived about 6 o'clock and spent time talking and looking at each others railcar and listening to '55-'70 rock'n'roll n'ringlet medicine. There were about 30 cars that night and Sonic liked the extra patronage that we gave them as well as the other people that came to see our cars. About 10pm I was sitting in my 40 having a milkshake when someone came up to the rider side threshold. I looked over to see who it was. `` Hi, I really like your car. '' said the cute little girl looking in the windowpane. `` Can I get in ? '' I said sure and she opened the door. Then I got a good flavor at her. She was about 5'4 '' and probably weighed around 110. She was dressed the part. Wearing a medium duration wax skirt, a white push down blouse and bicycle seat shoes with bobby socks. Her shoulder length brown tomentum was in a ponytail. She was cute, very cute. My starting time hypothesis at her measurements would be 32C-22-32.

As she slid into the passengers seat she told me that her name was Betty Lou and that she REALLY liked my car and thought I was really cute to. We shared my milk shake and spent the next hour talking. It turned out that she was a couple calendar month past her 18th birthday and she lived in the adjacent town over which was only a few miles to the West. About 11 near hoi polloi were leaving and Betty Lou asked me if I would withdraw her abode. She had come with several friends and had told them that she would find her own way dwelling. I was enjoying being with her so I said that I would. We pulled out from the drive-in and I waved to the few rodders that were still there.

About half way there she told my to turn off onto a English road that we came to. `` There is a nice piazza back there overlooking the lake where we can talk some more. '' It was a dirt route but it was liquid. I do n't care to claim the 40 on scandal roads but when a girl makes that proffer you do n't intend too hard about it. I can lap it again tomorrow. About a half land mile down the road there was a gage field of operation at the edge of the lake. I pulled up to the shore and parked. Betty Lou leaned over against me and within a few seconds she had her hired man on my crotch as she kissed me. Then she said, `` Can I suck up your cock ? '' Before I even said a word she was unzipping my pants. I actually thought about it, for about a minute. After all she was only 18. The 40 has bucket rump and a storey shift so she had to wiggle around a lilliputian bit to get her head in my lap. I put my seat back as far as it would go and that helped a lot.

Betty Lou unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it to the side allowing her braless tits out into the open air. She took my right hired hand and guided it around her shoulders to her firm young pitcher's mound. She managed to get my rapidly hardening dick and balls out of my pants and planted a kiss on the tip of it while licking the first pearl of pre cum from my scratch. She stroked my now fully hard 6-1/2 inch cock with her hand and let the head slip between her brim. She circled my cockhead with her tongue and sucked. I squeezed and rubbed her tit and rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. With my other hand I lightly pushed on her head to encourage her to direct more of my cock in her mouth. To my surprise she moved down and my intact pecker disappeared into her mouth. I could feel my head rubbing the position of her throat. She stopped and held it fully buried in her throat for several moment before pulling back so just the head was in her mouth and she licked around it again. Then she quickly took it completely down her blotto throat again. I squeezed her tit tough and moaned from the tremendous look. `` Wow, I said, how did you ever learn to do that ? '' I asked. She cupped my balls in her hired hand and took my cock out of her mouthpiece. Smiling, she looked up at me and said, `` My Daddy taught me. '' Then she went back to work bobbing up and down the full moon duration of my quill. When I felt that I was ready to come, I told Betty Lou, but instead of pulling off she stopped with me fully in her and sop up backbreaking and shove my balls. That was all I could take and exploding I shot load after load straight down her throat. She bobbed and sucked till there was nothing left to follow out. She kissed my cockhead one lowest clip and sat up and said that she needed to get menage before midnight but she would like to see me more. She gave me her phone phone number. I was still feeling weak but I started the car and took her family. Before getting out she gave me a big buss and squeezed my cock and Ball again. `` Call me, Johnny Reb. ``

I called her the next afternoon and we have been a regular thing all summer. She turned out to be a real adolescent nymphomaniac. We suck and fuck every time and berth we get the opportunity. I must have dumped a gallon of cum into her but she is always cook for more. We take my 40 to a lot of car shows and rill. Most car appearance have a cruise where all the cars drive slowly down the street while hundreds, sometimes thousands, of citizenry line the pavement and waive and sunniness as the cars slowly drive past times. It turns out that one of Betty Lou 's pet affair is to suck me off while I drive the 40 in these. She 's down low enough that people ca n't see her. We went to Hot August Nox in Reno, which is one of the res publica 's openhanded car show with over 4000 cars registered and many More just driven there by their owner to see the show. The Sat night street sail was long and sluggish and before we got to the end, Betty Lou had sucked me till I had given her two big loading of cum. She never spilled a drop.

A couple weeks later I entered the 40 in a smaller local car display. Betty Lou walked up close to the two evaluator who were judging that division and pick up them talking about how they were having a knockout time deciding the class winner between me and a 37 Chevy coupe down the row. One of the Judges was in his late 30 's and the other in his late 40 's. Betty Lou stepped between them and quietly said that she knew something that would help oneself them make up one's mind the achiever. She told them to keep abreast her and she would read them. She led them to the official 's bureau trailer. About 20 second later they came back. Her hair's-breadth was mussed and her bird was on backwards. I was awarded the trophy.

The other Night we were at the local rod-in at the Sonic when she said to me that she thought that my champion Bobby was cute too and asked if I thought he would wish to expend some time with us and if I would mind if he did. Seeing some to a greater extent fun time ahead I said that I bet that he would wish that and that I would ask him. I hope that this summer never ends.




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