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.