I met Betty Lou at a local car show and I'm sure glad I did.
Hello everyone. I thought you might enjoy hearing about the summer that I just had. My name is Johnny. I am 20 years old and have a good job that lets me enjoy my favorite hobby. I really like hot rods and custom cars. I already have a candy apple red 40 Ford coupe powered by a 327 with three deuces. It is a neat ride. This is the second summer that I have had it.
This May I was at a Saturday 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 cars and listening to '55-'70 rock n' roll music. There were about 30 cars that night and Sonic liked the extra business 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 passengers side door. I looked over to see who it was. "Hi, I really like your car." said the cute girl looking in the window. "Can I get in?" I said sure and she opened the door. Then I got a good look at her. She was about 5'4" and probably weighed around 110. She was dressed the part. Wearing a medium length full skirt, a white button down blouse and saddle shoes with bobby socks. Her shoulder length brown hair was in a ponytail. She was cute, very cute. My first guess 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 months short of her 16th birthday and she lived in the next town over which was only a few miles to the West. About 11 most people were leaving and Betty Lou asked me if I would take her home. She had come with several friends and had told them that she would find her own way home. 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 side road that we came to. "There is a nice place back there overlooking the lake where we can talk some more." It was a dirt road but it was smooth. I don't like to take the 40 on dirt roads but when a girl makes that suggestion you don't think too hard about it. I can wash it again tomorrow. About a half mile down the road there was a grass field 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 hand on my crotch as she kissed me. Then she said, "Can I suck your cock?" Before I even said a word she was unzipping my pants. I actually thought about it, for about a second. After all she was only 15. The 40 has bucket seats and a floor shift so she had to wiggle around a little 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 hand and guided it around her shoulders to her firm young mound. She managed to get my rapidly hardening cock and balls out of my pants and planted a kiss on the tip of it while licking the first drop of pre cum from my slit. She stroked my now fully hard 6-1/2 inch cock with her hand and let the head slip between her lips. 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 take more of my cock in her mouth. To my surprise she moved down and my entire cock disappeared into her mouth. I could feel my head rubbing the sides of her throat. She stopped and held it fully buried in her throat for several seconds 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 tight throat again. I squeezed her tit hard and moaned from the wonderful feeling. "Wow, I said, how did you ever learn to do that?" I asked. She cupped my balls in her hand and took my cock out of her mouth. Smiling, she looked up at me and said, "My Daddy taught me." Then she went back to work bobbing up and down the full length of my shaft. 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 sucked hard and squeezed 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 come out. She kissed my cockhead one last time and sat up and said that she needed to get home before midnight but she would like to see me more. She gave me her phone number. I was still feeling weak but I started the car and took her home. Before getting out she gave me a big kiss and squeezed my cock and balls again. "Call me, Johnny."
I called her the next afternoon and we have been a regular thing all summer. She turned out to be a real teen nympho. We suck and fuck every time and place we get the chance. I must have dumped a gallon of cum into her but she is always ready for more. We take my 40 to a lot of car shows and runs. Most car shows have a cruise where all the cars drive slowly down the street while hundreds, sometimes thousands, of people line the sidewalks and waive and cheer as the cars slowly drive past. It turns out that one of Betty Lou's favorite things is to suck me off while I drive the 40 in these. She's down low enough that people can't see her. We went to Hot August Nights in Reno, which is one of the country's biggest car shows with over 4000 cars registered and many more just driven there by their owners to see the show. The Saturday night street cruise was long and slow and before we got to the end, Betty Lou had sucked me till I had given her two big loads of cum. She never spilled a drop.
A couple weeks later I entered the 40 in a smaller local car show. Betty Lou walked up close to the two judges who were judging that class and heard them talking about how they were having a hard 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 them decide the winner. She told them to follow her and she would show them. She led them to the official's office trailer. About 20 minutes later they came back. Her hair was mussed and her skirt 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 friend Bobby was cute too and asked if I thought he would like to spend some time with us and if I would mind if he did. Seeing some more fun times ahead I said that I bet that he would like that and that I would ask him. I hope that this summer never ends.