Darcy was a sophomore in high school and had just lost her virginity to a senior football player at a party in the trailer park in June, at the end of the school year. She had gone to the party, dressed in a too-tight camisole top, that showed off her firm tits and nips, over low-rider jeans that bridged across her hips and showed off her tight tummy. One of the football players had sweet-talked the teen into the back bedroom of the abandoned trailer where the party had started. She had been flattered by his attention and then overwhelmed by the wonderful feelings that washed over her body as he began fondling her tits, then fingering her little pussy, and finally tonguing her sensitive clit. By the time the boy had removed his pants and was pressing his rigid cock into her virgin pussy, she was more than ready to find out what sex was all about. The initial jolt of pain from his intruding dick was quickly replaced by a surprisingly good all-over feeling, which she later learned was called an orgasm. Darcy had decided then and there that she wanted more orgasms and more sex.
Now, into the summer, Darcy was too young at sixteen to go to bars and meet guys who could give her that wonderful orgasm feeling, but she found herself waking up with an itch between her legs that could not quite be satisfied by her own little fingers. She found herself fantasizing about having a big cock jammed inside her, and she found her little pussy getting wet as she fantasized about getting a big creampie in her pussy from a man. She sometimes awoke at night to the sounds of her mother fucking some random dude, and these sounds only increased the frequency of her fantasies.
She started finding porn videos on her iPad, and the videos only increased her fantasies, as well as the itch and the creamy wetness that seeped from her tight little labia lips. Darcy knew she needed to satisfy the itch and so she decided to do something about it.
She had noticed that some of the guys her mother brought home had looked at her with looks that made her shiver a bit when they rolled out of bed in the morning and saw her in the tiny kitchen of the trailer she shared with her mom. When she wore her tiny boy shorts and her old and too small babydoll top, they would look at her, and ask how old she was. Usually, when she told them she was sixteen, they would tell her that she was cute, and leave after a quick cup of coffee.
One Saturday morning, after a night of listening to her mom's moans and sighs from the bedroom that was only feet away from her bed, Darcy was up early and decided to wear her little thong panties that showed off her firm little butt cheeks with the smiley face over her pussy. She completed her sexy outfit with that well-worn filmy-blue babydoll top, that clung to her little tits and showed off the firm puff nipples that topped them off. Darcy thought her boobs looked weird, with the big nipple puffs almost as big as the entire muffin boobs, but some of the men told her she was sexy, so she decided to go ahead and show off her weird tits. And since the babydoll was a couple of years old now, it was just long enough to reach her waist but did nothing to hide her cute little butt if she stood up. She didn't know if the guy who had stayed over would be up, but if he was Darcy figured she would show off and see if she could get his attention. Her little pussy was itching and she really wanted an orgasm.
Her mom's friend was already seated in the tiny living room, in the recliner facing the tv, when she padded in and began making her coffee. She saw the guy, dressed only in a wife-beater t-shirt and a pair of well-worn boxer shorts, looking at her ass as she reached up for the sugar in the cupboard. When she had her coffee made, she padded into the living room and took a seat across from him on the couch, crossing one leg under herself when she sat down, giving him a direct view of the little smiley face stretched across her pudenda. She looked cute and a little dirty, with her tousled dark blond hair pulled mostly into a ponytail with a few dark blond strands loosely falling down over her forehead and cheeks.
"Well, good morning, sweetheart," the guy said with a dirty grin, as he looked directly at the little smiley face on her panties, and then up at the firm tits visible under her top. "My name is Lenny, and I'm a friend of your mom's."
"Yeah," replied Darcy, "I could hear you guys last night. Sounds like you were havin' a real good time. My name is Darcy." She smiled at him, as she said her name.
As she finished speaking, Darcy jumped up, and crossed the few feet between her and Lenny, and leaned in to give Lenny a little peck on the cheek. As she did, her little tits bounced under the flimsy top, and she spun around to return to the couch and gave Lenny a good look at her pale pink ass cheeks split by the tiny white thong of her panties.
But Lenny, grabbed her little hand, and spun her back towards him, and put a big hand on each of her little hips under the babydoll, as he looked at her and licked his lips.
"You are quite the little tease, there, Darcy," rasped Lenny, as he slid one hand behind and cupped and squeezed a little cheek, as his other hand slid up and just barely brushed under her sensitive boob. "You better be careful there, or you'll get somebody all turned on and they'll want to have a good time with you!"
Darcy liked his aggressiveness, and she enjoyed the touch of his rough hands on her sensitive skin. She bent toward him and whispered into his ear: "I think I might like that- where do you live? I could come over later if I can sneak away from mom."
Lenny couldn't believe the little tart was coming on to him, but he didn't hesitate to give her his address, which was just around the corner and up the street in the trailer park.
"I'll be leavin' soon as your mom wakes up; you just feel free to drop by anytime today, sweety pie," Lenny said, giving her butt a little squeeze and a light spank as he pushed her away.
She sat back down, and smiled, and looked at the tv, as her mom stumbled into the kitchen.
"Mornin' sweet cakes," said Lenny, looking over at the disheveled MILF as she made her coffee.
"Yeah, morning, Len," she replied, and looked over at him, and her daughter sitting opposite him. She noticed Darcy wearing the sexy babydoll, and nothing but panties below, and gave her a dirty look.
"What the fuck you wearing, Darcy, you little slut? Put some fuckin clothes on, when we got company, girl," her mom snapped at her.
"Why, mom," Darcy whined. "You're just wearing panties and a nighty. Why do I have to be dressed?"
"Aww, leave her alone, Tammy," Lenny chimed in. "She looks cute as a button in her little nighty."
"Yeah, I bet you like lookin' at that," Tammy replied, "you dirty old man. Don't get any ideas-- she's only sixteen."
"Now, Darcy, get your ass up and put on some fuckin clothes!" Tammy snapped.
Darcy, clearly sulking, got up, and slowly walked back to her tiny room, giving Lenny a good look at her cute little ass as she slowly strutted across the room past his chair and through the little kitchen. She gave Lenny a little wink and brushed her hand over the tattoo on his big shoulder as she passed him, just outside of her mom's view.
When she got to her room, she quickly wrote down the address Lenny had given her and proceeded to get dressed. She would show her mom, Darcy thought, as she proceeded to put together the sluttiest outfit she could imagine just to piss off her mom. She left on the little smiley face thong and pulled on a pair of last year's jeans, that were so tight she had to lay on her bed to pull them on. (The same ones she had been wearing the night she lost her virginity- so they were lucky jeans) The jeans were low-riders, and when she got them snapped, they rode across her bony hips, bridging over them, and just barely covering the blond wisps of hair above her little slit. The little white straps of the thong were visible over the top edge of the jeans, mostly in the back where the tiny thong plunged between her cheeks.
Over her tits, she first put on a little bikini top but decided that it covered her puffy nips too well, and decided to take off the bikini and find her shortest crop top. Again, she found one from last year that was cut roughly just low enough that it would cover her tits, but just barely. The well-worn thin cotton t-shirt was tight enough so that every curve and swell of her tits and their puffy nipples were outlined through the fabric, and the small frayed edge that did not cling to her young boobs hung enticingly over a wide expanse of toned chest and tummy and could be easily lifted to give a glimpse of her young tits whenever she wanted. She also put on a pair of her only sandals with three-inch heels, sometimes called "fuck me heels," because they made her little butt stand out, and tented out the crop top a bit more from her titties. She knew she looked like a stripper, but she didn't care. Darcy just wanted to piss off her mom. You want slutty, Darcy thought, I'll give you slutty!
She walked out of her room just as Lenny was telling Tammy he had to leave, and again Darcy gave him a little wink as she approached him as he sat in his chair. She walked upright, and Lenny could see the underside of her firm boobs under the short crop top, from his seated position. As he rose to leave, Lenny gave Darcy a little swat on her ass, that barely jiggled from the slap, it was so tightly packed into the jeans.
Hearing the smack, Tammy looked up to see her daughter in the sleazy outfit, flaunting her tight ass, sexy little tits, smooth tummy, and narrow waist. Darcy had a big smile as she looked at Lenny, who smiled back as he walked out the door.
"Darcy, you little whore," Tammy snapped, "you ain't' goin' out wearin' that in this park. You'll get attacked by all the dirty old fuckers who live around here."
"I don't care, mom," Darcy snapped back. "I can wear whatever I want, and I'm old enough to deal with anybody who don't like it. Including you. So fuck off."
Darcy turned to leave, and again her mother snapped at her.
"You walk out of here wearin' that, Darcy Wilkins," said Tammy sternly, using her full name, which meant she was dead serious. "Don't you bother comin' back here. I ain't about to have a little whore livin' in my house."