My Red-Headed Slut
(Author's Note: As a writer, I have always thought it necessary to explore one's darker side. While the following story is not as cruel and dark as it could be, it is still an exploration into that part of the human brain where our basest and most animalistic urges lie. With that said, I would like to add that I never have, and never will, condone forced sex. This is fantasy, and nothing more.)
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When I got to the mall at eight p.m., the parking garage was practically full. I had to park on the next to last deck of the seven-story garage and take the elevator down to the second level. I hated shopping during the holidays. I hated the fact that I had procrastinated so much that I had to go shopping the weekend before Christmas.
Feeling like an amateur in a rugby free-for-all, I shopped various stores, pushing my way through throngs of sour-faced, rude people as I picked up gifts for my family. I was glad that, at least, I had already purchased my wife's present on-line. I didn't want to have to contend with the angry and impatient people gathered around the jewelry counters at Macy's and Dillard's.
Being the last weekend before Christmas, the stores were all open until eleven. I didn't get out of the mad house until almost midnight. With my arms full of bags, I headed back to the parking garage. Most of the cars had cleared out. The level upon which I had parked my sedan was like a ghost town when I stepped out of the elevator. There were a few cars here and there, and I heard the echoing voices of people bitching and yelling as they put their bags away.
I tossed the bags in the trunk, got in my car. I needed to relax before I headed home. I lit a cigarette, rolled down the window. I sighed, closing my eyes. Ah, the American holiday shopping season. Humanity at its worst.
I felt the stress of the previous four hours slowly melted away. I was looking forward to getting home, seeing the kids, and, hopefully, if I was lucky, getting a little nookie from my wife. Susan and I had been married for thirteen years, and while much of the magic had long since disappeared from our marriage, my wife still had her rare moments of passion.
Maybe tonight will be one of those moments, I thought hopefully. It had been weeks since the last time we had made love.
Okay, so maybe she's forty pounds heavier than the day we married, with thighs that would make a china shop nervous, I thought. But she's still my wife.
I sat up, reached for the ignition. I caught a light reflected in my rear-view mirror, as the little hatchback that had been parked across the row from me backed up. The car rolled closer and closer . . . oh, shit, don't they see me?
CRUNCH! My car shook as the hatchback crashed into my trunk. I sighed heavily. Perfect, I thought ruefully. Just fucking perfect.
I got out, an annoyed look on my face. I glared at the driver-side door of the little red hatchback as it opened. A girl stepped out, obviously teenaged. Of course.
"Oh, God!" the girl cried. "I-I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, holding a glowing cell-phone in her hand. She lifted it to her ear. "I-I gotta go! No! I'll call you later!" She snapped the phone closed, gave me a fearful look.
I glared at the skinny little redhead. She had long, curly, bright orange hair tied back in a ponytail, and a freckled and slightly pimple-dotted face. She wore tight low-riders on her slender hips and a little striped halter top that wrapped tightly around a flat chest. A looker, she wasn't, but she was still kind'a cute.
"Didn't you see my car?" I asked her belligerently. After the crap I had gone through with shopping, I didn't need this shit.
"I'm sorry!" cried the girl, big green eyes flashing in the dim light of the garage. "I-It's not my fault! My friend was going on about her asshole boyfriend—"
I stared at her. "It's not your fault?" I cried. "Pay attention when you fucking drive! And get off your fucking cell-phone!"
The girl was startled by my outburst, and stared at me. "H-hey!" she stammered. "I-I w-was paying attention! Y-you didn't have your lights on! I didn't see you!"
I sighed, rolling my eyes. Typical of a teen to shift the blame. I didn't feel like getting into an argument with an air-headed girl literally half my age. "Let's just get it over with," I said. "I'll get my insurance card."
"N-no, wait!" she cried as I started to reach inside my car.
I sighed, straightened. I looked to her, annoyed. "What?"
The girl stepped closer, looking at me over the roof of my car. "L-look," she said. "I-it's like this: If I get into another accident, my folks'll take my car away! Please! I-it's not that bad!"
I sighed in exasperation, stepped toward the rear of my car. There was a pretty good crack in the bumper, and one of my tail lights was out. My shoulders sagged, and I looked to the girl. "'Not that bad?'" I asked angrily. "I'm gonna have to replace my whole bumper, and a tail light! You have any idea how much that costs for a Mercedes? Forget it, chick, I'm calling the cops. We're doing this right."
The girl fidgeted on her feet, looking fearful. She watched me as I took out my own cell-phone. She gave me a desperate look, scrambling between our cars.
"P-please!" she pleaded as she came up beside me, giving me a plaintive look. "My folks'll take it away! If I get another accident on my record, I'm gonna lose my car! Please, mister! I gotta have my car! I gotta!"
I huffed, staring at the roof of the parking garage. I looked around; not another car remained on this level of the garage; hell, I was sure most of the garage was empty.
I don't need this shit, I thought. I just wanna get home, have a beer, and maybe bone my wife. I don't need some pimple-faced teenaged girl whose life revolves around her car and her cell-phone giving me grief.
I looked to her impassively. "No luck," I said, flipping my phone open. "I'm calling the cops, we're making out a report. I'm not forking out fifteen hundred bucks just so you can keep being an irresponsible driver."
The girl stared, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I noticed how full and soft her lips were. Maybe she wasn't a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, but she had a pretty nice little mouth.
"No! Please!" she begged, grabbing my arm. She pleaded desperately. "Please! I'll do anything! I'll pay you back, I promise! Anything! Anything you want!"
I stared at the girl, suddenly feeling lecherous. I don't know where the feeling came from, but I suddenly saw this skinny, pale-skinned teenaged redhead, with her tiny pimples and freckles, her big green eyes and little round tits, her tight pert ass and slender legs, in a different light.
"'Anything?'" I found myself asking her.
The girl stared at me, her desperation turning to apprehension. She looked around, noting how alone we were. She suddenly trembled. "W-well . . . ."
I chuckled. Dark thoughts, licentious thoughts, filled my mind. There I was, in a vacated parking garage with a relatively attractive, skinny redhead (who was obviously natural), and no one else around. I had an opportunity that I suddenly realized I could not pass up.
I looked up and down her body, noting her apparent age, her slender figure, the color of her hair. I imagined the sight of her flame-colored bush. I'd always had fantasies about redheads. I felt a stirring in my groin. You're alone with a desperate, teenaged redhead, I thought. When's the last time you fucked a teen? Fifteen years ago? Imagine how hot her red-haired pussy would look wrapped around your dick!
I should have thought about my wife, and my wedding vows: forsaking all others . . . but my wife hadn't given it up since November, and I was pretty damn sexually frustrated. And I was sure Susan was nowhere near as tight as this hot young thing before me.
"Will your parents really take your car away if you get another accident on your record?" I asked the girl.
She nodded vehemently. "Please, mister," she begged me with wide doe-eyes.
I sighed, making a decision. Fuck it. Go for it. I looked back to her. "What's your name?"
The girl managed a little smile. "Shelly," she said, then smiled more broadly, stepping closer with a more flirtatious look. "Short for Michelle."
I gave her an amused look. So the girl figured if she flirted a little, I'd do what she wanted, huh? Well, she was in for a big surprise.
I pursed my lips, making no attempt to hide my admiration of her tight little body. I took a deep breath, then stared into the girl's eyes. "Tell you what," I said. "I won't call the cops, and I won't file a report with my insurance company—"
Shelly sighed heavily in relief, grabbing my arm. She smiled broadly in gratitude. "Oh, God, thank you! Thank you! Thank—"
"But you have to fuck me," I finished, cutting her off.
The girl was startled by my words, her relieved grin vanishing instantly. Her fingers graced my arm as she stepped back. Her eyes stared widely at me. "Wh-what?" she asked.
I smiled. I was surprised at how calm and confident I was. "You heard me," I said.
Little Shelly stared a moment longer, dumbfounded, astonished. She swallowed nervously, looked to the concrete floor beneath us. Somewhere far below, tires screeched on pavement. The girl's eyes were wide, and her soft pink lips trembled. "I . . . I . . . I can't," she said in a soft voice, barely audible.
I arched an eyebrow. "Why not?" I asked.
Shelly looked up to me. Her eyes watered, and she looked frightened. "I-I just c-can't," she said.
I chuckled. "How old are you, Shelly?" I asked.
"E-eighteen," she stammered, shifting on her feet. She lowered her head, looking at her feet.
I pursed my lips. "Still a virgin?" I asked.
Slowly, the girl nodded, almost looking ashamed.
I breathed in, aroused. "Well, then, let me ask you this: is your virginity worth losing your car?"
Shelly lifted her head, her eyes wet and dripping. "Please," she whispered. "Don't do this."
I stared at her, expectant. I was not going to back down. Something rude and primal had entered into me and taken over. The fact that this little thing was a virgin only made me want her more.
I held up my cell-phone. "Make your choice," I said.
Shelly shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut as tears dripped down her cheeks. I could imagine the quandary going through her teenaged mind: give up her cherry, or give up her all-important car. Hmm, choices, choices . . . .
She finally shook, shoulders sagging, crying softly. "I-I cant," she said. "I-I don't wanna do it this way."
I shrugged. "Nine-one-one it is, then," I said, and poised my finger above the number pad.
The girl cried out in anguish, slapping her hands on my arm. Her green eyes quivered. "W-wait!"
"Changed your mind?" I asked.
Shelly's mouth worked as she tried to speak for a moment, then she looked away. She sighed heavily, gritted her teeth. "I . . . I-I . . . I'll let you . . ." she huffed, closed her eyes. "You can do my butt, okay?" She looked up at me pleadingly. "I-Is that okay? I never done that, so it's like you'd be popping me anyway. Just don't do my coochie."
I arched an eyebrow at her suggestion. "You'll let me fuck your ass?" I asked her.
The girl shuddered at my words, obviously uncomfortable with such frank language. But she nevertheless nodded. "Yeah, okay," she said.
I smiled slowly. Such a stupid girl, I thought. "You got a deal," I said, slapping my phone closed and slipping it back in my slacks. I faced her. "Take off your jeans."
Shelly gave me a surprised, nervous look. "Wh-what? Here? Can't we go to a motel or something?"
I shook my head. "Right here," I said.
The girl stared at me in shock. Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. She breathed out, squeezed her eyes closed a moment. She realized she had no choice. Opening her eyes and looking down, Shelly dragged her hands to the button on her jeans. Slowly, with shaking fingers, she unfastened her tight jeans, pushed down the zipper. Shelly made little sobbing noises as she wiggled the garment down off her hips. She wore very sensible, green cotton underwear.
"Take off your panties," I said.
Shelly gritted her teeth as she stepped out of her jeans. She straightened, then slowly hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear. She looked around, her eyes wide and anxious. But if she was looking for someone to save her, she was disappointed. We seemed to be the only two people in the world. With a defeated sigh, Shelly slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, then straightened.
I looked at the skinny redhead before me, naked from her midriff down. She had a narrow waist, taut belly, long, lean thighs and legs. And between those skinny legs was a wildly full bush of bright-toned, flame-colored pubes, reaching to the tops of her thighs. It surrounded a puffy-lipped, bright pink pussy that sported a long, slender clitoris wrapped up in a coral-colored hood. Succulent labia bulged through her thick, hair-lined vulvae.
I breathed in, immensely aroused. I had never seen a pussy so fresh, covered in such erotically-toned hair. My cock was throbbing in my slacks. "Very nice," I said.
Shelly trembled, averting my gaze. She looked embarrassed, even humiliated, at being so brazenly exposed. But, by the way she trembled, I wondered if she was aroused as well. Her nipples certainly attested to that possibility, stiff and hard and poking through her top.
"Come here, Shelly," I said, as I backed up until I stood beside the low hood of my car. The little redhead approached me, leaving her clothes behind as she stepped forward timidly. Even with the dim light, her bright orange pubes glowed ethereally. The sight of her uniquely-colored cunt turned me on incredibly, especially since it was revealed in such a public place.
Shelly looked to me expectantly, her eyes wide and round. I had the feeling I was about to defile an innocent. The idea made my cock pulse. Fuck, was I turned on!
"Unbutton my slacks," I ordered the girl.
Mutely, dutifully, Shelly reached for my pants. She undid my belt, then pulled on the button of my slacks. Once it was freed, she tugged down my zipper without me having to tell her. My slacks fell around my ankles, leaving me in my boxers.
I sighed in arousal, my dick pushing against my boxers, forming a noticeable bulge. "Get on your knees, Shelly," I said. "Pull my shorts down."
Shelly breathed in, trembling, obviously scared and nervous. I started wondering if she was a virgin in every way. She was, after all, a geeky, skinny little girl, whose only 'selling feature' was the fact that she was a natural redhead. She had almost nothing in the way of tits, and I could imagine her being called 'beanpole' throughout high school. She might have felt alienated, withdrawn, and avoided boys altogether. So it was not such a stretch to believe she was a virgin. Nor was it to hard to think that she had never touched, nor even tasted, a cock before.
Still, perhaps eagerly, Shelly pulled my shorts down, gasping loudly as my dick sprang out toward her, fully engorged at its eight-inch length. The little redhead stared at my penis in wonder, shock, and fascination. Her mouth hung open.
"Oh, shit," she breathed. Shelly looked up at me, nervous, apprehensive, but also, I thought, more than a little turned on. "Wh-what now?" she asked me.
I reached down, touched her face. "Have you ever sucked a cock, Shelly?" I asked.
Slowly, the girl shook her head, her eyes glowing wide like those of a little girl. I shuddered. Yes, she was, indeed, a virgin in every way. I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. I ran my hands over her flame-colored head, gently pulled her toward me. Shelly automatically opened her mouth, staring at my throbbing dick as it loomed closer.
"Nothing to it," I said, feeling the girl's soft lips as I pushed into her mouth. I sighed. "Suck and lick at the same time . . . don't scrape it with your teeth. Just . . . oh, yeah . . . ohhhh, Shelly, mmmm . . . ."
I moaned as the girl's mouth wrapped around me, sucking and pulling gently. She murmured, her brow wrinkling at the new sensation of a dick penetrating her mouth. She made little noises, not sure what to make of the taste of my cock and the flavor of the thick, oily pre-cum that oozed into her mouth. But she kept sucking.
I trembled as I realized that mine was the first cock this girl had ever tasted. She pumped back and forth slowly, frowning a little as my dick invaded her mouth. She only suckled the first couple of inches, and concentrated her efforts on the sensitive head of my cock. I shuddered in pleasure, and Shelly took that as encouragement. She sucked harder, strumming her tongue eagerly along the underside, drawing out literal rivers of pre-cum and swallowing them down, staring up at me for approval. I sighed in satisfaction, but the sensation was too much, and I jerked back, my cock popping wetly from her mouth.
Shelly gave me an anxious look, her lips wet and dripping with saliva and my pre-seminal fluid. "Am I doing it right?" she asked innocently.
I sighed, smiling upon her in bliss. "Oh, so right," I said. "Just try sucking more."
Shelly nodded, swallowed, and licked her lips as she stared back at my wet, dripping dick. "Okay," she whispered, then engulfed my cock hungrily. I moaned as the girl pumped back and forth, taking as much of my long, thick length as she could on each plunge.
I cradled the girl's head, loving the way her long, flame-colored ponytail swayed as she bobbed on my cock, sucking wetly. Little Shelly went after her first blow job with enthusiasm, smacking her lips, rolling her tongue, running her hands up to my balls and lightly squeezing them. She was a definite natural cocksucker. I moaned as the girl serviced me. I hadn't gotten a blow job this good in years. My wife only sucked me as foreplay, and not very well.
But Shelly's mouth sucked and pulled eagerly as she became more comfortable with having a dick in her mouth. She panted around my shaft between fervent slurps and sucks, glancing up to me now and then as she enjoyed the feel and flavor of her first dick. Shelly sucked hard on the first couple of inches of my cock, stroking my shaft, and slowly began bringing me to the brink of orgasm. I gasped, thrusting toward her mouth, fucking the little redhead's face. I was going to cum at any moment, I felt.
"Oh, yeah, baby," I moaned, feeling my balls tightening. "You're gonna do it!"
Suddenly, Shelly slipped her drooling mouth off my dick, easing back and giving me an apprehensive look. Thick spit slapped to her chin, dripped to her shirt. "Wait!" she gasped, looking up at me. "Y-you're gonna shoot off, aren't you?"
I winced, let out a shuddering moan of disappointment. I stared down at her face, her glistening lips. "I want to," I said. "I'm so close."
Shelly looked to my straining, spit-covered cock as her fingers encircled the base. She was obviously apprehensive about taking my load in her mouth. "I-I . . . I don't know," she said in a strained, little-girl voice.
"It's not that bad," I said, trying to convince her. "Just start swallowing as soon as you taste it. It'll be over before you know it."
The redhead grimaced, looked back to my face apologetically as my cock throbbed before her. She looked uncomfortable. "Um . . . I-I don't think I can do that," she said.
I sighed, my balls boiling. I closed my eyes a moment, fighting down the sensations. I could have forced her, could have shoved my cock back in her mouth and fucked her skinny little face, but I guess there was a still a little morality left in me. I finally looked down at little red-headed Shelly. "Stand up," I said.
"A-are you gonna do my butt, now?" she asked in a cracking voice.
"Yes," I said, my cock throbbing. "Come on, get up and turn around."
The girl trembled, but she did as she was told. She stood, wiping her mouth daintily, casting her gaze around the garage. She seemed to hope once again that someone would come and rescue her. But she was out of luck, and she knew it. She turned about, bent over the hood of my car, arching her back as she braced herself on her elbows. Her wispy, orange-haired cunt hair sprouted out wildly from between her legs. Shelly's thick bush turned me on.
Shelly looked over her shoulder at me as I stepped between her spread thighs. "D-do you have any, um . . ." she groped for the words, looking frustrated.
"Lube?" I asked.
The redhead nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."
I grinned, and lowered myself to my knees. "I got it right here," I said, and spread the girl's virgin cheeks apart, exposing her hot, puffy, flame-haired pussy, her lips so pink and wet, and her tight, puckered little anus. It, too, was surrounded by wispy hair so soft and almost invisible.
"Wh-what do you—" began the skinny redhead, then she moaned loudly as I started lapping at her tight little asshole and licking down to her creamy, virgin cunt. I sucked on both of her holes, pushing my tongue inside her over and over. Shelly gasped, crying out, slapping her hands upon the hood of my car. I moaned in response, pulling on her slick pink pussy lips. God damn, she tasted good!
Shelly pushed back against me, automatically rolling her hips, grinding her cunt against my mouth. God, she tasted so sweet! I hadn't eaten a virgin in so long, I had forgotten how fresh and pure they tasted! Shelly writhed and moaned, squirming a little. I didn't realize she was pulling off her top until she tossed it aside. It hung off the emblem on the hood of my car.
Shelly was now completely naked in the parking garage, except for her little white sneakers, bent over the hood of a Mercedes, rolling her hips desperately as she was being eaten out by a man twice her age. That seemed like a recipe for a porn video, I thought as I smacked and sucked and licked her virgin treasures. Shelly's gasps and cries echoed through the garage.
As the girl's passion grew and approached the boiling point, I slipped my pussy-slicked mouth down to her long, skinny clit and pulled it between my lips, making Shelly gasp. I sucked it hard, massaging it with my tongue.
"OHHHHMIGOD!" shrieked the girl, her cries echoing through the parking deck as she shoved back hard against me. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck yeahhhhh!!!!"
Shelly came hard, bucking up and down, her pussy spurting and oozing and squelching wetly. I made the assumption that she had never been sucked to orgasm before. Her labia flared out, sopping wet and dripping with cum as she came. I lapped up and down, devouring her sweet cum, and returned to Shelly's asshole as she cooed and slowly came down. She kept moving her ass in little circles, giggling girlishly as I licked and lapped and pushed my tongue past her tight sphincter.
"Oh, holy fuck," she sighed. "That feels so good . . . ."
"Mmm," I responded, rimming her deeply. I rubbed my fingers against the girl's oozing cunt, getting them slimy and slick, then massaged her tight, virgin asshole. Shelly sighed and hissed in pleasure, pushing back against me. She winced as I pushed a finger inside her anus, pumping it slowly in and out. Then I added another, spreading her tight hole open.
"Oh, baby," Shelly moaned, hanging her head. She grimaced as my fingers penetrated her, sliding back and forth. Her anus slowly relaxed and became more slick. The girl panted deeply. She was ready.
I stood behind her, gripped her hips as my stiff dick brushed her slick cunt lips and tight sphincter. Shelly groaned. "Oh, God," she murmured, planting her hands on the hood of my car and pushing up, keeping her back arched. "You're gonna do it."
I leaned over the girl, reaching around to cup her tiny tits as my dick pushed against her slick asshole. Her hard nipples stabbed into my palms as I groped her little-girl breasts. "Take a deep breath, Shelly," I said as I pressed my cheek against hers. "Hold it."
The redhead whimpered, then sucked in through her teeth, clamping her mouth shut as she held her breath. I slipped my hands up, gripping her shoulders. With a deep grunt, I shoved my cock into the girl's ass, feeling her tight, hot, rectal tunnel spasming around my cock. Shelly shook under me, banging her hands on the hood of my Mercedes. She finally panted loudly.
"Oh, fucking hell!" she cried as I pushed in deeper. Her face contorted in discomfort. "W-wait, wait, WAIT!" she screeched, her voice echoing in the garage. Her anus squeezed my cock so tightly I could barely move inside her.
I straightened, holding Shelly's narrow hips in my hands, looking at my thick cock buried halfway in the redhead's tight little ass. Her cheeks trembled, her legs quivered.
"Just relax, Shelly," I said.
She huffed, panted, breathed deeply, her body quaking. "Easy for you to say," she seethed. "You don't have a huge fucking dick in your ass!"
I chuckled, smoothed my hands all around the teenager's firm cheeks. I realized I was fucking a girl in the ass who was technically old enough to be my legal-aged daughter. The thought turned me on. "Just don't try to push," I said. I started to ease deeper inside the girl's tight ass, then pulling back slowly. Shelly gasped.
"Oh, God, it burns!" she cried, scratching her nails upon the hood of my car and throwing her head back. But even as she complained and convulsed, Shelly loosened her ass and pushed back against me, wanting more of my hard cock inside her.
I moaned at the teen girl's submission, and began really fucking her, sliding my cock in and out of her tight, swollen red asshole. The girl gasped and moaned constantly, panting as my cock delved deep in her rectum, then groaning as I pulled almost all the way back.
Jesus Christ, but little Shelly's ass was tight! I hadn't experienced such a snug fit, nor such heat, nor such eagerness from a girl since my first girlfriend Jennifer and I lost our virginities together. I relished the fuck as I thrust into Shelly's wonderful ass, watching her cheeks tense and asshole stretch around my cock.
And all the while, I kept thinking about the last virginity she had, just below my pumping cock. I had already introduced this skinny little redhead to cocksucking and anal sex . . . why not give her everything?
Shelly panted and trembled over the hood of my car as I fucked her ass. I went as deep as I could, and pulled back all the way, until the tip of my dick brushed her gaping, swollen anus. Shelly moaned and murmured, hanging her head until it touched the hood of my car. She shuddered, and started gasping as she came. Her asshole squeezed tightly around my cock, and the teen girl threw her head back, her long ponytail slapping against my chest as she screamed with her orgasm.
Her sharp, girlish cries echoed loudly throughout the parking garage, reverberating off the concrete walls. "AHHHHH!!!!!" she shrieked. Looking at her face in profile, it seemed to me that Shelly was surprised by the fact that she was cumming. I took advantage of her surprise, and fucked her harder, making her scream and wail uncontrollably.
And, in the midst of the girl's orgasm, as I felt her drenched pussy saturating my balls as they slapped against her wet lips, I pulled out of Shelly's ass, and in a quick move, angled my penis down. Before the girl knew what I was doing, I was shoving my stiff dick inside her tight, rippling, red-haired virgin cunt.
The girl cried out again, pushing up on her hands and giving me a slack-jawed, apprehensive look. Her unfucked cunt spasmed around the head of my cock as I pushed it into her slick tunnel. Her orgasm had made it relatively easy for me to penetrate her, despite how tight she was. "N-no, wait!" she cried. "D-don't! Please! No! Oh, God, please! I don't wanna do it this way!"
"Just relax," I said, my cock throbbing inside her cunt, pressing against her hymen. I loved feeling the proof of the girl's virginity against my cock. I never thought I would ever take another virgin in my life, and the reality that I was about to do so was almost enough to make me cum. "It'll be over in a sec."
"Oh, God!" Shelly screamed, trying to pull away. "Please-please-please! D-don't do it! Please, mister, I'm begging you! Don't do it!"
But I ignored her. To be honest, her protests just made me want to take her that much more. I grabbed her shoulder, squeezed her narrow hip in my other hand. I stared into the girl's trembling eyes as I shoved my cock deep inside her, tearing through her hymen, deflowering her and penetrating deep inside her virgin cunt.
Shelly screamed in pain as her virginity was stolen from her, shaking against me. She tried to pull away again, but I secured her in place, my cock throbbing deep in her tunnel, feeling the hot, thick bath of blood swirling around my shaft. I sighed in pleasure, loving the way her deflowered pussy sucked automatically on my cock. Shelly spasmed and shook, shrieking, crying, bucking under me. Her cries degenerated to choking sobs as she sagged over the hood of my car. I moaned, reveling in the tight feel of Shelly's cunt. I fully enjoyed the fact that mine was the first cock to penetrate her. Then I started really fucking her.
The walls echoed with the smack-smack-pop! of my hips against her ass and the whimpering sobs of the girl under me. I pounded and pumped and fucked skinny little Shelly relentlessly, enjoying the fact that I was fucking a tight little girl after taking her flower. Shelly's cries eventually faded, replaced by pants and moans and gasps. She seemed to accept her deflowering, especially as her pussy tightened and constricted around my cock with her first vaginal orgasm.
"O-oh! Ohmigod! O-o-o-h-h-h-h, SHIT! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" screamed the girl at the top of her lungs as I slammed into her cunt over and over. She arched her back deeply, pushing up onto her toes, her legs trembling, tight ass shaking, as she came violently. Her cunt literally spurted around my invading dick, soaking my pubes with her rich, fragrant cum.
I sighed, grinning, feeling like a god as I fucked the girl. I shoved my dick deep, stopped thrusting for a few moments to savor the sensation of her rippling, sucking pussy. Her fluid dripped off my balls, trickled down her thighs. I hissed, enjoying her heat, her tightness. Shelly quivered against me, rubbing her firm little cheeks against my abdomen, alternately enjoying her orgasmic afterglow and perturbed by the circumstances of losing her virginity.
I pulled out of the girl, her pussy spurting a glob of fluid that splattered to the floor of the parking deck. I turned her over, and Shelly stared up at me in a daze, shocked at her loss of virginity and her subsequent orgasm. Her face and neck and little tits were flushed deeply from her intense climax. Her nipples were thick and dark pink, jutting out nearly a full inch and about the same diameter as nickels. On impulse, I bent over and sucked one of those stiff nubs into my mouth, making the girl gasp and hiss.
I straightened, staring down at the girl, who was so dazed and stunned by the circumstances of her first fuck that she just went along with whatever I wanted. We both looked down at her hairy, matted, orange-haired pussy, at the streaks of blood along my thick shaft as I lined it up with her snatch. Shelly moaned as I eased back inside her sloppy, swollen cunt. I sighed once more. I hadn't fucked a pussy this tight since I was Shelly's age.
I lifted the girl's slender, taut, pale legs, holding them wide by her fine-boned ankles as I thrust away. I watched the penetration of her flame-haired snatch over and over, the sight spurring me on. Shelly's head fell back, and she stared in shock at the ceiling of the parking deck, her mouth hanging slack as puffs of breath escaped her lips with each hard thrust I made. It wasn't much longer before my balls tightened and I felt the impending rush of orgasm.
I groaned. "Oh, Shelly, I'm gonna cum!" I announced, staring at her face.
That seemed to shock her back to reality. The girl lifted her head, staring down at her violated pussy for a moment, then to my face. "P-please, mister!" she begged. "Don't do it in my pussy!"
"Your choice, Shelly," I said, pounding her smacking-wet cunt, getting closer and closer to glorious release. "Your pussy or your mouth."
She stared at me, her face contorting. "Wh-what?"
"Come on, girl, decide!" I said, slapping my hips against her upturned cheeks. "I'm gonna cum!"
Shelly shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut a moment. "Can't you just do it on me?" she asked whimperingly.
I grinned upon her. "Pussy or mouth," I repeated, fucking her sweet cunt with short, fast thrusts. My cock twitched, balls drawing up as they slapped against her ass. "You got about five seconds. Oh, fuck!"
Shelly gasped as she realized I was about to shoot off. "Oh, God, don't squirt in my pussy! I'm not on the pill!"
I grunted as I teetered on the edge of orgasm. I stopped thrusting into the skinny little girl, and slipped my hand behind her head. I pulled out of her sopping cunt. "Your mouth it is," I said, and pulled Shelly to the ground beneath me.
Shelly fell to her knees, her eyes wide and mouth slack as she stared at my thick, dripping cock. She was definitely intimidated and frightened by what I wanted her to do. But I could not have cared less. I grabbed her strawberry-haired head and pushed my cock between her pink lips. "Suck it, Shelly!" I gasped. "Here it comes!"
Shelly mumbled uncomfortably around my dick as it thrust in her mouth, her eyes blazing wide as she realized she was about to taste cum for the first time. Still, Shelly dutifully sucked, wincing as she tasted her own snatch, mingled with the metallic flavor of blood. Seeing her mouth stretched around my pussy-slicked penis, her own fluid dripping down her chin, turned me on to no end. I hadn't had a fuck this hot in ages.
"Oh, Jesus!" I cried, trembling as my orgasm overcame me. My cock spasmed and pulsed in Shelly's mouth, letting loose a torrent of sperm that splashed her tongue and coated the insides of her cheeks. I grunted in supreme pleasure as I ejaculated wildly between the little redhead's lips.
Shelly's eyes flew open wide as I came in her mouth. She struggled against me, trying to pull back, but I held her head firmly, fucking her suddenly cum-slicked lips. My semen poured out of her mouth as she gagged and choked on it, flowing over her chin and down her neck, dripping to her little tits and falling to her skinny thighs. I kept thrusting, enjoying my orgasm to the fullest as I kept cumming. I heard the girl swallow reflexively, and she grimaced as semen slithered down her throat.
My orgasm finally ran its course, and I jabbed a few more times in the girl's gooey, dripping mouth. Finally, I pulled back, tendrils of sperm mingled with saliva stretching from my cock to Shelly's gasping mouth. The strands broke and slapped against the girl's chin and neck. The sight was incredibly hot.
Shelly sputtered and coughed, spitting my cum out to the ground. She touched the base of her throat, gagged, almost retched. A long strand of fluid hung off her tongue before it broke and fell to the concrete floor. She glared up at me, her lips smeared and shiny, her chin dripping with semen, rivulets of my cum trickling down her neck and glistening like rivers on her narrow chest. "You came in my mouth!" she cried, clearly repulsed.
I chuckled, stepping back, my cock dripping. "Hell, yeah, I did," I said. I shook my head euphorically. "God, damn! That was good!"
"That was fucking gross, is what it was!" Shelly exclaimed, gathering more sperm-infused saliva and spitting it out. She pushed herself to her feet, pressing a hand between her legs. She winced as she touched her swollen, bloody pussy. She gave me a look that was both hurtful and angry. "Y-you . . . you took me! I-I don't even know you, a-and y-you . . . you popped me!"
I leaned against my car, recovering. I ogled her semen-dripping body. "Merry Christmas," I said flippantly.
Shelly stared at me, suddenly mortified. "You fucking raped me!" she screamed. "Fuck you!" She ran around her car, forgetting her clothes, and jumped in behind the driver's seat. I chuckled as the girl started her car and peeled away, tires screeching. I pictured the sight of naked little cum-covered Shelly driving home. I wondered if she would get pulled over. I imagined the smear of blood and semen she would leave on her driver's seat.
I found my pants, took out a cigarette, lit up. I breathed out a cloud of smoke with a sigh as I leaned back against my car. I felt more satisfied than I had in years. I relished the memories of taking my little red-headed slut's virginity. It seemed especially poignant since it had been done against her will. For some reason, that just made the prize that much better.
I finished my cigarette, flicked the butt, pulled on my boxers and pants. I slid in behind the wheel, started my car. I smiled all the way home.
***
I happened to see my little red-headed slut a couple of months later, in the same mall, as she was walking amongst friends and talking about whatever teen girls talked about. She saw me, and for a moment, faltered.
I just looked at her, remembering vividly that night and smiling. Shelly stared back, her expression blank. Her pale cheeks colored, and she eventually looked away as she passed by.
"Who's that?" asked one of her friends, checking me out.
"Nobody," said Shelly. "He's just a . . . guy I used to know." She looked over her shoulder at me, her green eyes wide. I gave her a casual wave.
I smirked, turned back to my wife and our children as they came out of the store. My wife met me with a kiss, and my kids squealed at seeing their daddy. I hugged them both.
Life, as they say, was good.
-finis-