Flash tightened his hands in her curly dark hair as the fight and light finally left MJ’s eyes. It was at this exact time that she truly accepted what she was…and the exact same time that Flash Thompson came in her mouth.
He exploded in her mouth, his strong hands never letting her up to spare herself from the climax. His cock erupted again and again, the messy cum splattering her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth, and of course the back of her throat. MJ swallowed and swallowed, sure down to the deep parts of her heart that this is where cum belonged, where every man deserved to empty their load; inside of her.
“Yes! Fucking Yes! You stupid cocksucking, cockhungry bitch!”
When Flash finally finished cumming, he relaxed the hands on MJ’s wild and curly hair. She didn’t move though, didn’t retract her mouth from his cock. She kept it there, because her mouth was made for a cock to be inside of it. She kept her mouth there on his cock, unmoving, until he pulled her face up by her hair and locked eyes with her. His gaze seemed loving, and there was a fraction of a second where Michelle Jones might have been saved, might have saved her future and repaired the damage that had been dealt to her.
Instead of that mercy, Flash Thompson spat in MJ’s face.
“You will never, ever, look as good as you do sucking cock.”
Her eyes unfocused and cemented the damage dealt to her psyche. She was in a daze, sitting upright in the front seat of Flash’s mom’s car as he opened his side and got out, sticking his head back in and barking at her.
“Get the fuck out and get naked, slut.”
It was like she was watching a video of someone else, some other slut that opened the door of the car and stepped into the night. MJ had just let him fuck her face, shove his cock into her once-virginal throat, and swallowed cum for the first time. Everyone was right, this woman is nothing more than a cockwhore slut.
By the time Flash circled the car to her side, she was still standing there staring off into the distance. The slap that struck her pretty face startled her, but didn’t really hurt.
“I said get naked. Stop dreaming about my cock and get those worthless clothes off. Ugh, you really are so stupid. All you should be is a hole.”
Michelle grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the creamy black skin of her stomach, then thoroughly average perky ‘b’ sized tits pushed up by a gorgeous black bra. She stared down at the shirt, remembering how much she loved the concert she got it at, and all the things she’d done while wearing it for years. It was probably her favorite shirt in the world.
MJ dropped it in the mud, then unbuttoned her pants.
She revealed her long and thin things to Flash as she slid the pants down them, eventually kicking them into the mud with her favorite shirt. All that was left on her was her white sneakers and her matching black bra and lacy underwear.
“Fucking hell, look at you. Turn around.”
His eyes devoured her like a wolf as she rotated on the spot. She heard him appreciatively exhale as he stared. Flash’s hands were on Michelle’s tight ass then, groping and caressing the two taut round globes.
“Your ass. Your ass is your best feature. You thought it was your brain. Or that smart mouth of yours. I bet your parents said it was your smile. No, you’re so fucking stupid and your mouth only looks good wrapped around a cock. I can’t even begin to count how many men have fucked this ass. It’s definitely the best thing about you. You have no tits and are as dumb as a rock. Keep going.”
The spank came next to punctuate his command, jolting MJ into a gasp. She turned back around to face Flash, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. As the fabric fell away from the, they barely moved, their small size easily able to defy gravity. They were finally exposed to a man for the first time, her nipples and the areolas around them an even darker shade than the rest of her chest. It was just another second to tuck her thumbs into her panties and pull them down, and suddenly Michelle Jones was completely naked in front of Flash.
“You were built for this, you should know. For cocks to rape your mouth, to be shoved in your cunt, and to ram your ass. For cum to drip off these tits and cover your face. How stupid could you have been to think your life would be for anything else? Say it, stupid slut. Say you have the body of a whore and are made for dick.”
MJ’s voice was empty of emotion, but not of conviction. She knew what she was saying was true, even if she didn’t want to say it.
“I have the body of a whore. I am made for dick.”
“Damn fucking right.”
He stepped closer to her, and nearly slipped on the pile of her clothes on the ground. She heard a ripping sound as her favorite shirt tore, but not even that brought a reaction to her face. When Flash straightened again, he glared down at the ground, then at her.
“Pick that up and throw that shit in the trash can over there. A slut like you shouldn’t wear pants or shirts anyway. It should be a dress, so any guy can fuck you any time he wants.”
Mechanically, MJ bent to pick up her muddy clothes, then carried them to the trashcan. Without caring she dumped the pants, bra, and panties, but held onto the shirt. She stared at the logo on the front, trying to remember the girl she used to be, who had worn this shirt so much. Before she could cry, she shoved the shirt into the trash.
“Get back over here and get onto the hood, on your back, where a slut like you belongs.”
She walked back to the car without complaint. Flash eyed her eagerly as she crawled onto the hood and spread her body over it, feeling the cool metal against her ass and her back. Her dark nipples were pointed up at the moon. She spread her legs to display her pussy to Flash, knowing what was to come.
“I’ve wanted this for years.”
When he stood between her thighs his cock seemed even larger than it had in her mouth. Michelle’s mouth felt dry. That was even bigger than anything her tentative explorations of her own pleasure had let her experience. It seemed like it would destroy her. MJ didn’t have long to imagine, because it was time to discover it for real. Flash rubbed that massive cock back and forth over her cunt.
MJ gasped as a jolt of surprise pleasure reached her brain from his rubbing.
“Yeah, you’re a fucking slut. I’ve always known it, you can’t wait for this.”
Then his hand guided his cock to her entrance. His head pushed inside, spreading her open for the first time by a man. He didn’t move then, but instead let his eyes wander over Michelle Jones, snarky bitch of his highschool, spread naked on the hood of a car.
“You are the perfect piece of fuck meat.”
Then he ripped Michelle’s virginity away from her.
MJ screamed as his dick surged into her body on the first thrust, only to pull back and thrust deeper on the second. He was moaning his pleasure with every grunting thrust, just as MJ’s face twisted and contorted in both pain and pleasure. It shocked her, but she was enjoying it. That wasn’t a real comfort to her, for it only reinforced her idea that she was just a little cock-hungry slut.