WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. No characters are under the age of 18. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.
A Ride Home On St. Patrick's Day
A young woman needs a ride home on St. Patrick’s Day.
M/F, oral, int
An original story by Vile8r. Illustration by Cynthia Farmwood
The girl was very drunk. She had been at O’ Malley’s Pub for the all-day St. Patrick’s party, and obviously having a pretty good time of it. Her otherwise apparently blond hair was dyed orange, hanging around her shoulders; she had a lot of make-up on. Well, a lot of mascara at least. She was wearing a white schoolgirl blouse and a green plaid-and-pleated skirt.
The skirt was very short and not leaving a lot to the imagination. You know the kind. Where if she bent over, she was showing off everything! To finish off the ensemble were green and white striped thigh-high stockings with a shamrock motif and shiny black patent leather shoes.
Quite a sexy get-up, actually. And it was made all the sexier by the fact that she looked like she was only about 18 or 19.
I was in the parking lot, just ready to get in my car and go home. She came staggering up to me.
"Hey mister," she asked. "Would you be able to give me a ride?"
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I need to get home," she slurred. “But…..my asshole friends already left without me.”
I questioned this girl’s good judgment, walking up to older men in a pub parking lot and asking for a ride. Obviously, in her state of intoxication, her judgment wasn’t there. But I decided I could be a Good Samaritan…..couldn’t I?
After all, hanging out here, dressed as she was, was asking for trouble. There were all kinds of perverts and creeps around these days. I had a duty to protect a young woman from people like that.
"Yeah, sure, I can give you a ride," I shrugged. I watched as she climbed into the passenger seat of my car.
"So, where do you live?" I asked.
"Ummm...Woodridge. You know where that is?"
"Wow, that's like the other side of town. But, sure, I can take you there."
"Awesome! Thanks!" The girl settled down into her seat as I pulled out of the parking lot and merged into traffic.
"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" I said.
"Ummm, 19," she said, hesitantly.
I couldn’t help but look over at her and notice how her skimpy skirt rode up to expose most of her smooth, pale thighs. Hmmm, this night was suddenly getting very interesting, I thought to myself. This sweetie had quite a tight little body. She was just like out of a dream for me--a hot, drunk, teenage girl. Perfection!
"You couldn’t get a taxi or an Uber?" I inquired, trying not to sound too paternal.
"Yeah, I don't have any money for that. I spent it all at the bar."
“Well,” I mused, my eyes continuing to rove across her body as I drove. “I gotta take you way across to the other side of town, I really should get repaid……somehow.”
“I do really appreciate you doing this for me, sir. I could repay you this way,” she said. “I’ll let you see my panties.”
I glanced over and saw she had shifted around on the seat, her legs open, allowing me to look up her skirt, showing a tantalizing view of white panties.
"You wanna repay me like that? What? Do I look like a 14-year-old boy? I’m looking for a little more that! Like maybe you sucking my cock?"
She bit her lower lip, looking at me. I think she was realizing getting a ride from me hadn’t been the best idea.
She bit her lip again and I could hear her voice trembling. "I could suck your cock….I guess."
"Yeah?" I looked over at her. The girl looked awfully damn hot, all nervous to be offering up her services. I could definitely see getting a blow job from this little slut. I also knew she would likely not be doing this were she not so drunk.
Was it good of me to take advantage of such a drunk girl? I think a better question should be, Was I going to throw away the opportunity? The answer to that would be, Fuck, no!
"You ever suck a guy before?" I asked. I knew that was a dumb question.
"Yeah," she said, voice still trembling, "lots of times."
"Alrighty then," I said. “ But you gotta promise to swallow."
"I….promise."
That was all I needed to hear!
It only took me a short while to find a suitably deserted parking lot, once I'd exited the freeway. I knew an old warehouse site that was pretty secluded. I pulled right around to the backside of the building. We were completely hidden from the street and had the place to ourselves.
"Before we get started, you haven't even told me your name," I said.
"It's....Shannon," she said.
How appropriate! I thought. A good Irish name for St. Pat’s Day!
"I like it,” I said. “My name's Ronnie."
That was a lie, but I decided, for the moment anyway, probably best not to give her my real name.
"OK, Shannon," I said, reaching over to start unbuttoning her blouse. "I want to check out your goods first."
"My goods?"
"Yeah, you’re gonna get to see my cock, it's only fair that I get to see you, too, right?"
She reached a hand up to stop my progress down the buttons. "Um..."
I grab her wrist and pull her hand away. "It's a package deal, sweetheart," I said, looking at her all serious. "I get to see you naked, understand?"
She nodded.
"Good." I sit back. "Now take off your clothes."
"Um..."
I sat up again and put my hand on her face, fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, squeezing tight. I leaned in, my hot breath warming her nose and mouth. "Shannon, it's a package deal, sweetheart. I have a knife under the seat that I will use to cut your clothes off……if I have to! So….. take your clothes off…. now."
It was apparent from the look in her eyes, she was suddenly realizing the situation was going a little farther than she’d anticipated. I didn’t care. She was the little whore who had initiated all this, so she was gonna finish it too.
Her fingers were trembling as she finished unbuttoning the blouse. When she opened it and pulled it off her shoulders, I saw that she was wearing a sexy white lace bra.
"Bra, too?" she asked, all nervous as she finished taking off the shirt.
"Yeaaah," I said with a sarcastic slur, like, Duh!
She undid the bra, revealing a nice set of perky breasts. Oh my God, what sweet things. Small, probably no more than a 32A, nipples so pale they hardly had any pink in them at all, swollen up just wonderfully. In the center of each puffy nipple was an almost imperceptible pin-prick of dark red. Yeah. Oh yeah.
She sat there, shaking, letting me stare at those visions of beauty.
"Get up on your knees now, sweetheart," I said, after making her just sit there for half a minute while I stared. "Lift that little skirt and drop your panties."
"Oh, man!"
I just look at her.
Shannon did what she was told. She reached up her pleated skirt, and down come a pair of white thong panties that matched her bra.
"All the way off, girl. Hand them to me."
She slipped them off her legs and handed them to me. A tear, now two, flowed down her cheeks.
I reached out and used her panties to stop the tears.
"Don't cry, sweetheart, it'll be OK. Now lift the skirt and let me see."
She shut her eyes tight, more tears along with that thick mascara running down her cheeks, and lifted her skirt.
What a sweet pussy! Just a tiny tuft of blond hair above two of the sweetest, soft pink pussy lips I’d seen in a long time.
I knew damn well she likely wasn’t a virgin. I wondered how many lucky bastards had had their cock in that sweet cunt. I stared for a while at that pussy. Man, I bet she was a remarkably tight fuck.
"OK, sweetie, back to business. You can leave the skirt and stockings on. They make you look fuckin’ hot!”
She let the skirt fall and opened her eyes, wiping away tears with the back of her hand, smearing wet mascara in the process. "OK," she said in the sweetest little trembling voice. I could tell she was happy that the stripping was over and she could get back to doing what she'd actually agreed to do.
I leaned back as I began to unbuckle my pants and pulled them down off my hips. My hard, thick, seven-and-a-half-inch cock jutted up from my lap, finally released from my underwear.
"Th-that's pretty big," she gasped.
“It’s a treat, isn’t it?” I grinned.
Shannon leaned across the center console of my car. Holding her hair away from her face, I watched her open her cute mouth and took my head in, her soft, pink lips surrounding my shaft.
She looked up at me, sucking. Damn, so fucking sexy!
Considering how drunk she was, she definitely knew what she was doing. Her mouth was very talented! This girl had given plenty of good head, I could tell.
"Oh baby," I whispered.
Her mouth was so warm! Her soft tongue lapped delicately at my glans, cleaning off the precum that leaked out during the striptease. Oh, yeah, I like this girl. I like this little cock sucker!
GGGLLRRRPP! GGGLLLRRRPP! SLLLRRRPPP! Her mouth made such delightful sucking sounds.
I put my hands on the back of her head. Instantly, I could feel her tensing up.
"Relax," I said softly. "Relax, sweetie, let me do what I want."
Shannon looked up at me with her big, blue eyes, her moist lips wrapped tightly around me.
"That's right, you're gonna be a good girl, aren't you? You're gonna be nice to me. You're gonna let me do what I want."
She nodded again, still looking up at me.
In a strong, quick motion, I pulled her head into me, pushing my hips into her, and my cockhead burrowed into the back of her mouth. Warmth, tightness, a sucking, swallowing feeling! Oh, fuck, yeah! Right down her fucking throat!
The girl's beautiful blue eyes went wide, and her face got all red. She was clearly trying to gasp around my large member so rudely lodged in her esophagus. She lifted her hands up, put them on my belly, tried to push me away. I held her in place for a few seconds while she pushed at me, just so I could let her know she was not actually strong enough to resist me. There was really nothing she could do, she was entirely at my mercy. Then I let up.
She pulled off, gasping and coughing, a big string of viscous phlegm connecting her to my cockhead. I gave her a moment, and then, "Alright little bitch, back on, let's go."
She looked up at me with pleading wide eyes, but she knew her duty. It was jaw down, mouth wide, right back on my cock again.
I gently stroked her hair as she started sucking and jacking. "That's a good girl," I said. "You're being very nice to me."
I let her work it for a little while before I two-handed the back of her head again. The poor thing knew what was going to happen, but I waited a little while. It was fun for her to know, but not know when. But she did prepare, putting her hands on my stomach, ready to push me away again.
And then, I held her head tightly in place as I shoved my cock down her throat.
She sputtered and coughed and got all wide-eyed and pushed hard against me with her hands.
"No, bitch!" I said as I grabbed a wrist and pulled it off of me. Nice, I was so much stronger than her that I could hold the girl tight in place with just one hand! Even while she struggled! Once I'd yanked one of her hands off my stomach, I grabbed her face, fingers splayed around, and squeezed.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat, bitch, now be good and just take it!" And I started face-fucking her, sliding my cockhead in and out. What a nice throat for throat fucking!
She sputtered and coughed, trying hard to pull away. But she had to learn! When a man wants to fuck her throat, she needs to just sit there and let him do it. So I gagged her repeatedly, over and over, ten or twenty times. In and out, in and out, my huge bloated head ramming down the girl's throat. Fuck yeah!
Finally, she worked up the strength to pull off, and I let her go without a fight.
But now I was mad. I was about ready to cum and the whole thing could have been over for her in another ten or so thrusts down her tight little throat. But now... Well, the orgasm passed, and I was pissed.
She was still gagging and sputtering and coughing as I reached out and wrapped a big strong hand around her throat. I'm wasn't choking her, just threatening to. Opening my car door, I dragged her out across the seats and opened the door to the back seat, where I would have more room. I pushed her down onto the back seat. Her eyes went wide and I could tell she knew what I was doing.
Once she was on her back, I climbed on top of her. She was too wasted to put up much of a struggle. With my hand still wrapped around her neck and my face right in front of hers, I used a harsh, scratchy whisper. "Open your legs," I said. "Let me do what I want and everything will be OK."
"Bu..." she stammered and slurred, laced with fear. "But I don' wan'..."
I squeezed her neck. My free hand was pushing up her skirt. "Open your legs, bitch! You’ve pissed me off and now you’re gonna get fucked.”
She was looking up at me with those wide, terrified eyes. "I..." she stammered, hoarse and quiet. "I-I c-can't br-breathe."
I was spreading her legs with my knees. I could feel her resistance leaving her. "Just let me do what I want, and you'll be OK."
She nodded. "OK," she said, quiet and hoarse. "OK! Just don't hurt me!"
I was all business for the next few seconds, getting my cockhead into the opening of her tight pussy. Once I was burrowed inside her, tight wet lips splayed open around my cock, I leaned in and kissed her, right on the lips.
"That's a good girl," I said. "You be a good girl now, you be nice to me and let me do what I want, OK?"
She nodded.
My cock was pushing in now. She was dry. I loved fucking a girl dry. I was pulling back and pushing in, fucking her now.
Her voice was shaking, but she said it. "I'm-I'm..... a g-good girl."
God, that sounded nice in that trembling voice. And as she said those words, I could feel her suddenly get a little wetter. Sweet!
I kissed her on the lips again. "You're a little slut," I said.
She nodded again.
I was in her all the way now. She was fully lubricated, but tight as fucking hell. Jesus Christ, I'd never had a pussy this tight before! I couldn't believe it! Here I was, 30 years old with my cock buried in a 19-year-old!
“AIIIIIEEEEEE! AIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” She let out a couple of high screams from the initial pain of meat spreading open her tight channel.
"You're a whore!" I shout, as I really started railing on her, rocking her body back and forth on the seat.
She had a look of terror on her face.
"Oh fuck! You little bitch! Oh, fuck!"
My adrenaline was firing so hard now I couldn't stop. It had been many years since I’d had my cock in a cunt this young and this tight! I fucked her relentlessly.
"Are you... going to... cum in me?" she asked breathlessly.
"Oh yeah."
"What if..."
"Oh YEAH!"
"...I get pregnant?"
"Don't worry......I had an accident a few years ago.....I shoot blanks now!" I was telling the truth. I had been in a bad car accident about 5 years previously. It damaged things....down there....and the doctors told me I would be sterile. I could still get it up.....thank God, and my balls still made sperm, but I couldn't make kids.
I didn't actually mean to cum yet, I wanted to enjoy it for a lot longer, but suddenly there I was, spurting my semen into the sexy girl's teenage womb.
"OH FUCK YEAH!"
I slammed in as deep as I could and held myself there as my cum streamed out of me.
"Take it whore!" I shouted. "Take my fucking cum!"
"Oh fuck!" I shouted a few more times as I dumped a gigantic load into her sluthole.
"Oh fuck," I said again, in the comedown.
She was just looking up at me with those big blue eyes.
Once my cock deflated a bit, I pulled out of her.
I suddenly found that I really had to pee.
"I gotta piss," I tell her. "I'll be right back."
I pulled up my pants and climbed out of the car. As I was standing there, waiting for the pee to start, I could see her on the back seat, her legs still open wide. She wasn't doing anything, nothing at all, just lying there motionless and staring up at the ceiling of the car. Suddenly I have a thought, and I walk over to her side of the car and open the door.
I grabbed her by her underarms and pulled her so that her head was hanging out of the car. I stepped above her and squatted a bit so that my cock was above her mouth.
"Clean it off, Shannon," I told her. "Be a good girl and clean my cock now."
She was looking up at me with those pretty blue eyes like she was begging me to not do this, but she opened her mouth. I slid my happily limp cock, still tingling from fucking her tight cunt and still dripping a little bit of piss, into her mouth and she sucked it clean. And, to my delight, while she sucked I felt blood flowing to the little guy again and he started getting hard.
"There you go," I said as I took my freshly-cleaned dick out of her mouth. I picked up her panties and handed them to her and let her wipe her face off a bit. While she did that, I had my cock hanging right in front of her face so she could see me getting nice and hard. Time for round two!
She looked like she was about to start to cry, but she was like a rag doll as I pulled her out of the car. I loved it, she was completely submissive now. She was gonna let me do whatever I wanted. And that was good because I wasn't going to ask for permission, that was for damn sure!
I turned her over so she was kneeling on the ground and pushed her face-down into the dirt. I lifted her skirt, exposing the most adorable little ass.
My cockhead stretched her pussy lips open as I commenced to fucking her again, this time doggy style.
I was sliding in and out now, nice and slow. I was gonna take my time now, that was for sure. Poor little pussy was going to be raw when I was done. And I did take my time, ten or fifteen minutes at least. Every time she started sobbing, I told her, "Be quiet now. Be good."
I pulled her arms back and held her wrists as I pounded my hard cock into her sweet, sweet body. Her knees were pressed hard into the grass and dirt. I fucked the girl hard. Big, solid strokes, treating her just like a woman. My balls were whacking up against her ass.
"I'm getting ready sweetheart," I said to her as I grunted. "I'm gonna cum!"
I reared back and slammed in again, "Oh fuck! You little whore!"
A few more shots and I was draining my balls into her fertile body for the second time that evening.
I left my cock inside her, twitching through the final throes of the orgasm, and leaned down and kissed her sweaty face. "You were a good girl," I told her. She just looked up at me, dyed orange hair matted to her face with sweat and tears, and she nodded.
"You're still taking me home, right?" She asked me, almost like this had happened to her before.
Yeah," I said, "I'll take you home.”
I tried to give her a sheepish smile. "You know... it was....pretty good!"
"All right, let's go," I said. I brushed the grass off Shannon's knees and skirt and we got both got dressed. Soon we were back in the car.
We pulled back onto the freeway, and it was only a few more minutes before I pulled up outside her apartment building in Woodridge.
"Thank you….um…. for the ride," she said, in that oh-so-sexy voice.
"Here’s my number. Text me sometime," I said, handing her a small scrap of paper. "Maybe......we can do something again, someday."
"Yeah…..that'd be…cool," she said. She gave me her number too and I entered it into my phone.
"You go get some sleep now," I chided her.
I watched her get out of the car and weave towards the front doors of her building. Her cute little ass wiggled under her plaid skirt. She looked back at me over her shoulder and gave a little wave.
In her drunken condition, I wondered how much of what happened to her tonight she’d even remember by tomorrow. But frankly, I didn’t care. I knew I’d certainly remember! This was the best St. Patrick’s Day I'd ever had!
The End
