Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Detroit
|Introduction: Horny guy finds a pretty, unconsious, teen, behind the wheel of her crashed car, and takes advantage of the situation.|
by Emerson Laken-Palmer
It was a rainy spring night as I drove home from the Nighthawk dance club.
I had danced a few fast ones with a couple of girls tonight but, as usual, didn’t hit it off with any or have a girl to take home or waiting when I got there.
In fact, in my 20 years on Earth I had never even come close to getting laid, my whole sexual life being occasional, quick groping and make-out sessions with a chubby or homely girl here and there. But, so far, I had never fully dipped my wick into a real, live, pretty female.
As I drove along in the night, I realized that the rain had stopped but the lonely, shortcut road was still wet and slick. I turned the windshield wipers off and stared ahead into the night, thinking of nothing but how my cock ached and yearned to be satisfied into something better than my own fist.
What was wrong with me? I asked myself. I had a car and a job. I wasn’t rich and I did still live with my parents. But I wasn’t advertising that fact to the girls I met.
I wasn’t such a bad looking guy. I was no muscle-man. I was tall and thin with brown hair and eyes. Some say I look like a young version of George Harrison. But he wasn’t the most popular Beatle, was he?
Well, apparently neither was I... the most popular, I thought, through the slight buzz of the many drinks I had consumed tonight.
God, I wanted a girlfriend! I so NEEDED one to hold and kiss and... let’s face it... fuck. But again I had struck out and was driving home alone.
Straining my eyes into the darkness, I was aware of how desolate this stretch of road really was at this time of night. I hadn’t seen even one car coming the other way since I turned off of the main road about ten miles back. There were no streetlights or any lights from any houses nearby. I figured it was because this area was mostly farmland and woods until you came to near town.
Suddenly a yellow warning sign with a black, right pointing arrow, appeared dead ahead. I had to brake hard and turn the wheel sharp to the right to make the abrupt turn in the road. After that, my heart still racing, I saw the red tail-lights and the double white beams of headlights shining into the woods about five-hundred yards ahead.
It was a car and it looked like it had swerved, after the curve, skidded on the gravel shoulder and impacted into a small tree at the other side of a shallow ditch.
Slowing down, I pulled over to just behind the light blue Chevrolet Impala sedan, looking for signs of anyone inside.
The car looked empty but, as I could see from the wisp of exhaust from the tailpipe, it was still running.
I was nobody’s idea of a hero and the thought of someone hiding behind a seemingly distressed car and jumping out to rob me crossed my mind as I sat there for a time, just looking at the vehicle and its rear window.
With no sign of anything for a while, I decided to step out and investigate, turning my car off but leaving the headlights on for safety and illumination.
Grabbing the flashlight from the glove compartment, I opened the door and got out.
The night air was cool but not cold. It must have been in the upper 60’s as I walked cautiously toward the car, hearing the sounds of the engine idling and the loose gravel crunching beneath my shoes.
As I reached the side of the car I shined the light into the back window and could see that the back seat was empty.
Moving slowly to the driver’s door and looking in I wasn’t sure what I was seeing. There was someone inside but the window was a bit fogged so all I could tell was that the person wasn’t sitting upright in the seat.
I took hold of the door latch and pulled. The car door opened and I could now plainly see a female. A girl laying to her side toward the far door, wearing a red plaid skirt and a white blouse. Her bare legs, exposed to mid thigh, were clad in just white ankle socks and jogging shoes.
Shining my light downward, I could see a deep patch of bruise at her swollen left knee centered by a mean-looking gash that had trailed blood, down her shin to her sock. From the odd, tilted angle of her shoe, under the brake peddle, it was evident that her left ankle was broken.
Afraid that the girl was dead I hesitantly reached to her side and took hold of her small, left hand, lifting it from where it rested on the curve of her hip. It was warm to the touch and I noticed that the nails of her slender fingers were trimmed short and unpainted and that she wore a little, silver ring on her third finger depicting a cross in a silver heart with the words “True Love Waits” etched on the band.
Not knowing exactly what to do, I just held her hand and looked at her for a few long moments and then reached to her right shoulder and pulled her body upright into a sitting position, behind the wheel, on the upholstered bench seat.
I almost expected a moan or a squeal or something but she was utterly silent as I tugged and handled her pliant body.
I could see her long, blonde hair now as it draped her lolling head and I pushed her head back to the headrest and used my fingertips to gently stroke her hair to the sides of her face.
I was struck with what a pretty face it was. This girl had soft, angel-like features from the pinkish pillows of her slightly parted lips to her pert little nose. Her cheeks looked soft and blushed and free of any blemishes and her eyes, under the light-brown eyebrows, were closed but her lashes were black and long. I could tell that she wore no make-up. She didn’t need any. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. Much too young, I thought, to be out driving alone on a night like this.
Carefully brushing back her bangs, I could see a dark-purple, golf-ball sized lump at the right side of her forehead and, as I watched, a thick, crimson drop of blood appeared at her right nostril and started to drip slowly down to her upper lip.
I reached for the hanky in my back pocket and dabbed at the blood to stop it. After a few blots against her nose it seemed to subside.
Looking down into the neckline of her modest blouse, I could see the cleavage of her breasts in the lace-frilled cups of her white bra and, above that, a small silver cross, with a crucified Jesus on it, hanging from a thin, shiny chain around her neck.
Reaching down, I placed my hand to her chest, just above that exposed cleavage and felt the warm softness of her skin there. I could feel the lacy frill of her bra against the edge of my hand and the extreme suppleness of the swells of her breasts. I could also detect the faint beating of her heart below her breastbone.
Well, she was alive at least.
But what was I to do? I wondered, stepping back and looking down and then up the dark, desolate road. I didn’t know first aid. I should call the police or an ambulance, I reasoned, but there wasn’t a telephone for miles of here.
Should I drive her to a hospital? They’d know what to do and take care of her there.
But where WAS a hospital? Glenville was the next big town... maybe fifteen miles up the road. They must have a hospital there and, at the very least, a police station.
Should I carry her to my car and take her there? By the looks of her, she couldn’t weigh more than 110 pounds or so. But, I wondered, would it damage her more to move her?
I didn’t know.
Maybe, I reasoned, I should check her for more injury before I attempt to move her? There may be broken bones that I wasn’t aware of.
Leaning back to her, I squeezed up and down both of her limp arms and then her upper legs, over the soft material of her skirt, avoiding contact with her bloodied, injured knee. I then placed my left hand over her lower chest, below her right breast to feel her ribs there. I couldn’t detect any breaks as I felt slowly upward until I came to her bra. I used my other hand to check her left side and felt her ribs up and down there and even felt, around her thin body, to her warm back.
I realized that I really didn’t know what I was feeling for but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of those breasts.
Maybe, I thought, just FEELING her chest wasn’t enough. I should LOOK there to check for any signs of injury or bruising.
Quickly, I undid the pearly buttons of her silken blouse from top to bottom and pulled it open to fully expose her upper stomach and chest to me.
I saw no sign of any bruises as I looked her up and down from the waistband of her skirt up to her lacy bra. But my eyes were still drawn to those supple-looking breasts.
Maybe those were injured, I told myself. And how would I know unless I looked?
My hands now shaking for some reason, I took hold of the bottoms of both the frilly cups of her delicate bra and pulled them up over the two, fleshy, perky globes of girl-flesh.
They were beautiful. Two pale and perfect mounds, tipped with pink, protruding nipples over puffy, smallish, conical areolas.
I took one in each hand now and gave her a good, long, luxurious breast exam, finding them to be soft but firm and hot to the touch. I could feel my cock go instantly stiff in the confines of my jeans and shorts as I fondled and squeezed them for many moments.
They seemed fine. Nothing wrong with them at all, I told myself, as I took both of her supple nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and pinched them lightly.
Looking to her face for any change of expression, caused by what I was doing to her, I noticed the trickle of blood coming out of her right nostril again and let go of her breasts and quickly snatched my hanky to blot over her lip and press against the side of her nose again.
Maybe, I reasoned, I should lay her on her back to stop her nose-bleed? That’s what I always did when I got one.
Taking her by the shoulders, I twisted her in my direction and then took her by her right knee and pulled her ass toward the open door so that she was sitting right in front of me at the edge of the bench seat. Then I eased her upper body back until she was laying with her legs splayed out of the car door in front of me.
Looking down, I could see her plaid skirt had ridden up almost to the tops of her thick, supple-looking, thighs, exposing them and most of her pale, bare legs to my view.
I stepped back a few feet and stooped in order to see up her skirt to the white strip of the crotch of her panties. The lace and the frill trim told me that she must have selected this pair to perfectly match her bra.
It was quite a sight and it made the breath catch in my throat and my hard cock start to throb in my pants.
Here I was, never having sex in my whole life and now I was looking at a beautiful, perfect specimen of lovely teenaged girl, legs apart and displayed right before me, ready for the taking.
I looked left and right, up and down the vacant, dark road again and saw that there was still no sign of anyone coming.
Stepping to the open door of the car I reached down to the hem of her skirt and hiked it up her lower body, exposing her bikini panties and the flesh of her flat stomach to my view.
The sight made me swoon. This girl had very evident feminine curves to her waistline, hips and thighs.
Laying askew and disheveled as she was, with her long, sexy legs hanging down out of the open car door, the mound of Venus, at the apex of her lacy panties, was very pronounced and alluring. I couldn’t take my eyes off of that spot, just above where the hidden lips of her pussy would be.
My cock was extremely hard and aching with yearning and my mind was reeling with a myriad of nasty, sexual thoughts. But what WAS I thinking? How could I even allow myself to imagine what was going through my mind at a time like this? This girl was unconscious. This girl was injured. This girl was frail and totally vulnerable.
This girl was also very sexy and luscious and young and beautiful. And, in her present state, this girl wasn’t going to see or feel or even be aware of anything that was happening to her.
My penis was urgently telling me that this girl could right now be used for the long denied, extreme, forbidden pleasure that I had never had the opportunity to experience.
NO, I told myself, looking down at her young, curvaceous, unconscious body, laying and ready for me on the car-seat. No! I can’t do what I’m thinking about doing. I CAN’T!
But, I told myself, hadn’t I just been thinking about and yearning for sex with a pretty, young girl like this one? And then a turn of a corner on a dark road and here she is?
Was it providence?
No! I told myself as I stared at that alluring jut at the crotch of her panties and knocked my fists against the sides of my head in resolute rejection of the evil ideas my loins were coming up with.
I had to gather her up and take her to a hospital, I told myself, bending to her.
But, I reasoned, why not just touch her there... where you were looking... just a little? Nobody will ever know.
I didn’t even hesitate. The palm of my hand went right to that soft, firm mound at her crotch covered by that silken lace and frill as my fingers trailed around to press into the extreme, spongy softness of her hidden pussy-lips.
Oh God! It was so warm and thrilling, touching her there at her most intimate and feminine place.
I gripped her crotch for a long while, allowing my hand to wander and roam between her thick, spread, warm thighs.
It was so sexually luxurious and my cock was now beyond hard and throbbing. It was now almost painfully yearning for this sexual opportunity.
Stop this, I told myself, and take her to a hospital.
But when would I ever have this one-in-a-million chance again?
Stop and take her, my brain repeated.
But I’ve gone this far, I reasoned, why not, at the very least, take advantage of the situation and just look at what I was touching before I take her for help?
I removed my hand from her pussy and gingerly placed my hands to the curves of either side of her hips, grasping the waistband of her bikini panties.
Watching as I pulled them downward, I was struck with how this girl’s thighs and hips were so much wider than her thin waist, making it a real tug to pull her panties over them. As I stared down and tugged, the actual flesh of her lower stomach was revealed to me and I was thrilled as the soft-appearing, perfect, dark triangle of her patch of pubic hair came into view.
Not taking my eyes off of her exposed pussy, I bent further to pull her panties from under the supple cushions of her butt-cheeks and then down her pliant legs and shins. Bending further, I lifted her right foot from the lacy leg band, letting the silky garment now just dangle from her left, white shoe.
Bent this way, my face was only a couple inches from her pussy and I could detect an inciting aroma in my nostrils. It was the same girlish aroma I had sniffed from my fingers after a grope session with one of those chubby girls from my past. But this scent was much softer and far more alluring and teasing to my senses.
Standing up, I put my hand back to her pussy and used my middle finger to deftly separate the soft hair and find the indention between her pad-like labia.
She wasn’t exactly soaked with wetness like the porn stories always say girls are. In fact her pussy had only a slightly oily slickness within the heat of her gash and I fingered her there, at the hood of her clit, for a few moments, before bringing my finger to my nose and deeply sniffing.
Great good God almighty! The sweet, heady, slightly fishy, thrillingly sensual fragrance of her female sex made me swoon as my eyes closed in extreme yearning and lust for this girl.
I put my hand back to her pussy to finger her some more but, just as my fingertip found and entered the hot, moist opening that I knew to be her vagina, I looked up, past her exposed breasts, to her angelically pretty and seemingly sleeping face and stopped.
You can’t do this, I told myself. You just can’t. Don’t!
Okay, I replied to my nagging brain, my finger still inside of her.
There must be another way to go about this and get what I want.
Withdrawing my hand from her and standing, I looked up at her pretty, peaceful face once again and decided what to do.
I would pull up her panties, pull her bra down over her breasts, button her blouse and then pick her up and carry her carefully to my car. Then I would drive her to the nearest town and take her into a hospital. They would then take care of her injuries and bring her back to consciousness and she would soon recover.
Once she was better, I told myself, she would surely ask who rescued her and I would be summoned to her hospital room where she would thank me and hug me and kiss me in gratitude with those full, pert lips of hers and we would become boyfriend and girlfriend and (once out of the hospital) she would decide to thank me fully by giving herself to me and I would fuck and fuck her silly and have a wonderful orgasm inside of her clinging, hugging curvy body and who knows where it would go from there?
That’s what I was going to do and that was that, I told myself resolutely, reaching for her now to start covering her up.
But then, I thought to myself, what if she DIDN’T call for me? Or (more likely) what if she DID call for me and saw me and, like all of the pretty girls in this world, rejected me and spurned me and told me, “Thanks a lot Mark, but get away from me!”
How could I take that kind of rejection from her after all I did for her?
I probably wouldn’t get any pussy from her at all and I wanted it (and her) so badly and I needed it so much.
No. I couldn’t leave this decision up to her. I couldn’t trust her. This was MY chance to finally have some sex.
Reaching to my belt, I undid the buckle and then unsnapped and unzipped my pants, pulling them and my jockeys down so that my engorged, rigid cock stood erect and free, its eight inches bobbing from my loins in the breeze of the evening air.
Stepping to her, I moved her right leg farther apart from her left so I could stand between her open thighs. With me standing and her laying back on the car-seat, my loins and her crotch were lined up perfectly. All it would take was a thrust into her and I’d be in sexual heaven.
Holding my cock in my hand, I guided it to the cleft between her hair-covered pussy-lips and worked the bulbous head up and down in her warm moistness.
It felt sexually thrilling beyond anything I had ever felt and I could distinctly detect the hot opening of her vagina as my super-sensitive glans rubbed thrillingly past it. I guided myself right to that spot and rubbed and pressed in there to fuck it.
But, as much as I pushed and as hard as I was, it just wouldn’t go in. Looking down, I could see my cock almost bending with my effort and her pad-like lips pressing inward with my forward lurches but her opening just seemed to be too small and there wasn’t enough lubrication to overcome my size.
Pulling back, I dropped to my knees so that my face was at her crotch. I’d heard of this practice before but, so far, had never done it. I put my mouth to her pussy and, thrilling to that alluring, spicy, sexual aroma there, I gingerly pushed my tongue into her sex. Then, licking up and down in her, I found the bump of the rubbery hood of her clitoris and thrilled to the tart but pleasant flavor there. Licking downward, I came to the hot opening of her vagina and pushed my tongue deeply into her very sex. It was a sweeter flavor now and I could detect all the folds and soft petals of her inner pussy as I continued to explore and lick. After a time she seemed to become much slicker from both my wet tongue and the nectar her opening was now producing on its own. I pulled my head back and stood again, my chin wet and my cock raging with lustful fury.
I again guided my yearning penis to her, finding her pussy to be far wetter now and more luxurious feeling as I wet my oversensitive dickhead in her warm, female furrow. As I found and pressed into her vagina now, I felt my cock gaining slow, slick entry but I could plainly detect some elastic obstruction, just inside, as I tried to push myself fully into her. Looking down, I could see that I was about an inch in the girl but could go no further. I girded myself, grasping the curves of both her soft, warm hips in my hands and pulling her toward me as I pressed my cock firmly inward. It worked. I felt that thing within her opening stretch around my sensitive head and then gently snap away as I suddenly sank another inch into the supreme, hot tightness of her sexual passage. I had to pull back hard and push in very slowly and firmly to overcome the resistance of her extremely tight vagina. It took many of these slow, firm, outward and inward efforts before I was finally fully inside of her and my pubic bone was pressed against that down-covered Venus mound and my hips were touching her warm, spread inner thighs.
Oh, it felt so wonderful with my cock wetly gripped motionless and just baking in her inner heat for a time, allowing me to get used to the extreme sexual sensations that I was feeling inside of her. Then, still holding her at the flare of her hips, and looking up at her angel-like face, framed by its halo of long, blonde hair, I began to slowly and deeply fuck her.
It was just sexual bliss as I reached up and squeezed one of her tits and worked my shaft inside her. This girl’s pussy was tightly gripping my cock from my loins to deep within her belly, generating sublime sexual sensations that I can’t even properly describe and, as I continued to fuck, she became moister inside and soon I could fuck her faster and deeper and with more urgency. I could see her upper body and shoulders rocking, on the car-seat, to each of my hard thrusts into her and feel and hear my hips loudly slapping against her supple inner thighs and my pelvic bone impacting against the jut of her pussy mound.
There was no way I could last long in this perfect female’s body and soon I felt the impending rapture of climax start to overtake me and, as I re-grasped the curves at her hips tightly and quickened my strokes inside her, I began to cum and cum strongly and ecstatically, ejaculating streams of my built-up supply of semen deep into her sexy lower torso.
I pushed in as deep as I could go, tilted my head back and screamed out in the electric grip of my thrilling, explosive orgasm until its energy was used up and I had totally drained all of my sex into hers.
Afterward, I couldn’t move and just stood for a long while tightly joined to her like a knotted dog. But, as my cock began to shrink and my panting finally subsided, I slowly pulled myself out, looking down to see my shaft-head emerge from the pink flower of her lewdly open vagina, followed by a huge emission of my thick and runny cum mixed with blood from what was left of the torn, thin membrane at her stretched sexual opening.
My cock was wet with those fluids as I stuffed it back into my pants and pulled and zipped them up, quickly fastening my belt as I looked down at the sperm and blood still oozing out of her pussy.
I must have pumped a quart into her and it was still flowing out and making a mess of the seat and the doorway of the car.
I bent down and quickly put the leg opening of her panties over her right shoe and then pulled them up her legs and pushed the waistband up and over her thighs and ass and hips until I had them askew but reasonably back on her. Then I pulled the hem of her plaid skirt down more modestly over her thighs and reached up to her lacy bra to pull it back down over her pert breasts and then buttoned her blouse.
I had abandoned the idea of taking her to a hospital now. Her pussy was so full of sperm that it looked like a horse had cum in her and I knew that there’d be questions for me and trouble.
Taking her by the shins, I bent and maneuvered her legs back into the car and then pushed her butt back on the seat, pulling her up into a sitting position. I then closed the car-door and walked away.
Getting back into my Camaro, I sped quickly from the scene and drove the short distance to my town of Fenton where I stopped at a payphone, outside a truck-stop, to call the police.
With a shaky voice I told them about the accident and where the girl and the car could be found, hanging up when the officer said that he was sending an ambulance right away and asked me where I was and what was my name.
Getting home I was shaky and nervous about the whole situation and I pulled off all my clothes and fell into my bed, my mind a worried blur but my cock shriveled and fully satisfied.
The next day started surprisingly well with my mom making pancakes and sausage for breakfast and me having an appetite for them. I helped my dad with some yard-work before lunch and then we went into town and picked up some needed items at the hardware.
The whole day though, my thoughts kept returning to that girl and how pretty she was and what I did with her. I was alternately scared that I might somehow be found out, upset at what I had done, or horny at the memory of how sexy she looked and how tight her pussy was and how fantastic it felt to cum inside her. I was also glad that I had helped her by telling the authorities where she was. Maybe a lesser guy would have just left her for someone else to find.
All thoughts of her were gone from my mind by the time Mom started on dinner and Dad sat down, as he always did, to read the evening paper. I was on the couch and my dad was sitting in his recliner reading when I noticed that girl’s picture was on the front page. I sat up and craned my neck at the paper in his hands and could see that it was her alright and that she was smiling brightly for the camera. They must have found her and she’s okay, I told myself, as I stood and walked to the chair for a closer view. It looked now more like her high school yearbook picture and I snatched the paper from my dad, ignoring his protests as I quickly read what was written was under the photo:
Kimber Lynn Mullins, age 16, of Glenville, died early
this morning, the result of injuries she sustained when
her car left Rural Route 9 and struck a tree, near the
town of Fenton, late last night.
Kimber was a Junior at Glenville High School and very
popular with her fellow students who are all in shock
and disbelief today.
Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Mullins, made no
statement as they hurriedly left the hospital this
morning but were visibly shaken and overcome with grief
at their loss, as were Kimber’s brother, 19-year-old
Patrick, and sister, 11-year-old Katie.
“Kimber was an honor roll student and a cheerleader,”
Principle John Lund told The Daily News, “and very act-
ive in school clubs and activities. She was a very
sweet girl and everyone here (faculty and students
alike) just loved her,” he went on. “She always had a
smile for everyone and was so joyful and full of life.
This is tragic.”
Principle Lund announced that classes would be can-
celled on Monday but grief councilors would be avail-
able for students and teachers in need and he expected
there would be many of them.
Close friend and fellow student Donna Evans stated,
“Kimber was a friend to everyone whether you were pop-
ular or not. If you had a problem, you went to her. Her
whole life was just spent helping people. She loved
volunteering to work with special needs kids and wanted
to go into nursing after High School. I don’t understand
how this could have happened to her,” she went on, chok-
ing back tears, ”Kimber was just an angel sent from
Father Joseph Dyer of St. John’s Church, where Kimber
regularly attended services, told The Daily News, “Kim-
ber was a very devout, Christian young lady. She was a
member of the church choir and had a beautiful, angelic
voice. She was very excited about going to El Salvador,
this summer, to do God’s work as a missionary. I don’t
think you could have found a more beautiful, loving girl
on the face of this Earth. This whole community will
miss her dearly.”
Doctor Robert Davis of Glenville Hospital told The
Daily News that Kimber died of a subdural hematoma that
could have been easily treated had she gotten to the
hospital just a half hour earlier.
Funeral arrangements will be made at the Westcott Fun-
eral Home with services, at St. John’s Church, this Wed-
Police say they are looking for the person who alert-
ed them regarding the accident, telling The Daily News
that there are “suspicious circumstances” involved in
the pretty teen’s death.
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