Losing My Virginity

Mgg(12), necrophilia, shooting, piss.

The evening I lost my virginity was hardly what I imagined. It was in a random alleyway like the one I cut through on my way home from school all those years ago. It wasn’t with my high school crush, Linda Marshall—now Linda Vincent, even though I spent the years after we graduated stalking her on Facebook and even moving to the same city. I lost interest in her, after three kids and poor dieting caused her to lose the athletic physique and turn into a grotesque whale. I was also much older than I would have liked: thirty-five.

The loud and squeaky giggles of schoolgirls reverberated down the alley, as I sat beneath the stairs of a vacant pizza joint. She was on her way; the new girl of my dreams, who replaced Linda a year ago. It was her twelve-year-old daughter, Christina. She was almost a spitting image of her mother before she gained; fiery hair flowing to her lower back, peachy complexion, and narrow waist and hips. She lacked the large and firm tits of her mom, but the lemon-sized buds poking through her pink tank top promised a much fuller bra in a year or so.

Christina spoke; “Did your parents say if I could spend the weekend at your house?”

Her voice, a soft noise which floated on the breeze, sent a wave of euphoria crashing over me. I briefly daydreamed that voice saying “I love you” to me, as Christina laid her head on my chest after making love underneath these steps. Then my face contorted, as I returned to the reality that it would never be like that. It was her fault; if she hadn’t caused her mom to get fat, I would’ve had a relationship like that years ago. It didn’t matter; I would give to her daughter what I never could give to her. Then both of the little bitches would be punished harshly for the misery I felt.

“They said you would need to ask,” the girl walking with her replied.

Christina’s friend—a plucky Indian girl with short black hair and glasses, and messy bangs—was by her side, as she had been for the prior 287 evenings I watched them cut through the alley on the way home from school. Christina referred to her as Ambi or, on occasion, Ambika. Unlike Christina, she was a little pudgy, but not outright fat, and a pair of orange-sized lumps curved firmly beneath her blouse. She was the reason I didn’t rape Christina yet. Although the girl was cute, she wasn’t the one I wanted to be my first, and I felt I couldn’t keep her from running to the police as I raped her friend. That wasn’t going to be an issue this time, I thought to myself as I stroked the 9mm in my lap.

I didn’t want to kill Ambika, and there was a tightening sensation in my stomach when I heard her voice. She didn’t have anything to do with this. ‘‘Why couldn’t you get the flu or something?’’ I sighed and shook my head.

They continued getting closer, chatting about their plans if they could spend the weekend together. I froze in place as their feet fell in front of my hiding spot. I wasn’t going to do it, after all. I would be back here Monday, waiting for them again, because I couldn’t find the balls. Killing a person wasn’t easy. Or was it? Without thinking, as they continued down the alley, I sprang out and raised the gun. Christina looked over her shoulder as I moved, and Ambika started to turn her head to see what her friend was looking at, but it was too late. I pulled the trigger, a hole appeared in the side of Ambika’s head, gushing with blood, as she crumpled to the ground. A damp spot formed in the crotch of her gym shorts as her bladder relaxed itself, and a puddle quickly formed around her pelvis. Christina jumped back and opened her mouth to scream. I rushed her, and grabbed her, one hand pressed tightly over her mouth as she bellowed a muffled scream into my palm, and the other holding the gun against her head.

“Shut up!” I jerked her head up and gazed into her green eyes. Her pupils grew larger and tears welled up as she stared back into my cold blue eyes. “When I take my hand from your mouth you better not scream or yell out. And don’t try to run away, either. You do and I’ll fill that pretty little head of yours with lead. Do you understand?” Christina nodded and the squealing stopped. I let go of her, she stumbled forward and turned to look at me as I trained the gun on on her face.

Her body trembled and she stood in silence, save for the sobbing. I waited to see if she would try running, my finger tight on the trigger, but she simply stood there watching me.

“Good,” I said after a few minutes, “now I want you to remove your panties and lean forward against the wall with your ass sticking out.”

Christina sniffled. “You-you want me to do what?”

“Remove your panties and face that wall,” I repeated.

“Wuh-why? You wan-want to do nasty things to me, don’t you? Please! I don’t wanna be raped!”

“I will make love to you here and now.” I pressed the gun against her forehead. “Even if I have to do it after you die.”

“Don’t kill me! Please! I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t shoot me!”

“Then remove your panties!”

Christina lifted her skirt and stopped for a second, then shook her head. “Please don’t! I’ll let you take a picture of my breasts, if you don’t rape me. Please! My first time is supposed to be in the loving arms of Kevin Whiteside.”

“I’m going to rape you, and your virginity is going to be taken by my dick whether you want to or not.”

She lifted her skirt for a second and grabbed her panties. She started pushing them down, then swung her arm against mine, and nearly caused me to drop the gun, and sprinted towards the end of the alley. I grabbed my weapon before it hit the ground and aimed in her direction. Eight shots rang out, and Christina went down before she could reach the end. I shoved the gun into my pocket and approached her flailing body.

My accuracy left much to be desired, but three of my bullets hit the target; all of them into her upper back. She was coughing up blood making high-pitched and raspy gurgling sounds from her mouth, in an agonized attempt to breath or scream. I turned her over on her back and looked into her contorted face as she glared back at me. The front wasn’t pretty either, with three holes in her chest, showing that the bullets ripped cleanly through.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d shoot you if you ran? I did, didn’t I? You made me ruin that sexy little body of yours, you stupid fucking whore!” She gurgled incoherently, and more blood trickled from her mouth. “Don’t worry your not-so-pretty-anymore head, I’ll still take your virginity before you die. I told you I would be your first, and I don’t think your precious Kevin Whiteside will find you all that attractive the next time he sees you.”

I got down and crawled onto her. She tried to push me away, but I pinned her arms to the ground until she gave up. Then, with a few tugs, I ripped her shirt down the middle, and revealed to myself her flat belly and budding nipples; well, nipple, as the left one was gone, replaced with a blood-dripping hole. ‘‘Damn! My accuracy is a little better than I expected.’’ I moved back, and ran my finger gently down her soft belly until I reached her skirt.

“Now, to get what you didn’t want to give me.”

I lifted her skirt over her stomach, then ripped her panties to shreds; her prepubescent pussy, pink, smooth, and untouched, was exposed to my ravenous eyes. I licked my lips and began to unbuckle my belt. Moments later, after fumbling with my pants, my erect cock sprang out. I leaned over Christina, one hand pinning her shoulder to the ground, and the other guided my cock to her pussy. My penis squeezed into her tight hole; the girl grunted and coughed up another clout of blood as I broke through her hymen.

Christina lifted her arms several times, with increasingly feeble attempts to push me off, as I pushed my hard dick deeper and deeper into her young hole. She screamed weak, gurgling, wails, getting quieter every second. Her body grew weaker, until her only movements were either involuntary twitches or from me pounding her cunt. Her pussy tightened, and a warm liquid poured from her dying cunt, soaking my cock and filling the air with the distinct ammonia smell of piss. Her dying on my cock sent me over the edge, and I let out a long grunt as I sprayed warm cum into her now-cooling vagina. I pulled out, and left a white river dripping from her hole. I opened my eyes and stared into her eyes, now an endless abyss.

I scooped limp body into my arms and carried her back to where her friend laid. I looked down at the dead Indian girl, sprawled out on the ground, her legs open with the piss-soaked crotch looking straight at me. Her eyes, as vacant as Christina’s, looked into the sky, and her mouth hung open permanently. Her death was unfortunate, a punishment for hanging around the wrong person at the wrong time.

“Well,” I muttered, “I suppose it would be even more unfortunate to let such a lovely thing go to waste.”

I placed Christina’s body on the ground. I kicked off my boots and then removed my pants and underwear, tossing them aside. I kneeled down next to Ambika and started ripping her clothes off. I laid her naked body back down, and marveled at the firm round tits and brown, puffy, nipples, and then salivated at the sight of her plump and smooth cunt, glistening in the evening sun.

“So perfect,” I whispered and pulled her face towards mine.

My lips locked were her lips, and I kissed; sucked the remaining breath from her mouth and explored it with my tongue. Then, kissing her dark skin every inch of the way, I moved down her chin and neck, and then puckered my lips around her right nipple. My tongue danced around the tip while I suckled, and then repeated the process with her other breast.

I moved down to her pussy, kissing her belly along the way, until my lips touched her labia. My tongue slipped out and brushed her slit, taking in her bitter sweet flavors. I parted her pussy lips and took a big whiff, then dove in. I licked her hole, sucked and nibbled her clit and labia, until she was completely drenched and I was out of breath. My fingers stretched her hole as much as possible while I licked deeper. When I pulled back, strings of saliva and cunt juice dripped from my mouth.

Satisfied with my first taste of pussy, I mounted her corpse and penetrated her dead virgin pussy. Blood trickled down my shaft as I broke her hymen, but I didn’t care. That amazing sensation built up in my groin, faster than ever—faster than even my time with Christina—and soon I climaxed again; cum filled Ambika’s pussy, as I howled into the sky. When I was finished, I sat back and watched my seed spill from her brown hole. I was satisfied, but not finished.

I removed Christina’s skirt, and placed Ambika’s glasses back on her face, then laid both girls next to each other. I was somewhat immature, so naturally I arranged it so Christina’s index finger was on Ambika’s crotch, and Ambika’s hand was on Christina’s. Then I pulled out my phone and took several photos, from every angle. With that done, I dragged both girls under the stairs.

Hours later, I found their phones amongst their belongings. I transferred the images to their phones and accessed their social media accounts. I uploaded the images, and tagged as many people on their friends list as possible. Police eventually found me around dawn; I was sleeping, using Christina’s body as a pillow, while my dick rested inside of Ambika’s mouth.