It's funny how a fake rumour can destroy person's life. Just a few calendar month ago the snarky and sarcastic punk high school school senior Michelle Jones became a fornicatress. It was intelligence to her, and she didn't know where it started. In to a lesser extent than a workweek, the entire class completely believed that she was sucking and fucking every guy that wanted it, they were certain she was blowing guys behind the school and spreading her legs for cock.

It started as most hearsay do as whispering in the hallways of her high schooling, Midtown School of Science and applied science, before turning into cattish jeers from the more popular girls in the school. She was never very popular herself, her snarky mental attitude and her grating habit of pointing out uncomfortable truths always kept people from getting too close to her. Despite that, she never really was bullied herself, at least she wasn't until she became a slut. That was when the coughing sound of"whore"and ‘ slut'started following her in the mansion house, the men began to eye-fuck her, and the women glared at her. At foremost the acerb teen thought she was just being paranoid, that they weren't talking about her. That lasted until the writing in the girl's toilet, and she couldn't deny it any more.

"Michelle Swallows ”,"Michelle doe Anal ”,"Jones Joneses For tool,"the walls read - and her personal front-runner,"MJ Loves Giving BJs ”. The pressure only got eminent when a flick of her in her bra and panties started being shared in group chats. Oh that made her so mad. She hadn't shared that with anyone - she had meant to stake it to the gonewild subreddit anonymously, but backed out at the stopping point second in fright. Somehow someone had found it and gave it out like candy to everyone she knew. Of line this single film only confirmed to all the people in her course of instruction that all the rumor about MJ were true.

That Michelle Inigo Jones was a massive slut for cock.

It didn't matter that she denied it.

Michelle denying it had about as much effect as you'd think. Men would hit on her, expecting her to breastfeed them off or fuck them. Normally she was one who shrugged off problems, but this was wearing on even the snarky teen ; she was getting more depressed by the day, sure that this would stick with her forever. It even started affecting her score, she was so bothered by it. She thought it was bad then, but it got even worse when she found the website.

She was sitting in her bed trying and failing to do her homework on her laptop when the discordance friend request came. She didn't recognize the name and almost ignored it, but in the end clicked the bear push. When the new contact sent her a liaison in a private message, she clicked it in even to a lesser extent time. It sent her directly to a web site filled with well-photoshopped photos of her getting bed and being covered in cum. Her lip gaped undefendable in surprise at the viciousness of the gossip calling her a cum-guzzling disastrous whore. There were more comments wondering how often she enjoyed getting her ass fucked, and even uncollectible ones commenting on how she deserved what she was getting because she was such a useless cunt that only pretended to be a stuck up toughie. Incredulously, there even was one saying how she fucked five guy wire at the Lapplander time at a party at Liz Toomes'house last year. It wasn't true of row, but all the replies on the scuttlebutt thought it obviously happened.

It was at this point in Michelle's life, the crushing depressing feeling like a weightiness around her neck, that Flash Thompson asked her out. He was racy, he was good-looking enough, and she had the bright trice of an idea to get her out of the spot. If she went out on the date with Flash and kept it prim and priggish, he'd spread Good Book that she was just that - the gross opposite of a strumpet. So she bit back on her natural language and didn't call him by his veridical epithet - Prince Eugene of Savoy - and said yes, she'd go out with him.

So Michelle John Luther Jones did what she'd never thought she'd do ; she got prepare for a date for one the preppy popular male child in her family. She kept it bare and to her fashion with a metal isthmus shirt with a honey oil jacket and baggy pants, while keeping her hair flowing and wavy like it always was. She was in a great climate, indisputable this would work, so she gave Flash a uncommon smile when he picked her up, and kept it on her face.

When Flash turned away from the restaurant they were going to and instead headed to the green overlooking the city and found a secluded point to pull over in, she almost started crying at just how unjust life was being.

Flash gave her that sleezy grin of his as he pulled out his cock from his gasp that certainly cost Thomas More than MJ's stallion outfit. As her hazel-colored eyes stared at the cock that was already hard and twitching eagerly, something inside of her creative thinker just gave up. Every contribution of the last year came crashing down on the stripling, too practically for her to manage any more. Her life up to this peak almost seemed over for her, behind her. This was her life now, if she accepted it. Everything snotty, snarky, and smart just fell away from MJ's heart, and she opened her oral fissure.

"I fucking knew it."

Flash moaned in pleasure as Michelle's hot and wet mouth surrounded his cock. She bobbed her caput up-and-down, working his cock deeper into her mouth. Every fourth dimension the shaft thrust against her pharynx, something died inside of the tinder teen. Every gag from the tip of the cock was a last gasping fight against all of the injustice that had been dealt to her, but that girl was disappearing. He was fucking her facial expression now, thrusting up to meet her question's down bob.

"I knew you weren't anything more than a cocksucking slut."

He was thrusting his peter into her mouth as she drooled around him. photoflash didn't catch insulting her there, he cranked it up. Cumrag. Fuckface. Cockslut. Every thrust into her mouth and every degrading work just broke MJ down further. He was redress, and deep down Michelle was accepting it. This was her future tense, this was everything. All the time she put into being good at schooling, her supererogatory body process in the donnish decathlon, how snarky and bitchy she tried to be, nothing of it mattered. It was all pointless, because of the prick plowing her rima oris. She was goose egg but a slight disastrous cyprian for dick.

"I knew you'd give in you lilliputian bitch. I fucking knew."

Flash's hammer was monumental, stretching her pouty sass, every password of his degrading trinity punctuated by a thrust deeper into her throat.

"You're such a fuckslut, MJ. You were made for this. You were made for cock !"

Michelle Jones was, and she knew it. She wasn't a smart, strong, free-lance woman, she was just a worthless slut. This was a truth that was being burned into her soul as her oral fissure was fucked. After the months of rumors, insults, taunting, after everything she saw of herself on the internet, here she was being facefucked by heartbeat Thompson not even moment after she got picked up.

Flash tightened his hands in her curly dark pilus as the combat and light finally left MJ's eyes. It was at this exact prison term that she truly accepted what she was ... and the exact same time that Flash Thompson came in her mouth.

He exploded in her sassing, his substantial hands never letting her up to dispense with herself from the coming. His cock erupted again and again, the messy cum splattering her glossa, her teeth, the cap of her back talk, and of course of instruction the backrest of her throat. MJ swallowed and swallowed, sure down to the rich component part of her center that this is where cum belonged, where every man deserved to empty their load ; inside of her.

'' Yes ! Fucking Yes ! You pillock cocksucking, cockhungry bitch ! ``

When jiffy finally finished cumming, he relaxed the hands on MJ's wild and curly fuzz. She didn't motility though, didn't retract her oral fissure from his putz. She kept it there, because her lip was made for a prick to be inside of it. She kept her mouthpiece there on his cock, unmoving, until he pulled her facial expression up by her hair and locked oculus with her. His gaze seemed get it on, and there was a fraction of a secondment where Michelle Mother Jones might receive been saved, might have saved her future and repaired the damage that had been dealt to her.

Instead of that mercy, flare Thompson tiff in MJ's face.

"You will never, ever, look as dear as you do sucking cock."

Her center unfocused and cemented the price dealt to her psyche. She was in a shock, sitting upright in the front seat of Flash's mom's car as he opened his side of meat and got out, sticking his promontory 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 loose woman that opened the door of the car and stepped into the night. MJ had just let him fuck her nerve, shove his cock into her once-virginal throat, and swallowed cum for the first meter. Everyone was right, this woman is null more than a cockwhore slut.

By the fourth dimension Flash circled the car to her face, she was still standing there staring off into the aloofness. The smack that struck her pretty face startled her, but didn't really hurt.



"I said get naked. Stop dreaming about my cock and get those slimy clothes off. Ugh, you really are so pillock. All you should be is a hole."

Michelle grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head word, revealing the creamy lightlessness skin of her tum, then thoroughly intermediate buoyant ‘ 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 thing she 'd done while wearing it for geezerhood. It was probably her favorite shirt in the world.

MJ dropped it in the mud, then unbuttoned her pants.

She revealed her longsighted and thin things to Flash as she slid the pant down them, eventually kicking them into the mud with her best-loved shirt. All that was left on her was her white fink and her equalize smuggled bra and lacy underwear.

"roll in the hay hell, look at you. change by reversal around."

His eyes devoured her like a wolf as she rotated on the spot. She heard him appreciatively exhale as he stared. Flash's handwriting were on Michelle's blotto ass then, groping and caressing the two taut cycle globes.

"Your ass. Your ass is your full feature film. You thought it was your brain. Or that ache oral fissure of yours. I bet your parents said it was your grinning. No, you're so fucking stupid and your mouth only looks good wrapped around a cock. I can't even set out to count how many men have fucked this ass. It's definitely the practiced affair about you. You have no teat and are as silent as a rock. Keep going."

The spank came side by side 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 inaugural time, her tit 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 shaft to rape your mouth, to be shoved in your slit, and to ram your ass. For cum to drop off these tits and cover your face. How stupid could you have been to think your life history would be for anything else ? Say it, stupid hussy. Say you have the body of a woman of the street and are made for dick."

MJ's vocalization was void 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 working girl. I am made for dick."

"Damn fucking right."

He stepped tight to her, and nearly slipped on the cumulus of her apparel on the soil. She heard a ripping sound as her favorite shirt tore, but not even that brought a reaction to her expression. When ostentation straightened again, he glared down at the land, then at her.

"Pick that up and throw away that diddley in the trash can over there. A slut like you shouldn't wear pant or shirts anyway. It should be a dress, so any guy can fuck you any time he wants."

Mechanically, MJ bent to nibble up her muddy apparel, 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 movement, trying to commemorate the girl she used to be, who had worn this shirt so a great deal. Before she could cry, she shoved the shirt into the trash.

"Get back over here and get onto the punk, on your spine, 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 torso over it, feeling the cool metallic element against her ass and her back. Her dark nipples were pointed up at the moon. She spread her legs to expose her kitty to Flash, knowing what was to come.

"I've wanted this for years."

When he stood between her thigh his hammer seemed even larger than it had in her lip. 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 put down her. MJ didn't have long to reckon, because it was clip to discover it for real. ostentation rubbed that monolithic putz back and forth over her cunt.

MJ gasped as a jerking of surprise pleasure reached her psyche from his rubbing.

"Yeah, you're a nooky slut. I've always known it, you can't wait for this."

Then his hand guided his cock to her entering. His header 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 senior high, feast naked on the hood of a car.

"You are the everlasting part of sleep together meat."

Then he ripped Michelle's virginity away from her.

MJ screamed as his gumshoe surged into her body on the first of all poke, only to pull back and thrust deeper on the sec. He was moaning his pleasure with every grunting knife 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 comfortableness to her, for it only reinforced her idea that she was just a fiddling cock-hungry slut.

While MJ's war cry and gasps were mixed with pain, Flash's were only of pleasure. MJ's formally virginal cunt crushed his cock and milked him with heavenly allegiance, worshiping the first manly invasion of her body.

"You were made for this, MJ. fuck, how can a slut like you still be this fast ? No wonder everyone wants to eff you ! This is your circumstances, what your life led to !"

flare started to fuck her harder and harder, and soon he was plowing the stallion length of his massive battering cock into her consistency. Every thrust caused her tits to jiggle, her sassing to puff, and her face to contort again. She focused her eye and stared down over her wobbling pap to where jiffy was fucking his cock in-and-out of her cunt. This was heaven. What she saw was better than any Renaissance piece of music of art she had ever seen, better than any fib she had read, undecomposed than anything she had ever experienced. Her cunt was split blanket over the massive cock, pounding her into her rightful space as a strumpet. She was being fucked for the first sentence ever by a guy she didn't even like, not even half an time of day after leaving her house.

How could she be anything but a slovenly woman ?

blink of an eye found her tits for the first of all time then, stroking and pinching and crushing them. Her outcry of pain and attempt to force his manus off her breasts brought his attention to his expression, followed by his swinging hand. Her face twisted to the side as he hit her right hand in the face.

"loose woman don't get to say no to men."

He hit her again and her imagination spun. She was trusted there'd be bruises, even on her dark skin.

"Sluts are for men to use however they want."

She groggily nodded, but that wasn't enough for Flash.

"Say it, you stupid person twat, if you understand it."

"My ... slut body is for men ... to use ... however they want."

He started grabbing, squeezing, and pinching her breasts again. The hurting flared up even worse this time, but she didn't try to bar him. She could sense every in plough into her catgut from below. Flash's piece of tail was frantic now, and the teenager was openly crushing her titty in his hands and squeezing as hard as he could.

"MICHELLE YOU ass SLUT YES, YES, YES ! OH FUCK YES ! HERE IT cum YOU ass BITCHHHHHH !"

Flash Benjamin Thompson's entire trunk stiffened as he came inside of Michelle Casey Jones. MJ felt his burning hot cum flow deep inside her vulnerable and fertile twat. They didn't stay piece of tail, so flare kept pushing his cum where it belonged, right interior of her womb.

It was arcminute before blink of an eye pulled out of MJ. She laid there on the thug of the car that was probably more expensive than her parent's family, more naked than she'd ever been in front of a man, and leaking cum. newsbreak yawned and stretched his dead body before grabbing her ankle and physically pulling from the hood of the car. She crashed into the dirty mud of the park's ground and only gave a small grunt as a reaction. His manpower were in her hairsbreadth again, pulling her up to her genu and her case to his cock.

It looked sleek down and disgusting.

"You know what to do with this, don't you slut ?"

MJ gave a quizzical look at the cock that changed her life, then opened her mouth and started to suck. She was a good slut, after all .