Prologue:
Shelia
Newark, New Jersey 1996
He stood in the door way, drinking in the sight of her. She was sprawled out on the cheap hotel mattress, wearing nothing but her lacy undergarments and a coy smile. Thick red hair tumbled down her rounded shoulders and over her breasts in soft auburn curls. Shelia was a shade thicker then overweight, but her curves were soft and wide and her chest was close to bursting out of her frilly black bra.
By the looks of him, Shelia could tell he was turned on.
'That's right,' She stroked the blankets invitingly.'Younger, smarter, and way more beautiful then that slut girlfriend of yours.'
Randy Marsh really wasn't much to look at, and he really wasn't all that bright either, but he's all she needed to get back at Sharon. How dare that scrawny little cow suggest Sheila lose weight? She'll show her, that little tramp is going to learn not to fuck with this Jewish girl! And if it took sleeping with her dim-witted boyfriend to break her fragile little heart, then so be it.
Nobody messes with S-Woww Tittybang, nobody!
She didn't have to do much to get him into it; Randy was truly a pathetic excuse for a man. Only the promise of a good time and the mere sight of her in a sexy pose was enough to make him hard.
He let his clothes fall to the floor, probably thinking he was the hottest thing in the world, and then he crawled on to the bed with her. She flashed him her sweetest smile as he pushed her thick legs apart and slipped her panties off. He kissed her once on her painted lips and between her thighs.
Shelia murmured words of pleasure, to boost his ego abit.
He kissed her again and licked at the warmth between her legs, on and on until her cunt and that stupid excuse for a moustache were both soaked. After she had her pleasure, Shelia decided that this has gone on long enough.
It was time.
When she gave a soft, inviting moan, Randy climbed over her and thrust himself inside. He exploded almost at once.
'Pathetic, I almost feel sorry for Sharon.' Shelia smiled coyly and brushed some damp black hair out of his sweaty face. 'Almost.'
"I bet Sharon's sweet little pussy isn't as good as mine." She whispered, her voice harsh yet luscious.
He looked into her flaring green eyes, the blissful haze of after-glow gone from his baby-blues. With his softened cock still embedded inside her, Randy Marsh suddenly looked absurdly guilty.
'That's right, Marsh,' Shelia mused to herself. 'You just got Titty-banged!'
A/N: had this story in mind for a long time, and now it's finally here! At first I planned to make it a really long one shot but I doubt anyone would wanna read that so I decided to make it into a chapter story! It's all planned out so I'll probably be able to update regularly. I'll try my best to update as fast as possible.
The POV will change sometimes between Shelia and Gerald, but for the prologue and the next few chapters it will be told from Shelia's point of view. And don't worry, the chapters will be longer then the prologue. None of them will be as short as this one.
Keep in mind that this story is kind of AU so somethings may not be accurate to the show, that's why Sharon and Randy are in jersey (didn't feel like creating OC's)
Happy holidays everyone, this piece of crap is my gift to you!