"No, no, no!" Willow exclaimed as she burst through the doors of Morningwood High School just in time to see her bus pull out of the parking lot and leave without her. "Shit!"

This wasn't the first time Willow had missed her bus, and it likely wouldn't be the last. She had spent far too much time adjusting her eyeliner in the mirror she had stuck to her locker door, and it wasn't until the hallways began to thin and quiet that the girl even remembered the school day had ended and she was meant to be going home. Grabbing the last of her things, she slammed her locker door closed behind her and then ran down the hallway and towards the nearest exit in hopes of catching her bus before it left. Her effort, alas, had all been for naught.

I hate having a locker on the second floor, Willow thought to herself as she looked around to see if she recognized any friends or classmates who could potentially give her a ride. School had ended for the day, meaning all the students remaining at Morningwood High School were either there for afterschool activities or well on their way to leaving. Several older students still mingled in the parking lot, lazily making their way to their cars or walking home if they lived nearby, but Willow didn't know any of them well enough to help her out.

"Damn…" Willow finally said, groaning as she resigned herself to waiting by the entrance until one of her parents could pick her up; they were both at work, meaning she is in for quite a long wait. "My life fucking sucks…"

With that, the girl shuffled back over towards the entrance to the school and threw her stuff to the ground before sliding down the brick wall until she was slouching defeatedly on the cold pavement below. A sophomore, Willow identified as 'emo,' though most of her less-cultured classmates tended to simply call her 'goth' or 'punk.' Her clothes reflected her fashion sense: a black-and-blue hoodie pulled over an equally tight black T-shirt, skinny jeans that hugged her ass, and black shoes with neon purple laces. Dark eyeliner emphasized her icy blue eyes and unusually pale skin, and her naturally auburn hair was layered with long, asymmetrical bangs swept to one side. She was a small girl, slender but attractive, and she felt her fashion choices helped her stand out from the rest of her peers, even if they didn't necessarily understand the look she was going for.

With her hood raised over her head and her knees pulled up to her chest, Willow was just about to settle in for a long wait when someone unexpectedly came to her rescue.

"Willow? Did you miss your bus?"

Willow blinked a little bit as she looked up to find Nathan Cubus – the Nathan Cubus – standing in front of her and looking down upon her with a small smile and a quizzical eyebrow raised. Simply seeing the handsome young man was enough to make Willow's heart skip a beat, especially once she realized just how close he was.

Of all the people who could have stopped by and spotted her, why did it have to be him?

As a sophomore, Willow was already well aware of Nathan's reputation as the school's enigmatic playboy, and knew it to be entirely justified; while she was still a virgin herself, two of her close friends had each slept with Nathan at least once, and both of them affirmed the experience had been all but mind-blowing. Ever since, the emo girl had been apprehensive of the young man – perhaps even a little bit afraid – for fear she, too, would fall victim to his mysterious charms. Something about Nathan just seemed wrong somehow, almost unnatural, and she had long ago determined she would not end up as simply another one of his many conquests.

"Oh, uh, yeah, hey, Nathan," Willow stammered once she found her voice, trying to ignore the way her throat had gone bone dry the moment she looked into his handsome eyes. She had been in the same class with Nathan in the past, mostly in electives, and so it wasn't entirely unusual that he was speaking to her, though they clearly weren't close friends. "My fault, as usual. But it's cool. My folks will be here to pick me up…eventually."

Nathan nodded, his small smile becoming instantly more friendly. "You don't have anyone that can give you a ride or anything?"

"No one that's still here," Willow responded with a defeated shrug. "Whatever. Life sucks and then we die, right? I'll be fine."

"Such an optimistic way to look at the world," Nathan stated with a good-natured chuckle, his smile slowly but surely transforming into his usual enigmatic smirk. "Well, maybe life will suck at least a little bit less if you let me give you a ride home."

Willow frowned. "You have a car?"

"Well, technically," Nathan answered jokingly, smirking and readjusting his backpack as it began sliding off his shoulder. "It's a piece of shit, but it gets from point A to point B. What do you say?"

As tempting as the offer was, Willow was naturally hesitant to accept. If she got in a car alone with Nathan Cubus, she told herself, there was no way she would make it back home with her virginity intact. It wasn't even that she wasn't attracted to Nathan – she was, just as every girl at Morningwood was – but it didn't mean she was willing to just throw herself at him and let him do with her as he pleased. Whether he was born a natural charmer with a handsome face or there was something deeper and darker at play, the fact remained that Nathan had a seemingly uncanny ability to convince girls to sleep with him, and that was something Willow told herself she did not want to witness firsthand.

"Thanks, but I'll be okay," she finally responded after thinking over Nathan's offer, doing her best to play it off as though she was simply too cool to accept a ride. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of your evening."

"I don't exactly have anywhere to be, actually, so it's no trouble," Nathan told her, his smirk as present as ever and his posture as easy and stoic. Willow felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked him in the eyes, and knew right away it had nothing to do with the chill in the air. "Come on, let me drive you home. It'll be my good deed for the day."

Damn him, he's good at this, Willow thought to herself as she fought to keep herself from openly frowning. Nathan always seemed to know exactly what to say, as though he could somehow predict ever conversation he would have before it even happened. More to the point, his offer was still very attractive, and may well have been the only way Willow was going to be getting home before the sun set. I'm being silly, anyway. It's not like he's going to seduce me on the drive home, right? I don't even live that far away.

With a sigh, Willow felt herself come to a decision, even as she continued to feel her heart pound warningly in her chest. As much as she didn't trust Nathan Cubus and his playboy reputation, she desperately didn't want to have to spend hours waiting outside the school for her parents to pick her up. It was just one ride, after all; what was the worst that could happen?

"Well…" Willow finally said, dragging it out as though to make it seem as though she was being difficult on Nathan's behalf instead of her own. "Alright. If you're sure it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal at all, don't worry," Nathan assured her with his usual confident smirk, extending a hand so as to help the girl stand back up from her slouching position on the pavement. "I could use the company anyway. You got everything?"

Willow answered in the affirmative and then accepted Nathan's offer of help, shuddering the slightest amount the moment she felt him take her hand in his. It only lasted a moment, though, as he helped pull her back to her feet, and then he was leading the way into the parking lot towards his car. Willow walked right alongside him, maybe a step or two behind, still a little tense despite everything, as though her subconscious half-expected the young man to suddenly grab her and run off. Her state of anxiety lasted all the way until they reached the back of the parking lot, and she finally saw where he was leading her.

"This is your car?" she asked, her eyes widening as she looked at it, a bemused smile twitching along the edges of her lips. "I thought this belonged to a teacher!"

"Afraid not," Nathan responded with a sigh and a small smile of his own. "It's seen better days; I'll give you that."

The car in question was a red Dodge Charger that looked to be from the 1960s, and showed each and every year of its age. While it appeared to be kept in fairly good condition, with very few scratches and, evidently, a working engine, the vehicle nonetheless looked ready to fall apart with the lightest touch. The previously bright red paint was faded and dim, the lights had long ago fogged over and lost their clarity, and there were hints of rust along pretty much every seam of the vehicle. Willow was almost afraid she was going to get tetanus just looking at it.

"I've been trying to keep it serviced as much as I can, but it's crazy expensive," Nathan told her as he unlocked the driver's seat and then pushed down the tab that unlocked the rest of the car. "You wouldn't believe how much prices have gone up since the Sixties."

Willow frowned a little upon hearing Nathan speak as though he had purchased and been driving the car since the 1960s himself, but assumed he was simply referring to the car itself. Perhaps it had been in the family for a while, after all, and had belonged to his parents and grandparents as well? Surely that had to be the explanation; it wasn't as though Nathan was somehow secretly over sixty years old, after all!

Shaking her head to clear herself of such insane thoughts, Willow followed Nathan's lead and opened the passenger side door to get in. The interior of the car looked every bit as old and faded as the exterior, with the leather upholstery so thin it was practically falling off. Willow did her best to ignore it, however – Nathan was offering her a ride, after all, and beggars couldn't be choosers – as she tossed her backpack into the backseat and took her seat next to him.

The Dodge Charger started right up, thankfully, indicating Nathan (or his family) at least kept the car up and running, and soon they were pulling out of the parking lot of the school and on their way. Willow told Nathan her address and he assured her he knew how to get there. After that, they mostly drove in silence, with Nathan primarily paying attention to the road while Willow sat there uncomfortably and looked out of the faded and foggy window as trees and homes and other cars passed them by.

They were about ten minutes into their twenty-minute drive when Nathan finally decided to break the silence. Willow had both seen and felt his eyes on her at least a few times as she looked out the window, telling herself he was simply concerned about why she was so silent, even as her subconscious warned her that he was actually checking her out.

"So, what's the deal, anyway?" the young man asked as he came to a stop in front of a red light, along with all of the other cars on the road. He looked over at Willow as he spoke, a small but questioning smile on his face.

"Deal?" Willow asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned to face him. "What deal?"

"Come on, I know I'm not Honor Roll material, but I'm not an idiot, either," Nathan told her, his smile just as comfortable as always, as though his looks alone could break down Willow's defensive barriers. "You always seem uncomfortable around me. On edge. Almost like you're afraid of me. Was it something I did?"

Willow was thankful for the fact her hood was still raised, then, as she felt her cheeks flush upon hearing Nathan ask her such a thing. While she was never the most outgoing or sociable person, in line with her emo lifestyle, she certainly hadn't mean to appear unfriendly or standoffish. Had her distrust of Nathan really been so obvious.

"I'm not afraid of you," she finally replied after a minute or so, long after the light had finally turned green and they were on their way. She shifted a little, uncomfortably, her skinny jeans suddenly feeling far too tight. "I just…I hear things."

"Gotcha," Nathan said with a knowing smile and a nod as he continued to drive. "Now I know what it is. You've heard the rumors, huh? How I've supposedly slept with practically every girl in the school?"

Willow glared at him from beneath her raised hood. "Except they aren't rumors, are they?"

That seemed to catch Nathan off-guard, and he frowned a little as he felt the younger girl's eyes upon him. His grip on the steering wheel seemed to tighten ever so slightly, as though he wasn't used to having someone call him out.

"I know you slept with my friend Chelsea," Willow told him before he had a chance to interject or defend himself. "In the art room. With brushes and body paint. How you 'cleaned' each other off. She told me everything. She didn't do anything but draw pictures of you for weeks afterward."

"That was fun," Nathan commented briefly, smirking ever so slightly as his eyes seemed to glaze over in memory.

"And I know all about Jane," Willow went on, her glare darkening once she realized Nathan wasn't feeling the least bit chastised, and actually seemed to be enjoying her recounting his experiences with her friends. "I know she gets around, but she never talks about other guys like she talks about you. I know exactly where she's going and what she's doing when she slips out of lunch for a 'few minutes' and then doesn't come back. She's even gotten detention because of you."

"In my defense, I also got detention those times," Nathan pointed out, his smirk decreasing neither in size nor smarminess as he spoke. "And Jane is always in detention. She lives to cause trouble. I can hardly be blamed for that."

"Doesn't mean I should have to hear about it every time you stick your dick in one of my friends," Willow stated bluntly and grumpily. Her cheeks, which had already been flushed, were now bright red and felt hot to the touch. She knew she sounded like little more than an immature brat, but she was angry, damn it, and Nathan only seemed to be egging her on further.

"Okay, now I see what's going on," Nathan suddenly said as he watched the girl seethe next to him with little more than a smirk on his face. "You're jealous, is that it? Jealous you haven't a chance to sleep with me, huh?"

"What? No!" Willow exclaimed disgustedly, all but sticking her tongue out and gagging dramatically as she glared at the young man driving her home. "I'm not jealous, asshole! Maybe I'm just afraid you're going to try to fuck me before I get out of the car!"

Nathan smiled at that, his smirk only growing wider, and the sight of it sent shivers running down Willow's spine. Of all the reactions she had been expecting or hoping for, a smile was most certainly not one of them. Just like with every other conversation or interaction she had with the enigmatic young man, it seemed as though he always knew exactly what to do or what to say to throw her off-guard.

"You've got it all wrong, Willow," Nathan finally said as he flicked on the turn signal and made to turn down an adjoining street. He wasn't even looking at her anymore, but focusing entirely on the road ahead, as though the destination had suddenly changed. "I'm not going to fuck you. You are going to fuck me."

By the time Nathan's words began to sink in, Willow finally noticed that they were no longer on the way to her house, and that Nathan had evidently taken a detour somewhere along the way while she was distracted. Looking around warily, Willow saw the homes and businesses and other cars had disappeared, and they were now driving down a road she had never seen before. The road seemed to lead deeper and deeper into the woods until, finally, it came to an end in front of a decrepit church that looked as though it hadn't seen visitors in years, perhaps even decades. A minute later, Nathan pulled the car right up in front of the church, put it into park, and then turned off the engine.

"What…what is this?" Willow asked as she looked back and forth between Nathan and the church they were parked in front of. She was afraid now, legitimately, and wishing she hadn't left her cellphone in her backpack. "Where are we?"

"Old Church Road," Nathan answered matter-of-factly, unbuckling his seat belt and then pulling the keys out of the ignition to toss them in the cupholder between them. "Don't know the name of the actual church. I come here every now and then when I want some privacy. Jane loves the creepy vibes it gives off. I thought maybe you'd like it, too."

Willow frowned. "That's not what I meant and you know it. What's going on?"

"Just giving you the same choice I gave your friends," Nathan responded with his usual, smarmy smirk as he readjusted his seat so it pulled back farther away from the steering wheel. Then, as Willow watched in shock, he began undoing his pants right in front of her. "If you really do want to fuck me, now's your chance."

With that, Nathan succeeded in opening his pants and then pulling out his dick, revealing it to already be fully erect and all but throbbing with need. It was long, and thick, and pulsed with life as it stood at attention, and the mere sight of it made Willow's throat go dry. She had never seen a man's cock before, not in real life, and she immediately felt herself begin to grow overwhelmed. Merely looking at and being within touching distance of Nathan's exposed penis made her feel uncomfortable and overheated, as though there was both something deeply wrong and deeply desirable about the situation at the same time.

"Wh-what…what is this?" Willow asked again, her voice hoarse due to how dry her throat had become. Her cheeks were bright red and she felt a tinging between her legs as she spoke, all but unable to tear her eyes away from Nathan's swollen cock. "Is this…is this a trick?"

"Not a trick, just a choice," Nathan assured her, even as he took his cock in his hand and began stroking it up and down slowly, his smirk growing a little wider as he watched her eyes follow along. "If you're really interested, like I think you are, then climb on over here and I can give you another kind of ride. If you're not, then just tell me, and I'll drive you home right now. I won't say another word to you and you never have to talk to me again."

Willow's eyes widened, not only at the sheer confidence of the young man whipping his dick out in front of her, but also in response to his proposal. "You…you really mean that?"

"Consent means everything to me," Nathan told her, still stroking his cock up and down and checking out Willow as he began to imagine how she would look and feel with her cunt wrapped around his dick. "Whatever happens next, Willow…it's entirely up to you."

And, despite everything she had been saying and feeling and even thinking up until that point, Willow suddenly found the choice was not an easy one. Yes, she knew Nathan was no doubt manipulating her and peer pressuring her into having sex with him. Yes, she knew he was a pig who seemed to think he was God's gift to girls. And, yes, she knew he was taking advantage of her anger and confusion and the fact she didn't know where she was. She knew all of this and more, as well as the realization that letting Nathan have his way with her now would no doubt only serve to make him more unbearable in the future, potentially dooming yet another girl to his wily charms.

But, unfortunately, none of that seemed to matter right then and there as Willow watched Nathan stroke his cock up and down temptingly, that confident smirk on his face and his hungry eyes upon her as though he had never seen anyone as beautiful as she.

A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through Willow's mind as she felt herself grow hotter and more uncomfortable. Did she really want her first time having sex to be in a car with a boy she barely knew? On the other hand, did she really want to be one of the only girls in Morningwood High School not to experience whatever mind-blowing sex Nathan Cubus had to offer? Did she want to be different and unique, as she so often though she did, or would she simply feel left out and disappointed? Did she want to experience what Chelsea and Jane had experienced, or did she want Nathan to take her home right then and there and hope, truly hope, he would never speak to her again, as he had offered?

In the end, it wasn't even a conscious decision by her mind that sealed Willow's fate, but the way her body was reacting in the moment. She felt overheated and warm, her cheeks flush and her skin slick with sweat. Her throat was dry, but her mouth watered, and her heart beat faster and faster in her chest the longer she watched Nathan stroke his throbbing erection, her cunt already tingling with pleasure as she imagined how it would feel buried to the hilt inside her…

Fuck it!

Without saying a word, or even lowering her hood, Willow unbuckled her seat belt and then leaned down to untie her neon purple shoelaces before kicking off her sneakers and leaving her in her little black socks. A moment later, she was undoing her skinny jeans and then tugging those down her bare and slender legs, along with her panties, doing her best to ignore the wet patch she saw as she shuffled out of them. Then, still fully clothed in her hoodie from the waist up, but entirely naked save for her socks from the waist down, Willow awkwardly began climbing out of the passenger seat and over to the driver's seat, where Nathan waited for her.

The young man had, of course, been watching Willow with great interest the entire time as she undressed before him, and he smirked up at her triumphantly as he helped her take her place above him, straddling his hips with her virgin pussy hovering over his throbbing cock. He took her bare hips in his hand and felt her tight, pale ass beneath his fingers as he held her steady above his dick.

"This is not because I like you," Willow told Nathan, glaring at him even as her pussy all but dripped desire down onto his waiting member. Her hands were on his shoulders, black-painted nails digging into his jacket as she steadied herself above him.

"Not yet, maybe," Nathan replied forebodingly, still smirking irritatingly up at the emo girl as he prepared to impale her upon his cock. "But you will."

Willow gasped, then, as she allowed Nathan to begin lowering onto his dick, the feeling of his swollen cockhead pressing against the tight lips of her virgin pussy already seemingly too much for her to bear. She shuddered as she felt Nathan's hands holding her naked hips, some of his fingers going back far enough to squeeze and grope her pale buttcheeks, and every nerve in her body seemed to tighten and prepare itself as the young man's cock slowly but surely forced its way inside of her, pushing past her virginity until her lips had accepted his entire head.

"Ahhhhh…!" Willow whimpered lightly as Nathan continued to lower her, her eyes closing and her voice little more than a hiss as she felt inch after inch of his throbbing cock push deeper and deeper inside of her. He felt like he was stretching her wide open, forcing her little cunt to take more than it had ever expected, but somehow that only made her want even more still. "Ah! Ah, fuck…!"

By the time Nathan finally bottomed out inside Willow with his exposed balls pressing against her bare ass and his cock buried to the hilt inside of her, the girl was already shuddering with both pain and pleasure, having never before felt anything as strange or as wonderful as having a boy lodged inside her. Her eyes remained closed and she continued to take deep, measured breaths as she gently rocked her hips back and forth, testing to see how she felt with a cock filling up every inch of her womb. Nathan's only response was to flex and thrust up slightly, causing the girl to whimper as she likewise felt someone move inside her for the very first time.

Then, just as Willow was catching her breath and opening her eyes again, Nathan began to slowly lift her back up, his cock stroking the inside of her pussy as he gently but firmly withdrew from inside her…only to then lower her right back down, sheathing himself inside her again and eliciting a whimpering moan from the emo girl. Her cunt tightened around his cock as he began lifting and lowering her more and more, barely moving himself and instead using Willow as little more than a warm and living sleeve for his throbbing dick.

"Oh! Ah! F-Fuck!" Willow began to whimper and moan as she felt Nathan's grip on her naked hips tighten. He lifted her up and down, up and down, pushing and pulling his thick meat in and out of her and somehow setting ever nerve-ending in her body on fire all at the same time. The initial discomfort had largely vanished, leaving nothing but pleasure and a plethora of new sensations to overpower Willow as the young man truly began to fuck her. "Huh! Huh, uh, uh, uh, ughhnnn…!"

As Nathan began picking up the pace, lifting Willow up and down on his cock as her formerly virgin tightened and clenched around him, so too did the girl begin to respond as best she could. Her hips began to buck and roll as she took inch after inch of her lover's cock, her back arching and her entire body shuddering each time Nathan's dick penetrated new depths within her. Soon, she was even lifting herself up and down all on her own, with little help from Nathan, her body having taken complete control of her mind. Her nails dug into Nathan's jacket as she steadied herself atop his thick cock and began riding him greedily and passionately, as though wishing to elicit as much pleasure as possible out of the young man with her own quivering pussy.

Much to her irritation, Nathan had proven himself correct; she really was the one fucking him, moving her body up and down and bucking her hips as best she could as she rode his dick with wild abandon. He barely had to do anything but lay back and enjoy himself as the fifteen-year-old bounced up and down on his dick, pleasuring him as well as herself.

Of course, Nathan Cubus never was one to simply sit back and let things happen, and so he responded to Willow's building excitement by beginning to thrust upwards into her in time with her own movements, matching her bucking hips and plunging deeper and deeper inside of her. The girl continued to groan and moan as she rode him as best she could, clearly inexperienced, but also clearly overwhelmed and willing to do anything she could to prove herself. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh began to echo about the car as Willow slammed down atop Nathan again and again, taking his cock balls-deep each and every time.

"Huh, huh, huh!" Willow moaned, her voice growing louder and louder the harder she rode Nathan, her bare ass bouncing on his lap as she felt inch after inch of his cock slide in and out of her tightening pussy. Her breasts had begun bouncing up and down a little, as well, even confined as they were by her bra, top, and hoodie. "F-Fuck! Mmmm, yeah…!"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone is enjoying herself," Nathan said softly but deviously as he continued thrusting up into the emo girl riding him like he was some kind of wild, bucking stallion. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass as he spoke, taking a cheek in each hand and squeezing roughly, almost possessively, eliciting yet another whimper from the sophomore. "And here I thought you didn't want this…"

"F-Fuck you," Willow hissed as she tightened her grip on the young man and then threw her head back in pleasure, her eyes closing as she felt him plunge deeper and deeper inside her still. She was moving quickly, now, riding up and down as fast as she could, and the friction was burning her alive from the inside out, but in the most delicious way possible. "Just…just shut and keep fucking me…!"

Nathan didn't reply, at least not verbally. Instead, he tightened his grip on Willow's bare ass and did as he was asked by doubling both his speed and his intensity, thrusting up into the girl faster and harder than she had even thought possible. Willow cried out in response, her back arching and her entire body shuddering with pleasure as she felt Nathan finally begin to fuck her properly. Her eyes all but rolled up into the back of her head as she felt her lover's rough and constant pounding forcing him deeper and deeper inside her cunt until she was all but certain the head of his cock was slamming right up against her cervix.

HOOONK!

So powerful was Nathan's upward thrusting that Willow lost her grip on the young man entirely and all but fell backwards onto his steering wheel, her back slamming momentarily against the car horn. Thankfully for both of them, however, there was no one around for miles, and Willow was careful to prop herself up a little by pressing her hands back against the dashboard after that. Regardless, she remained largely laying backwards, even as she rode Nathan with wild and wanton pleasure, bucking her hips and fighting to take each and every inch of his cock. With his hands clutching her ass and his dick slipping and sliding out of her sopping wet pussy, there was little she could do but roll with the punches and take her pounding like a good girl.

Even lost as she was in a fog of pleasure and ecstasy, Willow nonetheless fought to keep her wits about her as Nathan continued to slam into her adolescent pussy with almost bruising intensity. Looking down at herself, now laying back on the steering wheel and leaning away from Nathan as he continued to fuck the living hell out of her, she watched as his fat cock disappeared in and out of her body, creating a small but noticeable bulge in her abdomen every time he buried himself inside her. The sight alone sent shivers running down Willow's spine, and she bit her lip to hold back further moans, though the tears in her eyes were as sure a sign as ever that she was teetering on the edge.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" Willow whimpered helplessly as she watched Nathan's cock disappear into her again and again, stretching her little body and tearing her cunt wide open in the most wonderful way possible. She was breathing hard now, bucking wildly and roughly, her eyes glued to the sight of the young man thrusting into her "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Ahnnn!"

Willow was so focused on watching Nathan pound her little pussy that she almost didn't notice when she felt one of his hands release her ass and then reach up to yank down her hood. She gasped as she felt her hood fall, revealing her amber hair and eyeshadow and otherwise pale but beautiful features. Even as she bucked wildly and fought to take Nathan as deep as she could, she looked at him questioningly, wondering why he would take the time to lower the hood.

"There's nothing sexier than watching a girl as she cums for the first time," he explained to her with a smirk, not even waiting for her to ask her question in the first place. With one hand still tightly squeezing her buttocks, the tips of his fingers even pressing against her little asshole, he places the other on Willow's cheek, cupping her face almost romantically.

There were a thousand thoughts racing through Willow's mind as she found herself nuzzling affectionately into Nathan's hand – chief among them how he knew what she was going to ask and how or why he thought she was about to cum – but all of them were suddenly blown right out of her head as Nathan's powerful thrusts began striking just the right spot inside of her, again and again, throwing her body into hyperdrive and all but knocking her unconscious. Every muscle in the girl's body seemed to tighten all at once as she felt the first orgasm of her young life completely overwhelm her, sending literally shocks running up and down her spine.

How did he know…?

"Ahhhnnn…!" Willow moaned loudly, her voice petering out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she rode Nathan all the way through her orgasm. Her entire body shook and shuddered as she felt wave after wave of pleasure come crashing down upon her, and not one did Nathan stop thrusting inside of her.

HOOONK!

Nathan merely smiled as he watched Willow writhe about in his lap, her arms failing her as she fell backwards onto the steering wheel again, momentarily slamming against the car horn before his constant thrusting forced her back to arch again. Her legs shook and squirmed, and he could even feel her bare ass tighten and clench as he gripped it tightly, her orgasm literally overwhelming her even as he continued to fuck the life out of her.

When Willow at last began to emerge from out of her world of bliss, she found she was still riding Nathan as best she could, her hips bucking wantonly as though demanding he give her more pleasure still. She felt soaked, covered in sweat from head to toe, and the way Nathan continued to slam into her sensitive little pussy made even breathing difficult, as though he was somehow penetrating all the way up past her stomach and into her very lungs.

"C-Cum in me…" she whimpered once she found her voice, nuzzling once again to Nathan's hand as he cupped her cheek. She was still rolling her hips, pushing herself back down at her lover as he thrust up into her, as though begging for his seed. "Please, Nathan. Please…"

"Is that what you want?" Nathan asked, his voice heavy with lust and his eyes almost gleaming with hunger as he sat in the driver's seat and continued to ravish Willow's tight, young cunt as though it belonged to him personally. His one hand tightened on her ass, holding her steady as he pounded into her harder and faster still. "You want my cum, Willow? Is that it?"

"Y-Yes!" Willow exclaimed, all but out of breath, leaning further into Nathan's touch and then even taking his thumb into her mouth, sucking it gently as though pretending it was somehow his cock. She bucked and rolled and all but threw herself at him, begging for every drop he could give. "Cum in me, Nathan! Please! Cum in my pussy! I want to feel your cum in my pussy…!"

And, never one to disappoint, that's exactly what Nathan did. Gripping the girl by the ass so tightly she was practically in pain, and with his cock slamming into her with bruising speed and intensity, he finally allowed himself to give in to the building pleasure just as Willow had done only moments before. The young man closed his eyes and all but gritted his teeth together as he buried himself to the hilt inside the emo girl riding him like a wanton slut and then exploded inside of her.

Willow whimpered as she felt Nathan finally ejaculate inside of her, having never before felt such a thing. She shuddered as load after load of his hot cream splattered inside her, flooding her young womb and filling her to the very brim. It was strange, and a little uncomfortable, but also incredibly arousing, and Willow was surprised to find she rather liked the sensation of a boy emptying himself inside of her and filling her bruised pussy with his hot and heavy seed.

By the time Nathan finally stop cumming inside Willow, she felt full to bursting, with his spunk leaking out around her cuntlips as they were spread open by the fat cock buried inside her. She groaned a little as she leaned back, even playfully rolling her hips a little to ride Nathan's softening cock as she felt his balls pressed against her bare ass.

"Holy shit…" she said once she had enough air in her lungs to do so, wearily lifting her head so she could look down at where Nathan was still buried inside her, watching as some of his cum dripped from her plugged pussy and down along onto him, what with his cock still buried to the hilt inside of her. "Okay. I'll admit it. That was…really good. But I still think you're an asshole."

Nathan laughed at that, not cruelly, even going so far as to thrust up into Willow lightly and then smirking when she whimpered in response, her tender pussy still remarkably sensitive. "Fair enough, I guess."

"But…" Willow began after a moment's thought. She didn't finish, but instead leaned back into Nathan's palm as he cupped her cheek and once again took his thumb in her mouth, sucking on it gently and, she hoped, seductively.

"But…?" Nathan egged her on.

"But…" she continued after releasing Nathan's thumb from her mouth, "I guess I wouldn't mind if you could give me another ride home next week. And maybe every week after that."

"It would be my genuine pleasure," Nathan told her, his smirk returning as he felt her grind against him, as though she was ready to go again. "A ride for a ride. I could get used to this."