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 Cherry Carrie Gets Busted

   This is a fictional work including sexual activity between an adult and
underage girl.  If this material is illegal in your area go away now,
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   I first saw Carrie in a downtown Memphis car wash.  She was working in
the glass enclosure at the end of the line, taking money, making change.  I
couldn't believe how beautiful she was.  Maybe 17 or 18, dirty blond hair -
what I call "skinny hair' - that hung limp and straight, hair with no body
to it.  You know the type, right?  Her hands clean, her nails cut short
without polish.  She wore absolutely no makeup, and her clothes totally hid
her figure...  a loose plaid long sleeve shirt, oversized men's jeans, a
blue handkerchief tied around her neck her only adornment.  And she was
freaking gorgeous.

   "Who's the chick in the cage?" I asked the boy finishing my car.

   "Her?  Hey, man, that's cherry Carrie.  Why?"

   "Pretty girl."

   "Yeah, but don't try getting close to her Her old man'll cut your nuts
off."

   "Cherry Carrie?"

   "Yeah.  Ain't nobody ever been near her.  Her old man keeps a tight
leash."

   I felt an instant challenge.  A beautiful virgin.  I wanted her and I
wanted her bad.  I wanted to bust that pretty cherry hard.

   It took another 4 car washes before I even got anything more than a
"Thank you" out of the girl.  Finally, after damned near stalking her for a
month, I followed her to the local grocery where she was picking up
sandwich makings.

   "Hi!  You're Carrie, aren't you?" She seemed shocked that anyone knew
her name.

   "Ah don't know you, mister.  I ain't allowed to talk to nobody I don't
know."

   "Then how do you get to know me?"

   "You gotta aks mah Daddy, mister.  I gots to go." She scurried out of
the store and almost trotted back to the car wash.  That was my first
semi-glimpse of her body.  From what little I could tell, she had a great
looking ass.  My impression of her intellectual abilities didn't seem to
come up to the standards of her face.  Could I have just found a gorgeous,
simple, country girl?

   I was another few weeks before I met her `daddy' - a tall, rugged
looking man in his late 40's.  He looked like he had probably had a rough
life.  I placed him as maybe a cotton farmer, probably from Mississippi by
the thick accent on him and the girl.  I actually caught his eye as I stood
smoking a cigar waiting for my car.  I'd been watching Carrie out of the
corner of my eye, my cock getting slightly engorged at the thought of doing
her.

   "I seen you here befores, ain't I?"

   "I like a clean car," I replied.  He walked up to me with his hand out
to shake mine.  His grip was firm and cordial.

   "You ain't got an extra of them cigars, do you?" He pronounced `cigar'
more like `see'-gar'.  I tried not to smile but reached into my jacket
pocket and extracted one for him.  He took it appreciatively.

   "Thanks, mister.  Tell you what, you gets a free car wash for that."

   "Not necessary," I replied.  "Glad to share a smoke with you.  You've
got a nice business here.  And you do a good job."

   "We do our best.  Oh, one thing, better always counts your change,
though.  My daughter sometimes makes mistakes.  She don't mean to, just she
ain't too bright."

   "Certainly seems to try.  She's a real pretty girl.  You must be proud
of her." I pressed the point, wondering what his reaction would be.

   "Yeah, been a curse to her and me.  Mostly me.  I done my best to keep
her pure.  Ain't easy.  We hadda move outta Mississippi cause a that.  We
done lived to close to some farm boys down in Nesbit that was determined to
get with her.  I hadda sell my land.  Bought this here business cause I
could keep an eye on her.  Keep her locked up in that cage taking money
whiles I work the line." He looked at me quizzically.  "You from around
here?"

   "Been here about two years.  Lost my wife in a fire over in Arkansas. 
Moved to the city to get away from the reminders.  I'm actually looking for
a wife." "You interested in getting' married, is that it?"

   "Will be if I can find the right girl." I felt the man falling quickly
into my trap.  The farthest thing from my mind was marriage.  The only
thinking I was doing was with the small head and it wanted to bust open his
daughter.  I could tell he was seriously considering something.

   "Tell you what, mister..." He looked me in the eye.  "What did you say
your name was?"

   "Daren.  Daren Rogers."

   "Mines' Frank.  What's you do for a livin?  You gots a good job?" I
wasn't sure what to tell him.  I wasn't about to tell him that I had an
excellent racket going duping suckers out of their money - or in his case,
duping him out of his daughter's cherry.

   "Cotton.  I'm a cotton broker.  I visit..""

   "I knows what cotton brokers do.  Been working with them for years.  You
with Bob Weaver's company?"

   I had no idea what that was.  "Yeah, just started there a few weeks
ago."

   "You know his brother, Fred?"

   "No.  Haven't met him.  Why?"

   "Tell you what, he's a lying son of a bitch.  Glad to know you ain't
close to him.  Watch him.  He'll steal from you."

   I felt I'd dodged a bullet.  "I surely will.  Thanks for the heads up. I
owe you." My car was ready so I said my goodbyes and left, returning three
days later after having found a dirt road to drive over.

   "Hey there, Daren," the old man shouted as I stepped from my caar,
allowing the line of colored men to take possession.  "How you doin'?"

   "Could be better, Frank.  Found a new place to live but havin' no luck
in getting any help to get it cleaned up and put into shape.  You know
anybody?"

   "Tell you what," which seemed to be his favorite expression, "If'n you
wants, you kin take my girl home with you.  She's damned good at cleanin'
and fixin' things up.  About the only thing she's good at.  I'll ask her if
she be willin' to help you."

   I couldn't believe my ears and my cock definitely jumped up at the
thought of getting that gorgeous young thing alone in my just rented piece
of crap apartment.  "She ain't but 16, she ain't bright but she's a good
worker...  might be good wife material if'n you're interested."

   Ah, the seeds I'd planted had taken root.  "Don't know about that,
Frank, but I could sure use the help." I picked the girl up at half past
five and drove towards my place.  She sat scrunched up against the
passenger side door.  She still hadn't said more than two words to me. 
Still wearing the plain shirt, loose jeans and high top sneakers, I
realized that she really was younger than I had thought.

   "How old are you, Carrie?"

   "How you know my name?"

   "Well I guess your Dad told me.  It is Carrie, isn't it?"

   "Ever body calls me cherry Carrie.  You knows why?" I shook my head,
definitely interested in hearing what she was about to tell me.  "It's
cause I ain't never been fucked.  I ain't never had a man." She looked
directly at me.  "Did my Daddy give me to you?  You gonna fuck me?"

   I honestly didn't know what to say.  Did she want me to fuck her or was
she simply scared out of her mind?  "Cherry Carrie, what do you want me to
do?" She shook her head and looked down at her dirty white sneakers.

   "Daddy ain't never let me go off with nobody before.  I guess he be
sayin' it's time for me to get fucked.  You willin?"

   "Is that what you want, Cherry Carrie?" She kept her gaze on her feet
but slowly nodded.  She stuck her finger in the corner of her mouth and
almost chewed on it.

   "Ah guess.  Ah mean, if'n you wants to, I be willin'.  You gotta promise
that you ain't gonna hurt me."

   "I can't promise that, Cherry Carrie.  If you want me to fuck you, you
gotta realize that you gotta do what I say and do everything as quickly as
I say it.  You understand that, don't you?  I'm the man.  You're just the
girl." She was cowering against the door.

   "Yes, sir.  I knows that.  I do what you say."

   "Then start by unbuttoning that shirt.  I gotta see what you got under
there.  Be quick about it." No sooner had I said that than the child's head
popped up and she looked around obviously wondering if anyone but me could
see her but her hands went immediately to the top button and she quickly
had the shirt unbuttoned.  She turned in the seat to face me and held it
open.  Her cheap, white Walmart bra did not impress me.  "Lift that bra up
outta the way so I can see you." She immediately complied.  Her tits were
gorgeous, high, firm, probably about a 34B, the nipples pale pink, round
and erect.

   "Ain't never showed my titties to nobody before in mah life, mister.  Is
they pretty?"

   I reached over and took her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger
and pinched it gently.  My cock wanted desperately to feel them.

   "They are right pretty, Cherry Carrie.  Keep your shirt open until we
got to the house." She obeyed completely.  For the next ten minutes as I
drove to my place, I felt her tits, pinched the nipples, and wanted
desperately to suck them.  At the house, she held the shirt closed as we
dashed to the third floor.  Closing the door behind her, I ordered her,
"Now that that shirt and bra off.  You gonna do some house work with no
shirt on." I wanted to both humiliate her awhile and keep my self
tantalized.  "You got panties on?"

   "Yes, sir.  I always wear underwear."

   "Get them loose jeans off.  You gonna work in just panties." If the bra
had not impressed me, neither did the graying granny panties - but the body
was out of this world.  Pale white, she looked as if she'd never been in
the sun.  I could have put my hands around her waist and touched my fingers
together.  Her hips flared out giving a fuck me invitation.  But it was her
ass and legs that got most of my attention.  Her bubble butt ass needed to
be eaten, her legs were just beginning to get that womanly set of curves,
straight and muscular.  You could tell she'd been raised walking a lot,
probably through the cotton fields of North Mississippi.  But the shoes and
panties had to go.  Granny panties do nothing for me - plus I wanted to see
her pussy.  "No, Cherry Carrie, take off your shoes and panties.  You gonna
be naked." She hesitated.

   "Mister, I ain't never been naked in the daylight before.  I sure ain't
never had nobody ever see me naked, not nobody.  Do I have to?" She hadn't
expected the backhand slap, placed firmly across her left cheek.

   "Don't you talk back to me, girl.  You get all them clothes off and do
it now."

   "Yes, sir," she said as she quickly pushed the loose panties to her
knees.  I was disappointed to see the full bush of light brown hair that
hid the beauty of her cunt.

   "Stand there and let me look at your nakedness." I began the
humiliation. "You look like a whore.  Are you a whore?" She blushed a full
red.

   "No, sir.  I ain't no whore.  I ain't never been with any man."

   "Then why are you standing there naked?  Why you lettin' a man gaze on
your nakedness?  Ain't that somethin' a whore would do?" Silence filled the
air.

   "Sir, Ah's..."

   "Shut up, whore.  I don't want to hear your excuses.  You're a whore."
She whimpered.  "Say it.  Say, yes sir.  I'm a whore." She stood stone
still.  "SAY IT!  Say I'm a whore!"

   In a still little voice, the words came out of her mouth.  "Yes sir. 
I'm a whore."

   "And you like being a whore, don't you?  You want to be naked with men,
don't you?  You want men to fuck you, don't you?  That's what whores do,
don't they?" She stood transfixed, not knowing what to do.  "SAY IT.  SAY
I'M A WHORE AND I WANT MEN TO SEE MY NAKEDNESS AND FUCK ME.  SAY IT!!!"

   In her tiny little voice, the 16 year old virgin said, "I'm a whore and
I wants men to see my nakedness and fuck me." She tried hiding her pussy
behind her hands.

   "Get them hands to your sides.  Don't you ever try to hide your cunt
from me.  You try that again and I'll take my belt to you and beat you like
you never been beat before.  You understand me?"

   Her head bowed, she replied, "Yes, sir."

   "Say I am your whore and you can do anything you want with me.  Say it."

   "I am your whore and you kin do anything your wants to me."

   My cock simply had to get loosed from his confinement.  She glanced up
as she heard the zipper go down.  I think she tried not to watch but her
own intense curiosity got the better of her as I stripped naked before her.
My 8 inches of uncut cock probably scared her.  I moved to her and took her
lithe body in my arms and rubbed myself against her tender flesh.  I wanted
to bust her open.  I wanted to give her the understanding that sex was
rough, that sex hurt, that all she was and could ever hope to be was
nothing but a cunt to be fucked and abused.

   "You want it don't you, whore?  Tell me you want it and want it now."

   "Yes, sir.  I want it."

   I ran my hand between her legs, not surprised to find her sopping wet.
She had accepted that she was a willing and willful whore.  She wanted to
be brutally fucked.  I ran my hands over her body, feeling her armpits, her
neck, wrapping my hands around her throat and lightly choking her, letting
her know who was boss.  "Spread them legs, whore." She complied.  I brought
my knee up quickly, kneeing her in the cunt, catching her as she buckled. I
picked the light child up and carried her to my unmade bed and threw her on
it.  "You gonna get it now, Cherry Carrie."

   My first thrust went deep, busting her open with no ceremony.  She was
no longer Cherry Carrie.

   I made peace with Frank the next day.  He accepted that Carrie was no
longer his, that she and I had been married that morning by a city Justice.
Of course we hadn't.  The papers I gave him I'd photo shopped from examples
off the internet.

   I kept Carrie for almost a year until she was beginning to show.  By
then she was completely happy being a whore.  I left her on a street corner
just off Poplar Avenue near the red-light district.  She'd find her way. 
After all, she was just a whore.