("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Bonnie Jean by Aquarius (address withheld) *** A young girl's first time with her older cousin's husband's friend after the wedding and then the days that follow with a couple older boys and finally with the same man again. (Mmf, ped, 1st, inc) *** I. Bonnie Jean was feeling the excitement and anticipation of the occasion of her cousin, Anna's wedding. It was less than three days away – Saturday. Family and friends were arriving from out of state for the wedding; this promised to be the biggest event of the decade for the family. The groom's family had already arrived, along with several friends, the best man and others; Anna's wedding had been a much-anticipated event for the family: no expense was being spared for this special occasion. Bonne and another cousin, Katie, both thirteen was to be the flower girls. Bonnie stood in front of the mirror in her room holding up the long antebellum Southern style maroon satin and cream lace off-the- shoulder gown to herself; wearing just the sheer lace panty she imagined how she would look in the gown on Saturday afternoon. The maroon enhanced the emerald shade of her eyes and copper shade of her long dark silken hair; the gown's deep scoop front would show her nice petite full firm young breasts; the low back was nearly to her waist. Every girl in the wedding party had matching gowns, necklaces, shoes, antebellum style hats, clutch bags, and lingerie. All the girls had matching sheer maroon lace bikini panties and lace garter belts with dark ultra-sheer stockings, also as an added touch, matching silk and lace garters for their right legs; matching high heel sandal shoes, and elbow length opera gloves. She couldn't wait until Saturday afternoon for the wed ding and the chance to put the on dress, the shoes and gloves. Thursday afternoon when everyone began to arrive and the family was in a festive party mood, she met Phil, one of the groom's friends who would be in the wedding party. At first Bonnie was shy as she stood back watching him. As her friends said of boys, or even older men they were attracted to: She liked what she saw. Phil was tall, dark eyed, wavy hair, athletic type. Bonnie felt a certain thrill when Phil took notice of her and sat with her and talked to her that evening. Phil made her feel relaxed and like one of the older girls there; this was the first time that a man gave her this kind of attention. During the evening she would get him drinks and snacks. Later during the evening whenever she crossed the crowded room, Bonnie glanced back at Phil; his eyes had a deep searching gaze. The moment that she glanced back, it felt as if he were using his eyes to undress her, that he was molesting her with his eyes that was the first time Bonnie ever felt that a man was mentally molesting her. A heat washed through the girl giving her a strange feeling that she had never experienced before. Later as they sat together, they began holding hands, Phil put his arm around her; no one gave it any thought, they were too interested in their own conversations and Anne to notice Phil was showing an interest in Bonnie; he had become infatuated with the young girl. However, Phil was gently, with light touches stroking Bonnie's long silken copper hair, the effect of his fingers gliding through her long silken hair sent a thrill of delight through her. The feel of Phil's fingers stroking her hair and sliding his hand across her shoulders sent a comforting feeling through her that soothed her; she moved closer inviting him to continue caressing her hair and back. Phil savored the feel of the young girl's satin smooth skin and the feel of her hair. His male hood was stiff and hard. He knew by the time the wedding was over on Saturday he'd have this young girl in bed and there was no doubt he would take her childhood virginity. The young girl was all but sitting on his lap as he gently caressed her back and neck; she softly moaned with the feel of his hands brushing across her shoulders. Friday was the day of preparation and there was something for everyone to do to prepare for Saturday. Bonnie found herself in the company of Phil as he drove her around on errands; she enjoyed his attention as she felt herself becoming taken by him. She slid across the seat to sit beside him as he drove across town to a shop to pick-up more material for the bows and flowers. She was wearing short cutoff jeans and sandals. At a traffic light, Phil laid his hand on her leg just above the knee. She glanced down at his hand on her leg but only smiled letting him put his hand on her leg; she wished she had a boyfriend who did that to her. At the next light, Phil noticing that Bonnie did not become offended by his gesture casually slid his hand up her leg. He slid his hand along her legs until the light changed; Bonnie glanced down watching as Phil slid his hand along her thighs, slipping his hand between them almost touching her pussy. The effect sent a wave of tingling warmth through her; she could not help but allow a pleasing smile that was not lost on him. As Phil withdrew his hand the girl felt an uncomfortable moistness between her legs. She didn't realize it at the time but Phil's caressing her thighs caused her childhood juices to seep in anticipation of what a man could do to her for the first time. That night when she finally got into bed she had vivid images of Phil making out with her, she hugged her pillow kissing it, imaging Phil kissing her; warmth filled her as she felt the first tingling of her childhood, her childhood juices seeped wetting her again as she moaned with the pleasurable feeling. She slipped a hand down between her legs to feel the moistness, rubbing herself she made more of the juices seep on to her panty. Although she had not yet been allowed out alone with a boy, her close friends had already had affairs with older men, but to the young girl this was all new to her. She often imaged herself on a romantic date with a couple older boys at school who she was interested in. Later Saturday morning Bonnie along with the other girls in the party had late sessions with the beauticians. Saturday after the luncheon her mother finally permitted her to put on the gown as they prepared for the wedding that would take place at two and the photo shoots at three. The ceremony took place with precision; everything was in place at the proper time, Anne's mother wanted to faint with joy when it was over. During the photo session, Bonnie saw Phil watching her, his eyes were constantly on her, again his eyes seemed to be undressing her; a warm pleasing sensation filled her; her face flushed with her excitement, she felt as if she were doing this just for his pleasure. II The evening of the reception, which was held at one of the big hotels, Bonnie was elated that she was seated at a table with Phil. Throughout the evening she was delighted that Phil was dancing with her. As they sat together he put his arm about her shoulders and stroked her long dark silken hair. The feel of his hands on her was making her feel good. Bonnie sat close to him the whole evening letting him touch her, kiss her, and give her the attention she craved from an older man; she almost could not get enough of Phil's attention at times. No one around them seemed to be giving any attention to what Phil was doing with Bonnie. As the evening progressed, and Phil held her close, her body pressed close to his, she felt the slight bulge at his hips pressed against her as they danced close; his hand about the small of her back, he slipped his fingertips under the waist band at her back. Lifting her eyes, she noticed that Phil seemed to be looking down the front of her gown at the fine delightful form of her little breasts. Something stirred in her giving her a feeling of unexplained excitement that she was pleasing to an older man. She watched her cousin Katie enjoying herself too with an older boy from the groom's family who Katie was also taken by. Throughout the evening the boy was kissing Katie and holding her close, their bodies pressed against each other, she watched as his hands seemed to be all over Katie's body; just as Phil was doing to her at times. Bonnie knew this would be a weekend she would always remember. However, during the evening Bonnie never realized that Phil was adding small amounts of whiskey to her sodas. She was feeling light headed and giggly, but she was happy that Phil would occasionally kiss her and whisper things to her. She blushed but was too enchanted to realize what he was doing. Then the moment came when the bride and groom would leave. The throwing of the bouquet and the taking off of the bride's garter brought the festivities to a close late that night. As the groom took Anna's garter off, Bonnie watched with delight as he slid his hands up her right leg. She felt a stirring as she watched the groom lifting Anna's pristine white lace gown higher up her slender legs; she could only imagine then what it must feel like to let a man do that to her, the feel of his strong firm hands sliding along her leg then the tingling feel of him slipping the garter off. Then she remembered the garter she wore on her right leg. The momentary thought of letting Phil slide his hands up under her gown to take the garter off her sent a warm trill through her. As Bonnie danced a final dance with Phil, they held each other close, her head resting against his chest, she watched as her mother left with Larry, one of her bachelor uncles. During the evening's festivities she noticed her mother dancing with him almost all evening; especially that her mother danced the slow ones close to Larry, her head on his chest his hands along her back. Then a few minutes later, her father was leaving with one of the younger girl cousins who could not have been more than a couple years older than her. She wondered what that was all about. She had never seen that before. After a moment as people were leaving Phil took Bonnie by the arm, they collected their things from where they had sat during the party, and he led her toward an elevator. Bonnie did not realize what Phil was doing, taking her onto the elevator; the whiskey he had slipped in her soda had made her just drunken enough that she wasn't aware Phil was taking her to his room. Bonnie willingly went with Phil, he was the only one she knew since most of the family had already left and the other girls from the bridal party were leaving with the guys they had been paired with for the wedding. They were the only ones on the elevator. Phil slipped his arm around her holding her close he kissed and nibbled at the Eros spots on her neck: the girl sighed with the erotic feeling Phil was giving her. The sensations coursed through the girl as Phil slid a hand over the firm gentle rise of a breast. Phil mused: Damned she is so nice... nice and desirable. Damned what I'd like to do to her tonight. Looking down the front of her gown to the nice sight of her nice small firm breasts, he grinned with lust and desire for the girl; the little nipples erect and begging to be kissed and sucked. When they reached the spacious room, Phil closed the door and locked it. Bonnie heard the click of the lock and turned as he took her in his arms to kiss her. He slid his hand down along her back to her waist, slipping his fingers under the gown's waistband at her back. Bonnie noticed a large silver bucket with a white linen towel wrapped about it with a green bottle in ice and glasses on the table near the windows. Phil led her to a chair at the table. Sitting her in the chair, he took his jacket and tie off then took the bottle from the bucket of ice, showing her the label, Champaign. He popped the cork from the bottle and poured her a glass of Champaign. They toasted and drank two glasses. He kissed her with passion as they sipped the Champaign slipping his tongue into her inviting mouth. Bonnie sighed with the feeling of letting Phil kiss her so much and the feel of his hands moving over her young body. This is what she dreamt about last night, letting Phil make passionate love to her in a romantic setting. As they parted for the moment, getting her breath back she said in a soft quivering voice: "I–I've never done anything like this before..." "Ssssh," he said brushing back the long silken curls of her dark copper hair gazing longingly with lust and desire into her emerald eyes, "there's a first time for everything my little one. There's even a first for love and passion." Bonnie felt a smile fill her angelic face as Phil leaned down to kiss her again. "Do – do you love me then, Phil?" Phil nodded his head. "Yes." He loved her young virgin body. However, Phil's love was more lust and desire for a young girl than passion. Phil took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. He sat Bonnie on the edge of the bed then knelt in front of her. She watched him through the haze of the drinks she'd had now. A tingling warmth filled Bonnie with a heat as Phil knelt in front of her, a stirring in her made Bonnie feel excited that a man would do these things to her. Phil gazed up into her green flexed eyes, his eyes roved over the subtle form of her young body. He liked what he saw. Bonnie watched him as he placed his hands on her ankles; the feel of his hands touching her nylon clad legs sent a tingling up her. Her resolve slowly melted as his hands slid up her legs slowly lifting the gown past her knees, and then to her thighs and the silk and lace garter at her thigh and the satin garter straps holding up her hosiery. When Phil first met Bonnie Jean, he liked what he saw. She was a young innocent girl who wanted to be grown up in the worst way. Bonnie was not the most beautiful little girl but she was also the most desirable. In a way, he considered her a cute little fox; she was all girl and more than willing to please an older man. That weekend of the parties and festivities she was at his beck and call, she would willingly do anything for him that he wanted. His hard thick virile malehood was aching for the relief of a little girl's nice tight young pussy and the feel of her virginity. He gazed down the front of Bonnie's gown at times during the evening the little rosebud nipples were hard and erect, tenting the fine satin fabric. As they danced, he held her close feeling the full firm swell of her fine little breasts against his chest. Phil smiled approvingly up at the girl gently caressing her calves, gently and slowly, not rushing her, he was enjoying watching her reaction as she sat back on the bed letting him caress her legs. Bonnie held her breath, watching as he lifted the gown up to her hips in folds of satin, lace and cream crinoline. The feeling sent shivers of anticipation up her back as she watched Phil slowly lifting the gown until he reached his first goal, the satin and lace garter on her leg. Then with slow deft movement of his hands taking hold of the band of lace and silk he slid the garter down her leg then slipped it up his right arm. Phil held the gown up to see the little sheer maroon nylon lace bikini panty and matching garter belt. His cock ached with the need for relief as he looked at the fine little panty and the soft shadow of her thatch of fine dark shade of downy hair between her legs. Standing, Phil moved on to the bed beside Bonnie; taking her in his arms he laid her back on the bed. Bonnie looked up at the man who was to become her first lover with a sense of longing and desire. The girl's long fine red silken hair lay back about her small head like a burnished halo. Her arms were laid back above her head, the full-length opera gloves added to Bonnie's sensuousness and willingness. Phil gazed down in to her green flexed eyes seeing a girl willing to let him have his way with her that night; Bonnie was willing to let him make a woman child of her. Bonnie gazed longingly in to Phil's eyes as he slid a hand along her side then to the firm gentle rise of her nice small full breasts. The little nipples were erect and rigid, pressing against the satin bodice of the gown. The tempo of her breathing quickened as Phil cupped the little breast in a firm hand; his fingers fondled the erect little rose bud nipple pinching it through the satin fabric bring a soft moan of delight from the little girl. "Be gentle, Phil... please," she whispered in a voice mixed with the fear and awe of her first time. "I – I don't know what to do... I've never done this before..." "Sssh," he said kissing her as he slipped his hand inside the bodice. "Nothing to fear, my little love. Just don't resist, just give in and be willing is all, you'll enjoy this as we make love tonight. Would you like me to make a woman of you tonight?" "Will you make love to me, Phil? I'll be yours... I'll do whatever you want..." "Yes, sweet heart. I'll make passionate love to you..." Making passionate love was what Bonnie wanted to hear from him. She was willing to give herself and her virginity to him that night. Holding her on her back Phil drew the top down from her breasts; sighs of anticipation escaped her lips. With gentle subtle gestures Phil fondled Bonnie's little breasts, he kissed her in all the right places bringing sighs and soft moans of delight from her. He kissed her down her breasts, taking his pleasure with each little pert dusky rose bud nipple, her breasts swelled with her arousal. As he nibbled and licked the little nipples, Phil left little dark love marks on her breasts and places only she would see them later. Phil moved his hand down to her waist and then under the gown, gathering it up along her legs, again to caress her silken smooth thighs, drawing his hand back up to her hips. He nibbled and sucked at her nipples, then the round firm form of her breast, enjoying the sighs and moans from the little girl as he caressed and stroked the slender form of her legs and thighs. Bonnie drew in a breath as she felt the firmness of Phil's hand on her as he slipped it between her legs. This had never happened to her before. This was the first time a man had touched her like this. Until that night she could only imagine in her dreams what it would be like to give in to a man and let him have his way with her. She felt his hand pushing between her legs, the strong fingertips pressing firmly into the sheer silk lace against her virgin childhood. Then he began to caress her pulsing little pussy with firm gentle gestures, caressing her virgin pussy, the silk rubbing against her pulsing virgin clit sent a thrill of delight through her; Bonnie felt the first throes of her arousal as Phil caressed and fondled her virginity. Bonnie sighed with contentment as she let Phil have his way with her. She felt her hips begin to move in rhythm with his stroking gestures. Phil sucked and licked and kissed Bonnie's little breasts and back along the tender length of her neck to her ears. He was kissing and licking in all the right places as he fondled and caressed her virgin cherry pussy. Bonnie's hips rose and fell with the caressing strokes of his fingers on her pussy and clit. He could sense that she was close to her first virgin orgasm; the first wetness of her childhood juices seeped from her pulsing little pussy. The young girl moaned with the sensuous feeling as Phil brought every nerve alive in her young body. The strong yet gentle touch of Phil's hand gliding over her body sent waves of ecstasy through her. "Oh yes, Phil... oh I've never felt like this before..." "Sssh, sweet heart, sssh, just relax my sweet heart and enjoy what I am doing..." Smiling with his pleasure, Phil wanted to make this moment last for Bonnie. He knew how to make young girls crave the sensational feeling of their first time. Bonnie wasn't the first young teen-age girl he'd seduced and she wouldn't the last. He had a desire for young girls like Bonnie and had a magic way with them they craved. Stopping, Phil just held his fingers against her pulsing little pussy as it throbbed with her arousal, pressing firmly for a moment, then held his hand there enjoying the look of ecstasy in her young green-flecked eyes. Bonnie was enjoying this splendid new experience. Bonnie felt the firm pressure of Phil's fingers pressing against her pulsing pussy. After a moment Bonnie began moving her hips, rubbing her pussy against his hand wanting to feel his fingers caressing her virgin childhood. Bonnie's virgin childhood juices wet her as Phil fondled her pussy, his fingers pressing the silk against her pulsing virgin clit the movement of her hips made his fingers brush firmly against her swollen virgin clit. Phil grinned with delight as Bonnie shifted her hips moving them to give herself pleasure; he delighted in her virgin wetness as she sighed with the momentary relief of her juices. He began to caress her a little more, firmly pressing the silk panty against her pussy; Bonnie sighed loudly with the erotic pleasure it was giving her. Bonnie thrust her hips, her childhood juices seeped as she savored the feel of Phil's finger pressing into her virginity. Bonnie thrust her hips with vigorous motions against Phil's fingers. Waves of heat washed over her in a tide of strange feelings she had never experienced before brought her to a level of arousal that sent her tumbling over the edge in a climax, she finally cried out with her first male induced orgasm. "Aaaaah, Phil... Ohhhh, yes!" Phil smiled with pleasure as Bonnie's first virgin orgasm soaked her panty and his fingers. Then Phil drew his hand back up to the waistband of the little panty. Bonnie felt the tears of her fear and wonder trickling down her face as she let Phil have his way with her for the first time. Phil deftly slipped his fingers under the waistband and down to the moistness of her childhood, her downy thatch of virgin hair was wet with her relief. She moved her hips with the gestures and caressing of Phil's fingers. "Ooooh, yes, yess, oh, please, Phil...Please... be gentle with me, please..." she begged him as she felt his fingers caress her little virgin childhood. Then Phil slipped his finger into her throbbing wet pussy, she was nice and wet, savoring her virgin tightness made it feel good as he caressed her pussy probing the little love hole. Slipping his finger in just a bit Phil began to gently finger fuck the virgin tightness of her little childhood. Phil gently, with firm strokes began to probe a little deeper fingering the virgin sweetness of Bonnie's childhood. Bonnie moaned with the erotic pleasure of Phil's finger touching and caressing her childhood. Phil's virile masculine malehood ached it was so hard; it was almost as hard as a steel rod. Bonnie's little pussy was silken wet with her childhood juices; the wetness made it easy for Phil to slip his finger into the little girl's nice and sweet pussy, penetrating her now for the first time. Bonnie gasped with surprise as Phil began to penetrate her virgin childhood with his finger. He gently caressed it as he went deeper, stroking and caressing her throbbing little childhood. Bonnie gasped as she felt Phil's finger inside her touch her virgin cherry, that gossamer thin membrane that kept her virgin. Phil gently probed Bonnie's cherry; tears flowed down her cheeks as he continued to finger the girl's cherry until she felt the surge and then the erotic release of her male induced orgasm juices. She cried out with a second pleasing release of her virgin juices. Bonnie's little childhood pussy throbbed with her excitement and arousal as Phil fingered her, his finger gently moving in and out of her with deft strokes that made her moan with the pleasure of her first time. She had never dreamt this would happen to her quiet this way. She was beginning to realize the enjoyment in letting a man have his way with her as Phil finger fucked her. He took his time bringing her to another orgasm. She looked up at the sheer grin of male pleasure on his face as he caressed her pulsing clit. Phil was enjoying this moment of male pleasure he was having with a little girl. With a gasp and moan, Bonnie thrust her hips in rapid motion as she reached her first multiple-orgasm. She felt exhausted and emotionally drained as Phil slipped his hand out from her panty and then loosening the garters, he reached up again, grasping the waistband, he pulled the little panty down from her slender girlish hips. Bonnie realized as she felt him pulling her panty down, that she was vulnerable to him that he was going to make a woman of her that night. Slipping the little wisp of lace from her, Phil tossed it aside as he made Bonnie spread her legs for him. Phil drew in a quick breath as he glimpsed that pretty little pussy, the downy soft thatch of hair glistened in the pale lamplight with her juices. Phil kissed her from her mouth and neck then over the firm swell of her breasts, nibbling the nubs of her hard little nipples, then slowly down to the perfect plane of her stomach, then he kissed and licked the wedge of her downy hair between her legs, her pussy throbbed with the wetness of her juices. He slid his tongue down to Bonnie's pulsing little childhood pussy, her juices seeping as he ravaged her clit and pussy with his tongue, molesting her as she moaned with the erotic please as Phil used her for his malehood gratification. Phil slowly with sensuous movements of his tongue slid it up and down her throbbing pussy, molesting her clit, as the girl squirmed and cried with the erotic sensations of her clit being orally molested. Phil grinned with male pleasure and satisfaction sliding his tongue back down then probing her, ravaging her until she had another orgasm. Bonnie thrust her hips with the motions of Phil's tongue raping her clit. She cried with the sensation of the penetration of Phil's tongue, the feeling finally brought her to a climatic orgasm, her childhood juices surged on to his tongue, the feeling of her juices seemed to flow for long moments until she felt as if he had used her. Then Phil, satisfied with his pleasure he had in taking the girl stood up to loosen his pants. His malehood ached it was so hard with the need of little Bonnie's childhood pussy he nearly lost his load then. Bonnie gasped as Phil loosened his pants; his hard thick virile malehood was big and thick as a steel rod. He softly moaned with the pain of his aching malehood. Phil quickly lowered himself on to her: "Ssh, don't resist, honey, just be willing and give in now. You'll enjoy it more that way... tomorrow morning you'll be a woman child..." He was now on top of her, his malehood touching and probing her virginity; the little girl gasped at the feel of a man's malehood being rubbed up and down her virgin pussy for the first time. The girl was just right for Phil, her little pussy was nice and wet and ready for his pleasure. Bonnie gasped as Phil's malehood touched and probed her pulsing childhood. A shuddering sob of panic caught in her throat; with a deft thrust of his hips, Phil penetrated the little girl's nice small tight, throbbing childhood. With a cry of the stinging pain, Bonnie thrust her hips to meet Phil's. She cried out as she felt the head of his malehood touch and probe her virgin cherry. Phil stopped short of raping Bonnie's virgin cherry. He held back ever so slightly letting her become used to the feel of his malehood inside her nice and tight little cherry pussy for the first time. He did not want to force her just yet. He wanted her to become used to the feeling of a man taking her, sliding in to her wet virgin tightness for the first time. He moved in and out with slight gestures of his strong waspish hips with precise thrusts; Bonnie felt the stirring and warmth of her juices as they seeped from her with Phil's malehood inside her now. Her gasps became moans of pleasure as she realized she was enjoying the feeling of letting a man have her body for his pleasure for the first time. When he knew Bonnie was ready with a strong hard thrust, Phil took Bonnie's virgin childhood, popping that gossamer thin tissue; she cried out in shock as Phil forced his malehood deep into her. Then with skillful thrusts, he began fucking Bonnie; her little pussy throbbed with the sensations of her first time; a man was fucking her and she was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to her; her young slender girlish hips rose and fell with his cock as he thrust in to her with rapid strokes. Within a few moments Bonnie felt the warm surge of her juices flowing, gasping with the pleasurable release, she felt it again as she gave in to the enjoyment of another orgasm. "Aaahh -- Ooooh, oooo, Phil, yessss...!" "My little Miss Nice and Tight," he whispered to her as his hips moved up and down with the rhythm of a trip hammer, thrusting his steel rod hard cock into her childhood. "You're enjoying this now, aren't you?" Bonnie moved her head as she gazed up at her lover through her tears of joy and happiness. "Yes," she gasped, as she wrapped her arms about his neck. "I want to be your girl, Phil." "You are," he told her, her gasps and moans coming in rhythm to his fucking her. III Soon after the reception, the various couples went off in different directions. It was a few days later that Bonnie learned she wasn't the only girl from the wedding party to have been seduced and taken by a man that night. The Best Man, Paul took the Maid of Honor, Anna's young sixteen-year old cousin Sally up to his room where he seduced her and had his way with her. Within a short time, Paul had Sally across the bed, her gown pulled up and her little bikini panty off; Sally was too drunk on wine and Champaign to realize what he was doing before he forcefully penetrated her virginity; Paul drove his hard thick virile malehood into her virgin childhood raping Sally's virginity. The two Brides Maids Susan and Sarah, both fifteen and sixteen were taken to Motels by the guys they were with where they were seduced and raped; and little Katie, Bonnie's little thirteen year-old cousin was taken out by Tom, the guy she had been with; Tom found a secluded place outside of town to park where he had his way with Katie and raped her. Meanwhile, Bonnie's mother spent the night with Uncle Larry who had his way with her, fucking her until she was too exhausted to have another orgasm; her father had his way with a young eighteen year old cousin taking her to a motel where he seduced and raped her, taking her virginity. Phil thrust deep and hard in to Bonnie's tight little childhood as she reached another multiple orgasm. Bonnie began to feel the sensations of ecstasy as Phil brought her to another orgasm. Then with a hard thrust, he drove his malehood into her and with a groan, he finally let go releasing his thick creamy male juices in long thick ropes of cum in to Bonnie's tight little childhood. Bonnie cried out again as she came with Phil, his thick cream surging into her virgin pussy. It was early morning, just the first gray streaks of dawn at the hotel room windows when Bonnie awoke beside Phil. Phil slid his hands along her young body, kissing her down to her childhood, then made her spread her legs once more for him. "It's dawn my little angle," he told her as he forced his hard thick malehood into her little pussy one more time to have his way with the girl. "You're a woman child this morning." Bonnie moaned with the feel of Phil's steel hard thick cock thrusting into her again. Phil had taken her twice more that night – he fucked Bonnie twice that night and now a third time. After he finished with her the first time he had her take the gown off and they got into a Jacuzzi where he fucked her again as they soaked in the big tub. Then, as they were drying off and he gave her a sensuous full-body rub down. The feeling of his hands moving over her young body, soothed and relaxed her and then made her feel good and began to turn her on. Phil moved her on to her back, he spread her legs, her little pussy once more vulnerable to him; he kissed her from her neck over the swell of her breasts, nibbling her nipples and renewing the little dark love marks on her breasts. Then he moved down to her waist and then her hips. He paused to kiss and lick and caress her waist and then down to the fine silken wedge of hair between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with her excitement as she felt his mouth moving down to her warm wet pussy, her juices flowing with her anticipation that he was about to lick and suck her childhood again. Then Bonnie felt the thrilling sensation as she moaned, the tempo of her breathing coming in gasps as his tongue licked and probed her, his tongue was literally ravaging her childhood clit until she gasped and then let a shuddering moan with the sudden release of her juices, her juices flowed on to his tongue in a warm stream of her childhood cream. Phil continued licking and sucking, Bonnie's slender little hips rose and fell in rapid succession with his tongue ravaging and raping her. She came again. Phil moved back up onto Bonnie then lowered himself on to her to forcefully take her and fuck her again. As Phil fucked her in the early twilight, he said with a leering grin: "After this, my little angle, whenever I call, you'll come, you understand?" Bonnie nodded her head as she gasped, Phil drove his hard thick male hood into her; the sensations of being fucked during the night made her feel the need for a man. Phil made a young woman of a girl that night and this is what she wanted it to be like now. Despite the experience, the girl was sore from being fucked by Phil that night. He assured her the pain of her first time would go away and after that she would enjoy what he would do to her the next time they met. IV Bonnie got in the house and upstairs just ahead of her parents getting home. She had the gown off and hung up in the closet when she heard first one then the other arrive. She wanted to take another shower, she took one at the hotel with Phil but she felt the need to take another. She pulled her robe on and just opened the door to her room when she heard them in the living room talking – she knew both were still drunk and still hung-over. Bonnie still felt the effects of the of the alcohol that Phil had spiked her sodas with; which was how Phil was able to so easily take her and used her for his pleasure. "Have a nice time?" her mother asked her father in a sultry tone, as she dropped her shawl on to a chair. She was wearing a sleeveless lavender dress with a low cut bodice that showed a nice amount of her breast. Her father muttered a few slurred words as he took his wife in his arms. "How about you? Was he good?" Bonnie was shocked at what she heard. It sounded like this was all planned. "Mmmm, he was okay. I bet you enjoyed her – her first time, eh?" "Mmmm, like the first time we did it. Remember?" "How can I forget? A girl never forgets her first time." Bonnie crept from her room to the top of the stairs to look down to the living room. She watched in awe and wonder as her parents stood in the middle of the living room to kiss, her father kissing and nibbling at her mother's neck as he slipped the dress strap from a shoulder to kiss her feeling her up; his free hand grasping her back he pulled her tightly to him, she gasped with passion as she felt the thickness of his engorged cock pressed against her waist. Her mother was breathing deeply as her husband fondled her back. Gathering the soft material of the dress up until he could put his hand under her dress, he lightly caressed her pussy bringing another soft moan from her. Her mother grasped his arms as she pressed herself against him, rubbing her pussy against his hand and hard thick cock. Bonnie could only imagine what her father was doing to her mother to make her swoon and move her hips back and forth against her father the way she did. Bonnie had never seen her parents doing anything like this before; it was all new to the girl. "Take me, Dean," the woman moaned in a husky tone: "take me... I'm still yours..." Bonnie watched now as her father pulled her mother over to the sofa, laid her down, her fine auburn hair spread out over the pillow; gathering the dress to her hips, he deftly pulled the little black bikini panty off tossing it aside, then loosened his pants freeing his engorged hard thick cock. Her mother lightly gasped as he lowered himself on to her penetrating her then with deft thrusts of his hips he drove his cock in to her. She moaned with the penetration then he began fucking her in long hard strokes, the woman moaning as he went deep in to with each thrust. "Better than what he had done to you, eh?" he asked in a deep thick voice, his hips rising and falling driving his engorged cock in to her. "Yes...oh yes...Dean don't stop... do whatever you want to me now..." Bonnie watched spell bound as her father fucked her mother with lust and abandon, her mother withering under her husband as he fucked her to an orgasm, then another. Bonnie watched for a moment longer before slipping back to her room. Laying across her bed she pushed a hand in to the little panty to rub her clit and pussy remembering now how Phil had taken and used her that night. Despite her soreness, Bonnie felt the need for a man like Phil to take and use her. After a minute she bite her lip as she came. "Oh yes, Phil... I'm yours now..." She came again that morning, the image of Phil fucking her for a third time that early morning clear in her mind wishing she could feel his malehood thrusting deep into her girlhood again. "Oh god yes... yes I want it... I want to feel you inside me... again!" It was a quiet weekend, bright, sunny and a warm early summer morning two weeks later on a Saturday. The young girl was beginning to miss Phil wishing he'd call or write letting her know that he still cared for her and he'd come to take her somewhere to make passionate love to her again. V Bonnie was going to play tennis at the municipal tennis courts with a friend of hers from school to take her mind off her depression. She arrived on time but her friend, Susan had not yet arrived. A car pulled in to the parking lot and a tall man in white tennis shorts and tennis shirt, and white tennis shoes got out. He looked at the courts looking for his tennis partner also; swing his tennis racket around for a moment loosening up. Then he noticed the young girl sitting on a bench by herself. He had seen her here before and about town. He liked what he saw: Young, pretty, nice slim body, nice small breasts; the shade of her long copper hair; the short powder blue pleated tennis skirt and white sleeveless pull over shirt; the perfect tennis pro. Bonnie glanced toward the car and the man standing beside it in white tennis shorts, shirt and knee high socks. Tall, tanned athletic build, short blonde hair, she had a vague recollection he was in high school, the local tennis pro and on the varsity football team. She took him in a glance; she liked what she saw; a twinge and stirring overcame her as she gave him a quick glance then tried to look away. Something overcame Bonnie at that moment; all thoughts of Phil evaporated. He glanced at his watch, looked around a moment then walked over to sit on the bench by the tennis court he had reserved, not happy his tennis partner was late arriving. He shifted a look toward the girl; she seemed to be waiting for someone also, also probably late or worse, a no-show. Looking around again he stood to cross the area to where the girl sat. "Hi, waiting for someone?" he asked getting her attention. Bonnie looked up surprised that he was talking to her. She replied: "Yes, a friend, we were going to play a set this afternoon." He sat down beside her: "Yeah, me too. Got a big match coming up next week and I need to get some practice in before then." Bonnie looked away a moment then asked: "So what are you going to do if he doesn't show?" He shrugged: "I don't know..." then he asked: "Hey want to play a set? Just for the heck of it and it'll give me some practice anyway." Bonnie smiled and nodded her head. They entered the court, the guy serving first, Bonnie returning the serve with ease. About half way through the match Bonnie realize she didn't even know his name although she had seen him around town with one or two girls from her class. The name had been mentioned a couple times by girls she knew at school but she could not recall what it was. He liked what he saw as the young girl bounced around her side of the court chasing the ball, returning the serves; the whole time he watched her little skirt flipping up showing the nice white little linen panty she wore. He could tell she wasn't wearing a sports bra the way her nice small breasts bounced. The ball was returned six times before he deliberately missed letting it go rolling across the court. Bonnie allowed a thin smile. This was the hardest she had played in several weeks since school ended. The guy stood with hands on hips taking deep breaths. "Good... good match. You're destined for the pros," he laughed seriously as they walked toward each other, the net between them. He stepped under the net, Bonnie smiled. "You don't jump over the net?" He laughed. His laugh was intoxicating, Bonnie laughed with him. "Um, the last time I tried that trick I was lying on my face on the ground and sprained my left wrist. Nope. I don't think so." Holding his hand out to her she took it and they walked to the bench to sit. "I don't think I caught your name?" "Bonnie," she told him with a warm smile. "And yours?" "Richard Marlin," he replied. Suddenly then name registered with her. Richard Marlin had the notorious reputation as a "ladies man" about the high school. She now knew who some of the girls had been talking about. It was even rumored that he had seduced one of the single women teachers last term. They sat on the bench, Richard started to small talk about tennis and his ambitions to be the next McEnroe of the tennis world. Staring in to Bonnie's emerald eyes he leaned toward her to kiss her on the cheek. Richard asked in a soothing tone: "You don't mind that I kissed you?" Bonnie shook her head as she allowed a shy smile, her long hair slick with perspiration swished in the slight breeze: "No." Thoughts of Phil and how he kissed her and caressed her that first night were still vivid in her mind as Richard kissed her again placing an arm about her. Gently entwining his fingers in her fine silken copper hair, Richard drew her head back just enough that he could kiss and nuzzle her neck. Bonnie drew in a soft shallow breath then released it in a sigh of delight that Richard was giving her good feelings that flowed through her in a wash. Richard slowly moved his other hand up her side to cup and fondle her nice small pert breast, the nipples were hard and erect tenting the lacy fabric of the bra and cotton T-shirt top. He felt the little hard nub of flesh tenting the T-shirt. Taking the little rose bud nub in his fingers, Richard began squeezing it bringing a sharp gasp from the girl. Fondling her breast for a moment he continued kissing and suckling on her neck and then her inviting mouth, her mouth open inviting him to slide his tongue in to taste the inside and caress the roof of her mouth. Bonnie softly moaned with the sensation that he sent coursing through her; she felt the stirring in her that Phil gave her moments before laying her back on the bed in the hotel room just a couple weeks ago. The emotion of the moment took her breath away. Richard parted his mouth from Bonnie's to say: "Like that, don't you?" Bonnie could only nod her head as Richard moved his hand from her nipple and breast down her side to her waist and hips to her legs. Richard made a soft noise under his breath as he slid his hand along her legs and thigh then slowly caressing it until he slipped it under the hem of the short tennis skirt. The feel of Richard's hand sliding under her little blue tennis skirt brought back in a flash the feel of Phil slipping his hands under the gown that night. She drew in a shallow breath as Richard lightly slid his fingers along her legs stopping short of her abs and throbbing pussy. He slid his hand along her waist feeling the outline of her little bikini panty; his hard, thick malehood ached now with his lust and desire for the young girl. "Oh yes..." Bonnie sighed as Richard kissed her along her neck and down to her heaving chest. "Mmmm..." As their mouths met again and their tongues exchanged caresses, Richard continued to feel Bonnie up, fondling and caressing her pussy that seeped her girlhood juices on to her panty. The girl unconsciously moved her hips in rhythm with the boy's hand as he caressed her until with a breathless gasp she felt the hot release of her childhood juices. "Ahhhh...ooooooo... I–I... came... Rich," she moaned into his mouth as he stifled the moan of her pleasure. "Yeah you did," he told her softly as he moved his hand to the waist band and then slid it down in to her panty to her warm wet downy soft thatch of girlhood hair. The two were oblivious to their surroundings as he slid his hard thick finger over her erect sensitive clit bringing another cry of ecstasy from the little girl. Within moments as Richard molested the girl's clit, the young girl cam again, her juices flowing over his fingers. "Damn you come easy," he said grinning devishly. He knew then it wouldn't be hard to take her home to fuck her. Bonnie opened her eyes in fear that someone passing bye would see or hear them. She looked left and right of where they sat beside the tennis courts. She could see the traffic passing by on the nearby street, another couple walking nearby had stopped under the bordering trees close to the street to kiss; the guy had his hands all over the girl, almost as much as Richard was doing to her. Sensing Bonnie's sudden apprehension, he looked around then turned to see the couple close by under the low hanging branches of a tree, partially hidden from view. He could see that the guy was feeling up the girl making her moan and sigh as he slid his hand under her short skirt until he could see a hint of red of her little panty. However, Richard glanced back to Bonnie then slipped a finger into her pulsing wet pussy slowly thrusting it in and out of her tight wet pussy. As he molested her pussy with his fingers, Richard asked: "Want to take this someplace else that's a bit more private?" Bonnie nodded her head in quick agreement. "Yes." The girl knew she would not have much choice now. Richard would have his way with her no matter what. Taking his hand out of her panty, Richard licked her warm juices from his fingers but avoided wiping them on his clean white tennis shorts. Taking a towel from the bag he carried the racket in he carefully wiped the juices off his fingers. Picking up the tennis rackets, he held a hand out to Bonnie helping her to her feet he led her to his car. As Richard turned the car around, an older car with a full front seat, on impulse, she slid across the seat to sit close to him. Richard allowed a faint smile then laid his right hand on her legs and slid it under her little tennis skirt up to her panty. Bonnie attempted to maintain a passive face as she let Richard slip his free hand between her legs and fondle her wet pussy as he drove. She moved a bit but that only encouraged Richard to caress her more. Bonnie did not like the feel of her panty being wet with her juices and wished she could have taken them off. VI Shortly they arrived at a large white three story house just off the Main Street. Richard pulled into the gravel driveway and drove around to the back and a standalone garage. They got out and he led her to an outside stairs that led to an entrance on the second level of the house. "My private entrance," he told her with a chuckle holding the door open for her. Bonnie stepped inside the cool interior pausing to look over the small efficiency type apartment that was Richard's room. It seemed to have nearly everything in it to include a small refrigerator. Richard led her over to the sofa. "Drink?" he asked her crossing the room to the refrigerator. "Soda?" she replied looking around admiring the room then noticed on the opposite wall a large plate glass mirror; she could see her reflection the way it was tilted. "Just orange juice, Gator Aide, and milk. Gotta be pickie about the diet ya know." "Orange juice then." Bonnie's eyes were momentarily riveted to the mirror and her reflection on the sofa. Richard took out the large jug of orange juice to pour her a glass. He poured a glass of the Gator Aide then sat beside her. They talked tennis for a few minutes Rich slipping an arm behind her feeling her long silken hair. Pulling the girl closer to him, Rich kissed her. Bonnie turned to face Richard as he leaned over to kiss her. They embraced as he ran his hands gently all along her body. Richard let his fingertips just barely touch her, waving them back and forth very slowly, as though he were playing a harp made from spider silk. Bonnie drew in a sharp breath, he held her tightly, kissing her again. Richard worked his way slowly down to her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly. He paused a moment, running his hands across her skin and pressing his face tightly to her, just enjoying the feel of her. He pressed his lips against her, kissing her, nibbling at her tender place to leave a small love mark that only she would see later. As he held her to him, he slipped his free hand down to her waist and under the T-shirt feeling the satin smoothness of her skin. He held her for a moment then slowly slid his hand up to cup her breast feeling the silken lace bra. He ran his hands under her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her bra. He watched her face in the mirror over the sink, watched his hands roaming across her body. Her lovely eyes fluttered open, watching the mirror. Softly moaning, Bonnie closed her eyes a moment remembering what it felt like giving in to Phil as he loosened her gown to fondle and caress her breasts and then her legs gathering the dress up to her waist and then laying her down across the bed. The vision faded Bonnie opened her eyes as Richard bent down to kiss her breasts; he sucked her nipples until they hardened, and then lightly teased them with his cheek. Not speaking, she opened her legs allowing him access to her tender young childhood. He started at her feet, and kissed her legs all the way up to her inner thighs, and then kissed around her swollen mound. She was moaning with pleasure as he gently kissed and sucked her, his tongue laving her mons until she could no longer stand it. The girl's nipples went hard and stuck straight up, begging: she moaned softly, and pressed herself against him; she held him, and moaned as she felt him grow larger; he ached now from the pressure in his shorts: he wanted her now more than anything else. He moaned low and hard in his throat as he cupped her breasts, a thumb pressed over her nipple savoring its feel while he kissed her neck and face. The boy savored the sight of the dark shadows of her areolas and pert nipples tenting the lacy material of the bra. Rich squeezed and fondled the little hard erect nipple through the lace of the bra. Slowly with soft kisses, he moved along the girl's chest and then to the other breast to give attention to that one; the girl sighed with the way the boy was kissing and fondling her. Bonnie sighed willingly spreading her legs more as Richard pushed his hand down to the wetness of her childhood. His hand touched the thatch of hair between her legs then the tender little nub of her stiff clit that was aroused by Richard's fingers molesting it, the girl began thrusting her hips in response to his fingering her until she cam in a mind wrenching orgasm. The surge of the girl's juices and her cry of ecstasy nearly made Richard come. He slid the finger into her pussy, feeling the wetness he knew he would find. His finger slid in her moist girlhood tightness without resistance. Not a virgin. He mused, Nice. Lucky guy whoever. She was expecting him to enter her then, she wanted him to enter her then, but she hesitated as he continued to finger fuck her to another orgasm. However, Richard sensed she was close to an orgasm; he stopped but holding his finger inside her childhood. He grinned with lust and pleasure watching the girl; she showed a sudden sense of frustration that he had stopped, she was close to an orgasm – she wanted him – she wanted it – he was denying her relief. Pulling his hand out of her panty, Richard shook his head, pressing her against the cushions raising her short skirt to her waist, he mused: "God she was so beautiful," as he ran his hand over her legs. Then with a deft movement he turned her to lay her back on the sofa. Bonnie looked up at him with a sense of fear and wonder as Richard then knelt beside her on the sofa gazing down at this little beauty that lay beneath him, her copper hair spread out as in a fan about her angelic face. He slid his hands along her legs pushing the little blue linen skirt to her waist; he slipped his hand between her legs again feeling the firm tender V between them and the moistness there. She was nice and wet; he slid his hand along the nice firmness of her pussy then grasped the waist band of her panty starting to pull it down. Bonnie said, her voice tinged with fear that he was about to take her: "Richard... please... gentle!" "You said you wanted me," he whispered, pulling the little linen panty down her legs and tossing it aside. He drew in a sharp breath at the sight of her copper colored thatch of hair between her slender thighs and the beads of moisture glistening on the soft reddish hair: she was ready for him. Quickly opening his shorts and pushing them down from his hips he shifted between her legs; he leaned over the girl, his hard thick malehood jutting out toward its goal, he shunted forward over the girl then in a quick thrust slid his malehood into her; he took her in a single thrust sliding his hard cock into her. "Now you have me." Bonnie gasped with the penetration. She pulled him up onto her, and he was in her. She cried out with the pleasure of his penetration. He was so big! They moved together, at first, slowly, but as time went on they got faster, harder, in and almost out again and again. Breathing in large gulps of air, their bellies slapping, She moaned, closing her eyes as he pumped in and out of her. Her breathing changed, her body beginning to shake and shudder as she approached her orgasm. Grabbing a towel that lay close by he propped himself up, his thick hard malehood still deep inside the girl as she cried, he folded it lengthwise into fourths, sliding it between her teeth to muffle her cries. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her through the orgasm, then started pumping into her even harder, faster, stroking her clit, making her squirm and groan even more. When she climaxed again, he came with her, shooting his cum deep inside her. She came twice, a small one and then as he came in a gush, a second, stronger. He emptied himself in the girl letting out a low moan of pleasure and relief. They lay together, staring up at the ceiling a moment. She cuddled close to his warmth and he held her tight. "Good, eh?" he said after a moment. Bonnie merely nodded her head. It was the "best". VII Yet, still no word from Phil. Bonnie felt as if he had abandoned her. She was reading one of her teen magazines and an article for girls who are abandoned by their older lovers. Basically, get over it and move on. She finally consoled herself that she may never hear from Phil again. "Hi, Bonnie," male voice called to her. Bonnie was sitting on the front stoop of the house staring at the street and cars passing. Dennis Shaffer was looking at her from his car. Dennis, seventeen was the "boy down the street" whom Bonnie had known all her life but never gave him any real thought. They had their own friends and social circles but never attracted to each other. "Hi yourself. When did you get a car?" "Yesterday. Like it?" Dennis liked what he saw. The girl was a little beauty. He knew she was just fourteen, but for a fourteen year old girl, she was definitely nice looking. She was wearing only denim cut down short- shorts, a white halter top and sandals. "Want to go for a ride?" he asked reaching across the seat managing to open the door inviting her in. Bonnie gave it all of thirty seconds thought then said: "Let me make sure everything is alright and house locked." Soon the two were on their way across town and out to the west suburbs and on to a road that seemed to lead nowhere. He finally turned on to a rutted road until he reached the edge of the grove of trees he knew several of his friends brought their girlfriends out here to get laid. Bonnie looked over the area and instinctively knew why Dennis drove all the way out here – to get a piece of ass from her. Dennis looked the area over a minute then spotted a nice grass area that overlooked the reservoir. "Let's get out and go over there under the trees," he said to Bonnie. Bonnie got out following Dennis over to the area the grass which was lush and soft. They sat down finally Dennis put his arm around Bonnie drawing her closer to him. Bonnie reluctantly let Dennis draw her closer to him. He kissed her on the temple then the cheek; turning her head toward him he kissed her on the mouth, making her to open her mouth so he could slide his tongue in brushing it against the bridge of her mouth. Slowly, he leaned her back until she was lying in the grass. His right hand brushed her small full firm breast, feeling it, savoring the feel, tweaking the small erect nipple; the girl finally moaned as Dennis slipped his hand inside her halter top to feel her breast and nipple. "Like that?" he softly asked. As if there was anyone around to hear him. Bonnie nodded her head; Dennis fingered her nipple bringing a sigh from the girl. His cock was hard and thick. Bonnie closed her eyes letting Dennis have his way with her that afternoon. The boy was turning her on. She still wanted Phil but even after her brief affair with Richard she felt sexually unsatisfied. Phil had awakened something in her she wanted and needed, Richard lacked and maybe Dennis, but they managed to fulfill. Dennis unhooked the front snaps of the halter top opening the top exposing the girl's beautiful breasts. The little nipples were set atop pick areoles. He drew in a breath leaning over the girl to kiss and suck her chest and breasts. The little nipples now stood erect and proud as the boy seemed to worship her body. Bonnie opened her eyes glancing up at Dennis as he kissed her breasts down to her stomach. He kissed her body fumbling with the snap to her shorts; opening her shorts he smiled. The girl felt the wetness between her legs. She was becoming aroused the boy playing with her. She was enjoying what he was doing to her, his hands on her body, caressing and fondling her. Sliding his hand into her open shorts he glanced down to see the little blue bikini panty. He was almost home with the girl; his young boy hood cock hard and stiff. Bonnie smiled as she felt his hand moving in to her open shorts and to the tender vee between her legs. She opened her legs giving Dennis access to her throbbing young pussy. It either let a boy have what he wanted, or she pleasured herself at home and still get little satisfaction from what she did to herself. Dennis slid his hand in to Bonnie's shorts until he felt the moistness of her pussy juices. Moving his middle finger up and down her pussy he felt her erect and hard little clit. He worked it for a minute until she gasped, crying: "Ohh, ohhh!" her hips moving up and down as he kept up the action on her young pussy. The boy moved himself back and forth as if he were fucking the young girl. He moaned with the need for relief soon as he rubbed and caressed her pussy. Bonnie arched her back in sudden release as the orgasm hit her, the juices surging from her pussy. Dennis moved his hand to the panty's waist band and down to the girl's wet pussy feeling the little thatch of downy hair between her legs. He began fingering her pussy feeling the opening penetrating her sliding his finger into her, the feeling of her wetness and nice tight pussy nearly made him cum prematurely. Bonnie drew in a breath as she felt Dennis penetrating her. She closed her eyes again remembering the first time Phil penetrated her with his finger, touching her virgin cherry. He slide his finger in and out of her touching and fondling her little clit until she came, her virgin juices flowing on to his hand, then came the moment as he thrust his malehood into her taking her virginity making a young woman of her that night. Withdrawing his finger, Dennis tugged at her panties and shorts until he had them off her tossing them aside. Bonnie was vulnerable to the boy's lust and desire for her; he wanted to use her for himself. He quickly loosened his pants shoving them and his briefs down, his hard thickened cock jutted at the girl, positioning himself to drive his hard thick cock into the girl. Bonnie gasped as Dennis penetrated her; he slid his cock in to the girl. He quickly realized Bonnie wasn't virgin, but that didn't bother him, he'd already taken three young girls in the junior high who were virgin. Bonnie was still nice and tight trusting in to her then slowly pulled out, slowly pushing in alternating getting the feel of her nice and tight pussy gripping his young cock. Bonnie wrapped her arms about Dennis moving her hips with him as he set the pace; she enjoyed the feeling of being fucked again. The boy set a steady rhythm fucking, driving his boyhood in and out of the girl. Bonnie met Dennis' pace as he drove his boyhood in to her until he could hold back no longer: "Oh," he moaned emptying his cum into Bonnie: "Yes, yeah baby!" She moaned with the release of her own orgasm arching her back with the pleasure Dennis gave her for the moment. VIII A month passed before Bonnie received a card in the mail. She was beginning to think Phil had moved on to another girl or woman forgetting about her. The regrets of that first night with a man left her emotionally empty. Yet, there had been Richard. She spent two more weekends at his apartment. Despite what she let Richard and Dennis do to her, the girl could not forget Phil, and Richard. But Richard like his kind, was already bored with the girl. However, there was hardly a night that went by that Bonnie did not cry herself to sleep thinking about Phil and the night he took her childhood; yet, sometimes images of Richard would overshadow Phil. She would lay there on her bed staring at the ceiling feeling confused as to who she wanted for her lover. Almost every night she had dreams about Phil and that night of illicit love making in the hotel room. Bonnie would fall asleep remembering with vivid detail the feel of his hands on her young body making her feel good, the first penetration of his finger into her virgin childhood, her first orgasm as he molested her clit bringing her to another before taking her; the erotic feel of his fingers grasping the waistband of her little silk panty pulling it off her; she was vulnerable to him as he went down between her legs to suck and lick on her throbbing childhood; then another hot climax as she stifled the cries of ecstasy. The young girl lay breathless in her bed, her juices wetting her from the memory of Phil making a young woman of her that night, the sensation of his hard thick malehood as it penetrated her, his forceful thrust deep into her, the moment of searing pain as he took her cherry. She willingly gave in, letting Phil take her virginity – she would never forget that night nor letting Phil be her first. But, there was still Richard and Dennis who satisfied her needs as she satisfied theirs. Bonnie had gotten home before her parents and picked up the mail. There was the card from Phil. Bonnie nearly cried as she rushed up to her room nervously finding a letter opener; she slit the envelope open, perspiration beaded her forehead and chest as she took the card out. It was a romantic card showing the silhouettes of a young couple embracing: Bonnie had a vision of Phil embracing her like that again. Opening the card she read the lines and the hand written note with the address of a motel where he would meet her in two weeks. Bonnie reread the date and time to assure there was no misunderstanding. He wrote the date, time, and motel where she was to meet him on a Saturday noon. In a short love letter he included what he wanted her to wear to that date: A dark satin button down blouse; a black velvet mini- skirt, sheer black nylon bikini panty, and sheer black lace bra, and the high heel sandals she wore at the wedding. Bonnie was thrilled. She would be there no matter what... That night, she had dreams of her new lover; she moaned with the pleasure and ecstasy of Phil taking her for his, as she fantasized, she felt the pleasurable seeping of her girlhood juices. She imagined him with her, his hands caressing her young body, she spread her legs for him, his hand between them fondling and caressing her throbbing pussy – Phil had made a woman of a little child; she moaned taking pleasure in the sensation of her multiple orgasms. Her juices flowed on to her fingers, her hips thrusting up and down; Bonnie reached the peak of her climax, then, in a warm surge of her juices she was floating on a pink cloud of passionate emotions. She could only imagine the feeling of Phil's cock thrusting deep into her just as he did it that Saturday night so many weeks before. Now, he would be only a few days away – she was ready and willing to give him what he desired of her. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 72