("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Ronni's Summer of Love - 4 by Veronica Lumpkin (ronnilum67@gmail.com) *** I was having lots of fun that summer of sex, drugs and rock and roll. I was balling with Dale and other guys. But I wanted so badly to sleep with Luanne and show her how much I loved her and how wonderful sex could be. There was Kitty and Melody that fired my imagination too. The summer was young and so was I. (mf-teens ff- teens) *** Hours at the Haze My friendship with Luanne was damaged, but not destroyed after I molested her. I can't think of a better term for what happened between us that night. In those days I thought of it as the night we made love, but Luanne hardly participated. These days some might consider it date rape. I kissed Luanne and she didn't reciprocate, nor did she resist. I touched her all over and although she protested, she made no effort to stop my advances. Luanne muttered, "Don't Ronni." and "We can't do this." and "You have to stop," as I licked, kissed and sucked her nipples. When I said, "You know you don't want me to stop," and "You know you love it, Don't you?" all Luanne could do was moan. And when I took her panties off and spread her legs, she didn't fight back. She only muttered, "Oh Ronni, no," when I touched her pussy. And all she could say when my fingers penetrated my girlfriend's twat was to simply moan, "Oh Ronni! Ronni! Oh my God!" Luanne didn't resist, nor did she reciprocate. She barely touched me, but let me have her way with her. She came and came hard. I came with her, my orgasm brought on by hers. Afterward I held her tight and kissed her deeply – she let me, but didn't really kiss me back. We held each other through the night but I woke up alone in Luanne's bed. I found her in the kitchen but neither of us spoke. Our friendship was strained, but not ended. We still hung out together. We went to the pool and swam, bathed in the sun and looked at the boys. I looked at the boys and girls, especially at Luanne. I tried not to let her see me looking. I still had a huge crush on her but I knew it made her uncomfortable, so I hid it as best I could. She never invited me to sleep over again and made sure the door was open if we were in her room or mine. She would freak out a little if I changed clothes with my door open with my brother Joey or Daddy home. I always did that anyway. I liked to have them walk by and get a good look at me. That never seemed to happen when Luanne was there though. I always wondered what Joey would do if he walked by and Luanne was naked in my room. I fantasized about that. Having Joey walk in on us, Luanne and me, both completely naked. I imagined Luanne just freezing, standing perfectly still, afraid to move. Joey would look her up and down and tell her how pretty her body was. Joey had a crush on her too. He always had. He would be wearing just his swim trunks and I would watch the bulge grow. I loved that. I loved getting my little brother hard. I wanted to watch Luanne make him hard. I wanted to see him walk over to her and kiss her, the way I knew he wanted to. I imagined him kissing, licking and sucking her titties, as I had, and as he had done mine when we were little. I wanted to walk up behind him and take down his trunks. I imagined pressing my body to his back and caressing them both as they made out. We would tumble into my bed and I would watch my brother fuck my girlfriend. We would share her and Luanne and I would share him. I wanted him so badly. I wanted things to be like they were before other mother scared him away from me. I wanted him to get into bed with me as he did back then – to cuddle with me naked. I knew that things would be different now. We could make love. I wanted to bath with him like we did back then. I remembered how hard he got even then. I kissed and even sucked his little prick. Now I knew what I was doing and he was old enough to cum. But he was afraid to get too close to me when I was naked. I knew he liked looking at my body and I gave him plenty of opportunities. All these thoughts would flood my mind as I slowly changed into my bathing suit, getting wetter and wetter by the minute. There were times when I would have to excuse myself, go into the bathroom and clean myself up before I put on my suit. Sometimes I would be too far gone and I would let my imagination run wild, picturing Luanne, Joey and me going at each other as I got myself off. I was such a horny little girl, with a very vivid imagination, in those days. Luanne and I would spend our days at the pool and our evenings at the Haze. We would hitch out there and get rides every time. In those days a couple of pretty girls, in shorts and halter tops never had to walk far. I had my driver's licence but no car. Sometimes Dale would happen by and pick us up. Sometimes I went alone and when Dale picked me up alone we would take the long way. When I was alone with Dale I could hardly keep my hands off him. I would get down on my knees and blow him as her drove. He almost ran off the road once as he came in my mouth. Sometimes he would find a secluded place and pull over. He'd swivel his captain's chair to face me and I would go down on that massive cock of his. I got better and better at it – taking more and more of it down my throat. He would take me into the back of his van and fuck right there in broad daylight. Sometimes we'd go out to Austin Woods, to that private place of his and fuck all afternoon. We would get interrupted sometimes by hikers which was kind of funny. If we were in the water, we'd just bob there until they passed. If we were on a blanket, we would cover up until they were gone. They would just nod and blush and as soon as they were gone we'd throw the blanket off and laugh. I wanted to just let them see us, but Dale said they would probably report us. We weren't suppose to be driving back there. The road was for park rangers, most of whom were friends of Dale's so he could get away with it. If any rangers came back that way, they would recognize Dale's van and stay away. I loved having sex with Dale and he loved sex with me too. I could understand why. I was getting pretty good at it. He had a gorgeous old lady who I was sure took good care of him in bed. But I figured he was like me and just couldn't get enough. He told me that there was something special about the way I did things, in the way I moved. That made me feel really proud and tried even harder. He even told me that he was in love with me. "You know I'm in love with you, don't you, little girl?" "I'll bet you say that to all the little girls, don't you?" I'd say. "Nope!" he said one day. "I mean it when I say you're special. Nobody gets me off like you do. I'm gonna run away with you one day. Take you to Mexico with me – or Jamaica. I know a place that you would just love down there. We'll live on the beach, eat mangoes, drink rum, get high and fuck all day and night." It sounded fantastic, but I loved Kitty too much to run off with her old man. I didn't mind sucking his cock and letting him fuck me. I was sure Kitty knew he fucked around, I was sure she did too. It was the days of free love. So I just let him talk and pictured those pretty places as he finger-fucked me. Dale would eventually get me to the Haze, drop me off and get on with his business. I would try to avoid Kitty for a while, at least until I got a couple of drinks in me, get my nerve up, and get the smell of sex off me. There was always some dude or another willing to buy my drinks in hopes of getting in my pants. Some of them were even successful at that. I got to know who Dale and Kitty approved of. Some of those dudes at the Haze were low-lifes, I could spot them from a mile away and stayed away from them. Sometimes Kitty would see me talking to a guy and she'd frown and I would know he was bad news If Kitty and Dale invited a guy upstairs I figured he was cool. As time went by I was more careful who I messed with. At first I would slip outside for a smoke and a quick blow job way too often. Luanne hated it when I did that. I realized that I didn't have to do that for free pot. I was a friend of Dale's. I just loved to get guys off and I was dying to make a girl cum again. Luanne and I had become part of Dale and Kitty's inner circle. We were the youngest ones to hang out in their home. Dale wasn't fond of having under-aged girls around, but he was in love with me, or so he said. And Luanne was my best friend so she was cool. And Kitty had known us since we were little. She had worked at the King-Kwick when she was a teenager. She liked us then and accepted us now. I always had a huge crush on her too. She was probably my first girl-crush. I remember how it felt the first time I thought of her when I masturbated. It seemed so dirty to think of kissing another girl, of sucking her titties and as soon as the thought of eating her pussy crossed my mind, I came like I never had. I would never be the same. I was probably 12. I remember being embarrassed the next time I saw her. As soon as I left the store I ran home and got myself off. I remember leaving my bedroom door open, just a little, hoping Daddy or Joey would walk by and see me cumming. They didn't but I came hard any way. Up in Kitty and Dale's apartment, after hours, we would all hang out and get so stoned. There was a core group, Kitty and Dale of course, the lovely young Melody, who was becoming my biggest girl crush ever, a couple of guys from the house band, Load Stone, Bobby, the bass player and Jack, the drummer along with Luanne and me. Others came and went, but that group was there a lot. *** Melody was driving me absolutely crazy. She would hang on Dale as a lot of girls did, sitting on his lap and kissing him a little, but not making out. She was always looking at Kitty, to make sure things were cool. They seemed to be fine most of the time. If Kitty seemed unhappy she would move away from Dale for a while. She would flirt with other guys but not make contact with them. Melody and Kitty were affectionate toward each other too. They hugged a lot and would kiss and whisper in each other's ears. They kissed on the lips and those kisses lasted a few seconds but not long – long enough to make me jealous and wet. From time to time I would run into Melody in the hall as one of us was headed to the bathroom and the other was coming back. She would pull me into the shadows and kiss me. Our kisses were deep and passionate. She would drag me into one of the spare rooms and we would make out furiously. We groped each other's bodies. She would squeeze my ass as my hands slipped up under her top. Her titties were perfect. I would pinch her nipples and she even let me suck them sometimes. But when I got my hand in her pants and touched her pussy she always pulled away. She pranced across the room giggling in a way that I thought was the cutest sound I'd ever heard. I knew that we shouldn't be away from everyone for too long. It seemed that Melody didn't want people to know she liked girls. Or she didn't want Dale to know she liked me. I didn't care if people knew I liked her, but I didn't want Dale to know about Melody and me for some reason. He didn't seem to mind seeing me with Bobby, but he didn't like seeing me with some dudes. It was odd, but I didn't want to disappoint him. I craved his approval, just as Melody and others seemed to. We both sought Kitty's approval too. Melody would be rather shy and withdrawn for a while after we'd had one of those little sessions. She wouldn't make eye contact with me or Kitty for a while. Sometime Melody would cuddle up to Dale for a while, in a Daddy/daughter kind of way, until she had regained her confidence. Even that turned me on. When I was alone with Melody she seemed like the young woman that she was. When she was cuddled up with Dale she seemed like a little girl. I would notice that Luanne would be giving me hard looks when I got back into the room. She would realize that Melody and I were out of the room at the same time. While Melody and I were making out I would often hear someone pass by and I figured it was Luanne checking up on me. She was so jealous. It pissed me off so bad. She didn't want me to be with another girl. But she wouldn't give me what I wanted, what I longed for, what I craved so badly, either. I was in love with Luanne and she knew it. I made out with Bobby quite often and once Kitty seemed to approve I balled with him, which really pissed Luanne off. I was glad she was pissed. It was a huge apartment, having been the top floor of a hotel in the old days and there were lots of spare rooms. Bobby would take me to the room where he usually crashed and fuck the living shit out of me. Bobby could have had just about any girl that came to the Haze, even though most of the girls had their eyes on Paul, the lead guitarist and singer, but he was married and always went home to his pretty little wife after the shows. I did go down on Paul one night in the band's van. It was a dirty little treat to suck a married man's cock – was our dirty little secret. Bobby had a nice body and was very good in bed. I loved having sex with grown men. The teenage boys I'd slept with were done in a minute and never made me cum. Bobby might not have been as good as Dale, nor not as well hung, but he almost always made me cum. He loved the way I sucked his cock too. I could take almost all of his in my mouth. I'd practiced on Dale. I was getting pretty good at that too. I did a lot of things with my tongue, swirling it all around and teasing the underside. I learned all the places that Bobby liked to be licked and teased the hell out of him, before sucking him. Sometimes I let him cum in my mouth. I loved that, and he'd kiss me afterwards, most guys wouldn't. I think he might have been bisexual which I thought was so hot, even though I never saw him with another guy. He liked me to play with his butt and finger fuck him as I sucked his cock. I fantasized about having a threesome with Bobby and another guy. Bobby ate my pussy really well too. He could be very gentle and tender. I'd spread his long, dark, wavy hair over my legs as he ate me, kinda like it was a girl going down on me. Then he'd kiss my belly, suck my titties, then ram his cock deep inside me and remind me that I was in bed with a man, a man who's mouth tasted like pussy. And if Bobby couldn't hold back, and came first, he would still make me cum with his talented fingers or his tongue. Bobby liked to call me his li'l groupie and sort of considered me his girl, but I knew he had others and I had Dale and some other guys. He never told me he loved me, but I was sure he did. I thought they all loved me. I just loved sex. *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 75