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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

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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.
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