Chapter 1
Bonnie Mae Owens posed before the full-length mirror on her bedroom door, pleased with the reflection of her nude body. Once Nick sees me like this, he'll no longer think of me as a child, she thought, her full, sensual mouth curving into a smile. Arching her back, she ' admired her flat stomach, jutting white buttocks, and firm, ripe breasts. She lifted her hands to fondle her huge bosom, pretending that the fingers caressing their luscious fullness were those of the darkly handsome twenty-six-year-old construction worker down the hall. Bonnie Mae was only fifteen but she possessed the body and desires of a mature woman. Her urgent fingers moved across the twin mounds to press their delicate pink nipples. It felt good so she pressed harder, pinching and twisting until her nipples sprang into hot, stiff points and her vagina throbbed, wet with uncontrollable desire.
"Oh, Nick," she moaned, closing her eyes. Fantasizing about the black-haired young man who'd moved in the apartment building three months ago but had failed to succumb to her charms, the voluptuous girl's right hand slid to the mound between her legs. How she ached for the real thing, for Nick's hands on her naked body, searching, probing, even hurting. And the feel of his mouth exploring her most secret places.
As she imagined him sucking her eager nipples, Bonnie Mae's excitement mounted. Breathing hard, she pushed one finger, then another, into her milky, pulsating cuntal opening. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded and her mouth slack as she worked her fingers feverishly in and out, rubbing her clitoris with her thumb.
Her other hand pulled and twisted her stiffly protruding nipples, first one, then the other, as she thought of Nick LaRocco. Oh, God, how I wish this was his penis inside me, she thought, moaning. I'd let him shove it clear up to my throat.
This wasn't the first time that Bonnie Mae had engaged in sexual fantasies about Nick. She'd been doing so ever since he moved in last February. Once she feasted her eyes on the handsome, young stud, half the guys who screwed her became Nick in her imagination. Her battery-operated vibrator was Nick, Since she'd started her little game of let's-pretend, Bonnie Mae had enjoyed sex more than ever.
If pretending is this good, she thought, her right hand moving faster, her probing fingers digging deeper, real live sex with Nick will probably blow my mind! She shoved her fingers higher, her thumb teasing the hotness of her swollen, erect clitoris. Bonnie Mae's hips pumped and her breath came in short, little gasps as her slick vagina grasped greedily.
She cried out as wave after wave of sensual pleasure rippled through her wet, gyrating love nest. At last, Bonnie Mae sighed contentedly and her hands grew still. The lovely, young body no longer ached for release, now, and her pink nipples were relaxed and yielding.
Tingling with the satisfaction she'd given herself, Bonnie Mae went to the bathroom to wash away the sticky juices of her spent passion. She bathed the inside of her shapely thighs, then spread the lips of her vulva to cleanse the tender, pink membranes within. Her fingers manipulated the washcloth with care, deliberately stroking the precious opening which had brought her such pleasure since she lost her cherry.
The auburn-haired teenager had been letting boys fuck her for almost a year now and enjoyed even her first virginal encounter. How she loved the feel of a desire-swollen penis pumping in and out of her convulsing pussy, the pleasure-pain of a hungry mouth sucking her huge breasts.
Lately, though, Bonnie Mae longed for something more. The teenage boys she shared her charms with no longer satisfied the young beauty the way they once did. In their panting eagerness, her youthful sex partners denied her the prolonged pleasure she ached for.
Whenever she suggested experimenting with new, unusual positions, the young studs got so excited that they climaxed right away. The girl found the sensation of a pulsating penis shooting warm sperm into her cunt so pleasurable that she'd cum, too. And it was all over much too soon. Even though her young partners seemed thoroughly satisfied, Bonnie Mae still ached with a throbbing need that hadn't been met.
Frustrated, the lovely redhead bought herself a cordless vibrator to help relieve her insatiable desires. What joys the long, penis-shaped gadget brought her! The mechanical sex organ never tired. Hour after sensual hour, Bonnie Mae lay with ivory legs spread wide and trembling as she thrilled to the rhythm of the vibrating, plastic cock.
Pretending that it was Nick LaRocco's penis moving inside her, the girl often worked herself into such a sexual frenzy that she'd cum again and again, her quivering, auburn-haired love nest soaked with the milk of hot desire as crying out with ecstasy, she enjoyed orgasm after thrilling orgasm.
Still, Bonnie Mae considered her vibrator a mere temporary aid. What she really wanted was a real, live cock that could bring her unsurpassed satisfaction.
It's time to stop playing with boys and find myself a man, she decided. Like Nick LaRocco. The first time she laid her eyes on the big hunk, Bonnie Mae knew that he was the one. For Nick, she'd throw away her vibrator and kiss all the other pricks good-bye. Just thinking about him made her thighs tingle. Somehow, she knew that the well-built man with the flashing eyes and white teeth could thrill her as no one else could.
I bet Nick could hump me for a solid half-hour before cumming, she grinned, wriggling into hip-hugger jeans and an emerald-green midriff shirt. The soft knit of the fabric clung tightly to her breasts, the outline of her perky nipples clearly visible. The outfit was new. She'd bought it with the first of her babysitting money and Bonnie Mae was well aware of the way it showed off her ample curves, the way the color flattered her green eyes and long, flaming hair.
Taunting words that her mother often hurled echoed through her mind as fully clothed now, the teenage girl stood in front of the mirror once again. "You're a fool, Bonnie Mae, a crazy dreamer. But someday, you'll wake up and face reality."
The stern-faced old woman had repeatedly warned her daughter that dreams only came true in fairy tales, not here in Chicago. But Bonnie Mae refused to let her embittered mother dim her hopes.
"Just because Ma wound up marrying a drunk who couldn't hold a job doesn't mean I have to," she told her reflection. Mr. Owens had died of alcoholism years ago, leaving them penniless. The aging, careworn widow supported herself and her daughter by working as a receptionist in a nearby medical building. Her modest salary, however, afforded few luxuries.
Desperate for clothing money once she had set her sights on Nick, Bonnie Mae found a steady babysitting job a few weeks ago. She sat for the seven-year-old son of Liz and Ralph Conway who lived down the street in an old frame house. The hours were flexible but she always started at seven when Liz left for the Mood Indigo Lounge where she worked as a cocktail waitress. Bonnie Mae babysat for Tracy until the boy's father came home.
Ralph Conway was an insurance man who'd just started with a new company and put in heavy evening hours tracking down new accounts. Usually, Bonnie Mae's employer came home around ten but there were nights when he'd return as late as one in the morning.
Bonnie Mae preferred his late hours for she not only made more money, but she had more fun as well. Ralph always phoned to give his wife or the young babysitter some indication of the time he'd return. Whenever he phoned to announce it would be a long evening, thinking the girl could sleep rather than wait up, Bonnie Mae had phoned boyfriends instead. She used the Conway bed, the living room floor, or the sofa. But not for sleeping!
It was a soft job. Bonnie Mae was crazy about kids and little Tracy was like the kid brother she'd always longed for. Bonnie Mae was an only child, a change-of-life baby-unexpected, unwanted, and unloved. Once little Tracy settled down for the night, the voluptuous babysitter could do as she pleased. Watch television, leaf through magazines, or invite some guy over to give her a good humping. Best of all, now she could buy the kind of clothes to make Nick LaRocco's eyes light up whenever she passed him in the hall.
And he would notice her! She'd feel that big prick of his inside her, yet. No matter what her old lady said, Bonnie Mae still believed in dreams. And hers was to seduce the handsome man who refused to give her more than a passing glance or a quick nod.
"All I have to do is make the most of what I've got," she told the image gazing back at her in the mirror. And Bonnie Mae had plenty to work with.
Just before leaving for the Conway house, Bonnie Mae poked her head out the door to see if her good-looking neighbor was in the hall. He wasn't, so she darted back into the apartment and grabbed the letter she'd stolen from Nick's mail-box after school. She'd knock on his door and hand him the envelope along with the phony story that the mailman had mistakenly placed it in the Owens' box but that she hadn't really looked at today's mail until just now. As she approached his door, Bonnie Mae didn't care if he believed her story or not. All she cared about was that Nick got a good look at her in this sexy, new outfit.
Just as she lifted her knuckles to knock, Bonnie Mae heard voices from within and she paused, listening.
"Oooohhh, Nicky!" a female voice gasped.
"Like it, baby?" Nick asked in a husky voice.
Bonnie Mae waited for the girl's reply but all she heard was a long moan, followed by grunting. Crouching, the curious redhead peered through the rusty keyhole, grateful for once that she lived in an old building.
Still, she couldn't see much. All she could make out from her limited vantage point was a tangle of legs on the sofa. But the gasps, grunts, and cries of pleasure told her what her eyes couldn't see. Nick was fucking some young girl and they were having a hell of a good time.
As she watched as much as she could see of the writhing, intertwined bodies, Bonnie Mae felt a slow warmth creep up her thighs and spread deliciously across her genital area.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Nickeeee!" the girl shrieked.
Bonnie Mae felt a dampness in her crotch as she throbbed with both desire and jealousy. Whoever that bitch is, I hate her! she seethed. Unable to bear the sights and sounds that she longed to be a part of, the young redhead rose and moved away from the doorway.
Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she ran down the flight of stairs. When she reached the vestibule, Bonnie Mae paused by the row of mail-boxes and, silently cursing the handsome bastard, she dropped the stolen letter in the slot marked Nick LaRocco.
Liz Conway tightened the buckle of her belted nylon jacket and reached for her car keys. "Mr. Conway phoned about an hour ago," she said, eying the teenager's bobbing, braless bosom as the girl followed her to the door. Christ, this kid is stacked, she thought with a ripple of envy. She's got my tits three times over and look how they stick right out. "He may be rather late tonight, Bonnie Mae," she said, her hand on the doorknob. "He'll try to be home by eleven but if you get tired, just spread yourself out someplace and go to sleep."
The redhead smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Conway," she called as her slim, platinum-haired employer headed for her car. "I might just do that." Spread myself out, that is, she added silently, closing the door.
The girl made popcorn, then helped Tracy work a jigsaw puzzle on the kitchen table. They had such a good time that the little boy didn't get to bed till after nine. As soon as she tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, Bonnie Mae used the kitchen phone to dial Emil Novak's number. Man, I hope he can come over, she thought as the phone rang at the other end of the line. Emil is really hung and I could sure use a big hunk of meat in me tonight! After what she'd seen through the keyhole and overheard from outside Nick's door, the voluptuous girl was ripe and ready for action.
"Emil ?" she asked, when a young, male voice answered.
"Yeah." In a muffled voice, as though he were covering the mouthpiece, she heard him speak to someone. "It's Bonnie Mae," he whispered.
"Who you talking to, Emil?" she asked, suddenly worried. I hope he hasn't already gotten himself some broad lined up for tonight.
"Just Weasel. Me and him were just going out for a pizza."
"Why not have a piece instead?" she teased. "I'm babysitting, Emil honey, and I'm awful lonesome." Her voice grew seductive. "Tracy's sleeping and his old man won't be home for hours."
Emil's voice lowered. "What about Weasel?"
"Bring him along," she invited. "The three of us can have ourselves a little party. Tell Weasel that I've got plenty of treats. Enough for both of you."
Emil breathed harder. "We'll be right over," he promised, hanging up.
Like all the boys who visited Bonnie Mae at the Conways', Emil remembered to come the back way. When she heard his knock, the young babysitter opened the kitchen door eagerly.
"Hi, doll," Emil greeted as he and his friend entered. "Hey," he said, giving her a whistle of approval. "Now, don't you look good!"
Emil was short and stocky with a slight hook nose but he had a crude sort of masculinity about him that appealed to the girl. She slid her arms around his neck and nibbled at one ear. "Good enough to eat?" she asked in a suggestive tone.
Emil slid his hand down the back of the girl's jeans and squeezed her left buttock. She spread her legs and he moved his hand around to the front, fondling her fuzzy pubic mound. She tilted her pelvis forward invitingly and Emil responded by thrusting his middle finger up her moist vagina. Sighing with delight, Bonnie Mae rewarded him with a kiss, her pointed tongue exploring the inside of his warm mouth.
When at last they drew apart, Emil lifted the girl's brief top roughly, exposing her large, succulent breasts. Pressing his face to one of her huge tits, his hot lips closed around the strawberry tip and sucked eagerly. The girl's auburn hair trailed down her back as her head fell back in ecstasy, her lips parted.
The nipple of her other breast stood out like a hot needle, waiting its turn. With one final suck, Emil abandoned one tit for the other, his lips drinking greedily. He could keep at it until he drew blood and the girl cried out for mercy. Still, she loved every moment of the sweet, painful joy that his hungry mouth provided.
But this was just a preliminary teaser and Emil soon pulled away. '"Ain't you going to say hello to Weasel?" he asked, gesturing toward the thin, pimply-faced boy who stood watching them. His mouth hung open and he breathed rapidly, his beady, close-set eyes glittering with excitement as they focused in lewd fascination on the elongated nipples punctuating the girl's twin, snowy peaks.
"Hi, Weasel," she greeted, letting her green eyes drop to the bulge between his spindly legs. I wonder what his prick is like. she mused, sauntering over to him. She'd never done it with Weasel and even if he was homely, the thought of a fresh piece of meat appealed to her. Slowly, teasingly, she massaged the hot bulge through the boy's jeans. With her other hand, she took one of his and pressed it against her bare boob. Guiding his fingers with hers, she made him squeeze and press the firm white mound of flesh while she continued to fondle his swollen penis.
"Pinch my nipples," she begged.
Panting with excitement, the pimply-faced boy quickly obeyed. Using both hands now, he pulled and twisted while Bonnie Mae arched her back to give him greater access to the hot, stiff points rising between his fingers.
"Harder!" she pleaded, unzipping his fly.
The blemished boy's face was flushed now, his eyes glazed as he felt the girl's fingers close around the swollen head of his throbbing cock. She worked her hand back and forth and after just a few hard strokes, the boy's flaming penis reached its full potential. He's not as long as Emil, the girl observed, admiring the quivering cock between her caressing fingers. But he's deliciously wide. She could hardly wait to sample him and Bonnie Mae's jeans felt wet as she contemplated the double pleasure in store for her tonight.
Emil got so worked up watching the curvaceous redhead jag his friend off that he quickly opened his pants to expose his own hardening prick. As his eager eyes devoured the girl's fiery nipples, flaming under the urgency of the fingers that pinched and twisted, Emil's balls quivered and his throbbing penis swelled with excitement.
Bonnie Mae was thoroughly enjoying the sweet torture that her huge boobs were receiving but knew, from experience, that it was time to stop. She was afraid that Weasel was getting too excited too soon. His purplish, thick mushroom was dripping pre-coital juices and spittle trickled down one side of his chin. So she let go of his swollen penis and lifted his fingers from her quivering breasts.
"That's enough for now, honey," she told him. "You don't want to shoot your load yet, Weasel." Not till your thick cock is buried deep in my love nest, she thought as hips swaying, she sauntered into the living room.
Conscious of their eyes following her, the green-eyed girl went over to the stereo and turned it on. "All their records are lousy," she complained as an instrumental with a Latin beat filled the air. "But this is a party, right fellas? So what the hell, let's dance."
Losing herself to the sensuous beat of the music, Bonnie Mae began to jerk her full hips, accenting the sharp, inward curve of her slender waist. Her luscious, full breasts bounced and bobbed under the clingy, green knit top covering them. Like a seductive, beckoning eyes, the girl's navel winked at Emil and Weasel as her lithe torso convulsed GO-GO style.
"Hot in here, isn't it, boys?" she asked with a wicked grin. "Let's all get comfy." Keeping time with the heavy, sensual beat of the music, the girl jerked and twisted until her jeans slid down her well-shaped, creamy legs. Stepping out of them, she put her thumbs in the sides of her bikini panties and slowly pushed them down over her rounded hips.
Turning to give the gaping boys a rear view, she gyrated and thrust her behind out, the panties slipping to offer them the deep cleavage of her ample, quivering, white buttocks. The panties dropped to the carpet and Bonnie Mae danced away from them. Running her hands through her auburn mane, she half-closed her eyes and pivoted to face her spellbound audience.
Swirling her hips in a slow, wide circle, the sexually aroused beauty made her way over to the boys, pausing before each one to bump and grind her hungry pussy in front of their swollen, dripping cocks.
Emil's hand reached out but Bonnie Mae was too fast for him. Laughing huskily, the girl backed away. "Come on, fellas," she urged, lifting her green top. Her magnificent breasts thrust forward proudly as she pulled the knit shirt over her head and tossed it aside. "Don't just stand there with your fly open. Take it off-"
As the boys fumbled with their clothes, Bonnie Mae continued to dance. As she jerked and convulsed, perspiration formed in tiny beads on her excited body. Her luscious breasts glistened and trembled, their rosy, young nipples beckoning eagerly as she moved across the carpet. As the music slowed, the wanton babysitter began to sway slowly in place, stroking her firm thighs. Her hands moved upward, trailing across the auburn hairs of her pulsating genital area. Shivering, she caressed the creamy wetness within the prickly lips of her vulva, her long, flaming hair falling across her shoulders as her head rolled in lustful abandon.
Her searching, eager hands abandoned her throbbing love nest to slither up her sweating torso as she swayed in time to the music. Stroking her ivory breasts, she cupped them until they stood out like two huge melons. Then, as the music pounded to a crescendo finale, the girl responded by dancing wildly. Beads of sweat trickled down her buttocks and breasts. The snowy mounds of flesh trembled and shook on the jerking, convulsing young body.
The music stopped and the girl dropped to the rug, flushed and panting. She watched, her eyes bright and her pussy throbbing, as the two boys approached, their big, red pricks bobbing at her like two snakes ready to strike. Rising to her knees, the naked girl arched her back to show off the exquisite fullness of her pink-tipped, pleading breasts. Lips apart, she slid her fingers up her slippery torso to let them close around each swollen mound of flesh, offering one to each boy. "Suck me!" she gasped. One on each side of her arched and sweating body, the boys' mouths sought their prey. Ripples of pain and pleasure delighted Bonnie Mae as their warm, eager mouths closed around her rigid, pointed nipples. Emil sucked her right nipple good and hard, the way she loved, his teeth bruising the tender flesh as he gave it a thorough workover inside his grasping, wet mouth.
Weasel didn't pull so hard but sucked up as much tit as he could without gagging. His entire mouth was filled with the delicious melon of flesh and the boy moaned with enjoyment over this rare and tasty treat. This is the sweetest tit I've ever tasted, he realized, his balls aching as his cheeks worked in and out. His tongue flicked over the girl's entire areola, encircling it with agonizing slowness, then probing at the swollen tip of her nipple.
Panting, Bonnie Mae's excitement mounted. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, pumping her hips forward, her eyes glazed. "That feels good." She felt the jabs of their dripping penises as they pushed against her from both sides. I don't know which feels best, she thought, panting as the boys' warm mouths devoured her. Emil's mucking or Weasel's tongue. Her boobs had never gotten such a great going over and Bonnie Mae was half-crazed with sexual pleasure.
Weasel tasted the sticky sweetness of the girl's excitement as his tongue manipulated the tip of her gently oozing nipple. He swallowed, his tongue hard and cruel as he drank greedily, longing for more. As he sucked, he shoved his pulsating penis against her sweating body. Christ, how he ached to shove it into her cunt!
Emil was throbbing, too, and he sucked harder, rubbing his stiff, inflamed rod against the girl's thigh. He drew blood and hot pains shot through the girl's punished mound of flesh but God, how she loved it! She arched her back even more and pumped her pelvis wildly.
"Harder!" she panted, her arms trembling as she arched and gyrated. At last, her excitement reached a glorious peak and suddenly, Bonnie Mae went rigid. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and she cried out as wave after wave of sensual pleasure coursed maddeningly through her body. The slick walls of her young vagina rippled and convulsed as the lovely girl enjoyed a deep, thrilling orgasm.
Watching her climax aroused the boys even more. "Jeez, I can't wait no longer," Emil panted, releasing the girl's breast. Weasel let go of his prize, too, and Bonnie Mae slumped to the floor, sprawled and naked, her auburn hair spilling about the carpet. She sighed blissfully, her wet, sore nipples pointing accusingly at their recent tormentors.
Weasel moved aside to let his more aggressive friend mount the girl. It's only fair Emil get to fuck her first, he rationalized as he watched the short, stocky young stud straddle her. After all, she's really his piece and he could have had her all to hisself tonight.
The boy's close-set eyes glittered with excitement as he watched his buddy spread the girl's thighs and with broad thumbs, open the fuzzy lips of her cunt. The pimply-faced spectator licked his lips at the blooming, pink petals that Emil had exposed. Seeing the girl's milky nectar of passion, Weasel's trembling hand fingered the sensitive, gaping opening of his thick rod. He could hardly wait his turn. How he ached to shove his pulsating, massive prick into that fuzzy little cunt, to empty his quivering balls deep inside her passion-coated slit.
Emil slid his wide hands under her buttocks and grabbed, lifting the girl's hips. Grunting with pleasure, he rammed his long penis into her oily vagina. He pushed hard, eager to penetrate the length of her love tunnel and Bonnie Mae gasped, thrilling to every inch of his wondrously long cock.
Tilting the girl's hips to gain greater access to her eagerly grasping, dripping cunt, the hook-nosed boy was soon pounding against the mouth of her cervix. Still, he pushed harder, ramming her again and again, his balls slapping her buttocks as, grunting, he soared higher and higher, fucking for all he was worth.
The lovely, young redhead rolled her head from side to side, moaning. Christ, it felt good! "Deeper!" she gasped. Emil's hands continued to pump her trembling buttocks upward as he fucked harder. Moaning, she clasped her slender legs around the boy's neck straining towards his every brutal thrust.
Panting with lust, Weasel stroked his swollen sacs. As he watched the writhing, fiercely copulating couple before him, the boy's frustrated penis dripped its longing onto the carpet.
Pumping savagely now, Emil emitted a low, gurgling sound as his long, punishing penis jerked and spurted inside the girl, releasing his pent-up desires against her cervix and rippling vaginal walls.
Bonnie Mae's legs clasped tighter and she dug her fingernails into Emil's back. A high-pitched cry sprang from her lips. Feeling the boy's warm sperm shoot into her in thrilling, convulsive spurts, she reached her second climax.
Emil unwound the girl's limp legs from around his neck and dismounted, offering the piece of ass to his pal. Weasel eagerly took the first boy's place, his eyes glazed, and hands trembling in lustful anticipation. He climbed on top of her but Emil had a better idea.
"Fuck her from behind, Weasel," he suggested. "Give her a real treat."
Eager to cooperate, Bonnie Mae rolled over and got up on her hands and knees, offering the blemished boy her full, white buttocks. She could hardly wait to sample this fresh piece of meat.
The boy ran his fingers down the sweaty sides of her slim waist, then along the curve of her wide hips, pulling her against him. He fumbled for a few moments, trying to find the right opening, then his throbbing, dribbling mushroom head slid easily into her passion-soaked slot.
This piece of ass was worth waiting for. Whimpering with excitement, the boy shoved himself into the slick opening. Bonnie Mae pushed her rump backwards to meet his every forward thrust, her huge, dangling breasts bouncing back and forth as she pumped enthusiastically. She felt the walls of her vagina stretch to accommodate this thick, new conqueror and was aroused once again.
"Come on, Weasel," Emil urged, enjoying his front-row seat now that he'd had his fun. "Go to it, pal. Give her the fucking of her life!"
Weasel responded by pumping his slender hips forward with even greater vigor, withdrawing his quivering rod almost completely before he slammed it back in again. His swollen testicles slapped against the back of Bonnie Mae's thighs with each re-entry.
Emil sprawled beside them on the carpet, enjoying his friend's lustful whimpers, the girl's grunts of pleasure, and the slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
Her muscles straining, Bonnie Mae lifted her buttocks higher. Her elbows buckled as Weasel gained speed and momentum, making her dangling breasts rub against the soft carpet as she pumped back and forth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes hooded with sexual pleasure. The swollen organ rubbing against the quivering, sperm-coated walls of her love slot felt marvelous and the lusty knowledge that Emil was watching their performance added to her carnal pleasure. For once, she didn't have to fantasize about Nick in order to enjoy herself. Two sexual partners was a new adventure for the girl, one she found so stimulating that pretending was unnecessary.
With one final inward jab, Weasel uttered a strange, animal-like cry, his entire body shuddering as he reached the ultimate moment of sexual release. His trembling hands grabbed for the girl's dangling tits and he squeezed and kneaded their firm, white flesh as he squirted his love juice deep inside her.
The pulsating, hot spurts felt so good that Bonnie Mae dropped to her elbows, groaning with satisfaction as her luscious, young body thrilled to the ripples of still another orgasm.
Weasel collapsed on top of her and they fell, limp and spent, sprawled together on the carpet. The sounds of labored breathing filled the air. Bathed by the warmth of afterglow, Bonnie Mae reached for Weasel's hand.
"Well, time to get your ass moving, Weasel," Emil ordered, abruptly now that the show was over. "We better get the hell out of here before the kid's old man turns up."
Rising on one elbow, Bonnie Mae glanced at the clock, blinking in surprise at the lateness of the hour. "My," she said, sitting up to stretch lazily. "How time flies when you're having fun, huh, fellas?"
She expected them to answer, or at least laugh, but the boys seemed preoccupied with their clothes. They dressed quickly and with hurried good-byes left the Conway house. The girl locked the door behind them and sighed. Suddenly, her naked body didn't feel so tingly anymore.
That's what's wrong with all of them, she decided, making her way to the bathroom. Once they have their fun, that's it. They forget all about me. She could just picture them rushing down to the pizzeria to boast about the good time she'd given them tonight.
And she had to admit that they'd given her a rollicking time, too. At least, she'd thought so at the time. But now, doubt and confusion set in. Why then, was this familiar sadness settling over her as she cleansed her body? And then she faced the bitter truth. Once again, she knew that the physical satisfaction she'd experienced tonight was only temporary. Just like all the other times she'd had sex.
Oh, it had been exciting, all right, a real novelty having two lovers. Still, it wasn't enough. Something was missing. Now that the lustful evening was over, Bonnie Mae felt a strange sort of emptiness. She longed for something more in her life, something she had not yet experienced.
Just what that intangible something was she did not know. Yet, a small voice somewhere inside told the girl that once she found whatever it was she was searching for, she would be truly happy, that as a woman, she would know complete and lasting fulfillment.
After she bathed herself, the girl returned to the living room to retrieve the clothing she'd strewn about while performing her sensual dance. As she bent to pick them up, she noticed the spots on the carpet. Emil and Weasel had left milky traces of sperm. She wriggled into her clothes and started into the kitchen to get something to clean the soiled carpet when she heard a key turning in the lock.
Hurrying back to the living room, she sat down on the sofa and opened a magazine. It was too late to do anything about the rug now. She'd just have to hope that the stains would dry up and go unnoticed. She didn't want to lose this job and Bonnie Mae was afraid that should Mrs. Conway find out what was going on here during her absence, the woman would definitely fire her. The teenage babysitter had the distinct impression that the platinum-haired woman resented her, anyway.
"Hi there, Bonnie Mae," Ralph Conway greeted, coming in from kitchen. "You still awake?"
Bonnie Mae looked up from the magazine and blinked in mock surprise. "Oh, Mr. Conway!" she exclaimed. "I didn't realize it was so late."
He gave her a sympathetic smile. "You should have napped, my dear. After all, you have to get up for school in the morning. Come on, I'll see you to your door. Your mother must worry until you're safely home."
Bonnie Mae suppressed the bitter reply that leaped to her tongue. That's a laugh, she thought, as she followed her attractive employer to the door. The only thing Ma worries about is getting me off her hands.
As he held the door open for her, the lovely, young redhead noticed the way that Ralph Conway's gray eyes took in her entire figure, the way they flickered with unspoken admiration. And she smiled. For she was fairly certain that should Ralph Conway ever find out about her little sexual escapades in his house, she wouldn't lose her job. Him, she was pretty sure she could handle.
Just how well-and how intimately-she was going to handle Ralph Conway, Bonnie Mae was yet to discover!