Chapter 2

Sitting in the back seat beside Sam, Bonny turned her torso from the waist, pivoting fluidly, and looked out the rear window. She giggled when she saw her mother shaking her fist furiously at the departing car. Bonny was not at all happy about the arrangements to send her to the home for wayward girls and she figured she owed her mother no respect now. She had never showed her mother any respect before, but now she figured she had a good reason for maintaining that attitude.

- If she had been labeled wayward, she damned well deserved the fun of actually being wayward, Bonny thought. And although the idea of going to the home for wayward girls was dismal and depressing, Bonny could not help but secretly feel a bit proud that she was such a naughty girl.

When she wriggled around to look out the rear window, the movement turned her tits toward Sam who, being an opportunist, immediately clamped a hand on each firm, thrusting little tit and began to feel her up.

Bonny did not object.

She turned her face back and let Sam kiss her. It was necessary to kiss, she knew, although she got no particular thrill out of it. The thing was, if a girl would fuck without being kissed, it was really bad for her reputation. Only ugly girls allowed intimacy without kissing first. Bonny was particular about that and had only slipped up and fucked without kissing two or three times in her whole young life, and only then because she had forgotten-a natural and understandable oversight at times.

Sam was no expert kisser.

He ground his mouth around on hers and she could feel the hard blocks of his teeth under the softness of his lips. Bonny opened her mouth, but he was too dumb to know he ought to stick his tongue into it.

He was however, massaging her tits quite nicely.

Her nipples, which were almost always stiff, had swelled into his palms. He pulled his hand slowly away, his fingers drawing together as they slid down her boobs and then plucking at her tingling little nuggets. He repeated this withdrawing caress over and over and Bonny began to pant into his mouth. It took very little to get Bonny aroused. She was not a girl who needed romance or emotional attachments or avowals of true love-Bonny was motivated by pure, physical lust.

She had certain preferences.

She preferred a boy to be good looking, if possible, and she liked big cocks. But that was incidental.

Mainly, she simply liked to fuck.

Bonny was squirming and wriggling as Sam felt her up.

Ralph was turned around, looking over the back of the seat with an excited expression. Tom had shot a quick glance back but was more concerned with driving the car, for he was one of those youths whose sexuality is inextricably linked up with his automobile. He had lost his virginity in a car, every single fuck and most of the petting he'd ever done had been in a car, he got nervous and turned pale at the very thought of fucking in a bedroom, and planned, when he got married, to honeymoon in a camper.

He drove steadily, left shoulder dropped, a cigarette in his lips. He was heading out of town towards the local lover's lane, automatically, as if the car were on tracks.

Ralph crawled over the seat and got in the back, with Bonny in the middle. Sam politely removed one hand, yielding up a plump tit for Ralph. Ralph began to rub it against his palm. Bonny twisted nimbly and let Ralph kiss her, so he wouldn't get the idea she could be felt up without kissing.

Ralph kissed better than Sam and knew how to thrust his tongue into her mouth. They swapped tongues for a few minutes, then Bonny twisted back and kissed Sam again, showing no favoritism because, although Sam did not kiss as well as Ralph did, he had a bigger prick. Bonny didn't know if there was any cause and effect involved, nor did she care. She was getting very hot.

Sam placed his hand on her lean thigh and began to stroke up and down. Bonny's legs parted immediately. Ralph put his hand on her other leg and rubbed. Sam stroked up to the frayed bottom of her ripped-off jeans and slipped his fingers under the denim. Then he hesitated, for they were at the stage of ritual now.

Bonny reached down, took his wrist, and pulled his hand away from her crotch.

He immediately put it back and it was all right the second time; she had proved that she was not the loose sort of girl who allowed a boy to finger fuck her without a certain degree of resistance and reluctance.

Sam's fingers slid up inside her jeans and he began to finger her cunt through her damp panties.

Bonny kissed Sam passionately.

Then Ralph slid his hand up, pushing Sam's aside. Bonny turned to Ralph and kissed him with plenty of tongue involved while he rubbed up and down her cunt.

The two horny lads alternated now, taking turns stroking her cunt through her panties while Bonny twisted to and fro, kissing whichever boy was touching her at the moment.

Her tits did not go unattended.

Each youth still cupped a breast in the hand he was not using to caress her cunt.

Bonny was excited and eager to get to the lover's lane, so she could allow them to remove her shorts and panties. She could not allow them to do that while the car was moving. For some vaguely acknowledged reason, only a pure tramp would let her loins be bared before they reached the destination-it was far less sinful to fuck in a lover's lane, where fucking was expected, than it would have been en route, as if she were so horny that she could not bide her time.

But she was enjoying the modified caress, hampered and hindered though it might be, beneath her jeans but outside of her panties. She knew that Ralph, who kissed better than Sam, was also a better cunt rubber. It was hard to differentiate at the moment, with her crotch still covered up, but this was a value judgment she had made in the past. Ralph knew enough to tenderly rub the love bud and trace along the sensitive cunt lips, whereas Sam always jammed his middle finger straight up the hole and began to finger fuck recklessly.

Sam was, in fact, pretty useless as far as the delicacies and finer points of lovemaking were concerned.

The only thing was--he did have that nice big prick.

Sam's cock was longer than Ralph's and fatter than Tom's, a big stout rod capped by a mushroom-shaped knob, the style of dick that Bonny preferred.

Ralph's cock was thick enough, but she thought that maybe it only looked thick because it was lacking in length. It did, however, have a nice fat vein running prominently up the underside of the shaft and spreading out at the delta of the head.

Tom's cock was as long as Sam's, but not nearly as broad and he had one of those sharply tapered knobs that, Bonny always thought, were mostly good for prying into tight holes such as those possessed by virgins--or assholes--and not nearly as satisfying as a big mushroom head like Sam's.

Tom, however, had a car.

A car could make up for inches of dick, she knew, because a dick was useless, no matter how massive it might be, if there was no place where it could be used.

All in all, she thought, the three boys were pretty equal and she loved them all about the same. In moments of passion they had even spoken about marrying her, and she had agreed to be their fiancee, although she was clever enough to see that there was something of a paradox involved.

The old Ford had passed the city limits now and as soon as the sign flashed past, like a symbol of chastity abandoned, Bonny put her hands on the boys' cocks and began to rub them through their blue jeans, tracing the shafts and cupping the balls and fingering the cockheads.

The boys' caresses faltered and became erratic as they began to whimper under her hands.

Feeling those hard, potent cocks surging so lustily, Bonny suddenly had the horrible thought that she would not be able to date these boys once she was in the home for wayward girls. Oh, she could sneak out, she knew, but she figured the restrictions would be more strict than those imposed by her mother, who often got drunk and allowed Bonny to escape.

She said, "I got to go to the wayward girls' home tomorrow."

"How come?" Sam asked, poking his middle finger up her gash-pushing her wet panties right up into her cunt.

"My mom is making me go."

"Gee, that's a shame. You ain't so wayward."

Bonny wriggled on his hand and squeezed both cocks.

"She's a bitch, is why. I figure she don't want me around the house so she can bring men home. That's what I figure. She don't want me catching her on the job ... if I ain't there, she can fuck all over the house."

"We'll wait for you, Bonny," Ralph said, tenderly.

"Suck, too," said Bonny.

"Your mom suck?" Sam asked. "Oh, yeah."

He clicked his tongue.

"She'll probably bring a different guy home every day, once I'm not home," Bonny said, sounding rather envious. It was nice to be grownup and be able to fuck in a house, she thought. As soon as she was grown-up, plenty of house-fucking was gonna get done, you could count on that.

"You guys don't think I'm wayward, huh?" she asked.

"Naw," they said.

The car drove on and Ralph and Sam took turns finger fucking her and soon enough they came to the lover's lane.

The lover's lane was officially called Blue Bell Point but among the local youths it had come to be called Blue Bell Point, because so many of them had wound up there with girls who didn't fuck and left them in frustration. Some of the local girls were so evil, in fact, that they would not even jerk a guy off to relieve him after a session of necking.

Bonny had always done her best to prove that not all girls were so heartless.

Now Tom drove the car off the road and parked under a large tree that bent over the automobile like a solicitous parent over a cradle. A little stream burbled along beside the tree and a field, dotted with flowers, stretched away in the distance. It was a pretty place where romance would not have been out of order. Girls had gotten engaged under that spreading tree and many a virgin had been deflowered in the flowering field; many lusty youths had lost their innocence and first-time-ever blow jobs had been abundantly dealt out to eager recipients. White buds hung from the limbs of the tree like blobs of cum from a spent cock and the stream broke its flow around rocks in a foamy white turbulence reminiscent of ejaculation while, overhead, tit-firm white clouds floated across a sky as blue as a broken heart.

Tom got out of the car and opened the back door.

"Out," he said, hooking his thumb over his shoulder.

"How come you always go first?" Sam whined.

"'Cause it's my car, is why. If I didn't have a car, you two guys would be walking around with hard-ons the whole fucking day. That's why, you jerks."

Well, that was true, but Sam and Ralph sighed, thinking it unfair that they had got the preliminary love play accomplished and had to wait for seconds and thirds.

Reluctantly, they got out. Tom got in the back seat with Bonny. He put his arm around her neck and kissed her vigorously.

He slammed his tongue into Bonny's mouth and she began to suck on it. Then he drew his tongue back and hers went with it, following into his mouth, to be sucked upon in turn.

He squeezed her tit.

"I love you, Bonny," he told her, for he was a bit of a sweet talking young man.

"I love you, too, Tom."

"Better than Ralph or Sam?"

Bonny glanced over his shoulder to make sure neither of those boys was listening. They were standing some distance away, sullenly bemoaning their lot and, in profile, Bonny could see that both their cocks were standing out in bas-relief.

"Sure," she said. "I love you most of all."

Tom grunted, satisfied.

He said, "I know that, Bonny. That's the only reason I don't mind if you fuck those two jerks. I know I'm number one, see? I don't have no call to be jealous." He had a nice way of sneering when he spoke romantically. His hair was dark and curly and glistened with oil. He knew how to dance.

Bonny took up her cue.

"And that's the only reason I fuck them," she said. " 'Cause they're your friends, Tom. Really, I only like fucking you. I'm glad you always fuck me first."

"No sloppy seconds for this kid," he said.

"I think it's real kind and generous of you to share your girl with your friends," she said. She looked again, saw that the other two were out of earshot, and said, "I bet they couldn't get a girl at all, without you."

Tom beamed hugely.

His cock surged in his jeans and he glowed with such pride that his hair oil seemed to shine even brighter.

He took Bonny's hand and pulled it onto his cock.

She began to rub and stroke and pet him while he felt her tits through her tee shirt. Then he pulled her shirt up and slipped his hands underneath and began massaging her naked, stiff-tipped boobs with his palms. He pulled at the nipples with his fingers.

Bonny was seething now, wriggling on the seat and panting with long gasps as the thrill slid around through her nubile body and came to rest in her crotch.

Her nipples were like starter buttons; pressed, they ignited the engine of her lust. Tom pulled her tee shirt all the way up and, bending down, took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked lovingly and Bonny gasped and squirmed. His greasy head moved back and forth, sucking each nipple in turn. Chivalrously, he said, "Nice tits." "You do that so nice," she responded. She loved the way he talked so romantically; it was a shame that all boys were not so glib and sweet-tongued. "Take my cock out," he said. Unable to resist an offer so eloquently phrased, Bonny pulled his zipper down and dragged his dork from his fly. She began to play with it with both hands, fingering the pointed tip with one hand pumping the shaft with the other.

Tom leaned back, not touching her for the moment, taking his own pleasure in her caresses.

Bonny gazed at his cock; she liked to look at a prick while she played with it, the visual pleasure enhancing the tactile delights of such erotic love play. His knob was flushed dark red and hot to the touch, like a poker that has been dipped in a fire. Bonny thought that the tip was smoking but that might have been a trick of her vision, for her eyes were misty with desire.

After a few moments, Tom grunted and pulled her hands off his tumescent cock. His dick was humming like a tuning fork and he was afraid he might blow his load before he got stuck up her cunt, which would have been a tragedy. Quite a few of the girls Tom took out in his Ford refused to fuck and forced him to settle for handjobs--to take a handjob from a girl who did fuck would be ironic, he figured, although it felt real nice--Bonny was expert and talented in the art of pork pulling.

He unsnapped the waist of her shorts and pulled the zipper down. Bonny hiked her ass off the seat so that he could drag them down her hips and he did so. They were very tight and it took a certain amount of effort, but she wriggled her pelvis to help him and they squeezed down her lithe hips and then went easily down her trim thighs. Tom pulled the shorts off her foot and left them like a noose around her other ankle.

Bonny spread her legs wide apart.

He stroked her cunt half a dozen times, through her soaking panties, then hooked his thumbs under the elastic and drew the panties down. Bonny's cunt was steaming. The pink lips were unfurled like the petals of a flower, streaked with creamy dew, and the slot was flooded with cunt juice.

While Tom pulled her panties off, Bonny removed her tee shirt, so that she was naked. She hated to get fucked while she still had any clothing on. It seemed so immature.

Bonny lay back on the seat, her knees raised and her thighs parted. Tom looked at her cunt for a moment, grinning crookedly. He figured she must really be in love with him, to get so hot before he even put his cock to her and even to let his ugly friends fuck her.

Looking at her smoldering twat, he wriggled out of his own jeans. He didn't bother to take his shirt off. He wrapped one hand around the root of his cock, holding it, and began to rub her pussy with the other hand. She sighed and moaned and whimpered. He pushed his middle finger up her hole and she began to hump her ass up and down in simulated fucking. He added a second finger, then a third, push-pulling them in and out of her wet gash slowly. He would have added the fourth finger, as well, but he had some vague idea that she might be insulted at the thought that he could get his whole hand up her cunt.

Her pussy was, in fact, remarkably tight for a girl who took so much dick. She knew how to work her cunt muscles, clamping her love box firmly around whatever sized object happened to be up it at any given moment. Not a bad talent for a girl to have.

She was working those muscles now and her cunt was clutching at his fingers, pulling and sucking.

Now the situation was reserved.

Bonny was afraid she would come with his fingers up her, instead of waiting for his prick.

"Fuck me, Tommy honey," she whispered. Tom knelt on the seat, between her thighs. He guided his tapered cock towards her cunt. Bonny arched her back, lifting his tapered cock towards her cunt. Bonny arched her back, lifting her crotch into position and he fitted the head of his cock to her slot and worked it around a bit, as if he were stirring a thick stew with a ladle.

"Put it in!" she wailed.

Tom braced his knees and began to feed the meat to her, pushing in inch by inch. His cock went in easily, on the oily lubricants of lust, the shaft opening up in the wake of the tapering knob. He worked the whole length in and then held himself rigid above her, enjoying the sensation of having the full length of his dick buried in hot, wet cunt.

Bonny held herself motionless, too, as she thrilled to the feeling of being full of cock.

Then she gave a little, tentative push with her pelvis and, taking the hint, Tom began to fuck her vigorously.

He cupped his hands under her taut, straining ass, holding her nubile pelvis up like a platform into which he could stroke and he poured the pecker to her with long, rippling strokes.

Bonny met him thrust for thrust, in counterpoint. As Tom fed the dork to her, she pushed her cunt down over it like a snug collar; as he withdrew, she wriggled her hips from side to side, adding torque to the straight-in friction. Her cunt was working on his dick like a wringer.

"Oh, Tom! Tommy!" she wailed.

She clamped her thighs over his flanks and locked her heels behind his knees. Her belly danced and her hips rolled as he ground the dick into her steadily. He went in with long, underslung strokes at first, then raised up, changing the angle, so that his cock was running across her clit with each thrust. That rigid little bud was tingling; it seemed to brand his cock as he passed over it. He worked into her, plying and levering and plunging, his cock hissing up her wet hole.

Her whole supple body began to vibrate.

She was moaning softly, deep in her throat, and her movements had become convulsive as her orgasm neared. A climax lurked always at a shallow depth in Bonny's loins and Tom's vigorous fucking was bringing it quickly to the surface.

And Tom, with the potency of his tender years, was rising right along with her.

Bonny arched her back deeply, throwing her lean belly up as she bridged, fashioning hooks of her thighs and a cup of her pelvis as she took his thrusts. "I'm coming!"she cried. He slammed in to the hilt. "Come, Tommy! Fuck me!" Tom drove in furiously, her words supercharging the passion that their fucking had aroused. His dick felt like a heated crowbar, levering over the fulcrum of her clitoris and plunging into her smoldering cauldron. Suddenly he howled like a crazed wolf. He drove in savagely and his cock erupted volcanically in the depths of Bonny's loins. She felt his hot cream splatter into her cunt and it played the catalyst, changing her own electric thrill to a liquid discharge. Her cunt melted and cunt juice poured out to mingle with his thick cum.

Fucking in with sharp jolts, Tom emptied his balls into her hole quickly, almost impatiently. Then he stopped moving and held himself steady while the oversexed little nymph squirmed around on his buried joystick, working off the final spasms of her own thrilling climax on his spent cock.

"Gee," she said. "You sure can make me come."

Tom drew his dick out. It was staring to shrink and soften, hanging its head.

He looked at her suspiciously.

"You don't come when Sam or Ralph fuck you, do you?" he asked.

"Of course not, silly!" she lied.

"Yeah. I don't mind you fucking those jerks, as long as you don't enjoy it."

Bonny was looking at his prick, wondering whether he would screw her again before he yielded his place to one of the other horny lads. She didn't mind if he did. But she could see that he was drained for the moment, his cock starting to retract back into his loins.

She began to grow impatient for his replacement.

She said, "Who fucks me next, Ralph or Sam?"

"Don't matter. Does it?"

"Oh, not at all," she said, quickly. "I just want to get it over with, Tom ... 'cause I only like fucking you. It's a chore with those jerks, that's what it is."

"Yeah, I know. I think you're a real nice girl to let guys like that ball you, Bonny. Real, like, you know ... charitable."

"Don't mean nothing, Tommy. It's just like my cunt was a lending library, or something; it don't hurt to let those poor jerks get their rocks off in me. As long as you understand."

"Maybe I'll fuck you again, afterwards," he said. "Normally, I don't take no sloppy thirds, but seeing as how you got to go to the home for wayward girls tomorrow and I might not see you for a while ... and since I love you ..."

Bonny felt a surge of affection for Tommy, thoughtful fellow that he was. But it quickly passed.

She was ready for the next fuck in line.

Bonny wanted to get plenty of cock up her that afternoon, because she was afraid that, in some home for wayward girls, dick would be conspicuous by its absence.

Little did she know....