Chapter 2
Whatever Bonnie Wants
"You know, you sell cars and especially you sell used cars for a living, and you meet some strange people and see strange things.
"I met Gloria R-one night when she came by looking for something with four wheels and a rubber band. Sixty bucks tops. Old iron.
"And with her is her daughter, Bonnie. Now, Bonnie caught my eye right away. With those jugs of hers she'd catch the eye of a dead man. It wasn't just those melons. It was her long blonde wavy hair and her turned up nose and those wide blue eyes. Bonnie reminded me of a very young Marilyn Monroe. But she had a kind of unfinished look. Just a shade too much baby fat on her face, and she didn't have quite the sleek shape you knew was coming in another year.
"Gloria wears her hair short. She's blonde, too, and she has the jugs, but they're tired. You know? She's a low-paid drugstore clerk, divorced, trying to bring up the kid on that kind of salary. No way.
"I got to talking to Gloria about cars and things. Got to know her. Got her story. She attracted me. I liked her. She wasn't fooling herself. She didn't pretend. Honest and open. I like that. I don't see it much, in my business.
"I didn't have any iron on the lot cheap enough for Gloria. What kind of a car can you get for sixty bucks and about five a month payments? A junker.
"But I made a date with her, got her address, and started taking her and Bonnie to dinner maybe once a week, and to shows ... that kind of thing. I usually stayed at their place till Bonnie went to bed. Then Gloria and me'd watch some TV and wait for Bonnie to probably fall asleep, and we'd fool around on the sofa. Sometimes Gloria and me'd drive over to my place and fuck up a storm, with some trimmings.
"I'm in my late thirties. And Gloria is thirty-four. At that age she still looks damned good, even if there are some lines around her eyes coming in and her jugs sag some. They're still impressive as hell in a bra. Forty D-cup, I think she said once.
"But, every guy dreams in the back of his mind of getting some really fresh young stuff
-like Bonnie-ripe and lush and wide-eyed and sort of a virgin. Or at least not very experienced. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Dangerous. Jailbait. But you dream about it, not very seriously. Even if you know a chick Tike that, you figure there's no chance, and even if you had a chance ... would you take it? But I had it with Bonnie! Wowie ... did I! It built up. And it was her doing. Her offer. Shit, you'd have to say she seduced me, almost.
"This night-oh, four months ago-I brought Gloria home from a show. Bonnie hadn't gone with us because it was a school night. We got in about twelve-thirty. Gloria checked to see if Bonnie was okay and asleep, then she started water for coffee for me, because I had a long drive home.
"And we sat on the sofa-an old green tweed thing with a curved back-and started kissing. Gloria loves to kiss. She's a very mouthy woman, and I'm not complaining. She loves to open her mouth wide and spread her lips out and sink her tongue into my mouth and let me suck it. Then she'll suck my tongue, too. That's what brings my pecker up!
"We were on that sofa and kissing like that, getting involved, tonguing like that, and I started to unbutton her blouse to get at her big jugs. Gloria was coming into her period or something, because she was a lot hotter that night, from less kissing, than I ever remember. She was clutching me, pressing against me ... and when I started on her blouse she whispered, 'I can do that, too, honey.' She dropped her hand on my pants sliding it up to my pecker. Gloria knows how to handle a man. Lots of girls don't. That was a fast go-ahead signal. I got her blouse open fast while she squeezed me like she had a cow's teat in her hands and was trying to get milk.
"Gloria wears stretch bras ... and when she walks her jugs get a good jiggle going sometimes, if the rhythm is right.
"She didn't want me to feel around with her bra on. She said, 'I'm horny as hell tonight. Get this out in the open for me.' She gave my pecker a special squeeze and then shifted away to get her blouse and bra off. I watched her as I unzipped and pulled out my log. She got off the blouse and laid it carefully on the back of the sofa, then leaned forward and unhooked that heavy bra. I could see those big jugs relax and sag away from her chest. She peeled the straps down her arms and the big white cups fell off all that white flesh.
"Gloria has the kind of nipples I like-hell, the kind all men like-big, puffy ones that stick out like they were made for a month. A man's mouth. She put the bra aside and turned to me. Her mouth smiled, wide and loose. She's got a sucker's mouth, Gloria has. I noticed it that first night. I can always tell a woman who-likes to suck peckers.
"Yeah, Bonnie's got the same kind of mouth!
"We took turns that night. I got my hands on those big, soft, white jugs and had me a ball ... leaned over and started sucking on those swollen nipples. Hers are like red berries. They stick out nice and hard. I sucked and squeezed and felt those jugs for about ten minutes, sometimes lifting my head to take her mouth and tongue.
"Her mouth got warmer and warmer, looser and looser. Her tongue was insane. She was breathing loose and fast.
"She said, 'My turn now, Vern. Let me ... for a minute....'
"Gloria loves to suck. No question, and she loves to fuck. She screws like a mink. She had one of those twists of plastic put in her womb so she wouldn't get pregnant.
"But I know why her old man divorced her. She has a habit of talking in movies, and jabbing a guy with her elbow when something funny or important happens on the screen. And she yaks a lot about nothing, just to yak. I couldn't live with that day in and day out, but I can stand it once or twice a week. Besides, she doesn't yak when she's sucking my pecker with that hot, loose, wild mouth of hers.
"This night I'm telling about, it was nearly one A.M. when she took hold of my pecker and bent over slow and easy to put it in her mouth. I said she knows how to handle a man. She has the know-how in her fingers. She just has that special touch that comes with wanting to please a guy. Can't be taught. It's a certain gentle, tender liking for a pecker, either in her hands or in her mouth or in her cunt.
"Gloria used both hands to stroke my log, with her fingertips, then with her hands and palms, before sliding those hot, loose lips over the head.
"Her head went down and I felt that tongue licking around and around, then her lips touching and ever-so-slowly going down over the head. Then it was in her hot mouth. And her tongue kept on sliding around. Her lips were tight on it. She didn't have to do anything but that for five minutes, and I could come.
"But Gloria was an artist at it. She liked to very slowly fill her mouth with my pecker, as much as she could take without gagging, and all the time her tongue was eeling and curling. Then she'd pull her mouth up slowly and almost give up the head. Then down ... slowly ... I'm telling you ... that was out of this world. All I did was pet her hair and stroke her back and enjoy it.
"She was getting going good. I could tell she was enjoying using her mouth from her breathing. She was fondling the bottom half of my pecker with her fingers, and dipping into my pants to play with my nuts. I was laying back, slumped down in the cushions, simply enjoying her sucking me. I had my eyes half closed. Had my left hand in her hair. She was facing down, and facing away from the hallway and the kitchen. The TV was on low. Carson, I think, getting ready to sign off.
"Suddenly I heard a slight sound from the hallway. I looked over and there was Bonnie walking into the room like nothin's happening.
"She was three-quarters asleep. Scratching her long blonde hair, eyes almost closed, head down. She didn't see me at first. I don't think she realized anything.
"What knocked me out was this ... she wasn't wearing her pajama top. There she was naked to the waist! With those big, young half-tanned jugs hanging on her chest side by side like perfectly ripe white melons with small pink stems sticking out.
"I guess I made a sound. A gasp maybe. Gloria thought I was just appreciating her sucking.
"Bonnie was on her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water or milk or something to eat ... who knows. But she saw me and she slowed down and blinked and saw me! And she saw what Gloria was doing for me. She heard it, too, because that kind of sucking makes a nice wet sound. Bonnie took a few seconds to take it in, to realize what was going on.
"I didn't say or do a thing. My mind was going like greased lightning. I decided to let it happen. Whatever.
"Bonnie's eyes widened. They got big and round. Her hand came up and covered her mouth. Her eyes went from my face to her mother's slowly rising and falling head. Then she blushed. Her face got pink. Then she realized she was bare to the waist. She met my eyes for a long second. She looked so shocked! She brought her arms and elbows together to cover her jugs, then she turned like she'd been goosed and ran silently back into the hall and into the bedroom. She had sense enough not to slam the door.
"I'll bet she didn't sleep much that night. I'll bet she stood by that door and listened.
"I didn't tell Gloria a thing. Gloria was still sucking me, still lolling that fine tongue of hers around my pecker while she moved her hot mouth up and down on me.
"The incident aroused me. I kept seeing Bonnie's eyes, her mouth, her hair ... and those big, beautiful jugs. Fourteen years old and jugs like that! She didn't even need a bra. Not to hold them up. They had that firmness of flesh that comes with ripening.
"Gloria's good sucking got to me. I started to get that no-control melting pleasure in my lower guts. I knew another few seconds ... another four or five dips of her head and swirls of her tongue and I'd be too far gone to stop her.
"She wouldn't have cared too much if I'd've shot off in her mouth. I've done it lots of times. She turns my stomach a little sometimes when I do it. She gets wild when it happens. She snorts and breathes heavy through her nose and sucks-riding her mouth up and down on my pecker as fast and as far down as she can-and when I shoot my stuff off into her mouth she makes moaning noises in her throat, and her sucking gets even more wet and sticky sounding.
"She doesn't spit it out like most girls. She swallows it. I try not to watch. Sometimes I hear her throat working.
"But-anyway-that night. After Bonnie saw Gloria sucking me and I got so near to shooting, I said, 'Better stop and let me cool down.' I lifted her head up. 'I want to fuck you in a couple minutes.'
"She sat up. Her mouth was wet. She wiped her lips with the back of her arm. She asked me, 'like that?'
"I said she knew damned well I liked it. I started sucking up her jugs again, working on the nipples. I wondered if Bonnie would sneak down the hall and peek.
"I patted her capris and she opened them and pushed them down and kicked them off while I licked her nipples. She squirmed down her panties, too.
"Gloria has a wide, thick muff of hair on her between the legs. like a jungle. Blonde jungle.
"But her cunt is loose like her mouth when she's hot. It's wet and slippery. She oozes, sometimes, she gets so hot.
"When she got her panties off she spread open her legs. I got my hand down into her crotch and started finger fucking her. I've got a way of sliding my finger in and rubbing my palm over the lips and rubbing her hotspot, too. She starts to suck in her belly and work her hips like she's fucking, only slow and smooth, like she's got ball bearings in oil in her joints.
"I got the finger into her easy. She was eager for it, and I started feeling for the end of her cunt with my fingertip. There's a spot in there that she says sends sparkles through her when I touch it. like it's another hot spot of hers.
"I sucked on her nipples and fingered her. She squirmed and wriggled her hips, slow, like it was a luxury. Gloria likes to do things slow in sex, except when she goes off. Then it's gang-busters.
"She moaned low and throaty as I worked on her. I managed to touch that spot way up in her cunt and she gave a weird little shiver. She gasped. Her crotch started to get sloppy after about ten minutes of that. She was moaning louder, too,-and her hand was clutching my arm ... relaxing and tightening as I worked my finger in her.
"Gloria whispered, 'Let's do it now, Vern.' That was okay with me. My pecker was 'cool' and I was a little tired of sucking her nipples.
"She slipped off the sofa to the floor-onto an oval braided rug that covers most of the floorand she took one of the small pillows that always get in the way on a sofa. Gloria was stark naked. A hell of a good looking woman. While she got that pillow set under her ass, I took off my shoes and slipped off my pants, and underwear.
"My log was stiffening up good. I got on my knees between her legs. She reached for it with both hands and started that milking touch of hers, slow and gentle. Gloria said, 'You really can get me off with this thing, Vern.'
"I leaned down on my elbows and kissed that loose, sexy mouth of hers. I said, 'You like my big log, hmm?' She smiled and nodded. She put one hand on my ass and guided my pecker with the other when I pushed to get into her.
"I am pretty big. Long and thick. A hot model with a nine inch stroke. Wide bore. No brakes once it gets started. Free demonstration rides. Gloria is a satisfied customer. Anyway, she loves my pecker sunk into her as far as I can get it in, and that's total.
"She starts with her legs wide and flat, and in that position I can't get but about five inches in. She-likes it slow and easy, to get used to it, and to just enjoy the feel of it. She-likes to take her time. Gloria taught me that ... take your time and really feel the pleasure in slow fucking and sucking. Why go for broke to get to the climax? The climax only lasts a few seconds and then you're all through.
"I sank my log into her and felt the hot juiciness of her cunt, and the inside tightness and looseness in places. A cunt isn't the same all the way in. She has a deep cunt, and it changes.
"Gloria started her low, throat moans. Her hands both were on my ass, pulling me into her cunt, slow and easy, and she lifted her head up off the rug every now and then to kiss me with her hot, loose mouth and tongue.
"Then she started to pull her knees up, little by little, and let me drill into her a little bit deeper, and deeper.
"She's a great fuck, I can't take that away from her. The way we were laying, I could look up and see the hallway doorway over the end of the sofa. Gloria couldn't, unless she bent her head back and tried looking at it upside down.
"I watched the doorway every once in a while, to see if Bonnie was peeking. I didn't spot her. But she had to be listening.
"I started fucking Gloria a bit deeper and faster. She started her sweet little grunting and pulled her knees up till her feet were in the air, jerking and waving over my back as I drilled into her cunt all the way.
"I mean all the way. I was screwing the whole nine inches up into her cunt, feeling that ripply insides, those squeezing muscles and that spasmy place that shivered her.
"Gloria's moans got too loud and shaky. She covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes got hot and far away at the same time.
"I was hunched over her, socking the big fat log into her! There was a wet, smacking sound each time. It sent shocks of pleasure through us both. Me feeling that tightness and spasming at the end of her cunt, and her feeling ... whatever she felt. It was strong and wild for her, I know that.
"We were in the final stages. It was all-out fucking. Fast and heavy! I was letting go, smacking the log into her like a wild man! Feeling those spasms sucking my pecker's head each time, for a split-second. Then pulling back and getting that hot, slippery friction, and that squeezing, and that ripply contact.
"Gloria was coming hard and strong. Her belly was sucking in and out. Her legs were shaking on each side of me, in the air. Her eyes closed tight and she seemed to shiver continually.
"I went over the edge! I grunted and slammed deep, screwing in and in ... shooting off and cursing! God! Coming in Gloria is a dream climax. It can't get much better.
"Except maybe with Bonnie.
"I was out of my skull that night when I went off in Gloria. She was, too. Bonnie had to have heard us howling. When that incredible pleasure faded away, Gloria was afraid Bonnie might have been awakened by our noise. She kissed me and got on her clothes and went in to check. She came back and said Bonnie looked asleep. Yeah. Looked.
"I couldn't get the picture of Bonnie's big, perfect young jugs out of my mind. Every time I saw her, I guess it showed, the way I stared. She blushed. She didn't meet my eyes."
It soon becomes obvious to the student of this form of psychosexual behavior that the young girl who seduces older men is usually quite conscious of her sexual powers and allure, and the effect she has on men. There can be no doubt that in cases such as this, Bonnie consciously exploited this power and fascination to her own advantage. She is using this hold over Vern to advance herself financially, and in a case such as this she is nothing more than a teenage prostitute, even if she is not out soliciting strangers.
The causes of sexual abnormalities such as this form of prostitution can be understood as a part of the relationship that Bonnie has had with her mother as she went through the normal stages of sexual development. Particularly important are those aspects of the relationship that were stimulatory of sexual activity, such as her observation of her mother and Vern engaged in a sexual episode.
As Dr. Henry H. Work stated:
In certain classes of society such stimulating activity may be quite common. Where parents and children live close together, intercourse and other sexual activities are more commonly seen by children, and in some instances there may be overt attempts on the part of the parents to stimulate sexual activity on the part of the children. 1
In this case there is only one parent, Gloria, but the direct attempt at stimulation was there, done by Vern.
Bonnie is caught up in a web of adjustment reactions, reactions which are quite normal for her at this period in her life, but which are being twisted by her affair with Vern.
Adjustment reactions in teenagers which take slightly bent paths are the rule rather than the exception. Disturbed reactions may also be expected from family members and from society at large once the incorrect reaction becomes obvious,----
1) Freedman, Alfred A. and Kaplan, Harold I. (editors). The Comprehensive Textbook of Psychiatry. Baltimore. Md.: Williams and Wilkins Co., 1947.
---as it must become if Bonnie carries on her affair.
All manner of psychopathology can grow out of an incorrect reaction such as this. Anxiety, depression, mania, schizoid and schizophrenic illness, perversions, addiction, behavior distortions, and psychosomatic affections are common. It is vital to the valid interpretation of any adolescent behavior, such as Bonnie's, that it be seen in its developmental process against a background that includes the physiology and psychology of adolescence, the family dynamics, and even the wider scope of our contemporary culture itself.
The awakening of sexual feelings which accompany the development of sexual hormones and organs is usually a source of difficulty as well as pleasure to the young teenage girl. The conflicting and often contrasexual mores of the western middle class represent the climate in which this development is occurring in Bonnie. Puberty was followed by a relatively peaceful period, in which Bonnie and her girl friends clustered around activities less explosive than sexual awakening and experimentation.
Often, though, there is a preoccupation with the changing of the body parts related to sexual functioning. The relative size and position of the breasts, the amount of fat left on the body, the amount and placement of body hair, the size, shape and appearance of the sexual organs, indeed, the whole body, is subject to careful scrutiny, and the slightest alteration, such as a mole or a spot of acne, is a cause for anxious observation and concern.
These changes in the body have certain social overtones which cause the teenager even more anxiety. There is intense comparison with others whenever such a chance for comparison presents itself, usually during physical education classes in school. Another area where comparisons are often made is in "peeking" at the parents while they are taking baths or even engaging in sexual intercourse. When a girl becomes fearful about the changes taking place in her body she may be impelled to avoid members of the opposite sex, fearing anything she cannot understand, or she may be driven, as Bonnie was, to test out the new equipment which she has developed.
In addition, girls at puberty are more prone to fantasies of a sexual nature, and, in some cases, there will be an intense effort made to change these fantasies into reality.
Finally, in evaluating Bonnie's situation, it must always be kept in mind that a young girl who becomes involved in prostitution, even unorganized prostitution such as this-regardless of her reasons for doing so, whether it is just for kicks or because she actually has a dire need for the money, such as Bonnie felt she had-has one extremely powerful legal weapon which she can use to secure even more money than might be available from someone such as Vern. Because she is under age any man who engages in sexual intercourse with her, whether he knows she is under age or not, is liable for criminal prosecution for statutory rape. The law does not differentiate between sexual intercourse with an under-age girl and sexual intercourse with an under-age prostitute or blackmailer. In all cases the man is guilty of statutory rape, and liable for a prison sentence.
"One afternoon I went over to their place after work. This was about three weeks after that night.
"Bonnie was home from school, doing homework and Gloria wasn't home yet from work. She called and said she had to work two hours overtime because a clerk hadn't showed up for the night shift at the drugstore.
"Bonnie started to get fidgety. I noticed it, but didn't say anything. I got a beer from the fridge and turned on their old black and white TV.
"After a couple of minutes she went down the hall and into the bedroom, I guess. Then she came down and sat down on the sofa next to me.
"Bonnie had on a yellow and brown striped sweater with a zipper that ran about halfway down the front. And tight blue jeans. And she was barefoot. I had my blue suit on. One of my sharp 'selling suits.' A used car salesman has to look good. Can't afford to look crummy, but can't afford to look too classy, either.
"Bonnie said she had a chance to be on the school Rally Squad, but she had to buy a special skirt and sweater ... and it cost thirty-five dollars.
"I could smell the touch coming. I let it come. Give something, get something.
"She started playing with the zipper on her sweater, up and down, up and down, showing some creamy-white cleavage. Sort of hypnotizing.
"She said, 'Mom can't afford to give me the money.' She pouted and ran that damn zipper lower. She asked, 'Could you give me the money, Vern?'
"I turned from watching the TV even partway. I sat more sideways toward her. I said thirty-five bucks was a lot of money for me to hand out, just like that.
"She begged me. Her big eyes got sad and pleading. She pulled that zipper all the way down and leaned toward me. I got a good look when the sweatshirt gaped. She didn't have a bra on! I could see down that deep cleavage to her stomach. And those big, lush mounds sticking out on each side ... still hidden, but naked.
"I guessed she'd gone into the bedroom to take off her bra. To tempt me. I had to wonder how far she'd go. How important was that Rally Squad to her?
"Bonnie scooted close up against me. She put her head on my chest and pressed those jugs against me. She put one soft little hand on my leg and one on my shoulder. What a temptation! Fourteen years old and ready to use her body to get a lousy sweater and skirt.
"She said, soft and low and pleading, 'Please, Vern. Please give me the money.'
"I said, 'I'd like to, Bonnie, but you're asking a lot. I don't make millions selling used iron.'
"She rubbed against me and her hand slid a little higher on my leg. 'Please? I'll let you feel me if you want.' She took my left hand and put it under her sweatshirt, on her stomach. She whispered, 'Go ahead.' She had her face pressed against my shoulder.
"That was the dividing line, the temptation point. I was weak and I gave in. That soft young body was too much of a lure. The things that flash through a man's mind. All the excuses you think up for doing something wrong. But for me it was mostly, 'You Only Live Once! Enjoy It While You Can!' I slid my hand up under her sweatshirt. Her skin was wonderfully warm and smooth. Then I touched the underside, the extra-warm undercurve of her right breast.
"My heart was thudding. My mouth was cottony. I was scared! What if Gloria walks in? was a threat in the back of my mind. I turned my palm up and cupped that big warm mass of firm flesh. I squeezed gently, feeling it, lifting it slightly.
"My pecker was trapped in my pants leg, and it started to creep down the inside of my leg, toward Bonnie's lightly touching hand.
"I slipped my other arm around her back and under her arm at her waist. I turned her slightly away so I'd have a better feel of her jugs. Bonnie turned her head away and down. She was breathing raggedly. She wasn't worked up, just scared, too.
"She took her right hand away from my thigh because it was too far to reach after I'd turned her. But she slid her left hand on there to take its place ... and her fingers touched the side of my growing pecker. Her hand stopped and jerked away a little. But stayed on my thigh.
"I was still cupping her right breast. Still giving it the gentle squeeze and slow touch. I let my hand come up onto it further ... onto that luscious fat cone, that warm, smooth, soft melon. Right onto her nipple.
"It was smaller than Gloria's nipples, but when I started tickling it with my thumb and forefinger, treating it like gold, barely touching, it got stiff and hard, sticking out till I wanted to see it! And suck it!
"I tickled it that way for a couple minutes, not in any hurry. I either had at least an hour or I was going to get caught. I decided to get my money's worth.
"Bonnie's breathing got a little different. It got deeper and faster. She stirred a little in my arm. Her head slowly rolled back, and turned, till it rested on the back of the sofa. Her chin was lifted and her mouth was slightly open. Her eyes stayed closed. Her lips were full and pink.
"I whispered, 'like that, Bonnie?'
"She frowned a little, then barely nodded. Her hand on my leg moved just enough so that her fingertips were touching the side of my pecker in my pants.
"I slid my hand off her right breast to the deep valley and onto her left breast. The heat of her flesh was almost hot. Her left nipple was already stiff. I tickled it, too.
"Bonnie gradually breathed deeper, with fast inhaling and slow exhaling. She was slowly getting excited. That was exciting to me!
"I had to kiss her. I shifted slowly, bringing my face close to hers. She knew. Her eyelids flickered. She wet her lips with her tongue. She didn't turn her head away.
"I slid my hand over to her right breast again. God, what a feel! What a handful. More than a handful. I couldn't spread my fingers enough to hold all of one of her jugs.
"I tenderly touched my lips to hers. Those sweet, young, fourteen-year-old lips. They were warm, and soft.
"I kept on tickling her stiff nipple. I gradually kissed her more firmly, moving my mouth, gently moving my head in small circular ways ...
"Bonnie responded. Her lips warmed even more and her mouth loosened. I began to touch my tongue-tip to her inner lips, and flick it into her mouth, not too deep.
"She stirred. She sighed deeply. For the first time her tongue didn't evade mine. They touched. We both shivered. I was aroused. My eyes were closed. My pecker was throbbing, hard as a rock.
"I took my left hand from her breasts and out from under her sweatshirt. I gently took her left hand that was resting on my right thigh, and shifted it down onto my long, hard log. I held it there, overpowering her first impulse to pull her hand away. She yielded and slowly closed her hand over the hot bulge.
"I didn't return my hand to her breasts. I put my hand on her thigh. I kissed her more passionately, with more tongue, and she responded with more tongue. Her breathing was loud, with mine. I slid my hand down between her legs, and gently urged her thighs open. She let me push them wide. I eased my hand onto her crotch and cupped her there.
"As I continued to tongue kiss her, I started pressing against her crotch with my fingers, in a slow rhythm, a slow rubbing pressure on the tight seams and stitching of her jeans.
"Bonnie's left hand was tight on my pecker. She started squeezing it and fingering it through my pants leg.
"I took my mouth from hers. I said hoarsely, 'Take off your sweatshirt.'
"Her blue eyes flickered open. She was breathing through her mouth. She took her hand from my pecker for a minute, leaned forward and pulled the sweatshirt up and off. She settled back, her eyes closed again, blushing. Her hand returned to my inner thigh and closed on my pecker again.
"I spent a minute just looking, filling my eyes, with the sight of her big, luscious breasts. Full, round, creamy-white, with scoop tan borders and strap outlines ... and small, pink, quarter-sized circles, puffed, like tiny hills under the pebble-stiff nipples rising erotically.
"I was breathing fast and erratic. I lowered my head and blew on her left nipple.
"Bonnie gave a little whimper. She whispered, 'Go ahead.' I saw her eyelids flicker as she peeked.
"I closed my lips on the nipple and started licking and sucking. Her breast rose and fell quickly against my face. Soft and firm and very warm.
"Her left hand was squeezing and rubbing my pecker more firmly. She whispered, 'I'll jerk you off if you want.'
"I lifted my head. We looked into each other's eyes. She blinked quickly, nervously. She licked her lips. She said, 'I do it for my boy friend.'
"I said, 'That isn't worth thirty-five dollars.'
"I went back to sucking her nipples. She didn't say anything for a while. She was breathing fast and uneven. Her breasts were surging up and down. She whispered, 'I'm getting all worked up.'
"I was still pressuring her crotch with my palm and fingers. Her hips were making little restless cunt moves.
"Bonnie whispered, 'You want to finger me off?'
"I shook my head. I kept on sucking, drawing her nipple into my mouth and scraping it lightly.
"She finally said, 'If you'll finger me off I'll ... I'll do what mom was doing that time ... when I saw you and her in here. If you want.'
"I said, 'Okay.' I could hardly believe she was willing to suck me. I said, 'Get your jeans down.'
"She quickly unsnapped, unzipped, and wriggled her jeans and white panties down to her ankles.
"God, there she was, leaning back, eyes closed again, and naked! Big, full breasts heaving, her belly sunk, her mound with just a little bit of blonde fuzz on it, her cunt lips pink and juicy, waiting for my finger, her knees open, her ankles locked together by her jeans and panties.
"My pecker started to throb and tingle. I opened my pants and shoved them down and then my underwear, too. My log flopped around and angled onto my right hip.
"Bonnie was watching. Her eyes were wide, very blue-that little girl face, framed with her long, wavy blonde hair. My guts melted. Those full pink lips!
"She whispered, half scared, half impressed, 'Wow ... have you got a big one!'
"I turned on my hip toward her. She gingerly reached and closed her fingers around my pecker. She had the same instinctive touch as Gloria.
"I slid my left hand onto her breasts. I fondled them ... filled my hand and eyes and memory with them, and then kissed them some more, and got her breathing heavy again, and then eased my hand down her belly to her mound, and palmed the plump triangle. I pressed my middle finger against the slippery lips of her cunt and they gave way easy and my fingertip was into hot wet pussy, slick and loose.
"I found her hotspot. I started gently skimming my fingertip over it.
"Bonnie opened her mouth. She moaned, surprised. 'Oh-h-h-h..." Her hips started a smooth cunt movement. She was slowly pumping my pecker, making it glow and tingle with hot pleasure. Her small hand was hardly big enough to get around it. There was a certain awkwardness about her way of doing it that was more arousing and exciting to me than a smooth, perfectly practiced skill.
"I had to stop her hand. I was too close. I skimmed her hotspot a little more firmly. She went 'Ahhhh!' and her belly started jumping. Her baby face crumpled up and she was panting and getting all jerky. She went off fast! Then her thighs clamped tight on my hand to stop my fingering. I kept my finger in her, but touched her pleasure spot very, very lightly and briefly. She was suddenly smiling. Her belly was still jumping, but not like before. She breathed easier. I noticed her nipples were swollen up to hardness again.
"I've noticed that in women-their nipples are usually soft before a climax, then they get a rush of blood and get hard right after.
"Bonnie had a soft, happy, satisfied smile. She was relaxed and loose. Her thighs opened again. She said, 'I liked that. You touch just right.'
"I kissed her on the mouth lightly and settled back in the sofa, myself. It was her turn. My pecker was jumping on my belly. It felt bloated and super-hard.
"Bonnie started fondling it. She said out loud to herself, 'Well, I guess I've got to do it.' She frowned and leaned close. She rested her head on my belly. She pumped the skin up and down a few times. She hesitated. Then she said in a weak, scared voice, 'I never did this before.'
"Her left breast was half squashed on my right arm, which was trapped under her body. I could feel her heart beating fast.
"I said, 'It's about time you learned, Bonnie. It isn't so terrible. Gloria loves to do it.'
" 'Does she, really?' Bonnie lowered her head on my belly and I felt her tongue touch my pecker's head. Then she took the whole head into her mouth, like you'd jump into a cold wave at the beach. She just held it in her mouth. No action. I believed she hadn't done it before. That made my pecker throb!
"I told her how to suck and move her tongue, and to take it deep into her mouth, till she almost gagged....
"Bonnie started doing it, but she scraped with her teeth. I had to stop her and tell her.
"She lifted her mouth off and said, 'I'm sorry. I really am, honestly, I've never done it before.' Then she brushed her long hair out of the way, back over her right ear, and fitted her mouth down onto my pecker again. Hot, soft lips.
"This time she did it better! A lot better! She kept her teeth out of the way, and she took it deep into her mouth. I whispered instructions. She obeyed. She started a delightful swirling with her tongue that was as good as anything Gloria ever did. And she managed to get my pecker further back into her mouth. Her lips were sliding down and down and down! She didn't know when to stop! I could feel the back of her throat. She got it all the way back there and held it there. Her throat started to quiver.
"Bonnie took my pecker from her mouth and asked, without looking around, like she was talking to my pecker, 'Is that better?'
"I said, 'Yes, now do it faster.'
"God! She started in ... bobbing her head, taking it deep like that, fast, and using both hands to hold it at the bottom, and she was keeping her lips tight around it, all the way up and down, and slithering her tongue around like slippery, hot velvet....
"I was gasping in half a minute. I was going to come ... big! I stared down at her bobbing head and saw her naked back and hips on the sofa beside me, and it was wild! Bonnie was sucking me off! Her first time. And she was a natural! My guts started to melt and boil. My pecker was so hard it hurt. My belly locked tight. The stuff was beginning to send out waves of pleasure as it started to move in my pecker.
"I gasped to Bonnie, 'Don't stop! Keep doing it!'
"She made a kind of slobbering agreeing sound. She bobbed her head even faster, and whipped her tongue in there better than Gloria.
"I was going ... going! Those long, deep sweeps of Bonnie's hot, working mouth were pure ecstasy!
"The final, explosive, overwhelming pleasure surged up and up and up! I shook! I held back the first spurt as long as I could ... then everything went loose in a furnace of incredibly intense sensation and I shot a tremendous load of stuff into Bonnie's mouth just as she had me in deepest.
"She gagged. That stuff probably spurted right into her throat. She jerked her head back, choking. But another spurt flew into her mouth.
"Bonnie flung herself away from me. I was helpless, panting, my pecker jerking and spurting on my belly. I heard her strangling a little and trying to vomit. She fell off the sofa and was on hands and knees on the rug, head down, drooling spittle and white stuff, coughing, spitting.
"I got down beside her and held her and told her I was sorry and that I should have warned her. I did feel like a shit. I wiped her mouth with my handkerchief and helped her into the bathroom.
"She gargled and spat and brushed her teeth. I wiped off. I watched the beautiful, firm sway of her big jugs as she brushed her teeth ... and the little waggle of her ass. God, what a body!
"I went back into the front room once I had my pants up and everything. I brought her her sweatshirt.
"She took it and said, 'I want my thirty-five dollars!' She was close to crying.
"I gave her forty dollars. She managed a smile. She went into the bedroom and I guess put on her bra.
"Bonnie was studying and I was watching TV when Gloria came home an hour later.
"Bonnie acted like nothing had happened. My cold sweat dried up and I had a good time that night.
"I didn't think it would happen again. I thought Bonnie would be turned off me. But kids are adaptable. They get over things. Especially if they want something.
"Bonnie knows where I live. She'd been over at my place a couple times with Gloria.
"I was off on a Sunday about a month later, a national holiday, so no work, and it was a nice warm day out. I was laying around in my shorts, reading the paper, letting my beard grow, watching a game on TV, drinking some beer, when there's a knock on my door.
"I yelled, 'Who is it?' and a girl called, 'Bonnie.'
"It sounded like her. I was all at once scared and hoping ... you know! I opened the door a crack and looked. It was Bonnie, all right! Standing there in red short-shorts and a white T-shirt, with those jugs sticking out a mile in a bra. She had sandals on and was holding the strings of a small beach bag, sort of a duffel bag, only all kinds of colors, patches of them.
"She smiled and said, 'Hey, can I see you for a few minutes?'
"I said wait a minute till I get a robe on. She said she didn't care and walked in.
"I felt funny in my shorts, though, and got into a robe anyway.
"Bonnie flopped on the couch and watched the game for a few seconds. I noticed her fingers playing nervously with the bag's drawstrings. I asked her if she was alone.
"She said yes, she told Gloria she was going to the beach with friends, then she got them to let her out at my place. They'd be back for her in half an hour ... they were going shopping for swimsuits at some stores.
"I asked why she came over. I sat next to her. She didn't look around. She said, 'Well ... I kind of need some money for something ... and I thought maybe you'd want to do what we did together.' She wanted twenty-five dollars. She just sat there not looking at me, fiddling with those strings. A luscious fourteen year old girl selling her body to her mother's boy friend.
"I couldn't resist. I pulled her close and started feeling those big jugs. I said, 'Okay. But I want to get into you this time.' I pulled her T-shirt out of her shorts.
"She turned to look at me, then. Worried. 'Hey, I don't want you to squirt in me. I don't want to get knocked up.'
"I convinced her I would pull out in time, and I only wanted to find out what it felt like to fuck her. I told her I'd been dreaming of it.
"Bonnie agreed. Then she surprised me. She said, 'I'll finish you with my mouth if you want.'
"I said yes! While I pulled her T-shirt up and off, and unhooked her bra, she said confidentially, 'I kind of grooved on it-sucking you-last time. But that squirting all the way in my throat was worse than choking on cigarette smoke. You tell me this time.'
"I said I would. I peeled those big cups off her jugs and started playing with her nipples. I kissed her neck and then she turned her face to me and I got her mouth.
"She liked kissing and she was getting good at it. Her tongue was into my mouth right away, and her arms came up and tightened around my neck.
"While we kissed I opened the side of her short-shorts. She didn't object. I pulled and hauled them down and under her ass and down past her knees. I took her red bikini panties with them, too.
"Bonnie whispered, 'Please kiss my nipples again? I really liked it when you did it before.'
"I said okay, but we didn't have much time. I pulled her legs up and laid her flat on the studio couch. I pulled her shorts and panties all the way off. Then I bent over her body and started licking those super jugs and those pink nipples. At the same time I ran my right hand lightly over her belly and down into her crotch. I wormed a finger into her cunt lips right away.
She wasn't wet, but she soon got that way. I fingertipped her little hotspot till she was squirming and her legs were wide open, hanging over the sides of the couch.
"I sucked her nipples for my own pleasure, too, while I worked my finger in little circles in her soupy cunt. My pecker was up and hard in my shorts. I said, 'We'd better do it now.' About fifteen minutes had passed. She got a scared look in her big blue eyes, but she nodded.
"I asked, "Ever do it before?'
"She bit her lower lip and nodded. She whispered, 'My boy friend and I did it a couple times.'
"I stood up and shed my robe and dropped my shorts. My pecker hung out, big and long and fat. Bonnie was all eyes. She said, 'Yours is a lot bigger.'
"I got on her. She was breathing heavy, mostly scared. But she was still juicy when I worked the head of my pecker into her cunt lips. I told her to get her knees up. She did. I stuffed a pillow under her ass, and got into position again.
"I was breathing hard, too. I got the end of my log back in those warm, wet lips down there. I got it sunk a little into the opening to her inner cunt. I kept watching Bonnie's face. She had her eyes closed tight, and her teeth on her lower lip. She was so damned young! Her face still with some pudgy baby fat, framed by her rumpled blonde hair. I was quivering with just plain lust. My heart was slugging, shaking me.
"I pushed just hard enough to force my pecker inside an inch or two. Bonnie made a whimpering sound in her throat. Her jugs rose and fell real fast. Her nipples were soft and small.
"I was into a hot, slippery fist, it felt like. I couldn't stop from sinking my pecker deeper ... and deeper---
"Bonnie's face twisted a little and she bit down on her lip, and some more whimpering came from her.
"I started fucking slow and gentle, though, not trying to bury the log all the way, but God, did I want to!
"I worked in a little deeper every ten strokes or so, though. In a little deeper ... another inch ... and another, till I was sliding almost all the log into that hot, tight, jell yhole. What a sweet cunt! I was the first big man she'd had. It felt like it, too!
"I saw her face slowly go soft and untense. She let her lower lip go free. She started breathing sighs through her mouth.
"I was in pure cunt heaven! I forgot all about stopping. I started to work up a terrific head of steam. I was panting, feeling that big pleasure spreading in my guts, and I was fucking her faster and faster, deeper, driving it in! Nailing her cunt!
"Suddenly Bonnie opened her eyes. Big blue eyes, wide with fear. She dug her fingers into my shoulders. She said, 'Don't squirt in me!'
"I managed to stop. It took every ounce of willpower I had. I said, 'Yeah ... I won't' I pulled out. It was torture to leave that sweet cunt.
"Bonnie asked, 'How much time do I have? I have to be down on the corner waiting for them at twelve-thirty.'
"I looked at my watch. I said, 'Ten minutes.' I stood up next to the couch. I was going to go to the bathroom and wash my pecker for her.
"But Bonnie fooled me again. She said, 'Let me suck you, then.' And she sat up and grabbed my stiff pecker before I could move, and stuffed the end of it into her mouth. She started sucking and using her tongue right away, as fast and sexy as she could. She stuck her legs between mine and pulled me a half step closer to the couch so she could sit up straight, without leaning forward a lot, and she sucked! Bonnie had learned a trick or two, too. She wrapped her hands around my cock and pumped it while she sucked licked and rocked her head forward and back, taking my pecker deep.
"I stood there, straddle-legged and looked down and watched her blonde head moving and saw my log disappear more than halfway into that hot, clutching mouth.
"It took her two minutes to suck me off. She was getting to be an expert. Fourteen years old!
"I got that sweet, tight, hot, tide of pleasure in my guts again. My pecker got bigger and harder. She felt it. She heard me gasping.
"Bonnie started sucking faster, but didn't take me as deep, not back into her throat. She gave little twisting turns of her head, and her tongue was a hot snake in there, slithering and whipping in her saliva.
"I gasped, 'Here it comes!' She rocked and twisted her head and mouth and tongue even faster! God! I shot my guts out! I couldn't see straight. I was grunting and groaning...
"She drained me. She didn't stop sucking till I pulled my log out of her mouth. She put her cupped hand to her mouth, spat out my stuff, and went into the bathroom.
"I collapsed onto the couch. I heard her rinsing out her mouth, and washing.
"A minute later she came back, those great jugs jiggling ... She got into her bra, shorts and T-shirt while I dug out the twenty-five bucks.
"Bonnie took the cash and put it in a small pink wallet she got from her beach bag. She said, 'Thanks, Vern.' She went to the door. She looked back at me and said, 'I wish I had a lot more time. I wanted to come off, too.'
"I said, 'Next time.'
"She just smiled and went out, wiggling that ass and following those big jugs.
"She'll come around again. She'll arrange it. Whenever she wants some spending money..."
At this time there are two possible directions that Bonnie's future life can take, and neither of them are-likely to produce an optimum psycho-sexual development.
She can turn from her minor prostituting activities with Vern to professional prostitution, continuing to use her body to earn money. Or, she can form a slightly more normal relationship with a single man, possibly including marriage, while continuing to extort money from this man through the granting or withholding of sexual favors.