Chapter 4

That night of sexual exploration with Ronnie, followed the next day by us sharing both bodies and thoughts with the other, opened my life up to a whole new way of experiencing the world. Meaning sex was real, was possible for boys like me, and I was going to take advantage of its availability every way I could.

Ronnie was special to me, I cared deeply for her, but most of all I wanted her body and needed to make use of all the physical joys a girl could provide for a lust-fueled adolescent boy like me.

It took a few days before I worked up the nerve to see Ronnie again. I knew Rick would be at practice and her parents would be at work, but I was self-conscious about her knowing my ulterior motives. I had to force myself not to wait on the corner in the hopes of seeing her walk home from school, so I texted her, asked if she was home, and was there in five minutes.

I knew that she knew what I wanted, and I let her play the game of not being clear on why I wanted to see her again. Walking into her house, I didn’t even pretend to have forgotten something or want to talk about how she liked her teachers at school.

Before Ronnie had a chance to say anything, one of my hands was up her skirt and pulling in on her ass, my other hand around her head as I bent down to give her a kiss. Any other girl in my class would have slapped me into the next county, but Ronnie seemed to take it as normal. No bullshit, no questions about what was happening. Her only concern seemed to be with making sure her bedroom door was closed, telling me that I had to be out of the house before 5:30. That gave us two hours. I felt hot and horny enough to spend double that time between her legs, but I took what I was offered and used every minute.

She acted a little coy, maybe a bit shy, just standing there, as though daring me to do something. This sounds silly, but I was a bit shy myself. I was still new to this sex stuff, and though I wanted to just throw the girl on her bed and fuck away, I actually felt a little embarrassed by at myself. I couldn’t just come out and tell the girl how much I wanted to stare at her pussy and suck on her tits and then fuck her and cum inside her. That’s what I wanted, but a guy can’t just come out and say that to a girl.

So I took the quiet route, slowly kissing Ronnie while taking off her clothes. She was okay with that, like she wanted me to. She even helped me with my belt and zipper, pulling out my cock and looking at it for a second. I really wanted her to suck on it, like show how she was as interested in my hardened sexual organ as I was in the folds of flesh between her legs. But, no, she finally let go and let me continue exploring everything her clothes normally hid from me.

Laying her back on her bed, I kissed every inch of her soft white body. Of course with lots of attention to the girl’s tits and nipples, and then lots of time with my tongue lapping at her pussy. Ronnie’s pussy, my very own pussy to use as I wanted. I could hardly believe I had a girl’s knees on my shoulders while I was kneading her chest and sucking on her clit. It was like a dream.

Then the fuck. Just scooted up and pushed my throbbing dick into Ronnie’s very wet slit. It was fantastic, Ronnie moaning out my name and pulling me in while I worked my cock in and out of her body. That was good for a minute, but then Ronnie wanted to try being on top of me. I didn’t mind, as long as I didn’t have to pull out of her. It actually worked really well, Ronnie laying on top of me and moving her hips in some way that made it feel good for her. Kind of shallow, like not as deep as I would have liked it, but she moaned a lot, and when the tip of my cock caught fire and set my balls off, it was easy to roll her back over and shove it in deep.

I’ve gotta say, there’s nothing better than cuming wild inside of a girl. Even Ronnie liked that, moaning into my chest while I pumped all the cum I could into her. She reminded me of getting condoms, which I really did plan on, but right then with the girl’s legs wrapped around me, I was in heaven.

Some more of the same for the next hour. A lot of the time was just me having fun with a naked girl, touching and looking at her. She didn’t really enjoy sucking on my cum-slick dick, but it was easy enough for me to get hard again and get into a second fuck. She suggested putting a pillow under her stomach while I went at her doggie style. Sure made it easier for me to push into her, and once my crotch was slapping into her tight little ass, Ronnie moved my fingers down to play with her clit. That sure set her off, the girl screaming into the bedding while her hole got really wet and warm. No way I could hold it any longer and I blew my second load of cum into her just a minute later.

I’ll say it again. Nothing like cuming inside a girl. Don’t care if that makes me an asshole. It’s just a simple truth of life and sex and boys and girls.

As I look back on that short afternoon in Ronnie’s bedroom, I can say most of our many later encounters were like this, like a blueprint for what we both wanted and enjoyed. I was nervous at first, but I found a nasty little joy in taking off Ronnie’s clothing, loving the sight of her naked body appearing before me. The same came to sex with Ronnie and doing what I wanted to do with her body. Nothing violent other than a little bondage, like tying her hands behind her back, but for all her feigned reluctance, she always came out wet and happy with the results.

Once I got over my nervousness, I really got into the knowledge that she enjoyed it as much as me. Well, almost as much. While I wanted access to her body every morning and every afternoon, I know that sometimes Ronnie would have been happy with just lying with me and talking. She complained about it sometimes, but she was always nice enough to let me have my way. Thing is, once I had her in my arms, no way I could be happy with just a kiss of her lips and massage of her ass. Just seeing her half-dressed caused my dick to harden and no way was I going to leave the room without my balls a few ounces lighter than when I went in.

Kind of makes me out to be an over-sexed jerk, but if anything, she had lots of ideas and knew what she liked. I can honestly say that the girl had lots of orgasms with me inside of her, and then she’d fuck me like a demon. No way somebody could accuse me of being a selfish lover. I loved the girl too much.

The one thing Ronnie didn’t care much for was my fingers pushing up into her hole. Trying to fuck Ronnie with my thumb or search for her g-spot with a couple of fingers was guaranteed to have her pull away. Totally different from my tongue. That part of sex, with my face pushed between her legs, was always met with a smile and ended with an orgasm.

Yet apart from her telling me not to push in too far or thrust in too hard or to use a condom, Ronnie never told me that she didn’t like to fuck. She might have put up a bit of a fight, but once we were locked together and I was gently yet insistently filling her with every inch of my manhood, she never told me to stop. Fingers playing with her clit while I pounded her ass from the rear eventually became her favorite position, almost always giving her an orgasm, but fucking itself came to be enjoyed by both of us.

Condoms became something I always carried around with me. I didn’t like using them, really hated having to blow my wad into a rubber tube only to throw all my seed away in the toilet, but it made Ronnie happy. As long as her legs stayed wide and her little pink pussy wet and receptive to my advances, I kept my complaints to myself. Even when we did use condoms, it was usually only the first time or fuck of the day. Ronnie let me get away with hosing her twat the second time, shrugging and going along with it when I argued that most of my sperm were used up when I blew my first load into the condom.

This led to times where she started being more okay with not using condoms. We still did, like on days she knew she knew she could get pregnant, but that was only a few days out of every month. Even Ronnie seemed to enjoy it more when I could pump my semen into her. I couldn’t imagine anything ever being better than that. Naked and fucking, flooding Ronnie’s loins with a full load of my seed, and knowing I still had enough in me to do it a second time for an even longer fuck in another position. I never got tired of it.

It was a fantasy come true for a boy like me. It took a couple weeks before Ronnie really got into it, but like I said, as long as I was careful and didn’t just shove my dick inside of her, she never asked me to stop. Doing it once while on top and then rolling her over for a second and much longer fuck of her tight little pussy came to be a regular thing that we both looked forward to. Not every day, and only occasionally on weekends, but for the next six months, well into February of the following year, she was every boy’s dream come true. I couldn’t say anything about her to anybody, and she could never mention me to her friends, but once alone together we were each other’s most secret pleasure.

I can still imagine looking down into Ronnie’s face, pushing my hands down to feel her firm naked ass, then picking her up and pulling her into an embrace before sliding her slowly down to be impaled on my ever impatient cock. As I write it out, you can tell I pulled the girl in and filled her up every moment I could find. Ronnie would push back, having her own life and parents to deal with, but I like to think she was getting as much out of it as I was.

Most often after school in one of our yards or bedrooms, but there was always time on the weekends where I could spend a couple of hours inside of her. So many times, so many ways, from bending her over the living-room couch to having her ride me cowboy style in her back yard. Maybe that was the real indication of my selfishness, and why our one worst moment came to be.

A lot of action, carefully planned out, a fun sex-fueled and filled relationship we knew could never be admitted to anyone. Maybe a year later, maybe when we began sharing math class together at school, but not until then. I knew that, even fantasized about having Ronnie sit on my lap during lunch period, but to all and others I was just another lonely and sex starved teenage boy.

Which is not to say I didn’t date the occasional girl from my math or history class. Not a lot, but it happened. It was difficult to put up with the girls, though, the older girls, all trying to be pure and go slow and pretend innocence. It was crazy how I’d be pouring my liquid lust into Ronnie’s open legs one afternoon and then the following night be slapped by an older girl for wanting more than a kiss on the cheek. I couldn’t figure it out.

Still vivid in my memory was the time a classmate came over to watch a European soccer (football) match on my big flatscreen. Not a date, just sharing juice and enjoying one another’s company while watching something we both had an interest in. It was nice. But at some point my brain shut down and I forgot where I was and who I was with, somehow thinking that it was Ronnie sitting next to me. Acting without thought, my hand smoothly drifted over and up the girl’s thigh, fingers even making their way under the lower edge of her panties.

A second later and my classmate’s backfist knocked me off the couch. She asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing, I apologized and truthfully told her I wasn’t thinking, and she stormed off and let friends know I was a sex maniac of a jerk. My guy friends gave me high fives for making the attempt, but it really had been a mistake. My time with Ronnie had made me too comfortable with sex, taking for granted the availability of her naked body and all the joy a girl could provide to a boy. I learned to consciously control my public behaviors after that, but I really did think it a waste for girls to not declare weekends free-for-all times in which all rules could be thrown aside. We would have all been a lot happier if that happened.

Life with Ronnie was good. No need to continue with all the details, but a few things remain trapped in my head, rising every few weeks to interrupt my sleep and make me wish things had been different.

A few months into our so-called relationship, I’d met Ronnie after school at a local store. Normally we’d be at in one of our bedrooms, but for some reason we couldn’t go to either place. After getting what she needed from the store, she wanted to go home, but my balls were full to bursting and I talked Ronnie into a quickie. I was thinking of going to a nearby park we’d met at before, but it was kind of wet outside, and for some reason I’d checked out the “employees only” back of the store, separated from the front only by some plastic strips. It was cool, dark, and seemed deserted. Ronnie was hesitant, but I pulled her way to the back, behind a big container full of crushed cardboard boxes. Big mistake.

She was wearing a standard skirt all the girls at her school wore, so it was easy for her to push down her panties and for me to pick her up, holding her thighs out wide and sliding her down my chest to be impaled on my dick. Ronnie was small and light and it was fun to have total control over her tight little twat as I brought myself to a climax. I knew she didn’t get much out of those quick little sessions, but since our first getting together, even without attaining an orgasm she’d come to enjoy the simple act of fucking. I figured I’d be in and out of her in only a couple of minutes, but it took longer, and that’s probably why we got caught.

Ronnie had just come off the rag and I was able to go wild and blow my load inside of her, lining Ronnie’s pussy with a thick layer of my own special seed. The feeling of pulling Ronnie’s ass up and down onto my cock was always incredible, and as I climaxed inside of her, I held Ronnie tight, loving the feel of her muscles twitching from our shared sexual union.

Then I looked to the side. Some middle-aged guy with a work shirt and clipboard was staring at us. He pointed at us, and in a hard deep voice said, “You two. This way. Now.”

I was up for running, but I was still holding Ronnie up by her largely naked thighs. My cock was still deep inside of her, the girl’s almost naked ass pointed back at the man, and I felt pretty powerless. Besides, the guy was bigger than I was at the time, a big black guy with a scowl who seemed to mean business. And remember that at the time even I was just a kid, still with a modicum of respect for adults in my life. I’m way over that now, but at the time Ronnie and I were kids who’d gotten caught and had to do what adults told us to. After unhooking myself from Ronnie, we grabbed our book bags and were herded by the guy across the back room into a dark corner office.

Ronnie and I were sweating, real nervous about what the guy was going to do. Our worst fear was that he would call her mother and that there’d be hell to pay at home. Turned out that was the least of our worries.

The man closed the door of the office and locked it behind us. He pushed me into a chair by the door and threw out a few gruff questions, showing himself to be an adult deserving of respect and attention.

“Your girlfriend? Kind of young, right? You want me to call her mother? You’re in a ton of hot water son. Should I call the police? Okay. I think we understand one another. You stay seated there, and don’t give me any grief or I swear I’ll have the police and this girl’s parents feeding you to the dogs.”

Then he turned to Ronnie, still standing by the guy’s desk, shaking and worried about what was going to happen.

“You know this boy? He your boyfriend? You girls sure start young today. Sit down there, on the couch.”

There was an old couch in the corner, just in front of a work desk with a computer pushed to the side. Ronnie sat down, trying to arrange her skirt while looking up at the man. Then the inevitable. The guy dropped his pants, a long thick and hairy dong springing out. Ronnie gasped, both of us knowing what was going to be expected of her. Being a guy I of course did a quick comparison and with just a glance I knew I was barely a runner-up. Sure, the guy was a full grown man while I was just a high school kid, but I felt some embarrassment about how small I suddenly seemed. I swear the man’s dick had a thick tip on it that looked more like the blunt head of a hammer than the flaring missile tip my dick had. And he was thick, the sight of the long curving trunk of his cock making me feel envious and even a little embarrassed about what I had between my legs.

Of course Ronnie had a close-up view of what the man was offering to her. She tried to move sideways, away from where his dick was stretching out over her head, but he stopped her by placing one large hand on her head. Leaning in and kneeling down onto the front edge of the couch, the guy lined the tip of his cock up with Ronnie’s mouth. As though by instinct, though of course more because of everything I’d taught her, Ronnie reached out to grab his shaft and pulled the fat blunt tip of his cock into her mouth.

“Damn. That’s my little girl,” the guy moaned out. “Yeah, you know what to do. Nothing new to you. You been down this road before.”

I was hoping that would be it, a quick blow and go, the guy holding Ronnie’s head steady as he pushed in and out of her mouth. No such luck. After only a minute of enjoying Ronnie’s oral skills, he pulled back and kneeled on the floor just in front of where she was sitting. Ronnie bent her head down to continue with what she thought he wanted, but he pushed her back and told her to stay. He pushed her dress back and up onto her stomach, then picked her naked hips and ass up with both hands, holding her thighs wide enough to get a good look at her naked crotch.

Her labia were slightly open, her slit shimmering from our recent fuck, and an unmistakable dollop of my gleaming white cum leaking onto the edge of the couch. The sight only made the man smile, saying, “That is the prettiest little piece of pink poon I’ve ever seen. Let’s see if you’re ready to take me on.”

My mouth dropped as I watched the guy hold Ronnie up in one hand, her small firm ass resting in his fingers, using his other hand to push down on the long thick staff Ronnie had wettened in her mouth. As he brought Ronnie’s open thighs close, Ronnie leaned back, pushing her hands against the guy’s chest, but the large man had her entirely in his control. He pulled Ronnie’s naked slit onto his cock then pushing in a little with his hips, taking only seconds to impale Ronnie on his outstretched pole. Ronnie’s eyes might have rolled up into the back of her head, but I was staring hard at the sight of this fat black cock levering her pussy wide. It was astounding, like some impossible magic trick as the pretty pink flesh between her thighs slowly wrapped around and then engulfed the bulbous tip of the man’s cock.

Ronnie let out a big groan, trying to pull back and turn sideways, but the man kneeling before her literally had her in his hands. The guy let out a low moan of his own, pausing after his first push into Ronnie, then using both hands to pull her open thighs into his crotch, slowly, pulling out then pushing a little deeper, until a good half of his long stiff staff had disappeared inside of her. That sight stays with me still, that long black rod stretching out and disappearing inside of Ronnie’s white thighs. The contrast was amazing, this huge guy somehow embedding his fat hairy member inside of my little Ronnie, and as I watched I couldn’t turn away.

As I write this I’m getting a hard-on, excited by the memory of the moment. I was pissed at the guy, afraid for Ronnie, afraid of how I’d screwed up our lives. Mostly I was angry at the unknown store employee who had just pushed his dick into Ronnie. I wanted to scream and do something, but, like I wrote before, I was just a kid at the time and really wasn’t sure what I could do. Now I know what deep shit the guy would have gotten into if I’d just opened the office door and given a yell, but that’s me now. Right then, I was glued to my chair watching Ronnie get fucked by a cock I wouldn’t match in size for another four years.

Anyway, as the guy leaned into her, pushing another inch into Ronnie, she leaned back into the couch and again tried to turn away. She also brought her feet up onto the couch, like she was trying to push herself away from what the guy had already filled her with, but that fit the guy’s plans just fine. As she tried to lever her body sideways on the couch, the guy laid down on her, sliding on top of Ronnie’s body.

Pushing one of her legs up onto the backrest of the couch, the man’s wide hips held her crotch open to anything he wanted to do. It only took another moment. The man pushed her thighs wide, sliding between her legs, his bulk widening and then settling onto her near naked body. Ronnie’s fast breaths changed to a groan and a few sharp yelps as the man lay himself over her, hiding Ronnie’s head and torso from my sight as he began fucking my little girl.

It only went on for a few minutes, the couch creaking loud as Ronnie grunted and groaned with every grinding thrust into her. The guy was mostly quiet, focused on his task, his chin topping the edge of the couch’s armrest as he continued pushing himself into Ronnie. The only part of Ronnie I could clearly make out were her two legs. After a few minutes of the guy stretching her thighs wide, her legs waving up and down, she just wrapped them around his waist. Otherwise she was hidden underneath his body, the man’s hips never pausing in their search for the true meaning of life.

Yeah, that went on for a short while, me watching while Ronnie was given a lesson in just what it meant to be truly and fully fucked. Then the man paused for a moment, his bare fat black ass pointed to the ceiling while Ronnie’s heels rose and fell a few times, hammering his lower back.

For another minute he seemed to be moving slow but long, as though he was really enjoying his place inside of Ronnie. Ronnie’s moans grew more quiet as the guy groaned about how nice she felt, obviously trying to take advantage of the wonderful piece of underage pussy this idiot white boy had delivered up to him. Then he started up again, pulling up on Ronnie’s ass as he really lost control and threw himself into a final minute of hard fucking.

The guy’s groan let me know when he’d reached his end. He’d pushed both hands down to pull up on Ronnie’s ass, burying his hips between her legs. As he ground down, his groan gained some syllables. “Damn. Oh Lord. Oh Lord,” followed by his body contorting, grinding hard into Ronnie’s little body as he let out another loud groan.

At that moment Ronnie came alive, a series of short shrieks erupting from beneath the man’s large body, her legs kicking out wide before again settling down, a small fist beating down on his back, then letting out a long moan as her unknown mister finished up inside of her.

He must have really been in need. The guy held onto Ronnie, his large frame completely hiding Ronnie’s body as he rested from his labors, taking his time and catching his breath over another couple of minutes. He finally pulled back, slowly rising off of Ronnie’s crushed body, pulling a somewhat diminished dick out from within her thighs, her legs still spread wide. Ronnie’s face was covered with sweat, her top a mess, her bottom skirt pushed up onto her stomach, as though some explosion had just blown her onto the couch, her naked crotch exposed, her white thighs spread wide as though waiting for another man to crawl up and fill her.