David Hawthorne - Little Rhonda's initiation

I imagined her in a gang bang, being taken by dozens of men, one after the other, and I knew if I asked her to do that, for my pleasure, she would.

I flipped Rhonda over and shoved my cock up her ass without lubricant. Her ass could take it.

“He fucks you like this?” I asked.

“Not that hard,” she said.

“You like it hard?”

“I love you, Uncle Dave.”

When I was done she cried and I held her.

She said, “I won't fuck Ted if you don't want me to.”

“You're mine,” I said.

“I am yours,” she said.

“You are mine forever,” I said.

“What if he tells Mom? The police?”

“He won't.”

Rhonda was the only girl I considered keeping past age fifteen, of marrying. But I could not. There were new little girls coming to the pool, new lovers to train. Rhonda knew this was coming and she could not bare it. At fourteen she sent me a letter saying goodbye, that a break up would be too hard, so she was leaving to other parts, with Ted.

One morning, her mother woke up and her boyfriend and daughter were gone, they had run away together like forbidden lovers do.

Her mother came to me and asked me how did this happen. I played dumb. She cried and I comforted her and the next thing I knew, I had her in my bed and I was fucking her. It had been years since I had been with a woman of her age, or any woman over sixteen. It was strange and not so bad.

We held each other.

She said, “I can't believe that my boyfriend was having sex with my baby all this time.”

I felt a pain in my heart. Had Ronda lied to me? Had she still been giving Ted pleasure after she promised me she never would?

“You never know about people,” I said.

“Is this common in the world?” she asked. “Do grown men seduce little girls and get them to run away with them?”

“Anything's possible,” I said.

We fucked again and she left and I never saw her, or Rhonda, again.