Perverts 'R' Us

First Time for Young Shanna

By Cougerjock ( Coercion, NC?, M/g )

Bruce Micheals generally left his door open when he wasn't with clients or didn't need a little discretion. Although he had a large corner office on one of the top floors of the building, he often felt closed in and liked to have the door open. So he heard the usual greeting and query from his secretary and a voice he hadn't heard in years. Even though he thought it unlikely that the voice was hers, he got up to check anyway, poking his head out of the doorway.

"Shanna?" he asked, stunned, even as his eyes confirmed that it was she.

"Oh, Uncle Bruce! Thank god it's you!" said a relieved Shanna. Micheals was surprised even more though he shouldn't have been. The last time he saw her was when she was eight, four years ago. Of course she would have grown. Not surprising, she looked more like a lady than the little girl he remembered would.

Micheal's memory spun around as he immediately thought of Shanna's mother and how she looked when he first saw her. The same blond hair and blue eyes, her womanly features just starting to blossom, the look of innocence of youth about her. Micheals felt the old emotions well up inside him and threaten to drown him. He fought to keep his composure.

"Shanna, come in and sit down. It has been so long." He finally said, ushering Shanna into his office. Then after closing the door behind him he started again, "What brings you here? I didn't think I would ever see you again, since your parents and I are not speaking terms anymore."

Shanna's voice was quiet, shy and full of sadness. She nearly in tears when she started to talk, "Uncle Bruce....I...I mean, my mother...I mean we need your help. Please I beg you. Mom is sick. I haven't seen dad in days. We have no money for a doctor. I am afraid she might die." She slumped down in a chair and buried her face in her hands.

He watched her weep for a while then stood up and handed her a tissue. He came around the desk and put her hand into his. He looked at her in remorse and said, "I cannot. You remember the last time I talked to your parents, years ago. I will not help them or have any contact with your family until your father quits his drinking and his heroin habit. I told him he was killing his family and I will not contribute to it at all. I was hoping, at least for your sake, that your mother would stand up to him but sadly she didn't. I know that any money I give you will end up in your dad's hands and he will use it to drink. I am very sorry."

"But it's for mother, not dad!" Shanna argued, "Please, please. I think she is going to die!" She grabbed his arm tightly and looked at him desperately. "I swear father will never find out! I will do anything! Please help me! You are my last hope!" She pleaded.

Micheals found himself begin to weaken slightly but did not give in. "It's your father that is killing her. He can't keep a job and can't keep sober. Any money he can grab goes to his habit. I am sorry. Maybe it is better that you go now." Then he thought of a compromise, "Perhaps, if your mother leaves him, divorces him, then I will help you."

Shanna's mood did not lighten. "She'll never leave him." She muttered to herself. She got up to leave, "Bye, Uncle Bruce...," her voice trailed as she walked to the door, defeated and drained.

Micheals watched her walk away. Suddenly he noticed that although the clothes she was wearing were just a bit small and worn, they flattered her newly developing body. Her frame was small and light, breasts barely handfuls and her legs were smooth and shapely. He felt himself become aroused at her soft body. His lust flowed through his body, making him warm and wanting.

Bruce Micheals was not without his own addictions. His lusts and sexual urgings caused many failed relationships in his life, including Shanna's mother. Now he felt an urging to her daughter. Better still, she was vulnerable and ripe for the picking. All he needed to do was play the money card.

Shanna was about to open the door when Micheals spoke up, "Wait. I have a proposition. I will give your mother the best medical care if you do something for me."

"What is it, Uncle Bruce?" asked Shanna, suddenly brightening up, letting hope creep into her voice.

"First, cut out the 'Uncle Bruce' stuff. I am only a friend of the family and I want to be your friend. In fact, I want to be your boyfriend. If you become my girlfriend, I will give you the money to help your mother." smiled Micheals, leering at her, examining her as if for the first time, with his piercing eyes.

Shanna gasped. Did she hear him right? She could not believe it and had to confirm it. "You want to 'go' with me?" she asked hesitantly. After she saw him nod his head she continued, "But I am only twelve years old! And you are so much older than me!"

Micheals laughed, "Well, yes, I am older than you by quite a bit. It's just that I noticed that you are no longer a child, that you are growing up. You are becoming quite a beautiful young lady and since soon you will join the adult world, perhaps, it's time to have an adult relationship. What I mean is, I just don't want to hold hands or just have pecks on the cheek, I want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you."

Shanna went into a state of shock, "I am too young! I can't do that! It isn't right. If mother or father found out, I would get into big trouble. Please, Uncle Bruce, don't ask me do this!"

A predatory looked came over Micheals' face, "Look, you need the money and I want you. There are many advantages in having me as a boyfriend. I think you will enjoy it. Don't worry about your parents; I will handle them if I have to."

The young girl looked past him and out the window. Her heart was beating at a rapid pace. Her whole body trembled in nervous fear. Her mother's life may be in her hands. What was she going to do? "Can I think about it for a while?" she replied, her voice barely a more than a nervous whisper. She was trying to think of a way out, a way to help her mother without doing this terrible thing.

Michaels chose this time to be cruel, "Of course you can, but don't take to long, your mother might die if you do. It would be tragic if that happened and there was something you could have done to prevent it." Shanna just nodded silently and was about to turn to go when he continued, "Here is my card, it has my home number on it. You can call me at anytime." She managed to mutter her thanks and tell him goodbye before she left, shocked and deep in thought.

Shanna went home to the two-bedroom apartment she shared with her parents. It was located in a part of town where gunshots were a regular occurrence. When she entered the lights would not come on and she wondered if the electric company turned off their power. She looked around and saw that her father must have returned and left again, a needle was on the floor, drawers were pulled out and thrown on the floor, papers and clothes were scattered everywhere, the couch was overturned and the television set seemed to be missing. Shanna knew what had happened; her father was searching for some money and decided to pawn the TV.

She sighed and went into her mother's bedroom. Her mother had been sick for some time and had been unable to work. That did not prepare her for the horror that met her when she saw her mother. She was lying unconscious on the floor; her head slumped in a pool of her vomit. Her skin was pale, covered in a sheen of cold sweat. Shanna screamed and ran to her to shake her awake. Her mother was still breathing but unresponsive. After she tried to shake and slap her face to awaken her, fear drove Shanna to the telephone.

The phone was dead, however, so she went to a neighbor's apartment and called for an ambulance. After arriving at the hospital the doctor told her the bad news, her mother needed to be operated on immediately or she would die. Her mother was still unconscious and someone needed to give consent for the procedure, not to mention pay for it. Shanna could do neither of these things. To young to give consent and with no money, she called around for her father but he was nowhere to be found. Finally, desperately, she pulled Bruce Micheals' card out of her coat pocket.

Over the phone she agreed to his terms. He would take care of everything at the hospital and she would meet him at a hotel room downtown. He also requested that she wear something sexy. After she confirmed that Micheals did his part and the doctors started their work, she went home to change.

Later that night Shanna arrived at the hotel Micheals had requested and he spotted her in the lobby. He let out low whistle to himself, Shanna was wearing her mother's long, black, velvet dress. Even though she had to pin it up because it was to long, it fit her curves like a glove. It was obvious that Shanna had only started to grow into a lovely young lady with breasts barely budding from her chest and hips trying to widen out into a womanly form. When she started to walk to him, her walk was childlike, uncertain and nervous. The whole picture of her made Micheal's loins mad with lust. He hadn't felt this turned on since he first saw Shanna's mother, years ago.

"You look great!" said Micheals when she finally reached him. Shanna tried to smile at his compliment but instead looked like a frightened mouse, trapped by a cat. Micheals also tried to smile at her kindly, to ease her fears but it was mostly a predatory leer, like a lion stalking prey. He put his arm around her then led her to the hotel room. She immediately tensed up at his touch and he calmly told her to relax. He also was having a hard time relaxing, however, as his desire for her was heating up at the thought of them alone together and was threatening to boil over.

Once the mismatched couple was inside the room there was an air of uneasiness. Micheals knew that she was scared and tried to calm her with some small talk. Shanna was hoping that he would change his mind about the whole thing or, failing that, that it would be over quickly. All the while Micheals was watching her, letting the beauty of her young body intoxicate him. The hunger for her was welling up inside of him, from his midsection, until he could not take any more.

He walked over to Shanna and embraced her small form, placing his mouth to hers. While Shanna did not resist him she did not take him in either, stiff and unmoving. He opened his mouth, bringing out his tongue to meet hers and pulled her closer to him. She felt his hardened manhood against her body through their clothes. While she accepted his tongue but didn't actively take part in his probing of her. After a while, he started to kiss her cheek then down her neck.

"Uncle Bruce, maybe we shouldn't. This seems so wrong." Shanna whispered, her fear getting the better part of her.

"Shhh!" Micheals interrupted, "Remember we had a deal. It took a lot to convince them I could give consent for the operation and it wasn't cheap. You have to give me my due. I promise I will not hurt you. In fact, I am hoping to give you a very pleasurable experience but I need you to relax and work with me."

Feeling defeated, Shanna accepted her fate. He did give her more than anyone else she knew would. She felt truly indebted to him for that so, finally, she slowly started to embrace him back by putting her arms around him and take in the sensations of his lips on her neck and mouth. Only then did she find that these new sensations did indeed feel nice. It was then that she started to kiss back, amateurish at first but eventually grew to be quite adept at it.

Micheals started to maneuver her toward the bed as his kisses began to be longer and deeper. He also started to lick and suck at her neck. His hands went all over her small body, feeling every bit of her through her dress. Shanna stiffened a little when he would grope her developing breasts and buttocks but she did not resist. His touching her made her more nervous and excitable. Micheals' fingers found zipper on the back of her dress and began to pull it down. Shanna immediately froze and stiffened.

"You're trembling," He said as his hands slipped inside her dress and it fell, daintily, to the floor. Taking a look, he admired at what he saw. Small, barely handfuls of breasts raised from her chest, were left bra-less because of unbecoming straps. Smooth, white, milky skin flowed downward and tapered at her waist. Below her cotton panties, firm legs stood like fragile pillars. Shanna brought up an arm to cover herself, face flushing. She looked down and away from her new lover.

Gently, using his hand, he pulled her chin toward his face and embraced her once more, his tongue probing her mouth more forcefully than before. His hands ran up and down her back, feeling the softness of her skin. His lust was becoming almost uncontrollable and he was having difficulty containing himself.

Shanna, on the other hand, was trying hard not to cry. The full reality of what was happening was now hitting her. She felt like she was losing something precious, that she was losing her soul. Yet, she now took an active part in her loss, her arms encircling him, her mouth and tongue working to meet his. She wanted to breakdown hysterically and she was having difficulty containing herself.

Micheals was not oblivious to her feelings, in fact, they drove him on. To him, it made her all the more sexy, more forbidden, more dangerous. He could not resist the feeling of power that now coursed through his body. His hard member seemed like it would burst any second. He needed to have her and he needed her now.

Taking Shanna's hand, he guided it to his pants. She gasped in surprise once she felt his hardness. He had her rub it for a while before leading her to his belt. What he wanted was clear and she undid his pants of her own accord. Once done, his pants fell to the ground. Micheals had felt no need for underwear on this occasion and his maleness sprang out, unrestrained.

Again Micheals led Shanna's hand to his hard weapon and she grasped it her hand. The softness of the skin surprised her as much as the steely solidity. It throbbed mightily at her touch. At that, Shanna felt her tears release from her eyes and she lost her composure. Still fondling his maleness, she began to sob openly. She tried to stop, for fear of angering her benefactor, but her effort seemed to just spill it out more.

"Alright, it's ok. Everything will be alright," Micheals said in a moment of compassion. He took in his arms and held her like the child she was. While trying to calm her, he could not help but notice the erotic feelings of his embrace. He buried those feelings momentarily, however, in order to again gain her surrender.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Bruce. I'm sorry. It is all too much for me." She cried softly.

"Don't worry, we have all night. I won't rush you. I don't want to hurt you," Micheals said soothingly, "And remember I am not your uncle. My friends call me Micheals... but I think I would rather have you call me Bruce."

Shanna smiled weakly and repeated, "Bruce," then held him close. Bruce took this as an invitation and began to rain kisses on her neck. When she did not resist he brought her to the bed and gently laid her down. Kisses came full force then with him stroking and feeling her body. He heard her sigh and felt her relax a bit, making him feel bold. He removed his shirt then embraced her to feel her nakedness against his. His hands wandered downward and eventually hooked her panties. Still kissing and licking her, he pulled them down her legs and off. His hand then went for her mound between her legs.

It was nearly bare of hair and mostly smooth to the touch. He reached down and opened her legs for easier access. She tightened at first then relented. He placed his hand on her vagina, caressing it. Finally, He attempted to insert a finger into her. That was met by a small cry of pain. Her fear and nervousness kept her from being fully turned on and she was still dry. The older man did not worry about this, he knew how to fix that.

He started to kiss down her chest. His mouth ran down to one small bud, first kissing it, then licking, then sucking. Shanna let out a small moan and placed her hand gently on Micheals' head. He continued for a while then moved on to the next developing breast. After sufficiently sucking on it he continued downward, kissing and licking, toward the forbidden region between her legs.

At first, all he did was kiss the peach fuzzed mound. Later, he went deeper into her darker region starting at her outer lips, licking and kissing, he went in deeper and deeper. He ended up tonguing her as deep as he could. She could hear him slurping and slobbering.

She brought a hand to her mouth and whispered very softly, "Oh my god! Please help me! I'm so scared!" Suddenly, pangs of pleasure rang through out her body. She arched her back and let out a groan and her breathing became labored. She pulled Bruce's head closer to her. Meanwhile, Micheals kept right on screwing her with his tongue, not wanting to hit her main pleasure point until she was ready.

Shanna started to writhe under her lover's ministrations. Her breaths started to come in small gasps and she was trembling but more from the pleasure between her legs than fear. She started to hear herself call out for more and could not believe it. She could not believe the feelings she was feeling. She never knew how good it could feel. Small, high pitched cries started to come from the depths of her throat and were getting louder and louder. He now felt it was time to show her what pleasure was really about.

When he stopped working on her vaginal entrance he went to her tiny love button and flicked it once with his tongue. "Ah, God! Ah!" was her response. Micheals then, slowly at first, worked over her clitoris with his tongue and suddenly Shanna started to go crazy.

"AaaaAAAA m-m-m-My God! What is happening to Meeeeeeee?" screamed Shanna at the top of her lungs. Immediately, she raised her back a far as it would go and cried out in ecstasy. Her hips bucked around Bruce's head and her head thrashed from side to side. She no longer was aware of where she was, what she was doing, all she knew and understood was the extreme pleasure that came from between her legs and spread throughout her body.

After several minutes of thrashing, screaming, and bucking, she finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Slowly and mewing softly, she let the outside world in. She became aware of Micheals moving up her body, kissing her as he went. By the time she recovered, Micheals was above her, bringing his face down to meet her lips with his. Shanna kissed him more deeply than ever, tasting herself in the process. Micheals could not keep himself away any longer and wanted to claim his prize.

Shanna could feel his stiff pole against her leg. Then she felt Micheals guide his battering ram to her entrance. Wrapping her arms around him she pulled him closer. She was now really lubricated and the older man did not have any trouble easing his penis into her. He pushed into her slowly and gently. She let out a slow, low moan. He stopped short when he bumped into her virginal barrier.

He looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you ready, now?" She nodded hesitantly, bracing for the unknown. Then he plunged into her as deeply as could go in one powerful thrust. She closed her eyes and let out a painful cry. He held himself still until she relaxed then he slowly pulled back before pushing into her again. Gradually, his thrusts became quicker, deeper and stronger.

Feelings of pleasure returned to her and she started to rock back and forth with him to feel him as much as possible. Shanna uttered high-pitched moans and cries of pleasure. She started to grab his back and pull him closer. Her young, underdeveloped chest rubbed against his and her legs intertwined around his. She felt every push and thrust quicken and strengthen. His pace became incredible as he was no longer holding back, giving it to her with all the strength and will he possessed.

"Oh, Bruce, Bruce!" She began to chant over and over. She felt pure pleasure come from the every pore of her body. She felt like she was flying over high mountains. She cherished every sensation of his body moving in and out of hers, his lips and tongue marking her chest, neck and face. Never in her life had she ever imagined feeling like this.

Micheals rose from her body and pounded it with all his might. He was close to coming to his climax and relished having this young body below him. But he needed her to climax also, wanting to feel her tighten around his shaft and milk him like a cow. He moved two of his fingers to again stimulate her pleasure spot. Once he touched her there was an instant reaction.

"AWWW MMY GGOD, BRUCE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Pleasure overrode all of her functions and she emanated one loud, ear-piercing scream. Her back arched, almost taking her whole body off the bed. The feeling was so intense she momentarily lost her mind and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her young body flapped around like a fish out of water then collapsed, spread out on the bed.

In the meantime, Bruce pumped her for all it was worth. Taking her waist with both hands he moved with her, riding her like a bucking bronco. Suddenly, his breathing stopped and his whole body tensed and quivered as he emptied his seed into her. After what seemed to be to him forever, he fell on top of her.

Shanna looked up at the ceiling in wonder. "My god, Un...I mean, Bruce." she stuttered, "I never thought it would be like that! It was sooo good. I mean, Wow!"

Micheals rolled over onto his back and chuckled, "Well, I'm not done with you yet, young lady. I still want you. Come here." He motioned her to get up come over to him. He held his now soft penis in his hand and said, "I need you to make it come back alive. I need you to suck it."

Shanna looked at it. His manhood was shriveled up now, covered in her juices and leaking his. She scrunched her nose and said, "Do I have to, Bruce? I really am kinda tired, now."

"Yes, you have to, damn it!" Bruce said in irritation. He saved her mother's life and he was going to get payment in full. He gave her an authoritative tone, "Come on, get to it!"

She hesitated before finally taking it in her hand. She was even slower taking it into her mouth and he became impatient. With both hands he shoved her head onto his penis and ordered her to suck. This shocked her that he would treat her so but she did as he commanded.

With Bruce's help she slowly sucked his manhood. She learned to lick to at his command, to bob up and down and bring her lips around it. The sight of having such a little girl giving him oral pleasure made him rise again strong as before. As she felt him grow, it was harder and harder to take his shaft into her mouth. Soon, with his large hands on her head she started to gag on it and wanted to pull away. That was all right with Bruce for he did not want to release in her mouth, at least not this time.

Instead he pulled her off his stiff member and brought her to him. Then he told her to straddle him, put his maleness in her and ride him like a horse. She got on top of him and guided his hard weapon with hand to her juice soaked sheath. It slid in easily enough. Pleasure again filled her body and she instinctively began to rise and fall on top of him.

He watched Shanna with eyes of lust. He watched as she went up and down, bracing herself with her hands on his chest. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was biting her lower lip. Again, small animal-like sounds started to rise from her throat. The sight and sound of her turned him on. She was a beautiful sight, being pumped from below and in ecstasy because of it. Soon she was riding him at a furious pace, making small cries of bliss.

She brought her arms behind her and rested them on Bruce's upper legs then arched her back and took in the feelings of delight coming from between her legs. Bruce himself brought his hands up to feel her body, especially her small milk glands. Soon, he rose up into a sitting position and brought her legs around his back. She never missed a beat and kept pumping away at him as if he were still.

In this position, he began to buck her back. With one hand, he brought it behind her back and pulled her hair down leaving her neck and chest exposed to lick and chew. Then he took her hand and started to also suck and lick two of her fingers. With them well lubricated, he placed her fingers between their private regions. He pushed her fingers on her tiny love button and showed her how it was done.

Soon, she was masturbating herself while also bucking him. Bruce in the meantime, went on thrusting himself in and out of her nasty place while kissing, licking, and chewing on her neck and chest. All of these sensations were too much for her and she again screamed in up most joy.

Her writhing and bucking in orgasmic gratification finished off Bruce as well. His semen poured into her like a dam bursting and flooding the valley. His body tensed and he almost crushed the tiny girl by bringing his arms around her and squeezing. Finally, they both fell to the bed, breathing hard and looking into each other's eyes.

Of course that was not the end of the night. It was filled with other multiple positions and new enjoyments. In the middle of it, Bruce Micheals began to make other plans for the young, barely pubescent girl. She was now his to do with as he pleased and he would take full advantage of it. She would later learn how perverse Bruce Micheals' fantasies were.

Comments? Questions? Write me at Cougerjock@hotmail.com