John Kellerman: Teenage sex slave

I had only seconds to think… to make my decision. Bobby was too excited to his cock out of my body. I decided. I shoved my hand wider his balls until I felt his asshole.

I could feel Bobby's surprise as I touched his asshole. His eyes roll and he tried to say something. But he was too close to coming to try and stop me.

"Jerilyn… what… are… you…"

What was I doing? Was I really going to shove a finger in a man's asahole? I never would have dreamed of such a thing a week ago. But thing had changed… I'd changed. And now it was the only way. Then I punched hard, curling my finger deep into Bobby's hot ass.

He went stiff as a board and his legs flopped like someone had gaffed him with a spear.

"Nnhuuuuuuuuu!" I pushed deeper. I felt his muscles tightening, trying to force me out with rhythmic movements. But I shoved deeper, frantic to find that tender lump that would give me power over Bobby's nearing climax.

"Jerilyn… fuck… f-f-fuck!" He drooled. His heart was pounding against my nipple. His hands clutched at me but missed. And his legs were still stiff. I searched into the soft, slick heat… praying I'd find what I had to find. And then something powerful throbbed against my fingertip.

I raked the swollen gland with my nail.

Bobby stopped breathing for an instant and I felt his cock swelling inside me. I gouged the hot lump again and again, working my finger deeper into its muscled firmness. I had my finger as far into his ass as it would reach.

The sensation excited me! To be fooling around inside a guy's ass when usually it was the boy who did that kind of thing to a girl. I felt a certain power, a knowledge that Bobby wasn't aware of.

His cock wasn't pulsing so hard now. I knew that I had stopped his come. If I held my finger up against that lump, he would have time to pullout of me.

"Take you cock out… hurry, Bobby!"

Groaning… gasping with excitement and pentup tension, Bobby dragged his steel-hard cock out of my cunt. I was careful to keep my finger shoved tight against that powerful muscled inside him… pinching off the fury of his thrust even before it began.

Then we heard the car pull up in front of the house. I looked blearily at the broken window. A door slammed. Someone was walking up the front steps.

"Bobby… it's Nat. I just know it must be!"

Bobby couldn't hear me. He was jerking on the bed… his muscles gone crazy with the dammed up tension. My mind began to work… work fast.

If I took my finger out of Bobby's ass, he'd come! He'd come all over everything… the bed… me… the floor! And I knew how that stuff smelled. When Nat came into the room, he'd know there'd been a man there and he'd start searching and Bobby would be finished. Somehow Nat would see to that.

But if somehow I could hide that hot sap… if I could get rid of it so that Nat wouldn't suspect… then maybe there was a chance for Bobby to hide. I could pretend sleep and with the chain still in place on my neck, Nat would never think to look for someone in the room. He might punish me for the broken window, but how could he connect that with Bobby?

But the first thing was getting hold of Bobby's come. I looked down at his squirming form. I was crouched over his body, my finger still pressed tightly against that throbbing, bursting gland in his guts. I fondled his stiff cock.

Of course. That was the only way. I'd have to swallow Bobby's cum. And I wouldn't have much time.

I opened my mouth, took a breath for courage and lowered my head. His cock began to throb all the harder against the roof of my mouth. When I'd closed my lips firmly around the shaft, I jerked my finger out of Bobby's asshole and fluttered my tongue wildly against his cock.

The sudden spurt of Bobby's sap into my throat shocked me. But I swallowed it down before I could think of gagging. I knew I couldn't spill a drop. Nat would sniff it out if I did. Nothing was quite so pungent as fresh cum!

I sucked hard on that bulging knob that had suddenly burst like a ripe fruit. Heavy, slick froth bubbled out. I cooed with the fever of Bobby's coming. And Bobby looked like he was having a fit.

"Huuuuuuuuhnnnnn!" His hips pumped upwards with quick, short jabs. I felt the stiffness of his prick stabbing into my throat, but I kept my head moving back when he did that. He was fucking my lips and tongue and teeth! He was trying to fuck right down my throat! And the come! It was thicker than I'd thought it would be! And hot! I gulped it don.

"Jerilyn… sonofabitch…"

A curd leaked onto my chin nursed what was left in Bobby's balls. His cock was not jerking as violently against the roof of my mouth now. A tiny jet frothed over the glossy head and I swallowed that, and then I looked down at his cock as I jacked the skin up and down the shaft. I wanted to make sure he didn't drip all over the place when I hid him. I worked my fingers up and down, trying to milk everything out. Another little gop of white foam appeared at the tiny slit and I lapped it away with the flat of my tongue.

Bobby's body shuddered and he started trying to get a breath.

"There! You're all dried up!" I pushed him from the bed. "Come on… Nat's coming… we've got to hide you."

My chain jingled as I guided Bobby to the closet. I tiled to steady Bobby as he lurched across the room, holding up his pants with one hand, flying to stuff his cock back inside with the other.

I closed the closet and jumped back in bed, jerking the chain with me. Then I pulled a blanket round my shoulders.

Nat's footsteps sounded in the hall. He opened the door and looked in.

"I didn't think you'd be awake…" He shut the door behind him and came around the bed. He hadn't noticed the broken window.

"I got my business done early," he said. "And I was missing you." He pulled the chain and made me sit up like a dog. "You been a good girl?"

"Y-y-yes."

He ran a hand over my shoulder and then touched my breast. I trembled, knowing that Bobby had kissed me a lot then. Nat didn't say anything. At least not right then. But I could see that he'd noticed how my nipples were all swollen out. And now he could smell the musky heat of my pussy.

"You've missed me, haven't you?"

I kept my head bowed. Afraid my voice might give me away. He picked up the chain and toyed with it. If Bobby made a noise in the closet I wasn't sure that Nat wouldn't go crazy with anger. But if Nat started fooling around with me, Bobby might not be able to keep his cool either. It was like sitting on top of a bomb. I didn't know what to do.

"I've been cooped up all day… could you take me outside for a while to get some air?"

"Of course," Nat bent to undo the end of the chain leash from the floor. Then he led me to the door.

When we were outside, I hoped that Bobby would have the good sense to get away without blowing the whale thing. He was my only chance for getting out of this madhouse.

Nat led me through the back yard, past the flower garden and bird bath. Then my feet felt the coolness of a brick walk. He was taking me deeper into the small orchard in back in the grounds. We stopped at an artificial waterfall. The cool night air felt good in my lungs. But there was the constant drag of the chain, pulling, reminding me. I wasn't about to let on how sexually pent up I was.

"You're trembling," Nat said. He touched me under the blanket. He knew how to touch all right.

Nat took the end of the chain and passed it through a nasty iron loop high on the wall. My heart jerked when I saw what he was doing because I knew he had something weird in mind. Maybe something painful…

"I guess the mason I take such delight in torturing you is because you enjoy it so damned much."

"Noooo. I hate it!" There was a quiver in my voice… not entirely caused by fear.