John Kellerman - Teenage sex slave

"Ohhhh yesssss!"

"You like to fuck, don't you, Jerilyn?" Nat said. "Yessss!" I threw my hips up and down, feeling that prick skewer me, stab me, spear me! My juices flooded out and down over Nat's balls. My fingertips played around the edges of my cunt-hole, feeling every inch of his cock sliding into my belly!

"Ohh God, Nat… I'm gonna come…!"

He was smoothing the back of my head and kissing my ear. Then I felt his fingers sliding down to where that vibrator still tormented my asshole. He petted the taut, convulsing hole. And then I knew that that buzzing itch wasn't going to be just a come… it was going to make me crazy!

And it did. I sank my teeth into Nat's shoulder… I bit him hard! I wasn't trying to get revenge for anything… I wasn't even thinking like that. It was that fever that blistered the membranes of my cunt and the vibrator which raged in my ass!

"Nhhuuuu! Ohhhhhh Jesus! Let me be… I'm losing my mind!"

My ass danced above Nat's body as I fucked his cock. I could tell that my biting and my clawing fingernails were having an effect on Nat too! He was grunting with excitement and his eyes were closed. I groaned against his chest and dug my nails even deeper into the flesh of his back. Our stomachs were sweaty together. I rose and fell over his rigid meat, my pussy-lips sucking at the head when I lifted my body high.

And then I bunt, and the stars all burst around me. I rubbed every part of my body against the man underneath my loving. His cum spurted hotly into the depths of my pussy and long strings of it trickled out.

"Now… you're… learning…" Nat gasped. "Huuuhnnn!"

"Nat… Jesus… fuck… Ohhhhh shit!"

I didn't think I had a spark of energy left. I felt completely exhausted. And yet somehow I kept moving… I rode that stiff cockshaft like a home. In and out, up and down… it felt like I never wanted it to stop.

Then I just fell down across him again. My come was dying away… slowly… away… but that damned thing in my ass buzzed on. I whimpered for Nat to help me!

"Ohhh get it out… Nat… I'm going to lose my mind for sure this time!"

I felt him digging between the plump cheeks of my bottom. His fingers slipped into the tortured hole and I choked on a sob and just trembled there, my legs thrown wide for him, my hips still working in the fading throes of fucking.

Then I sensed that Nat had grasped the plastic base of the thing and was dragging it out of my ass. When it slid past the muscular edges of my hole, I lifted up. Then the vibrator was out of me and Nat threw it into the grass.

I fainted.

It was like coming up a long ways from deep water. I kind of knew I was asleep, but not completely unconscious either. The dream was strange. My friend Lorrie was in it. We were sitting on a bed. I was telling Lorrie how good my half of the popsickle was. But I couldn't tell her very easily because it was hard to talk with the thing in my mouth.

It was a funny kind of popsickle. It wasn't cold for one thing. And that bothered Lorrie. She said it wasn't right to suck on warm popsickles. It might make me sick, she kept saying.

But I liked it. Even though it wasn't sweet… or didn't seem to be melting. Then the dream changed. Somebody – was it Lorrie? – was touching me. A mouth. Against my thighs. Against my cunt!

No, it couldn't be Lorrie. And that popsickle still hadn't gotten any smaller. No matter how hard I sucked on it, it stayed the same. Maybe it was even getting a little bigger!

"Mmmmmmm…" I was aware that I was moaning in my steep and yet even that wasn't enough to awaken me.

Now my mother was in the dream. She was shaking her finger at me. Telling me it wasn't nice to eat a popsickle in front of company. What company? The dream fuzzed and the tickly, itchy licking grew more intense. It was getting less and less dreamlike.

I moved my sleeping body in the bed. Satin sheets. So I wasn't at home, or at Lorrie's either. I was slowly beginning to wake up. The thick, hot popsickle throbbed bigger between my lips. Something danced over the nubbin of my clit and sent a wave of pure pleasure through me like a jolt of lightning.

I opened my eyes.

The room was almost pitch dark. But then I saw the light coming through the curtains – moonlight. And I felt the mouth sucking wetly against my mound. Then I knew my hands were tied with silk at the small of my back and that I was lying on them.

I was looking at Nat's balls! The reality swirled back with almost sickening intensity.

Nat's cock was being pumped gently in and out of my mouth as he hovered over my body on his knees. And as he slowly fucked my mouth, his tongue was diving in and out of my seeping cunt.

"Huuuuu!"

"Easy, honey," he said, seeing that I was starting to wake up.

I tried to roll away from him, but my shoulders were caught between his knees. The angle his cock made in my mouth wouldn't let it go very deep. But I couldn't get that throbbing, barbed tip away from between my teeth. He kept fucking me with it, fucking my mouth.

I tugged at the silk at my wrists.

Nat turned on the bed. Then he was straddling my chest, his cock angled now so that he could slide it as deep into my mouth as he wanted. My poor pussy pulsed hungrily for the mouth that was no longer teasing it.

Nat looked down between his arms as he brought his hips forward.

"When I was in law school," he said, "I used to have the hots for a professor's daughter. I never thought I'd be able to really have a teenager for my very own…"

"Nhhuuuummmmmm!" I tried to twist my head to the side, but now that he was fucking my mouth it was even harder to escape than before. I kicked my heels into the mattress. Nat pushed his cockhead into my throat. I was on the verge of gagging. He held that swelling, sensitive barb there, rocking it gently forward and back.

"You like it… don't lie to me, you like it!"

There was a part of me that hated it! The part of me that was afraid of being hurt. But that daring part of me was like Nat said. I couldn't ignore that any more. That huge, hard shaft resting on my tongue… the bulging veins, the hot tip it was bewitching in some weird way. I wasn't thinking of it as sucking a man's cock. It was something being done to me that I didn't have a name for.

Nat eased his shaft back, back over my jerking tongue. I washed the underside of it with quick, hot licks. I didn't even think about doing it. Just the fullness of that prick in my mouth made my tongue work.

Nat kept pulling it back until just the tip rested on my lip. Then he touched my breasts softly. I was beginning to start thinking more clearly now. I remembered what had happened out in the garden when I'd been bound up against that wall. Then I wondered about Bobby Jackson. He'd obviously gotten out of the house when Nat had taken me to the back yard.

But Nat was starting to tremble.

I started to turn my head away, but then Nat brought his hips forward and buried the head of his cock in the depths of my throat. As lugged and my stomach twisted into a knot, I felt the hot curds exploding… slipping in strings down my throat and into my stomach.

Then Nat did something really weird. Even while his cock was jetting cum, he jerked it out of my mouth and shoved his body down against mine, scooting lower, smearing his hot jizz over my breasts and belly.

With one strong jab, his cocktip speared deep into my womb.

"Ohhhh… what are you doing to me?"

Nat kissed my cummy mouth hungrily. His powerful body rammed my thighs open… wider… wider! I felt completely raped, ravished, penetrated. I lurched and writhed under his fucking. I'd passed out with two vibrators stuck into my body and now I'd awakened to find a cock in my mouth… which had quickly been jammed into my pussy while it jetted thick cream!