John Kellerman: Teenage sex slave

"You want to go to the cops?"

"Noo!" I shook my head. "Not yet anyway. I have to get my head all straightened out."

"Maybe you'd better tell them everything." His jeans bulged as I kissed him. "Before Nat gets hold of them and tells a bunch of lies."

"He can't do anything now," I said. "Remember, you saw how I was chained up. You saw! Nat must know that now since he found the broken window in my room."

We drove along Maple Street for a while. Everything seemed so peacefully summertime now that I was free from Nat. I moved my fingers against the tight denim on Bobby's thigh. He was breathing hard and his cock was bulging out hugely. I touched the hump of his pants.

"Jerilyn?"

"Mmmmmm?"

"Would you like to… I mean do you think we could…"

"Ohhhh yesss! I'm dying to!"

Bobby stopped at the next light and pulled me against him. His tongue lashed wetly against my open lips and then dove inside. I sucked it deep, making whining sounds and moving my hips up and down on the seat.

Somebody behind us honked. The light was green.

"We can't go to my place," I said. "For one thing, Nat has the key. And he might look for me there."

I was certain that Nat wouldn't chance going to the police. Especially since there was a possibility that I would. I saw now that I had something I could use against him now. Even if he did marry my mother. Especially if he married my mother. I made Bobby stop at a pay phone and give me a dime.

I dialed Nat's number and he answered on the second ring. Obviously, he hadn't been in any big hurry to get to the authorities. He started out asking me to be reasonable, to come back up to his place so we could talk things over. But I knew what would happen whenever I got within range of his strange power. Even though I had Bobby to give me strength now, I didn't want to ever be compromised by Nat again. I told him how it was going to be.

He could many my mother if she was crazy enough to do it. He could go on like always, being a big-shot lawyer in Rutherford and all. But now I would be on the payroll. He would send me a check every month. A nice, fat check.

I was surprised at my ruthlessness. But after all, I'd learned it from Nat.

When I got back in the car, Bobby saw my smile.

"You called the cops?"

"Nope. I did better than that…"

I kissed his lips so gently that he started moaning and wanting more. I pushed my mouth up close to his ear.

"You know that motel over in the next county? The one the old man runs who never asks any questions if you have the money for the room?"

"Yeah," Bobby sighed, his hands working under the hem of the red dress.

"Ohhh God, let's go there, Bobby! Let's go there in a hurry!"

It was the middle of the morning, but old Mr. Caruthers didn't blink when he took Bobby's money and shoved the key across the scarred counter.

I'd gone into the motel office with Bobby because I didn't feel like being left alone. I clung to his arm as he tried to conceal his embarrassment.

But it showed it anyway. I couldn't blame Bobby for being a little red-faced.

I was obviously underage. Barefoot. In a blood red dress that people around Rutherford just didn't wear on the street.

Of course, old Mr. Caruthers didn't know. I wasn't wearing panties. But I didn't think that would've bother him much anyhow. He had the money for the room and Bobby's signature in the guest book.

As we started out the door, he was already giving his full attention to the television set again.

"Ohhh, Bobby… it'll be just the two of us… alone!"

Bobby pound the gears parking in front of unit three. Then we ran giggling into the dark, cool room and fell on the bed, already tangled up and breathing hard.

"I don't want to hurry too much," Bobby gasped, pushing the red dress up frantically, trying to expose my heavy tits.

"Ohhhh hurry, I don't care Bobby! Hurry!"

"I've got blue balls just thinking about you in that room with the chain."

"Don't! I want to start living flow! From this moment an…" But Bobby's wards had made me think. As much as I wanted to get even with Nat for the perverted things he'd done to me, I had to admit that a change had occurred. I'd been freaked about boys before Nat's little games. And now I was eagerly undressing one of the wildcat guys in Rutherford. I sure wasn't a scared, defensive virgin any more!

"Baby… God you always smell like you're ready to fuck!"

"I am… I am!"

"And your tits… Jesus fucking Christ!"

"They're not too big?"

I had managed to unfasten Bobby's fly and was edging his shorts down, my fingers trembling as I circled the hot shaft of his prick.

"I always thought I dug little tits… until I kissed yours."

"Ohhh, Bobby, that's sweet."

I had his cock in my hand now and I pulled it up out of his strangling undershorts. I remembered the familiar bend it had… and now that I'd seen Nat's cock, I knew that Bobby was… well, different! My heart pounded as I looked at his thick cock. For the fiat time in my life, I wanted to put that cock in my mouth! The shock of realizing that I wanted to do something that Nat had forced me to do made me blush. Of course I had sucked Bobby's cum before. But that had been an emergency.

"I… Bobby, I want to suck your cock." I swallowed and closed my eyes. My fingers tightened just behind the flared glans until I felt Bobby's pulse pounding there. "I just had to say that… I really want to!"

"I want to eat your pussy too!" Bobby sighed. He moved his hips on the bed and I started to jack his cock up and down slowly.

"Ohhhh God! I never thought it would be this fun," I said dreamily. I was watching the way his cock-tip was darkening. The way it was getting so fat and so much hotter.

"Uhhhhnnn! Jerilyn honey… you'd better not…"

"Just think, Bobby! We have all the rest of the day to play. And all night too, if we want." I giggled and leaned down to rub my spit-wet lips over the head of his prick.

"Jerilyn… baby, you'd better not do that right now… you'd better slow…"

I played with his balls. They slid around in their sack when I fingered them. I could feel everything now that I was really paying attention.

But what was wrong with Bobby? His face looked flushed. He was grunting.

"Jerilyn… I've been wanting this too long… I'm all worked up and, honey… if you don't stop doing that…"

"Doing what?"

"Nhhhuuuuu!"

My hair tangled around his prick. I unwound it slowly, and then I took his prick in both hands and started licking it in long upward movements of my tongue like it was a lollipop. I giggled and looked up at Bobby. His face was red and he was holding his breath.

Then I looked back down at his cocktip.

The tiny slitted opening widened suddenly and a huge froth of cream formed there. It reminded me of the way whipped cream came out of a can. The whitish curds just kept building there until finally they began to slip down the sides of his tip and over my knuckles. Then a powerful jet shot up so quickly that I felt it stream up my cheek.

"Wowee!" I should have known what was happening! But now that Bobby was coming, I knew he had to finish. I plunged my mouth quickly around the throbbing prick and sucked. Then I licked around the slit where more cum was boiling out.

It tasted good to me now. Now that I knew how I felt about Bobby and how he felt about me. And I guess even Nat had something to do with my change of hurt. There was nothing wrong with the stuff. It felt slick and slimy all right, but just thinking about where it came from made my pussy hip with hot juice.

I sucked hungrily.

"Huuuhnnn… Ohhhh, Jerilyn… motherfucker…"

Bobby caressed my face with shaking hands. He was jerking and lurching around on the bed as I raised and lowered my head over his crotch. I was fingering his balls too, playing with them.