John Kellerman - Raped young runaway

"Whhhuuuhhh…"

She shuddered, feeling strange spasms beginning – an itchy madness so intense that she couldn't even breath, a tingling pleasure that radiated from the squishy, blood-swollen folds of her cunt.

Dan grasped her wiggling hips even, tighter. His fingers slipped around her waist, and with a whimper of excitement, Bobbie realized that the big man's hands could fit clear around her body there. Holding her firmly at that point, bet ass was free to prance and buck. Dan held his cock still and let her cunt dance around it. The juice seeped down both her thighs, wetting her ankles and dripping off her toes.

Bobbie hadn't guessed that she could get so wet! Her hot little pussy was squeezing convulsively around Dan's hard-on, and her clit felt as if it were a chunk of heated steel.

"Ohhhh… I can't stand it any longer!" she squealed.

Her toes fanned apart. Her flat white tummy sucked in sharply under her ribs. Her tits quivered as she shook there in Dan's hungry grasp, shook there upon the spear of his cock.

Then Bobbie came!

Thrashing, kicking, bumping her knees into the front of the cabinet, she came with gasping sobs of relief as once again Dan began to slide his enormous cock in and out of her adolescent cunthole.

Now the convulsions inside her were coming rhythmically. Each squeezing force caused Bobbie to throw her head back and babble half-words of lust.

"So big… so damn big! Uhhhhh… gonna split me do… uh… middle! Uhhhhh!"

She drooled on herself but didn't care. Her nostrils were flared, her heart pounding, her thigh muscles bulging out with the tension. She pawed at the front of the cabinet with both feet, her hips rocking wildly from side to side as Dan supported her, his great hands circling her waist.

Bobbie wished she wasn't going crazy like this. But she couldn't help it. It would have been easier to stop breathing.

"Nhhhaaah! Uhhhh… God, God, God!"

She came with frantic, writhing movements as the hot swollen thing inside her delved deep, very deep into her youthful softness. Dan dragged that plum-like knob out of her in a way that made her mad to have it again.

"Yaaaahhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh, put… it… in… again! Ohhhh… God damn! Ohhhh, please… please!"

With a slick sound, she was penetrated, and her ass worked in a frenzy from side to side as she rubbed her tingling cunt against the hilt of his hard-on. Ecstatic spasms throbbed through her until she was almost too weak to draw another breath. When she sagged suddenly in Dan's embrace, he pulled her back against his chest and petted her damp forehead. Then he slowly straightening his legs and stood, holding her tightly against him, his prick still imbedded to the hilt in her dripping cunt hole.

Dan sat in a chair, Bobbie nestled in his lap. The hot spear still pulsed inside her. Though she'd just come, she could feel the size and firmness of it very clearly. Dan was panting hard, caressing her slim young body as if he'd found some priceless treasure. She realized with surprise that he had not yet come.

"Darling little baby," he whispered, fondling her tits as he reached around her body.

She leaned back against his chest and sucked in huge lungfuls of air. She was still shaking, her mind a swirling carnival of pleasant shivers and thrills.

"Ohhh, Dan, what did you do to me? I can't even think straight."

Dan said nothing. He moved his hips under her, slowly at first, letting her weight shift from side to side, letting her firm asscheeks roll across his thighs. More of her cuntjuice coated his rubber sheathed prick. The thrills Bobbie had thought were over throbbed back. The head of Dan's cock was filling out inside her! She could feel every powerful surge of it.

"Dan… ohhhh, wowee!"

Her cunt began to spasm again. The pleasure wasn't as keen as her first climax, but it was clearly a separate explosion – a second come! She whimpered, too weak to do much more than jerk her hips a little on that enormous stake of hot cockmeat.

But Dan was moving more wildly now. He pulled her head back and kissed the nape of her neck, working his way around under her chin until she felt his tongue touch her lips. She turned her head to the side and let him kiss her. His bear-like arms squeezed her slender body. Her back was sweaty against his chest and belly. His cock surged again, and she felt a small force of something deep, deep inside her! Dan grunted low in his throat – it was almost a growl. Bobbie knew his rubber was filling quickly with fresh, hot cream.

"Ohhhh, damn! Ohhhh, baby doll!"

He bit her neck, his hips lunging under her. The chair squeaked on the floor as together they writhed in the madness of the moment. Bobbie's second climax had her ass dancing again, though weakly. She could feel her soft cunt caressing the man's hot prick, pulling at the stringy cum as it filled the thin membrane of latex that was the only thing between his cock and her womb. As she sat upon Dan's lap like that, she knew that his prick was very, very deep.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped, each hand completely covering one of her tits. He pumped up and down, then stopped moving and let out a tired breath.

It seemed they sagged there against each other for a long time. But finally Dan eased her up from his lap, and she felt his cock slither out.

She turned, shocked, embarrassed and a little angry now that she was fully in charge of her emotions again. Hi prick was still pretty hard, but the tip of the rubber was not clinging so tightly to his glans.

"You're gonna have to keep playing your masquerade," he told her, "but you won't have to go to work at the car tot any more. You're too fine for that."

"What'll I do?"

"Just bang around the house. You can help my wife with things she needs done. But don't let her suspect for a second that you're not really a boy."

He stood up and cupped her chin. Then he kissed her.

"I'll take care of you. You'll have anything you want."

"I don't know what I want," she whined.

It was true. She'd been a scared runaway when her little game had been found out. Now the defense she'd relied upon had turned into a trap. But nothing would keep her from running away. That's how she'd escaped unhappiness before. She didn't want to be a slave to this man, even if he did promise her rewards for letting him do naughty things to her.

"You'll end up in jail or worse if you don't let me take care of you."

Bobbie hung her head. "Maybe I wouldn't. Maybe I could find another job."

"Not if I told the cops you'd split from here after getting into my cash box." Dan smiled confidently. "Whose word would they take for the truth… huh?"

"Then I'd tell them what you made me do!" Bobbie snapped, her eyes wide with anger.

"I'm respected in this town. Never fooled around on my wife, at least not so's anybody found out. They'd just laugh at you, honey. And anyway, you're not a girl at all. You're a boy, remember?"

"Besides, you loved it just now. You can't fool me about that. Already you're thinking of the next time I eat that hot little slit of yours or slip my cock inside you – or do some other things I'm sure you'd enjoy."

Bobbie blushed furiously. "I… I hate you!"

"No, you don't. You'll be begging for it before long, you hot-tailed little nymph."

That evening at supper, Bobbie could hardly keep her part of the conversation going. She felt simply awful for playing the part of a young boy to the unsuspecting Mrs. Williams while Dan leered at her from time to time or touched her knee under the table. After helping with the supper dishes, Dan invited her into the front room to share a little wine with him and his wife.

Mrs. Williams seemed in a romantic mood as she cuddled against her husband and whispered things to him. She wasn't a bad-looking woman, merely plain. Her short red hair was styled attractively. It was plain to Bobbie that she'd fixed herself up especially to attract her husband.