John Kellerman - Raped young runaway

But then she thought of his prick again, and the way it had slid so easily over her trembling tongue. Her cunt was aching, feeling empty and hot.

"Ohhhh, God, what's happening to me? What's happening?"

For the next few days, Bobbie tried to busy herself around the house.

It was getting harder all the time to fool anybody concerning her true sex. All the fucking and sucking she'd done with Dan had weakened her facade. She'd lost the ability to swagger like a boy might and she didn't have the heart to try and spit any more. She'd never really been comfortable in the guise of a male, but now the difficulty was magnified. She'd had a cock pushed into her cunt. She'd sucked one, too. And her tits and pussy had been feasted on by Dan. His hungry mouth had made her a woman, so had his cock.

She felt helpless and soft now – a shy, scared girl hiding in the baggy clothes of a tomboy.

Her tits seemed to be getting bigger fast, now that she'd had all this stimulation. She was careful to walk stoop-shouldered so Mary Williams wouldn't accidentally catch sight of the poor flattened things stretching out the elastic band, making bumps in her sweater where bumps weren't supposed to be.

Walking along a downtown street, she thought about running away from her awful predicament. At times she felt like she might be able to escape and hide from the authorities if Dan actually carried through his threat of branding her as a thief and fugitive. But then she'd feel weak and unable to take the chance.

There was something else, too – for three days, Dan had been too busy to spend many evenings at home. There was talk at the supper table of some deal he was making to buy another liquor license and open a new bar. Politics were involved, and the conversations between him and his wife were usually over Bobbie's head. But she wasn't that dumb, and she knew he was going to try and bribe some public officials.

By Wednesday. Bobbie was actually getting a little crazy. And though she hated to admit it, it was because she was horny. Her finger just didn't quite do the job any more. Nor did the salami, nor the bedpost. One afternoon when Dan came home unexpectedly, he gave her ass a pat and the hot thrills surged through her willowy body. But his wife was home, too, and she came out of the kitchen to give him a big kiss.

"I'm going to take the kid with me tonight," he told her. "Maybe I can even tell Senator Rogers that I'm adopting him."

Dan winked at Bobbie. She tried to gesture like a son would to a father, but her heart, wasn't in it. She was thinking of that hot, damp cock inside Dan's pants. She wanted to see it, to fondle it.

She wasn't proud of this new side of her, but it was there nagging all the time. Her cunt began to seep hot juice into her panties. She wondered if Dan was simply making an excuse to his wife so he could sneak his so called son out to a motel for a little action.

"That license means a lot to you, doesn't it, dear?" Mary smiled at Dan.

"It's going to mean a lot to both of us – money, I'm talking about. Lots more money." Dan hugged Bobbie's shoulders and pulled her against one side as he pulled his wife against the other.

Bobbie reddened, wondering what Mary Williams would do if she knew the truth about her and Dan. But she was worrying, too, about this meeting with the senator Dan wanted to impress. Bobbie was certain she wouldn't be able to carry it off – the firm handshake, the eye to eye talk. And what would she wear?

Dan came in her room carrying a box. "What's in the box?"

"It's for you. You aren't going as Bob. You're going as Bobbie Ann."

She had never dreamed of touching such a dress in her life, much less actually putting it on hr body. The red silk clung to her willowy shape like it had been custom made for her. Her hips seemed rounder, fuller, her waist even smaller than it was. And the silk clung to her breasts, letting them fill out to their natural, more spherical shapes. Standing before the mirror, she felt dizzy – as if she were looking at another person entirely. She looked like a one hundred percent female and a very pretty one, too.

"It's so tight!"

"It's supposed to be."

"My breasts… the nipples show through." She touched one soft bump under the clasping red silk.

"I hoped they would."

"But if I'm not going as your son, who am I supposed to be?" she asked.

"A friend. Someone who Senator Rogers is going to be very anxious to know."

Bobbie's heart did a flip-flap. She didn't like the look in Dan's eyes. He smiled as he lit a slender cigar and puffed smoke into the room.

"You're going to get me that license, baby," he said, looking down at her.

"You've got to be crazy!" Bobbie blurted, starting to unbutton the dress. Dan grabbed her arm roughly and jerked her around until she whimpered.

"No, I'm not. I've taken a lot of time to set this up. And I haven't forgotten how you stole from me."

"I've never stolen anything from you and you know it!"

"But I've got it set up so it looks that way. It would sure convince any cop. Grand larceny, too. Even a car with your prints on it. The cops would find it across town and put two and two together they wouldn't have to know that I put it there. Why would they even suspect?"

"Come on. I'm tired of standing around her jawing."

Bobbie followed him out the door.

On the way to the bar-b-que, Dan stopped at a drugstore. He came back with a small sack and dumped the contents onto the seat between them.

"See this little plastic thing here? You fill it with the foam in this bottle."

"What is this?" Bobbie breathed, almost afraid to touch the gadget.

"It'll keep you from getting knocked up if you use it before Rogers slips it to you."

"Who said I'm going to let him slip it to me?"

Dan's face grew harsh. "If he says he wants to, you will! Get that?" He pushed the foam applicator into her hands. "Figure out how to use this little toy. You may need it."

As Dan drove out of town, Bobbie sat dejected, working the plastic plunger, reading the label of the spermacide. Neither said much, and Bobbie Ann wondered if maybe Dan was feeling a little guilty about what he was doing. After all she was so young. He could get in a lot of trouble.

But then, she could, too, if he tried to make those phony larceny charges stick.

When Dan pulled into a motel out on the highway, Bobbie glared at him. "I thought you said we were going to a bar-b-que."

Dan parked and walked her to the door of a unit. Music came softly from inside, but though Dan had aid it was a party, there didn't seem to be a lot of cars parked around.

The door opened and she found herself looking into the face of a man in his forties. He was even more muscular than Dan, and though gray at the temples, he had obviously taken good care of himself over the years. He looked adoringly into her brown eyes.

Dan made the introduction, and she was ushered into the motel room, a glass of something put in her hand. Scotch – she drank some of it quickly to calm her pounding heart. There appeared to be no one in the place except herself and the two men. But she soon found her assumption had been wrong. Mother girl, seemingly no older than she, exited from the bathroom and looked around shyly. Sandy was blonde, breasty and had the scrubbed good-looks of a high school cheerleader. Five minutes later, Bobbie Ann was told that was exactly what she was.

"I don't go to school in town. Dan knew me from the time my folks bought a car from him. I guess he kind of kept track over the years. Then he figured I'd like to make a little money, so…" The blonde glanced around knowingly at the two men who were conversing across the room in low tones.

"You mean, you're supposed to be here with Dan?"