John Kellerman: Raped young runaway

She yearned to taste the salty flood of cum. She didn't think she could wait another second! She was coming now, the breathtaking pleasure fluttering through her.

"Nhhhuuummm…" she cooed through flared nostrils.

Nat's tonguetip fucked back and forth across her exploding clit! She clutched his cockshaft and let her teeth sink into it just a little as her tongue slipped forward and back along the underside of the tip, stroking the plump lobes there as the fevered barb grew to its largest size.

Nat came!

"Damn!"

His hips plunged, but Bobbie held to his cock, keeping just the purplish crown inside her mouth as her tongue went wild up on it. Hot spurts of the thickest, richest cream she'd ever tasted spattered into the back of her throat and streamed from one corner of her mouth. She was coming, too – wiggling, whimpering around the boiling sap that kept shooting up his cum tube and bathing her mouth.

The bed lurched as they rolled around on it, coming, eating each other, gasping and groaning. Bobbie let his cock slide a little deeper, loosening her fingers. Nat pushed hungrily, feeling the heat of her throat and wanting more. Keeping herself calm, Bobbie Ann smothered her urge to gag. The fat tip of his cock forced her tonsils aside and dove past. She let him fuck her deep, let him fuck her throat until his balls bumped her chin. Then she could keep herself calm no longer.

Choking, she swallowed and her throat closed down around his glans. More streams of white jizz flooded her throat. Nat was absolutely flipping out! But her cunt was getting plenty of attention, too. He was nibbling the dainty folds, sucking her clit until she thought she'd go mad!

When at last they lay there panting, Bobbie blinked and opened her eyes. Sandy had awakened and was propped up on one elbow, watching them.

"How can anybody get any sleep around here?" she asked, grinning.

Bobbie was too out of breath to even answer. She just grinned back and closed her eyes. A warm stream of cum was leaking down her chin, and she weakly tried to lick it off. Nat's cocktip rested against her cheek. She liked the slick, hot feel of it there – at least right now she did.

But already she was wondering how she'd feel about the whole wild scene when she was back in her bed with the booze wearing off. But now she was here and her slender thighs were wrapped around a man's head, his mouth still lightly touching her young ravished cunt. She nuzzled deeper into the pillow, moving her hips ever so slightly as she moaned with all the pleasure that had passed through her in such a short time. Nat was kissing her cunt.

God, it felt good!

It was as Bobbie expected. Even the hundred dollars Nat Rogers had slipped her as she'd left didn't wipe away the memory and guilt of that night in the motel room.

Oh, sure, it had been exciting sexually. But now Bobbie knew that she'd let herself in for a whole new lifestyle. She'd given her agreement that that sort of thing was fine by her. She'd obligated herself to doing whatever Dan had lined up for her. And the look in his eye told her that he had lots of plans. Even on the way home from the motel, he'd talked about a real estate deal he wanted to get in on. It would take some finagling with people in the State Senate that was where she came in. It seemed that many of the Legislators in the State Capitol had a penchant for young girls.

Dan was going to use her to satisfy his ambitions for money and power. And meanwhile, he'd get a little on the side. He'd even wanted to fuck her on the way home from the motel, but Bobbie had pleaded exhaustion.

Bobbie Ann felt stranger than ever when she put on the baggy boy's pants and shirt, hoping her tits wouldn't show through the elastic band that was becoming less and less effective in hiding her true sex. Now that she was sucking and sucking, her curves had taken off. Her hips widening some in just a few weeks, it seemed, her coltish legs becoming more filled out, her ass plusher.

And there was a new look in her eyes, too. She saw it in the morning when she brushed her teeth. Yes, she definitely had a bedroomy look about her now.

"I don't want to become Dan's whore. He's trying to turn me into a little slut or something."

Yet when she tried to think of other things besides sex, she couldn't. Her cunt was constantly throbbing, and though she didn't want to be obsessed with sexual thoughts, it didn't take anything to set her off. She was thankful that Dan didn't make her work at the car lot any more. With all those men around, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her mind on what she was doing.

One Friday, Dan began to talk about another little party he had planned for her. Bobbie felt panicky. Dan had been staying away from her pretty much, and she wondered if he'd avoided her on purpose – to get her wired up for a fling with some senator. By now, masturbation was only a temporary measure. She couldn't really relieve the hot tensions and shivery hunger inside her with just a finger and a little baby oil. Even the bedpost had lost its appeal – it was too stiff, and it wasn't hot enough.

There was just nothing in the world like a hot, throbbing cock. And there was only one place where she could find one of those – growing from between the legs of some man.

Bobbie Ann yearned for someone to talk to, someone close to her own age. But she'd noticed that Dan had taken care not to let her know Sandy's phone number in that other town. He wanted to keep her isolated, under his complete control. Bobbie felt more and more like a prisoner – a prisoner of sex and of Dan's unyielding desire for power. She was his pawn, and though she was growing to hate him, she got weak whenever he put his hands upon her.

"Ohhh, Dan don't touch met I'm so nervous lately."

"Then let me calm you down." He petted her firm young ass, and she shuddered and melted against him. She'd been trying to read when he'd tapped on her door and come into the room before she'd had a chance to button her robe. "I think you're about ready for another little party. Didn't you have a good time at the last one?"

"Uhhh… ohhh, Dan… ohhhh!"

He was kissing her neck, and her body responded without her control. She could feel juice leaking into her brown cuntal curls.

"You need some action, baby doll. Every growing girl needs some action."

"I… I don't want any action. Just leave me alone."

"What's this? After all I've done far you? You could be back there at the car lot, you know. By now every guy I've got working for me would have gotten into your pants. I can, tell you baby – you wouldn't fool any of them now."

"What about your wife?"

"You've been keeping out of the way pretty good, just like I told you. And besides, Mary's a little naive. She just thinks you're a boy that hasn't developed yet."

"You can't fool her forever. What if I told her the truth?"

"You know what would happen then. I've got a lot of friends in law enforcement. They'd believe me before they would you."

She looked up at him in disbelief. "You'd actually put me in jail after what I've done for you?"

"Okay, so you wrapped up that liquor license business, and I appreciate it. But you were taken care of just fine. I know Nat must have slipped you some money. I didn't ask you to turn it over, did I?"

His hand had slipped under her robe, and he was petting the damp fur of her cunt mound, making her moan and rock her hips.

"God, what a hot little box you've got! Nat raved about it. He wants to see you again, by the way. I guess it wouldn't hurt… would it?"

"Don't touch me any more! I can't stand it."

"You love it."

His finger had pressed between her pink cuntlips and found the tight hollow place where her cuntflesh opened into that fevered, mysterious tube that drove men wild. Gently, kissing her neck at the same time, Dan fingerfucked her as she sagged weakly against his chest. She clung with both arms around his neck, panting, her eyes rolled back in her head.