John Kellerman: Raped young runaway

Bobbie fumbled at Joe's uniform, finally getting his fly open. Her thin trembling fingers searched inside until she found his cock. It was hard and hot and throbbing, and the head was damp where Joe's foreskin had slipped back some. She'd only seen cocks in pictures before this, and her heart was pounding as she pulled the strange snake-like cock out into the white glare of the flashlight Barney held.

For a moment, Bobbie was hypnotized. She stared at the thick shaft, at the flared ridge under the clinging flesh of the big man's foreskin. That was the head. She knew they had heads – kind of knob that got fat when a man was excited. Her girlfriend back in Bakersfield had told her about that.

"Don't keep us waiting all night," Barney said, giving the flashlight a jerk. "Get your mouth on it."

Joe flicked his cigarette away. "For Christ's sake, Barney, haven't you had your fun?"

"You shut up! You're gonna get a blowjob whether you like it or not."

Barney worked a half-pint bottle from his leather jacket. He pulled at it hard, squeezing his flashlight under his armpit. The gun never wavered for an instant. Bobbie took a breath and put her hands on Joe's hat cock. Barney stepped closer, tapping her temple with the pistol barrel. Cold shivers went up her, and she gave a little moan and began to lick Joe's cock. There was only a small circle of his bluish cockhead showing, and she used her bottom lip and tongue to wet it with her spit.

Barney breathed harder, enjoying the erotic scene he was directing. Joe was breathing differently, too. And when Bobbie opened her big eyes and looked up into his face, he seemed sad and excited at the same time.

The touch of her lips against his cock made her dizzy. She'd never dreamed she'd ever do anything like this. Even her friends back in Bakersfield talked about it like something that happened only rarely. It wasn't exactly the best thing for a girl's reputation – not that she knew anybody who cared any more.

"Come on, come on, you're just fooling around." Barney waved the gun.

Bobbie didn't want to toe Joe's cockhead. She slipped her lips over his foreskin, trying to keep that hot barb from showing itself. But, the warm wetness of her mouth made Joe groan, and she felt his cocktip swelling. It stretched the foreskin back, pushing out nakedly against the trough of her tongue. It was like velvet, and a musky aroma filled her nose. She was breathing as hard as Joe was as she gingerly licked the strangely exciting shape of his cock.

"How's it feel, Joe?" Barney laughed. "She doing a good job?"

"God damn it, Barney, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you for this!"

"Hell, you'll thank me! I can tell you like her tongue. Look at you shaking!"

"Uhhh," Joe gasped, holding onto the fender of the patrol car.

There in the dust, Bobbie knelt, her naked body chilled by the breeze, her chin dripping saliva. She sucked him faster now, hoping to get it all over with. She knew vaguely that a man came when he reached a final crescendo of excitement. When a man came, it was like how a woman came in some ways. Bobbie had experienced the keen, fluttery thrills her finger could bring. She did it often – sometimes twice a day. But there was a difference between male and female, too. Stuff shot out of a man's cock when he reached a climax. An old girlfriend back in Bakersfield had showed her a knotted rubber once. Inside the tip swam a fluid that resembled partly congealed egg white. That was all she remembered. It didn't look like much.

Maybe Joe wouldn't let any of that stuff in her mouth. He seemed nice, he seemed to want to help her.

"Bring him off," Barney snarled, sucking more liquor from the bottle, then pitching it in to the weeds. "I want to see cum on your lips, you little bitch."

Joe staggered, both hands on the patrol car fender. He was breathing heavily, his big chest rising and falling under his leather jacks. Bobbie felt his cock throbbing. It jerked against the roof of her mouth, jerked again. Her hot tongue fluttered along the lobes under his cockhead. She didn't know anything about this, but she went on sucking. She was scared silly of that cop with the gun. He might do anything. She didn't want to make him angry. But Joe's cock was getting so hot and fat! The glans was pulsing now, and it seemed to be taking up her whole mouth.

Panting hoarsely, Joe reached out and put a hand to the side of her face. He petted her as if in apology. He looked into her face. His eyes were glazed with excitement, but she thought she saw affection for her there. Her tongue worked rapidly along the lumpy firmness of his hard-on. Her lips smacked wetly where they clasped his cockshaft halfway back. It was at least eight inches long, and she couldn't get any more of it in to her mouth without choking.

"God damn," Joe breathed, one knee jerking suddenly. His fingers closed in her hair, and he held his breath. The flashlight gleamed mercilessly at the point where Joe's big prick was fitted between her lips.

Then he came.

The spurting rush of fluid surprised Bobbie at first and she pulled back a little. But Barney growled and waved his gun, and she slid her lips forward again, her throat working to get the stringly slickness down. She could feel the tube surging under Joe's cockshaft. She could feel the hot cum boiling out onto the hollow of her tongue.

"Gllluuuhhh," she whimpered, coughing. A white streak trickled from her left nostril. She coughed again. Her tongue was dancing wildly, as if trying to escape.

Joe's fingers curled tighter, holding her there. His hips were moving slightly now, pumping his glossy prick in and out of her mouth.

She whined and shuddered. Hot strings of jizz dripped down her naked chest, between her small firm tits. Then Joe sagged back against the car and she knew it was over. His cock continued to pulse inside her mouth, but only a droplet oozed from the small slitted opening. His fingers relaxed at the side of her head.

His eyes were so strange. It was as if he were apologizing. Or was he thanking her? Or did he even give a damn?

"I'm sure as hell ready for her now," Barney said. He jerked at his belt.

"Aw hell, Barney let her go."

"Let her go? I'm gonna fuck her first."

"She's a virgin. You heard her tell you that, didn't you?"

"Let's see."

Barney grabbed her wrist and jerked her up. He pushed her backwards across the car hood. The metal was cold, and Bobbie whimpered pitifully. But the big man spread her knees and directed the beam of the flashlight into the glossy pink flesh where her cuntlips parted. Bobbie bit her lip as the man's finger explored her adolescent cunt. She felt a pressure against her cherry, then the finger went away.

"So what the hell if she is a virgin. She's gonna get poked some day by some scruffy hippy sonofabitch. We might as well open the door for him first, don't you think?"

"You're not going to do it, Barney."

"You're not gonna stop me. I'll cuff you to the God damn car and take your gun if that's what you want. But I'm gonna get me a piece of ass tonight." He looked hungrily at Bobbie's exposed cunt. "This little teeny bopper is too good to pass up. God almighty, I'll bet she's tight!"

Bobbie saw the cop jerk his pants down. He was keeping the gun on Joe all the time. He pulled her forward until her ass over at the edge of the fender. She saw his cock then. He pushed forward, and for a second the heat of it pressed against her cunt.

Joe hit him so fast that Barney didn't even say anything. Bobbie heard him grunt with pain as he crumpled forward. Joe's fist caught him in the back of the neck, and the man quickly collapsed to the around his pants half off. Joe took his gun.

"Get dressed, damn it!" he snapped. "I wish to hell we'd never seen you out on the highway tonight. There's gonna be hell to pay."