John Kellerman - Raped young runaway

But no one found her. The cop was hiding her right under their noses. She cried with relief, but made herself stop for fear of someone overhearing her grateful sobs.

It was close to dawn when the car began to move again. She stayed quiet, not knowing who might be accompanying the patrolman driving. The car stopped. The door opened. She was so weak with fear that the man had to pick her up and carry her into the house.

"Where am I?"

"My place. I must be losing my mind for bringing you here."

In the early morning light, Bobbie saw the typical small bungalow of an older suburb. The house was messy inside, empty beer bottles around piles of paperbacks. It didn't take much guessing to know that her savior was a bachelor.

"You can stay here until tomorrow night. Then I'll get you a bus ticket out of the state." He seemed to be avoiding looking at her.

Bobbie remembered how he'd had to beat up on his partner that night to keep the man from fucking her. Now this knight of hers had done it again.

But what must he think of her?

She took the bath he ran for her and ate a sandwich, more to please him than because she was hungry. He'd loaned her an old shin to sleep in, and under it she was naked. At least she remembered his name – Joe. His dark hair and mustache made him seem all the more romantic, and she smiled when she caught him looking at her.

"You could get in lots of trouble, couldn't you?"

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because I remembered the little girl on the highway dressed up like a boy. And I guess I remembered how your mouth felt on my…" He took a quick breath and popped the beer he'd been fumbling with. "Hell, I don't know. You're almost young enough to be my daughter."

"Almost."

"And you'll sleep on the couch tonight. Me, I'm gonna get some sleep. Those bastards had me running up and down every gully in the country looking for you."

"Maybe you should have told them I was hiding in your car."

"I don't have that much brains."

Joe went into the other room. She heard the shower going. He came out after a while and got another beer. He looked handsome with the towel around his waist. Bobbie went to fix her bed on the sofa, using the blankets Joe had brought out for her.

For almost half an hour she lay there in the darkness, thinking, yearning. Of all the men she'd had in the past month, she wanted Joe now more than any of them. He was a teenager's dream come true – he'd even saved her! He was a gentleman, like in the movies.

And when a guy came on like a gentleman, it made her hot little cunt throb for his gentleman's cock!

She tossed and turned, but couldn't go to sleep. Was Joe sleeping? Throwing the covers back, she swung her coltish legs off the sofa and stood. The shirt hit her just below her cunt mound. Her pussy was naked because she'd washed her panties by hand and hung them in the bathroom to dry. Joe must have seen them while taking his shower. She smiled to herself, pushing a lock of brown hair back from her forehead. In the daylight coming through the closed curtains, she watched her long thin feet flash across the rug as she headed toward the doorway of the bedroom.

"Joe?"

"Huh?"

"You're not asleep either, are you?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Restless."

Bobbie Ann went over and sat on the bed. She touched his shoulder. She could see him looking at her. She didn't know whether he was mad or what.

"Would you mind if I snuggled," she asked, swallowing hard from the effort of saying such a thing. "I'm feeling kind of lost about now."

He grabbed her, his fingers fumbling at the shirt she wore.

"Here, let me," she laughed, slapping his hand away. She knelt on the mattress as she peeled the shirt away from her willowy nakedness.

Joe licked his lips. His nostrils flared as he pulled her youthful fragrances into his lungs. Bobbie felt as if finally she'd become the woman she'd always been afraid to be before. She pushed Joe back playfully and wiggled herself up onto him. She could feel his hot cock throbbing against her thigh. She licked his neck and whimpered and nibbled and squirmed until he was panting, his strong arms hugging her tightly.

"Damn if you aren't a little devil!"

"But you like me."

"You're like having Miss Teenage America in my bed."

She kissed his mouth then – an open, hungry kiss that made Joe push his tongue between her teeth. His mustache tickled wonderfully, and she ground her cunt mound against his groin, feeling how huge his cock was! It pressed into the softness of her belly. The head of it was a fat, velvet-smoothed knob. Bobbie remembered only too well how that thing had felt inside her mouth.

"What do you think you're doing?" Joe breathed as she began to kiss her way down his chest.

She didn't answer, just kept kissing. She lingered at his navel, spearing her pink tongue into it until he squirmed. Then she licked in the direction of his cocktip. It was resting against his belly, and when she found it, she gave a hungry whimper and covered the swollen head with kisses.

Joe grunted deep in his throat as she fastened her fingers around his balls and worked them playfully while her mouth made a soft, round hole for his cockhead. It went in with a slick pop, and Joe stiffened and mumbled something about loving her.

Bobbie Ann's heart did flip-flops. Was it some dream coming true? After all her misadventures, was everything going to be different now?

"I love to suck you," she whispered, looking up at him, her chin dripping saliva.

His glans glistened before her, and she couldn't wait to get it back inside her mouth again. Since Joe was watching her, she did it slowly, pulling his prick to the side so he could watch her soft lips easing around it, petting it, teasing it.

Joe grabbed her wrists and pulled her up. He made her straddle his belly so that her hot cunt was pressed to the smoldering head of his hard-on. Then he fondled her firm tits as she squirmed around.

Bobbie Ann found herself on her back then, Joe pushing her knees up against her chest and forcing her thighs apart. He began to feast slowly on her exposed cunt, dipping his tongue into her dainty hole so that she panted and hunched from the excitement.

Bobbie had never felt a mouth so wet and hot and hungry! Joe didn't just lick her cunt, he nibbled her thighs, covered her entire mound with licks and kisses. Her cunt swelled out to expose every square inch of overheated flesh to the cop's tongue.

And what a tongue!

But he wasn't just using it for caressing. He probed her deeply with it until she almost thought it was a small cock going in and out of her cunt.

"Nhhhuuuh… uhhhh God! Ohhh, darling!"

She writhed about, her knees drawn up high as her ass switched excitedly on the mattress. She knew that they both wanted it to happen now. She could almost feel that throbbing shaft of firm cockmeat going into her pussy.

"Fuck me! Ohhh, Joe, please… fuck me now!"

Laughing, he rolled away from her. She clutched after him, crawling and falling across the mattress. By the time she got to him, he was sitting on the edge of the bed again, his cock jutting up like some strange sex-spear, its head a dark blue.

"How bad do you want it?" he grinned.

"This bad!" Bobbie whimpered, throwing a leg over his groin.

She nestled down facing him, holding her weight up by grasping Joe's broad shoulders. Beneath her dripping cuntal crevice, she could feel the heat of his cock. She lowered herself another inch and the great, dark head touched her cunt mound and opened her cunthole with a wet snick.

"Uhhhh…" she groaned, her hips rocking as she dared to let a little more weight down.

Joe sat there, enjoying the squirming of her belly, the quivering of her tits. His cocktip was coated with her cuntjuice now, and her muscled cunthole was stretched put around his prick.