John Kellerman: Raped young runaway

The next few minutes were confusing. Bobbie helped Joe put the other cop into the back-seat of the car. Joe handcuffed him and told Bobbie to climb in front. He drove her back towards the interstate without saying a single word.

"I want to thank you, but I don't quite know how," she finally mumbled.

"All I'm worrying about is my job now. Barney's had it in for me for a long time. I don't know whether the chief will take my word against his."

They were on the interstate now. Bobbie adjusted the wide elastic that pressed her tits flat against her chest. Her mouth tasted cummy. It gave her an odd tingle when site remembered how hot that stuff had been, rushing into her mouth.

Joe pulled onto the shoulder. "Get your pack and get the hell out." He stared straight ahead.

"I'm sorry about all this, but it wasn't my fault."

His stern expression softened. He looked at her. "No, I guess it wasn't."

Bobbie reached out before she thought, and took the big man's hand. She squeezed it hard.

For a second be smiled, then be said gruffly, "You'd better stay off the road. You're gonna get your fool self killed someday."

The patrol car screeched away from her and she stood there panting, her pack hanging heavily from one shoulder. It had been like some awful nightmare. But the after taste of Joe's cum made her feel sad, like she'd lost a friend. It was a stupid way to feel.

She clenched her teeth and stuck her thumb out at the approaching lights of a car. She was surprised when it slowed and pulled over. She ran up to it as a man leaned across to roll down the window. The car was a big white Lincoln. Expensive cigar smoke wafted from inside.

"Climb in, I almost didn't see you. You wouldn't be looking for a job, would you?"

Making her voice husky, Bobbie told him that she was. The car swooshed off and she nestled in to the luxurious seat and listened to the man's offer. But her thoughts kept slipping back to Joe, that crazy cop. He could have done anything he wanted to her. He could have gone along with his partner and nobody would have been the wiser. She licked her lips and touched a crusty place under her nose where his hot cum had overflowed.

"You'll get three bucks an hour for shagging cars, washing cars, charging batteries. It's a big car lot and we do a bustling business." The man tapped his cigar in the ashtray. He glanced at her. "You're a pretty skinny kid. How old are you?"

"Old enough."

"Run away from home, I'll bet."

"Yes, sir."

"Looks like you got a bunch of hair stuffed under that cap. I hope you're not one of them damn hippies."

"No, sir. I'll get it cut if you want."

"Hell, I don't care. Just as long as you do the work, you can have green hair." The man stuck his hand out. Bobbie gave him as masculine a grip as she could muster. "My name's Dan, the Car Man. What's yours?"

"Bob," she said quickly. "Bob Price."

The work was easy enough. Bobbie trimmed her hair an inch all around so she wouldn't attract too much attention, but since there were a couple of other guys who wore theirs just as long, it seemed okay. She'd learned how to imitate a boy's swagger and she could spit pretty good. Though she got curious looks from time to time, everyone seemed to accept the fact that she was just a skinny, narrow-shouldered boy – a late developer.

Dan Bateson, her boss, was pretty nice, too. He fronted her some money before she even started work and let her sleep on the bunk in the room behind the office. Yet, sometimes she felt him staring at her in the oddest way. But it was a look she was used to. Maybe every so often a tiny bit of her femininity showed through – the femininity she wanted to hide.

It scared her to be a girl. And it scared her to remember that big cock in her mouth. But at times she found herself daydreaming about it, and she noticed that her cunt was damp. These moments confused Bobbie no end.

Then on a Friday afternoon when things were pretty slow around the lot, one of the boys nudged her as she washed down a Cadillac.

"Hey, Bob, we got a hot one in the van in the back lot."

"What?" She looked up at Mike, a boy with longish blond hair and a mustache.

"A hot one!" Mike winked. "A chick, man. She likes to gang-bang." He shrugged and grinned broadly. "At least she never complains." Mike grabbed Bobbie's arm. "Come on, I'll bet she'd even hump a skinny guy like you."

"I'd better finish washing this car."

"Aw hell, the ole man's gone for the afternoon. Come on. Get yourself a good hot piece."

She had to go with him. Her knees began to tremble when she saw the open back doors of the van and three or four guys looking in.

By now, Bobbie felt very fainthearted. When she looked down at the writhing couple on the plush carpet of the van, she dug her nails into her palm.

"Go at her, Big Ned," somebody said.

The boy named Ned was over six-four and thickly muscled. He had the black-haired girl's knees pushed wide and was fucking furiously, his ass dimpling each time he tensed it and shoved his cock into her.

Bobbie could see the pretty girl's thighs glistening where the cum from her previous fucks had been smeared. Her big tits rose and fell, and she rocked her hips and plunged her cunt up and down against the in-and-out movements of Ned's prick. There was a musky, erotic perfume hanging thickly in the air, and the soft sucking sound of her cunt being penetrated made Bobbie moan under her breath. It was the first time in her life she'd seen raw, uninhibited sex.

Or should she have counted the time she'd given that cop a blow-job?

"Uhhhh, baby, ahhhhh, fuck me good," the girl moaned, her fingers sliding down to the small of Ned's back.

Mike licked his lips and gave Bobbie another wink. "Hurry up, Ned. Bob, here, wants to get in on the action." A few of the on looking boys laughed.

"Bob might fall in and drown in there," one said.

"We don't want him to hurt himself."

Their taunts didn't bother Bobbie. She knew that she cut a pretty wimpy figure as a boy, but she was good enough to be believable. That was all she cared about.

Mike nudged her again. "Some of these skinny cats are the best fuckers going. Right, Bob?"

"Right," she said back, keeping her voice lower than usual.

But her eyes had never left the squirming girl under Ned's plunging hips. To actually witness such an act made her feel so weak. And her cunt throbbed terribly. It was getting her panties wetter every minute. She hooked her thumbs in her pockets and chewed her gum and tried to look as manly as the other guys hovered around. Inside, she was imagining what it must feel like to that girl. How that hot cock felt going into her hole.

It scared Bobbie to think of losing her virginity. Her parents had always shoved their views of sex down her throat. Though she knew that sex wasn't really as wicked as her morn and dad had said it was, the thought of it had always frightened her.

"Ohhh, God!" the girl gasped, her hips going crazy now. She seemed to be moving in a dozen different directions all at the same time. Ned was having a hard time keeping his cock in her cunthole. Bobbie saw the inflamed lips of her pussy, saw the head of the boy's prick for an instant before he rammed it deep into the glossy folds of flesh.

"Ned's gonna get his rocks."

"If you will shut up," Net growled beck. He seemed terribly out of breath.

Bobbie imagined herself under his big body for just an instant. She was aware of Mike looking at her. He had the funniest expression.

Ned gasped and he seemed to be having a fit. Bobbie stared wide-eyed at the two of them. They seemed to be fighting. The girl bit Ned's shoulder hungrily, and a weak trembly cry came from her throat. Ned cursed and pound his ass downward, pound his cock as deep into the girl's cunt as far as it would go. She spread her thighs very wide and hunched with a rapid wild rhythm.