John Kellerman: Raped young runaway

"Ahhhhh." Ned gasped. "Ohhhh, fuck!"

The boys were laughing and Bobbie sensed it was because they were embarrassed. But Mike took her arm and leaned close.

"You ain't never fucked a chick before, have you Bob?"

What could Bobbie do but shake her head that she hadn't.

"I could tell by the way your were watching," Mike went on. "Well, hell, I'm gonna see that you get your first piece right now." He muscled through the boys, pulling Bobbie behind him.

The boys laughed again. Ned had rolled from between the black haired girl's legs and sat, panting, on the back bumper of the van.

"Hey, Susy, you ready for another one?" Mike said loudly.

Bobbie couldn't bear to meet the girl's eyes. She was afraid that some unspoken spark of femininity might jump between them and the girl would know that she wasn't a boy at all.

Mike noticed hesitation. "Okay, you guys," he said, "why don't you give Bob a break? He's the shy kind. Go on, back off some."

Grumbling, the boys went to the side of the van. Mike was watching her like a hawk. Bobbie felt her thin body trembling. Her hippies throbbed under the tight squeeze of the elastic. Her cunt was wet and her breathing ragged. She was staring at Ned's big prick, still half-hard from his fuck. Mike followed her glance and squeezed her arm harder.

"What's with you, anyhow, Bobbie? You queer or something?"

Bobbie tore her eyes away from Ned's glistening cock. She jerked her arm free of Mike's hand and ran. The black-haired girl sat up in surprise, but Bobbie didn't look back. She ran past the boys and heard them laughing behind her. She ran past a row of shiny cars, ran until the footsteps behind her caught up with her.

Mike jerked her to stop and looked hard into her eyes. She couldn't maintain her manliness now. She was exhausted, upset, frightened out of her wits.

"You're a girl! You're a fucking girl." Mike kept squeezing her arms. "No wonder I keep getting the hots for you! I was beginning to wonder if maybe I was turning queer, myself." He smiled suddenly, his eyes totally different. He felt her breasts, touching her more gently than he'd ver touched her since she'd started working at the car lot. "God, they're nice… really nice!" She cowered in the corner against the back of the seat. Mike unbuttoned his shirt.

"What do you want of me?"

"I'll keep quiet about you being a chick, but I want something in return."

"Oh God, don't make me do this."

Bobbie knew what it was he wanted. It wasn't going to be just a blow-job this time. He had his pants down now, and she saw the heavy hang of his balls, his stiff upjutting cock. He pulled her sweatshirt off, his eyes hot as he explored her willowy body.

"It's funny," he said. "You make a wimpy looking boy, but one hell of a sexy chick." Bobbie gave a helpless sob as her baggy jeans were jerked down. Mike stared at her pale-blue panties, the only feminine things she wore. "Take them off. I want to see your cunt."

Slowly, knowing she was up against it now, Bobbie skinned her panties down. Her white cunt mound was damp, the fine brown curls plastered against her flesh. Mike gazed at her as if he'd uncovered a priceless relic. He unfolded a dusty blanket and pulled her down on it. She was scared out of her mind, but when the boy covered her with his body and made her spread her thighs, her cunt made a wet sound.

"Mike, I'm a virgin. I've never done it before. Don't make me do it now."

He kissed her without answering. His tongue touched her lips; her teeth went deeper. She tried to push his chest away but he shoved down hard, his hips lunging as his cock slid along the length of her cunt-crack. He was grabbing his prick, guiding it down to the little hot hollow where her cherry was. She bucked furiously, trying to throw him off.

"Jesus Christ, you smell good!" he growled.

He was kissing her tits now, and the shimmering pleasure made Bobbie stop struggling. She'd never ever had her tits kissed. The way the boy's tongue wet her nipple left her breathless. She bucked weakly a few more times, but the fight went out of her.

That hot cocktip was tight against her cherry now. The boy sucked hungrily at her small titty, and his hand cradled her neck as his other hand slipped under her ass.

"No! I'm begging you, Mike! I'm begging. Uhhhh!"

The pain was sharp, but it lasted for only a moment. She felt the sudden jerk of his hips. She felt the tiny membrane tear, felt her hole stretching around the slick, streamlined cockhead. With a shuddering moan, Bobbie knew she'd been penetrated.

"Ohhh, God in heaven."

"You're tight! Tight and hot!" Mike worked his hips slowly, rolling them around as he wedged more of his hot cock between the glossy inner folds of her young cunt.

Yes, Mike was right! It was very, very tight inside her. She writhed, shocked by the breathtaking motion of his prick against her dainty cuntwalls.

She breathed in deeply as the sting of her ruined cherry came back. Mike thrust then, and what was left of her virginity was gone. A trickle of blood ran don one check of her ass.

She hated him worse than that awful cop who'd held his gun on her and made her suck his partner's cock. She hated Mike for making her cunt ache with passion.

Bobbie bit her lip, closed her eyes and tried to stay absolutely still. She could feel the rub of the boy's chest against her nipples. She could feel his hot mouth on her neck and lips. She could feel his cock going deeper, deeper! She wanted to scream? She fought the itchy tingle that grew steadily more intense. She didn't move her hips at all, but it let her feel Mike's movements all the more easily.

He ran his cock deeper into her hot cunt. He pulled it back slowly and pushed into her just as slowly. She was too tight! It hurt!

But it didn't hurt bad. And the hot thrills were getting harder and harder to ignore.

"Stop! Ohhh, stop it, now!"

But Mike kissed her mouth again, sucking at her tongue as his hunching, squirming movements became frenzied. Bobbie gasped. She could only hold out for a few more seconds. She didn't want to feel that itchy joy that her fingers had brought her so often – not with this guy pumping away on top of her.

But as his body tensed and he held her face between his hands and kissed her, she knew that it was too late. In that second, her arms were around him, her nails clawing his back and the cheeks of his ass. Her knees were thrown wide and she was hunching her back down into the blanket, gasping and groaning and coming.

"I hate you! I hate, hate, hate you."

But she was spinning, crying out in the convulsive throes that swept through her. Her freshly speared cunt squeezed Mike's prick, and he bellowed with pleasure as his balls let go. Hot cum spurted into her cunt. What she'd watched a few minutes before was happening to her! A young male was wriggling and thrusting between her parted thighs. His stiff cock was imbedded deep inside her young cunt as the hot jism boiled out.

"I hate you!" she gurgled one last time before her head fell to the side as Mike licked her ear and tamped the last few spurts of his cum into her womb.

Now everything was quiet. Bobbie could hear cars passing on the street outside and the calls of children at a nearby playground. She could smell her own musky odors and Mike's sweat and something else. She knew at once it was the smell of fresh cum.

It was Mike who spoke first. "Okay, I'll keep your secret. But it's gonna cost you."

"I've already found that out, haven't I?" Bobbie blinked, brushing a tear away from her cheek before Mike could see it.

He saw it, anyway. "Why you making such a big deal out of this?" he asked. "People do it all the time."

"Ouch! Ohhhh, don't pull it out so fast. Ohhh, God, that really burns!"

Mike paid no attention. He was getting on his clothes.