John Kellerman: Raped young runaway

Bobbie didn't know what to say. She was eager to find a little privacy. Sleeping on the cot in the office was a little complicated, especially since she had to keep her identity concealed from anyone who happened to be around. She told Dan yes.

"Let's have a drink on it, kid," Dan said, pushing the bottle at her. "You know, I like you. You're the best help I've hired in three years."

That evening, with her few belongings moved into her new room, Bobbie felt totally relaxed for the first time in months. To celebrate, she lacked her door and pulled her curtains and then stripped off every last bit of clothing. It was a relief not to have to wear that elastic band around her tits. She pranced around, bounced on the bed, sang herself a little song in her normal voice.

It was so odd to be letting go. Since she'd run away from home, she'd played two parts, totally suppressing the feminine side of her nature. But now she felt like a person reborn. And the new person was irrepressibly female. Mike had been the cause of a lot of this, of course. She'd never thought about being a girl when she didn't have a hole. But now that this soft, sensitive opening had been created in the steamy wetness of her cunt, she thought about herself in an entirely new way. It frightened her, sometimes.

"Ohhh, this is so nice!" she sighed, falling naked onto her bed.

The touch of the soft spread against her thighs and belly and tits made a tremor of excitement go through her. She wondered how it would really be to play the part of a girl all the time, to have her empty closet full of dresses.

"No, that scares me," she groaned, remembering how brutally Mike had shoved his cock into her cunt. Every girl took that chance. Just wearing a dress left a female unprotected, with only a skimpy band of nylon to cover her naked cunt mound. It was just like her mother had always warned – men were hairy, brutish beasts; women had to be very, very careful.

Yet when she thought of Mike and his hairiness and his mouth sucking the breath from her, it made her nipples tingle, made her cunt throb. Even the shape of Mike's cock seemed to still press against her sweaty palm. She rubbed her palm to rid herself of the memory. The friction just made her remember it more.

She sat crosslegged, bending forward to peer down at the velvety pink lips of her stretched cunt. The glossy surfaces seemed to shimmer, and it was impossible to resist pushing a finger into the squishy heat.

"Ohhhh…" she sighed, rubbing slowly back and forth.

She'd fingerfucked lots of times in the past without much thought about it. It simply felt good, and she did it to reach that tingling, breathless plateau when for a few blissful seconds she forgot all her troubles. But now, as she fingered the dainty edges of her hole, her thoughts were much more erotic!

She thought of that cock of the policeman she'd sucked. It had been so much bigger than Mike's, and fatter, too. She let her daydream grow more vivid. She found herself riding with the policeman in his patrol car. He let her play with his shiny pistol, and as she rubbed her cunt and thought of this, his pistol became his prick. She used her fingers on it the way she'd excited Mike in the men's room at the car lot. The cop in her daydream grew more demanding. He stripped off his leather coat and jerked down her panties. She was struggling weakly against him as he pushed his huge cock between the soft lips of her pussy.

"Noooo…" she moaned, opening her eyes to stop the reverie.

Her middle finger had slipped up into her cunt without her even knowing. As she drew it slowly out of her hot hole, she saw how glossy it was, how her juices dripped onto the bed. It was the first time she'd ever done that, and the first time she'd played with herself and thought of a man at the same time. Now the urge to finish what she'd started was irresistible.

"Ohhhh, it feels so nice to touch myself inside like that!" Bobbie panted, watching excitedly as her finger disappeared inch by inch between the soft inner lips of her cunt.

But her eyes flicked up and she found herself staring at the bedpost at the foot of her bed. The post was short – no more than six inches tall – and smoothly rounded so that the knob was the approximate size and shape of the head of a man's prick. It even had a flared ridge where the wood had been turned on a lathe. The protuberance was varnished to a shiny gloss, and Bobbie's imagination did flip-flops as she gazed upon the wooden phallus. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, really, for a bed to be made like that, and she wondered why she'd never noticed such things in the past.

Bobbie was breathing hard as she crawled on her knees across the mattress. She felt a little wicked as she put one foot on the floor and bent the other leg under her. Easing her dripping cunt down to the smooth, hard knob of the bedpost, she felt it forcing her lips apart. Gently, carefully, she moved her hips so that the thing slid across her clit and to the hollow spot where her cherry had been punctured.

"Uhhhhh, that feels better than just fingers!"

Her eyes fluttered closed and she let her mouth fall open. Concentrating on the shivering thrills, she rolled her hips, then rocked them from side to side as she settled more weight on the bedpost. Her ring of cunt-muscles stretched out, and the knob of the post popped into her cunthole.

She started breathing very fast now, her fingers grasping the bedstead as she experimented with different movements of her slim hips. Rocking them seemed to rub that slickened knob of wood wonderfully against her tender flesh. Her juices were dripping down the bedpost, and the slurp and smack of her flesh around it was louder.

"Ohhhh, God! Ohhhh, wow!"

Bobbie bent her knee more, letting herself down again. Now the flared part of the knob slipped in deeper, and she had four inches of the wooden shape into her adolescent pussy. It was easy to lift and lower herself over the bedpost. The flared knob rubbing against her tight cunt-tube was excruciatingly exciting. She moved faster, wiggling now, panting loudly as her cunt opened into a blood-throbbing blossom of overheated flesh.

Now Bobbie found it very exciting to touch herself where the stiff wooden post entered her dripping cunt. She eased her trembling fingertips along the soft mushy flesh, feeling how swollen she was, feeling how wet and hot she was. She touched the place where her cunt was stretched around the varnished wood. Moving up and down gently, she could feel that thing going into her and sliding out again. Of course, she was doing all the moving, but it seemed like the wooden phallus was, instead.

She let herself down farther than she had before, touching her hot young cunt as the bedpost slid deep inside her. It went so deep that she held her breath, wondering if she'd feel the end of her cunt tube. She didn't, and it surprised and excited her that there was such a deep, hot hole in her body.

"Ohhhh, my God!" she gasped, rising and falling, thrusting her hips more furiously around the penetrating firmness of the bedpost.

Maybe she knew now why that black-haired girl in the van had let all those men fuck her. There was something special about having something hard in her cunt. Bobbie knew that now. She used her fingertip to caress her clit, rising and falling all the while as her dripping pussy clasped the bedpost.

"Ahhh… ahhhhh… ohhhhh, yesss! Ohhhh, it's gonna feel good… so very good!"

With her tits free, she felt ultra-feminine. She used her free hand to rub her small nipples. They stiffened and grew warm against her palm. She rubbed one nipple with a slow circular movement as her hips see-sawed over the spear of wood that she'd lowered her body upon.

"Ohhh, I can feel it coming! It's like heaven. Ohhhh, that thing's so stiff and hard!"