John Kellerman - Raped young runaway

For an instant, Bobbie thought she could feel something hot spurting from the tip of the bedpost. It was only her vivid imagination working with the memory of Mike's cum, but it thrilled her and she squealed as the hot throes rippled through her lean white body. Her brown hair, cut to just above her shoulders, flew out as she tossed her head, her hips bucking over that stake that rubbed her tender cunt so wonderfully!

"Whhhuuuhhh…" she groaned, her clit a pulsing nub of ecstasy as her finger flicked and teased it into just one more surge of pleasure. "Ahhhh…"

Weakly, she eased her tight cunt off the bedpost and crawled into the middle of her bed. Panting, naked, her young cunt oozing juice, Bobbie fell asleep. There was a smile on her face as she pressed a hand against her tit dreamily and let out a long, tired breath.

Things went much smoother for Bobbie, now that she lived with the boss and his wife. Even Mike stayed clear of her, no longer so eager to push his lust upon her. But she could tell that he was going to use the secret on her sooner or later. He was just waiting for the right time.

Though this bothered her, Bobbie did her work and didn't say much to anyone. Dan gave her only the plushest jobs now and a raise to go with it. In a way, she thought of him as a father. He was a big man who had lots of power in his own sphere of influence. Now that she was staying in his house, she discovered that he owned a bar, too, on the other side of town. He knew important people. He drove that big white Lincoln around, sometimes with her sitting beside him.

Bobbie was careful to laugh at the dirty jokes he told her, though they excited her terribly – jokes about cocks and cunts and people fucking.

When Dan confided that he had affairs with other women, it embarrassed Bobbie something awful. She had to pretend that she admired him for this. Actually, she was sympathetic to Dan's wife, a plain woman who had no suspicions that her husband ever committed adultery.

"I like 'em young," he told Bobbie one afternoon on their way home from the car lot. "When I was down in Houston, a friend found me a high school girl. God almighty, I just about broke my balls on that one!"

"Sounds pretty good," Bobbie mumbled, hoping Dan wouldn't see that her cheeks were red.

"You're a young kid," Dan said. "I'll bet you've had a couple of teenyboppers in your life, haven't you, Bob? Come on, you can tell old Dan."

"I'm not too good with girls," Bobbie said as her cunt grew damp.

Of course she wasn't good with girls – she was a girl! And it seemed for an instant as if Dan had guessed. But he just laughed gruffly and made an up-and-down motion with his fist over his crotch.

"Old ma and her five sisters, huh? Well, we've all done that. Ain't nothing to be ashamed of."

Bobbie chewed her lip, praying he would change the subject.

After supper, Dan's wife left for the evening to play cards with friends. Dan began to drink, insisting that Bobbie drink with him. She tried to stay away from the hard stuff, but before long she was pretty woozy it was hard to think straight, hard to remember that she was supposed to be a boy. From inside her, her femininity kept bubbling up.

"I'd better go up to bed," she said finally, standing up unsteadily. The elastic band around her tits felt too tight. The damn things had been growing lately, and it was getting more and more difficult to disguise the soft, firm swells.

"Aw, come on, Bob, stay with me. I need somebody to drink with."

"Thanks anyway," Bobbie murmured, wobbling as she climbed the stairs that led to the apartment over the garage.

She was relieved to shut the door behind her and strip off the elastic that, held her tits down.

"God!" she exclaimed, looking at her reflection in the mirror on the door. "They are getting bigger!"

From tangerine-size, her tits had swelled to the roundness of large oranges. Standing naked there, she could see that in a few more months it would be impossible to hide her identity any longer.

There was a sudden pounding on the door and Dan's drunken voice.

"Come on, Bob, I won't take no for an answer. Have another drink with me!"

Frantically, Bobbie grabbed her robe and pulled it around her naked body. She was trying to button it when Dan pushed the door open and stalked in, a bottle of brandy dangling from his fingers.

"There you are," he boomed, smiling broadly. He shoved the bottle at her, then frowned at her robe. "That's a sissy-lookin' damn robe if I ever saw one," he roared. "I never saw a pink one on a boy before."

He stopped, and his face changed. He was looking at her in a way that made Bobbie shiver. It was as if he was seeing something he'd never noticed before.

Bobbie made a move like a man might and tried to brave it through. It was no good. Her bare feet looked so thin and delicate – her small fine ankles and hairless calves – and the instinctive way she clutched the robe around her neck to hide her unbound tits. The game was up. She knew it as well as she knew her own name – Bobbie Ann.

Dan put the bottle dawn and grabbed her shoulders. He was breathing hard, his handsome tan face suddenly amused.

"Somethin' funny's going on here," he mumbled.

With an easy downward movement of his hands, he tore the front of her robe open. His eyes got very large. Bobbie Ann could feel her white tits quivering as he slowly shook her forward and backward.

"Jesus Christ!"

Bobbie dropped her eyes.

"I should've known it all along. God almighty, you're a beautiful little wench!"

His big hand caressed one of the tits he'd exposed. He was breathing raggedly as he touched her flat white belly and shallow navel. Then he touched the sparse brown curls of her cunt.

"The baggy clothes, the way you avoided the guys – it all makes sense now."

Bobbie gave a little groan. She saw the front of his pants bulging out, and she knew what was making them bulge. Her pussy did, too, because suddenly it was very wet, very hot. She hated her body for running its own game. Why did Dan's hands feel so hot? She trembled, and Dan pulled her against him.

"It's okay, baby, you can stay. You can stay as long as you want."

Her robe slipped from her shoulders and puddled around her ankles. Dan's hands caressed her firm, slim ass, squeezing her twin asscheeks, making her cunt throb. She was panting openly now, unable to hide the feverish state of her body.

"Will you let me go to bed now, Mr. Williams?"

"Let you go to bed?" He laughed. "Why, sure."

He turned and walked to the door. Then he shut it and turned to face her. Slowly, smiling at her, he unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt. She watched him undress, and when he jerked his shorts down, his cock swung up.

Bobbie Ann gave another moan. It was nearly as big as the cock she'd first sucked – the cop's prick.

"No!" she cried, starting for the bathroom.

Dan caught her wrist before she could get inside and shut the door and lock it. He dragged her toward the bed, his cock growing even longer as he smelled her musky excitement.

"Gad damn, you're just the kinda chick that really turns me on! Young and tight and scared! God damn, I'm gonna work you over, you beautiful little tomboy!"

"Ohhh, let me go! Ohhhh, please, let me go!"

He threw her across the mattress and held her wrists against her sides as he burrowed against her cunt mound with his open mouth. Bobbie bucked and whimpered as his tongue divided her cuntlips and searched along her cuntal crevice. She'd never had anything like that done to her before. The thrills that jolted up her spine weakened her immediately, and her struggles became weak jerks. When she tried to close her legs, she only squeezed Dan's head. By now he'd worked his shoulders under bet thighs so that her heels rested on his back. The slurpy sound of him feasting on her youthful cunt made Bobbie Ann arch her back up from the mattress. Then she shuddered with passion and her eyes went out of focus – Dan was sucking hard on her clit!