There is something about being away from home that encourages people to try the unknown. The illicit, the forbidden, seem more attractive and less wicked somehow. A faithfully married man will find himself with a strange woman at an out-of-town convention. A young boy will experiment with drugs for the first time when he goes away to college. And young girls discover many things considered taboo at home when they go away.
RAPED YOUNG RUNAWAY is about a young girl who dares to try the unknown. It is a story about a time that everyone must face, that fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening and confusing time, but one that holds lessons that will remain for a lifetime.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"What you say your name was?" The big cop glowered down at Bobbie Ann.
She tried to make her voice huskier but it quavered just the same.
"Bob," she managed to get out. She could feel her small tits pressing out against the elastic band she used around her chest.
The cop's hand slipped up her belly, up across her baggy sweater. He grinned, and somehow she thought he looked even more evil smiling than frowning.
"Hey, Barney, I think we got a weird one here. This ain't no boy." He laughed. "Not unless boys are coming with tits this year."
Barney, the other cops swaggered up from alongside the patrol car.
The turning red light blinded Bobbie. She looked straight ahead, trying not to panic as the cop's hand searched lower now. We jerked the front of her jeans open and his fingers slipped under her panties. Bobbie gave a moan as he divided her cuntlips and drew his fingertip along the wet heat of her cuntslit.
"Ohhhhhh, don't!" she gasped. "Please, d-d-don't!"
The cop smelled his fingertips while she quickly re-buttoned her Levi's.
"She's a girl all right." He laughed, then pushed his finger under the other cop's nose. "Here have a whiff on me."
"God damn, that smells young," Barney said. "Let's get her off the highway here. I put her pack in the car." He looked gruffly at Bobbie. "You know, you could get in lots of trouble hitchhiking around there. Ain't that right, Joe?"
Joe's fingers tightened on her farm. "I'd say she's already in a lot of trouble."
Both men laughed as they dragged her to the patrol car and pushed her roughly into the back seat. Joe slid in beside her. He kept staring, and it made Bobbie's skin crawl. Barney pulled back onto the highway, and they drove for a few minutes without saying anything.
"Slim-hipped little bitch, isn't she?" Barney said over his shoulder.
"Yeah, but mostly it's all these baggy clothes she has on. Must pick 'em up at Goodwill or something. What I can't figure is whether she's queer or not. You on the lam from something." Joe looked hard at her, and Bobbie couldn't hide her trembling. "You're pretty young to be in trouble. What you do, stick a knife in your old man when he tried to rape you?"
Both cops thought this was uproariously funny.
Bobbie cringed. She was chewing her lip now. She could feel where the cop's finger had rubbed between the lips of her cunt. As much as she hated him, her cunt mound tingled and felt swollen and hot.
Suddenly, Joe grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. She struggled, but it was like fighting a bear. She could smell the leather of his jacket and his aftershave, feel the roughness of his beard as he pushed his tongue between her teeth. She sagged, breathing rapidly through her nostrils as his hands explored her body again. He was under her sweater, pulling the elastic band down from her tits. She couldn't stifle a moan as his palm excited her small pink nipples. His kiss deepened, forcing her mouth wider. He opened her jeans again and quickly found her cunt.
"Mhhhuuuhh," she gasped, unable to twist away from his mouth. Her heart pounded and her hands fluttered helplessly against his big chest. The cop's finger was gliding up and down her cuntslit now.
Ohhh God, why did he want to touch her there? It made her feel so giddy, so weak, like she wasn't even sane any more. Her cunt grew battery, and she could hear the sickening sound of her cuntlips clinging around his knuckles. She couldn't smother her panting excitement -- she'd never been able to. Whenever a man touched her, she went to pieces. Wasn't that one of the reasons she'd decided to travel incognito in the first place? For a girl like her, the world was a dangerous place. But now her disguise wasn't doing her any good.
The cop's finger was mashing her clit now, massaging it. He kissed her harder as her sensitive nub rose from its hood and throbbed hotly against his touch.
"Uhhh... uhhh..." she panted, her eyes half-closed now.
The cop let her go suddenly and took his hand away from her body. Bobbie lay in the corner by the door, panting softly. She was too weak to move.
"She's no queer chick," Joe said. "Fact is, I think she's a hot, one."
"Oh yeah?" Barney grinned, trying to get a look at her in the rearview mirror. Maybe we oughta take her down to the reservoir and give her a little trial and sentencing. Save the county some money.
Joe didn't say anything for awhile. Bobbie found him looking into her eyes. His face had changed somehow, grown softer.
"Or we could let her go."
"Let her go?" Barney boomed. "Man, you must be getting weak in the skull." He whipped the patrol car onto an exit ramp, and the lights of the interstate faded behind them.
Joe lit a cigarette, and now Bobbie could see his rugged features in the glow of the ash. He looked something like Marlon Brando, a little like Robert Redford. There was a scar on his chin.
"What's your name -- your real name?"
"Bobbie Ann Price."
Her lips still burned from his kisses. She hated him -- but there was something else...
"You shouldn't be out hitchhiking, Bobbie Ann Price. There's lots of unsavory characters around."
"Like us," Barney put in, turning to get a look at her. "Why don't you pull off that damn baggy sweater of hers, Joe."
Joe didn't make a move. He just looked hard at Bobbie.
"Go ahead and take it off. Barney gets his kicks looking at schoolgirls."
"I'm not in school." Bobbie said, unsure as to why she bothered to mention it at all. "And I'm not going to take off my sweater."
"You sure as hell are," Barney snarled, the patrol car swerving as he turned to give her an ugly look. He slowed and turned onto a narrower blacktop road. It seemed to be getting quieter and darker, the deeper they went into the country. "Come on, make her take if off, Joe."
Joe nodded at Bobbie, his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes showed he meant business. Bobbie grabbed the sweater at the bottom and yanked it over her head. The elastic band wasn't even covering her tits any more, so she took it off, too. Joe's expression didn't change, except for the flaring of his nostrils.
"Jesus," he murmured.
"What is it?" Barney wanted to know. He was driving slower.
"She's just a kid."
"Shit, we knew that, didn't we?" Barney found the dirt road he was looking far and pulled onto it. After another half-mile of bumpy riding, he braked and killed the engine and lights. "Get her outside. I want to see all of her."
Bobbie was yanked around the front of the car, and then Barney's big hands were working her clothes off. She stood there, trembling in the chill wind. Joe held a flashlight on her while his partner skinned her naked. Bobbie felt so white, so soft, so vulnerable.
Joe picked up her clothes and held them out to her. Bobbie gave him a weak smile and reached. But Barney slapped her hand away. When she looked over, there was a big ugly revolver in his hand. Joe's expression was still blank, but his jaw twitched below his ear.
"What's this?"
"You first, Joe. I'm pulling rank on you, boy. Gonna teach you how to enjoy the finer things in life." Barney shoved Bobbie onto her knees in front of Joe. "Get busy, baby. Unless you'd like to spend a month out at the women's detention camp. And I can tell you that the gals out there are even meaner than I am."
"You've flipped out," Joe said, still smoking his cigarette. Barney kept the gun on him.
"Go ahead, Bobbie whatever-your-name-is. Give this dumb cop a blowjob before I lose my patience."
Bobbie fumbled at Joe's uniform, finally getting his fly open. Her thin trembling fingers searched inside until she found his cock. It was hard and hot and throbbing, and the head was damp where Joe's foreskin had slipped back some. She'd only seen cocks in pictures before this, and her heart was pounding as she pulled the strange snake-like cock out into the white glare of the flashlight Barney held.
For a moment, Bobbie was hypnotized. She stared at the thick shaft, at the flared ridge under the clinging flesh of the big man's foreskin. That was the head. She knew they had heads -- kind of knob that got fat when a man was excited. Her girlfriend back in Bakersfield had told her about that.
"Don't keep us waiting all night," Barney said, giving the flashlight a jerk. "Get your mouth on it."
Joe flicked his cigarette away. "For Christ's sake, Barney, haven't you had your fun?"
"You shut up! You're gonna get a blowjob whether you like it or not."
Barney worked a half-pint bottle from his leather jacket. He pulled at it hard, squeezing his flashlight under his armpit. The gun never wavered for an instant. Bobbie took a breath and put her hands on Joe's hat cock. Barney stepped closer, tapping her temple with the pistol barrel. Cold shivers went up her, and she gave a little moan and began to lick Joe's cock. There was only a small circle of his bluish cockhead showing, and she used her bottom lip and tongue to wet it with her spit.
Barney breathed harder, enjoying the erotic scene he was directing. Joe was breathing differently, too. And when Bobbie opened her big eyes and looked up into his face, he seemed sad and excited at the same time.
The touch of her lips against his cock made her dizzy. She'd never dreamed she'd ever do anything like this. Even her friends back in Bakersfield talked about it like something that happened only rarely. It wasn't exactly the best thing for a girl's reputation -- not that she knew anybody who cared any more.
"Come on, come on, you're just fooling around." Barney waved the gun.
Bobbie didn't want to toe Joe's cockhead. She slipped her lips over his foreskin, trying to keep that hot barb from showing itself. But, the warm wetness of her mouth made Joe groan, and she felt his cocktip swelling. It stretched the foreskin back, pushing out nakedly against the trough of her tongue. It was like velvet, and a musky aroma filled her nose. She was breathing as hard as Joe was as she gingerly licked the strangely exciting shape of his cock.
"How's it feel, Joe?" Barney laughed. "She doing a good job?"
"God damn it, Barney, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you for this!"
"Hell, you'll thank me! I can tell you like her tongue. Look at you shaking!"
"Uhhh," Joe gasped, holding onto the fender of the patrol car.
There in the dust, Bobbie knelt, her naked body chilled by the breeze, her chin dripping saliva. She sucked him faster now, hoping to get it all over with. She knew vaguely that a man came when he reached a final crescendo of excitement. When a man came, it was like how a woman came in some ways. Bobbie had experienced the keen, fluttery thrills her finger could bring. She did it often -- sometimes twice a day. But there was a difference between male and female, too. Stuff shot out of a man's cock when he reached a climax. An old girlfriend back in Bakersfield had showed her a knotted rubber once. Inside the tip swam a fluid that resembled partly congealed egg white. That was all she remembered. It didn't look like much.
Maybe Joe wouldn't let any of that stuff in her mouth. He seemed nice, he seemed to want to help her.
"Bring him off," Barney snarled, sucking more liquor from the bottle, then pitching it in to the weeds. "I want to see cum on your lips, you little bitch."
Joe staggered, both hands on the patrol car fender. He was breathing heavily, his big chest rising and falling under his leather jacks. Bobbie felt his cock throbbing. It jerked against the roof of her mouth, jerked again. Her hot tongue fluttered along the lobes under his cockhead. She didn't know anything about this, but she went on sucking. She was scared silly of that cop with the gun. He might do anything. She didn't want to make him angry. But Joe's cock was getting so hot and fat! The glans was pulsing now, and it seemed to be taking up her whole mouth.
Panting hoarsely, Joe reached out and put a hand to the side of her face. He petted her as if in apology. He looked into her face. His eyes were glazed with excitement, but she thought she saw affection for her there. Her tongue worked rapidly along the lumpy firmness of his hard-on. Her lips smacked wetly where they clasped his cockshaft halfway back. It was at least eight inches long, and she couldn't get any more of it in to her mouth without choking.
"God damn," Joe breathed, one knee jerking suddenly. His fingers closed in her hair, and he held his breath. The flashlight gleamed mercilessly at the point where Joe's big prick was fitted between her lips.
Then he came.
The spurting rush of fluid surprised Bobbie at first and she pulled back a little. But Barney growled and waved his gun, and she slid her lips forward again, her throat working to get the stringly slickness down. She could feel the tube surging under Joe's cockshaft. She could feel the hot cum boiling out onto the hollow of her tongue.
"Gllluuuhhh," she whimpered, coughing. A white streak trickled from her left nostril. She coughed again. Her tongue was dancing wildly, as if trying to escape.
Joe's fingers curled tighter, holding her there. His hips were moving slightly now, pumping his glossy prick in and out of her mouth.
She whined and shuddered. Hot strings of jizz dripped down her naked chest, between her small firm tits. Then Joe sagged back against the car and she knew it was over. His cock continued to pulse inside her mouth, but only a droplet oozed from the small slitted opening. His fingers relaxed at the side of her head.
His eyes were so strange. It was as if he were apologizing. Or was he thanking her? Or did he even give a damn?
"I'm sure as hell ready for her now," Barney said. He jerked at his belt.
"Aw hell, Barney let her go."
"Let her go? I'm gonna fuck her first."
"She's a virgin. You heard her tell you that, didn't you?"
"Let's see."
Barney grabbed her wrist and jerked her up. He pushed her backwards across the car hood. The metal was cold, and Bobbie whimpered pitifully. But the big man spread her knees and directed the beam of the flashlight into the glossy pink flesh where her cuntlips parted. Bobbie bit her lip as the man's finger explored her adolescent cunt. She felt a pressure against her cherry, then the finger went away.
"So what the hell if she is a virgin. She's gonna get poked some day by some scruffy hippy sonofabitch. We might as well open the door for him first, don't you think?"
"You're not going to do it, Barney."
"You're not gonna stop me. I'll cuff you to the God damn car and take your gun if that's what you want. But I'm gonna get me a piece of ass tonight." He looked hungrily at Bobbie's exposed cunt. "This little teeny bopper is too good to pass up. God almighty, I'll bet she's tight!"
Bobbie saw the cop jerk his pants down. He was keeping the gun on Joe all the time. He pulled her forward until her ass over at the edge of the fender. She saw his cock then. He pushed forward, and for a second the heat of it pressed against her cunt.
Joe hit him so fast that Barney didn't even say anything. Bobbie heard him grunt with pain as he crumpled forward. Joe's fist caught him in the back of the neck, and the man quickly collapsed to the around his pants half off. Joe took his gun.
"Get dressed, damn it!" he snapped. "I wish to hell we'd never seen you out on the highway tonight. There's gonna be hell to pay."
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."
Chapter Two
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.
"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.
"I'd better get back before some of the guys find out I've been fooling around with you in the back of this truck." He grinned. "They might not understand."
Bobbie was alone, sitting in the middle of the dirty blanket, staring down at the swollen lips of her cunt and the ring of blood around her fresh wound.
"Ohhh," she whispered watching a puddle of cream collect in her palm, "he went so deep. I didn't think I had room inside me for all of it."
Bobbie put her hand to her nose and sniffed the hot sap. It reminded her of the cop whose cock she'd sucked -- the cop with the kind eyes.
Chapter Three
All the next week, Bobbie tried to keep a low profile. She didn't hang around the guys much. When they went to eat at the burger place across the street, she chose the greasy spoon a block away.
She kept busy, too, never hanging around the Coke machine when the other boys were taking a break.
They began to look at her a little differently, though she didn't think Mike had said anything. What had happened was that she was having a hard time maintaining her pose as a boy. Though her tomboyish ways had helped her do this in the past, she didn't feel like a tomboy any more -- not after that hot, stiff cock had penetrated her body. She fell so incredibly feminine now. She had a hard time walking with a swagger or laughing at dirty jokes. What the boys thought was funny was incredibly erotic to her.
Often she caught herself thinking of how it had felt to be crushed down under Mike's body. She didn't ever want to do it again, but she thought about it. Then on a Thursday afternoon, he caught her alone in the small men's room in back of the boss' office.
Bobbie always used the place when no one else was around, and she always used the stall, of course. But Mike knew her secret, and he had followed her in and forced the stall door open.
"Aren't you in the wrong place?"
"Mike, get out of here! You promised you wouldn't tell." Bobbie jerked her jeans up.
"I've kept my promise. And like I said, it's time for me to collect again." He held her thin wrists up, pinning them to the side of the stall as he worked her jeans down.
Bobbie wriggled and fought, but the boy was far too strong. He got his hand down her panties and curled a finger into her slippery cunt. Bobbie shuddered and her resistance weakened. When he touched her pussy, she just couldn't think straight. Her slim hips lurched as the boy worked his finger deeper, sliding it back and forth along her folds. Her clit, shiny with cuntjuice, rose from behind its hood. Mike caressed it too roughly, but the surges of pleasure made Bobbie's head flop to one side.
"Somebody might have seen us come in here. Won't they... won't they think... uhhhhh!"
"You'd better start hanging around with the guys again," Mike warned her, his mouth hot on her neck. "They're getting the idea that you're a queer after you ran off from that chick everybody was fucking."
"I'm not queer, for God's sake!" she gasped. "I'm a girl."
"And what a girl! I don't think I ever fucked anybody so tight in my life."
"You hurt me. I'm still sore."
"The second time's always better." He skinned her panties, down to her knees.
"Nooooo!"
She struggled against him, but he was pressing her ass against the stall, dry-fucking her with the bulge in his Levi's. The up-and-down rub against her naked cunt mound sent hot shivers of lust through her. But it wasn't a lust for Mike. If she wasn't so afraid of him, she would have spit in his face.
Frantic to bold him off, she pushed a hand down to the lump in his pants. He groaned as she dug his fly open and found his hard cock in his shorts. Her fingers wrapped around it, and she yanked it free.
Then she began to massage his prick, doing what seemed to excite him the most.
"God damn!"
"You like that?"
"Yeah, but let me put it in... ohhh!"
Mike staggered back against the other side of the stalk Bobbie was amazed that she had so much control aver him, simply by manipulating the skin of his cockshaft. And he seemed to get hotter when she jerked her fingers quickly towards the tip, then back down mote slowly. She repeated this, watching the boy's face change. His eyes were half lidded and his chest rose and fell as she continued to jerk him off. Against her soft palm, his prick throbbed and grew fatter and firmer.
"Uhhhh, God... come on, Bobbie, let me fuck you."
"Isn't this fun?" she said, hoping to keep him interested. She slipped her other hand inside his fly and cupped his heavy hanging balls.
This seemed to make Mike go half-crazy. He wallowed his hips around, leaning back weakly against the side of the stall. His cock pounded against her fingers as she worked the skin forward and back, forward and back.
This time, Bobbie was ready. She saw the droplet of milky fluid appear at the tip of his cockhead.
Before it could drip down in a sticky string, a spurting stream erupted. If she hadn't moved, it would have hit her belly. But it splattered against the stall, instead, and she kept milking him with her fingers, drawing his thick cum out in glops. It splattered on the concrete floor as Mike moaned and panted, his mouth slack under his blond mustache.
Before the stuff stopped dribbling out, Bobbie jerked her panties and jeans up, shoved the door open and ran from the stall. She could hear Mike cursing as she left the men's room. Looking around, she was thankful that no one seemed to be aware of what had just taken place. She cut around back and headed down the line of near-new cars to the one she'd been washing. Dan, the owner, saw her and waved her over. He grinned around his cigar, his diamond ring flashing in the sun.
"Come on into the office, kid. I want to talk to you."
Bobbie was scared stiff that he'd found out about her secret somehow. She was actually trembling when Dan shut the door behind her and motioned her to a chair. But then he opened a drawer and put a bottle of whiskey on his desk. He poured her half a water glass full and shoved it across the desk to her.
"There you go, Bob. Have a drink on me."
As manfully as she could, Bobbie took a swallow. But the stuff stung her throat and she had to cough. Dan grinned at her, quaffing his own glassful without a blink.
"I've noticed you're different from the rest of the guys," he drawled. "You don't hang around with them much, and you don't dress like they do." He laughed good-naturedly. "You must buy all your things two sizes too big."
"I just like loose clothes," Bobbie blurted, trying the whiskey again.
"Well, you do good work, and that's all I care about. These tight-pants prima donnas that hang around the Coke machine think they've put in a good day if they wash two cars and smile at me every time I walk by."
He held the whiskey bottle out, but Bobbie shook her head. He refilled his own glass.
"I know you probably take a lot of ribbing. I saw Mike pinch you on the ass the other day. They probably think you're a sissy or something. Well, don't pay any mind to those bastards. You're fine in my book, son."
"Yes, sir."
Dan lit a cigar and leaned his elbows on the desk, "You don't even shave, yet, do you?"
"The men in my family never had much beard." Bobbie blushed and rubbed a nervous hand across her chin. She felt sweat break out all over her body. Was her secret about to be revealed?
But Dan just nodded and leaned back in his big chair. "Tell you what, Bob. You can't afford to rent a place to stay on what I'm paying, and you don't have a family like most of these dummies I employ. So why don't you stay at my place? I've got a garage apartment with its own bathroom, and you could help out around the place when my wife needs something done. We could call that the rent."
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!"
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.
Chapter Four
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!
"You taste better than anything I've ever eaten!" he gasped. "And to think you were right under my nose all the time."
His tongue snaked out and Bobbie felt it being pushed into her tight, hot hole. A tongue fucking her! She babbled something, her hips writhing from the keenly erotic pleasure that covered her flesh in waves.
She could tell that her cunthair was soaked with the big man's saliva. His tongue petted and caressed her throbbing mound, diving into her slick cuntal depths, teasing her clit, then finding her hole again and entering it with agonizing slowness.
Unable to control her emotions any longer, Bobbie Ann began to plunge her hips up and down against the bed. She rubbed her blossomed cuntflesh against Dan's hungry mouth, hardly believing how exquisite the slippery friction felt. Was this what a man felt when a girl sucked him? She could understand why men liked that sort of thing.
"You're good and wet now," he breathed, climbing up over her. "Maybe I can get it in!"
"You'll kill me! Ohhh, I know you will! It's too big!"
"Quit wiggling so much, you little hellion." He laughed, holding his cock as he pressed it against her dancing mound.
The wet snick of his prick slipping across her clit and down her cuntslit made Bobbie whimper weakly. Then she felt the smooth hot knob fitting against her hole. She squirmed in a last frenzy of panic. But Dan pinned her wrists to the bed, and with one quick thrust, entered her.
"Yuuhh..." she groaned, a line of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
That big cock was stretching her wider than she'd ever been stretched before. It was throbbing inside her like a bomb -- a hot, slick bomb about to go off! Her muscles squeezed down behind the flared tip, and now it was Dan's turn to groan.
"What a pussy you've got, baby! I bet you could hold a pencil with that sweet little hole!"
He kissed her ravenously, working his way under her chin and down to one of her tingling tits. Mouthing it roughly, he tongued her nipple and pinched it in his teeth. Bucking like a little mare, Bobbie squealed with passion. His fat cockhead was being forced deeper. She could feel her cuntlips sliding down the shaft as Dan thrust with short, quick jerks. A trickle of her overflowing juices slipped down the crack of her ass and made a wet spot on the sheet.
"This is good fucking," Dan whispered, kissing her ear, using his tonguetip to explore the delicate whorl of flesh.
Bobbie Ann was half out of her mind. She'd been abused and fucked by Mike. She'd been forced to suck a policeman's cock. But the man on top of her now was experienced in exactly how to excite a female animal!
Every place he touched made throbs of pleasure pound through her every nerve. He caressed her narrow back, dug his fingers into the crack of her ass. He worked his thick cock deeper as he licked her tits, first one and then the other. Her nipples stood up like small proud mountains surrounded by her reddish areolas. Dan licked them some more, his spit making them glossy and hot.
"Open your thighs some more," he told her. "It'll be easier that way."
"I'm so afraid!" Dan put a hand down and guided her heels up until her knees were bent sharply. She felt so vulnerable with her thighs drawn up against her belly, with her young tight cunt spread like that. But Dan didn't hurt her. Gently, with circular movements of his hips, he ground his slick cock deeper into her feverish body. She could feel it going in, in, so far in!
"Oh my go... my God!"
"Easy, baby, you're okay. It's the skinny ones that sometimes have the deepest holes!" He kissed her again, pulling her body against his chest until her tits flattened. She let him suck her tongue. Her hips jerked from side to side.
"Ooohh... ohhh God! Ohhhh, it feels huge! I'm being stretched."
She tried to put her legs down again, but Dan wouldn't let her. He hooked his arms under her knees and held them up against her body as he fucked her. Bobbie's eyes were wide with shock. Inside her was that throbbing cock. It seemed to be taking up more room than she had to give. Then Dan's balls brushed her ass and she knew she had all of him.
Scared, she tightened her sphincter and the big man groaned and pawed her willowy body with both hands. He was stuck inside her. She could feel him pulling back, dragging her hips along the mattress as her cunthole clutched him.
"Uhhhh," he grunted, eyes glassy from the hot, velvety friction that her cunt gave to his erection. More frightened than ever that Dan's oversized prick was caught in her body, Bobbie Ann began to writhe and buck, screaming for him to leave her alone.
"Calm down, damn it!" he gasped, his prick surging with excitement as the writhing squirming young girl began to get to him.
Deep in her cunt, Bobbie knew that wicked cock was about to explode. She didn't want it to go off inside her. She'd been lucky that time with Mike, but her luck wouldn't hold out forever. She bucked violently, pounding her small fists against Dan's back.
But already he was tensing up.
"I told you to keep still!" he yelled, clapping a hand over her mouth and pinning her hard to the bed.
Whimpering, Bobbie stopped moving. Her nostrils were flared and her brown eyes stark with fear. Dan's cock still surged inside her, but she knew he'd held it back. He hadn't yet squirted his hot cm into her innocent young pussy.
"That's better," he gasped, getting his breath again. "That little cunt of yours is so tight and hot that I just about blew my jizz all over your insides. I wouldn't want things to get complicated, not now that I've just discovered I've got a teeny bopper living in my garage apartment."
"Ohhh, I feel so ashamed!"
"Hey, beautiful, no need to get sad. Things are gonna be looking up for you now that Dan knows your secret."
He kissed her mouth hungrily, and Bobbie whimpered against the kiss, but then he was sucking her tongue, his hands petting her small tits. Between her thighs she felt him start to thrust again. Her juices spilled out faster than ever, wetting the crack of her ass as his cock began to slide freely through the hot suction of her excited cuntflesh.
"This is heaven," Dan growled. "My very own nymph to screw anytime I want. And my wife will never suspect a thing. She'll still think you're a boy."
"Ohhhh... ohhh, it's going in deep again!" Bobbie panted.
"You're damn right, it is. You'll get used to having it to the hilt! Christ, what a perfect little snatch you've got! Ohhh, fuck, it's nice!"
Dan held her slim hips, fucking with tantalizing slowness, his balls bumping against her ass everytime he wedged his cock really deep. The squishy, sexy sound of her cunt being fucked made Bobbie shudder with thrills. She felt such a mixture of sensations that she didn't know what to do. And her body was responding more intensely to the big man's powerful fucking. Her hips danced wildly as she slipped her hands dawn to her soppy cunt. She touched his prick, felt the hot stiff thing going into her cunt just as that bedpost had.
But this cock wasn't made of wood -- it was the real thing! And if Dan wanted, he could squirt her full of jism.
"Damn, you wiggle nice! But it sure doesn't help me to hold out."
"I can't stop... I can't stop moving! It's itching something terrible."
"You're gonna come, you silly little imp."
He kissed her mouth until she nearly fainted. His prick surged thick again and the head gouged at her tender insides.
Bobbie was going over the edge. She felt the tingle grow into a maddening itch. Her hips bobbed and dipped and bucked as she tried to scratch the tickle. But it only got worse -- or better!
"Uhhh... uhhhh... ohhh!" she cried, head flopping, tongue hanging out.
She could tell that her thrashing had excited Dan to a high pitch again. His fingers sank into her ass. He bit her thin shoulder. But now Bobbie didn't care about the danger of being impregnated. She was lost in the wild throes of her climax.
"Yaaahh... ohhh God! Ohhhhh wow! Qhhhh!"
As her pussy tightened around the big man's cock, he began to pull it out of her. She could feel it going and her hips lurched and her fingers clawed at his back as if to keep him from taking away a wonderful candy-stick! She was lost in total lust, lost in the need to have her flaming cunt excited just a little more... just a few more seconds.
"You love it, don't you?" Dan growled.
"Yes! Ohhhh, don't stop now! Ohhh, please, fuck me harder!"
"I can't... I'm gonna come!"
He pulled back until only the head of his big prick was stuck inside her circle of muscles. She tightened down on the feverish knob, her ass dancing in a last frenzy of ecstasy. But the velvety friction on the big man's sensitive tip was too much. He growled again and jerked it free of her twat. It came out with a wet flood of juice, and he shoved it up along her belly. Before the hot glans touched her navel, streaks of hot cum were spurting across her flesh. She felt the stuff running down her sides. It made a sticky sound between her tits as Dan wallowed his chest down against her, pumping out his pleasure on her squirming young bod.
Bobbie Ann's come had just begun when the cock had been stripped from her pussy. And even after Dan had stopped coming, she was still moaning pitifully, her face twisted in an agony of frustration. Dan slipped down and pressed his hot mouth to her swollen cunt mound. He seemed to cover her whole mound, and as his tongue raked up and down her clit, Bobbie screamed her relief and pumped furiously against the soft friction she needed.
"Yesssss!"
"Baby doll, you're good eating!"
"Uhhhhh... ahhhhh... thank God! Ohhhhh!"
His mouth slurped noisily. She could feel the suction taking her up and over. Each throb of her body seemed a joyful death, and then she was reborn to die fantastically again. That much pleasure could hardly be experienced without her losing consciousness.
At last Dan pulled his lips away from her blossomed flesh. She could feel her pulse pounding through her dainty ravished folds. She was smeared with dim, and when she opened her eyes she was looking into Dan's grinning face.
"Now we're gonna talk about your little secret right?"
Bobbie Ann dropped her lashes. "I guess so Dan. Whatever you say."
Chapter Five
When she awoke the next morning, Bobbie was sore -- more sore than she'd ever been before in her life. She limped to the bathroom, took a hot bath and dried slowly, wondering what would became of her.
She had talked with Dan but hadn't made much sense out of what he'd said. She'd been in a dazed, exhausted state, and he'd been spinning all sorts of wild ideas. But now that the sun was bright outside again and she had to face another day, she was as frightened as she'd ever, been.
Then she saw the envelope on her dresser. Inside were two crisp twenty-dollar bills. Dan must have put them there that morning before she'd awakened.
"I guess this must mean I'm the boss' whore."
She put on her baggy Levi's, slipped the elastic band around her tits and pulled on the baggiest sweater she had. Downstairs, Dan's wife was bustling around the kitchen, fixing breakfast.
"What are you going to do on this fine Saturday, Bob?" the woman asked.
"Don't know," Bobbie murmured.
She pushed a fork around in her eggs. She hadn't seen Dan and was glad. It wasn't going to be easy to continue this phony facade -- especially now.
"Dan had to stop by the car lot, but he told me to tell you he'll be back with a surprise," Mrs. Williams went on. "It has been nice having you around, Bob. I kind of think of you as a son."
Bobbie squirmed uncomfortable. She finished her breakfast and carried her plate to the sink. As she washed the dishes, Mrs. Williams got her purse and put together a shopping list.
"I'll see you later, Bob." And she was gone.
When Dan drove up, Bobbie was washing dishes. She was trembling, afraid of what he might say or do. He came in the back door, smiling, but she didn't look over. Now he was behind her, petting her ass through her baggy pants. Without her knowing it, he reached around and opened them.
She gave a little cry as he slipped them down, but Dan pinned her against the edge of the counter as his hands worked under the nylon crotch band of her panties.
"Take it easy, pretty baby. I've got something here that'll keep you from worrying."
Bobbie Ann turned in time to see him tear the foil packet and slip a rubber out. She'd never seen one before, but she knew what it was. He rolled it down over the swollen head of his cock, rolled it down until the sheath covered his prick completely.
"What are you going to do?"
"Silly question, baby. I'm gonna do this whenever I damn well please. But don't worry, you're gonna have it pretty easy from now on. You won't even have to work at the car lot. There'll be more important jobs."
Bobbie's voice trembled. "What kind of jobs?"
Dan didn't answer. Instead, he stretched her panties down over her hips and touched her ass with his hot cock. She was still facing away from him, her hands in the soapy dishwater.
The rub of his cock against her skin made her sigh. She didn't want him to fuck her, but then she did, too. She was so confused. As he kicked her feet apart on the linoleum, her pussy opened with a snick. She was naked from the waist down. Outside, a neighbor was mowing his lawn. She watched him through the kitchen window as Dan kicked his own pants out of the way and stroked her dripping cuntal crevice with three fingers.
"Arch your back a little, honey," he breathed. "It'll go in easier that way."
"My God, what if your wife came in?"
"She's gone, remember?"
"But Dan, this is awful... ohhhh!"
Dan had slipped the elastic free of her tits and was rubbing her pink nipples tenderly as he dipped the head of his cock into the hot hole between her plump cuntlips. The sound grew wetter as he pressed her cunt hole. Shivers of excitement made her breath come in hot puffs as she leaned over the sink and took the first thrust.
Her feet came off the floor, as Dan's cockhead penetrated her dripping soft cunt. Taking it from behind like this was so new that Bobbie felt dizzy from the thrilling tingles singing through her belly and thighs. She panted as her hips rocked. Her feet still dangled above the floor as Dan held her trim hips and fucked harder.
"It's gonna take me a while to get my fill of you," he whispered.
"Uhhhhh! It's different this way! Ohhhh God, I'm still sore from last night."
Dan wasn't taking his time like the first time he'd fucked her. He pushed his cock shaft deep into the heat of her pussy and pulled it back again. He thrust harder, faster, cuntjuice spilling down the inside of her thigh.
Bobbie clung to the edge of the counter, her eyes half-closed. Her cunt seemed to be eating that hard, hot thing! When Dan pulled it out of her, her cunt sucked in as if to fill the empty place he'd left behind. Then the glossy taut knob was penetrating her again, plowing through her dainty, velvet flesh. Itchy thrills shivered through her, and Bobbie let her head hand over the sink.
"Uhhh... uhhh, Dan! Ohh, I'm gonna faint!"
"No you're not, you're gonna come."
"Oh God, I am! Ohhh, it tickles so bad!"
Bobbie's white ass danced wildly as she panted and squirmed. Dan was doing it so slowly now! She rasped the edge of the counter and groaned as his cockhead stopped at the opening to her cunt. Her muscles caressed it, squeezing tightly around the streamlined thing until Dan panted with excitement.
Bobbie knew her cunt must be very strong. And since Dan was so big, he could feel her all that much better. It amazed Bobbie that his swollen prick could even fit inside her, much less stab so very, very deeply into her twitching, hunching pussy. As Dan continued to hold her ass with his big hands, her feet swung around from the movements of her hips. She arched and humped her back, her juicy pussy making hot, slick sounds where that shaft was buried between her pink lips.
"Whhhuuuhhh..."
She shuddered, feeling strange spasms beginning -- an itchy madness so intense that she couldn't even breath, a tingling pleasure that radiated from the squishy, blood-swollen folds of her cunt.
Dan grasped her wiggling hips even, tighter. His fingers slipped around her waist, and with a whimper of excitement, Bobbie realized that the big man's hands could fit clear around her body there. Holding her firmly at that point, bet ass was free to prance and buck. Dan held his cock still and let her cunt dance around it. The juice seeped down both her thighs, wetting her ankles and dripping off her toes.
Bobbie hadn't guessed that she could get so wet! Her hot little pussy was squeezing convulsively around Dan's hard-on, and her clit felt as if it were a chunk of heated steel.
"Ohhhh... I can't stand it any longer!" she squealed.
Her toes fanned apart. Her flat white tummy sucked in sharply under her ribs. Her tits quivered as she shook there in Dan's hungry grasp, shook there upon the spear of his cock.
Then Bobbie came!
Thrashing, kicking, bumping her knees into the front of the cabinet, she came with gasping sobs of relief as once again Dan began to slide his enormous cock in and out of her adolescent cunthole.
Now the convulsions inside her were coming rhythmically. Each squeezing force caused Bobbie to throw her head back and babble half-words of lust.
"So big... so damn big! Uhhhhh... gonna split me do... uh... middle! Uhhhhh!"
She drooled on herself but didn't care. Her nostrils were flared, her heart pounding, her thigh muscles bulging out with the tension. She pawed at the front of the cabinet with both feet, her hips rocking wildly from side to side as Dan supported her, his great hands circling her waist.
Bobbie wished she wasn't going crazy like this. But she couldn't help it. It would have been easier to stop breathing.
"Nhhhaaah! Uhhhh... God, God, God!"
She came with frantic, writhing movements as the hot swollen thing inside her delved deep, very deep into her youthful softness. Dan dragged that plum-like knob out of her in a way that made her mad to have it again.
With a slick sound, she was penetrated, and her ass worked in a frenzy from side to side as she rubbed her tingling cunt against the hilt of his hard-on. Ecstatic spasms throbbed through her until she was almost too weak to draw another breath. When she sagged suddenly in Dan's embrace, he pulled her back against his chest and petted her damp forehead. Then he slowly straightening his legs and stood, holding her tightly against him, his prick still imbedded to the hilt in her dripping cunt hole.
Dan sat in a chair, Bobbie nestled in his lap. The hot spear still pulsed inside her. Though she'd just come, she could feel the size and firmness of it very clearly. Dan was panting hard, caressing her slim young body as if he'd found some priceless treasure. She realized with surprise that he had not yet come.
"Darling little baby," he whispered, fondling her tits as he reached around her body.
She leaned back against his chest and sucked in huge lungfuls of air. She was still shaking, her mind a swirling carnival of pleasant shivers and thrills.
"Ohhh, Dan, what did you do to me? I can't even think straight."
Dan said nothing. He moved his hips under her, slowly at first, letting her weight shift from side to side, letting her firm asscheeks roll across his thighs. More of her cuntjuice coated his rubber sheathed prick. The thrills Bobbie had thought were over throbbed back. The head of Dan's cock was filling out inside her! She could feel every powerful surge of it.
"Dan... ohhhh, wowee!"
Her cunt began to spasm again. The pleasure wasn't as keen as her first climax, but it was clearly a separate explosion -- a second come! She whimpered, too weak to do much more than jerk her hips a little on that enormous stake of hot cockmeat.
But Dan was moving more wildly now. He pulled her head back and kissed the nape of her neck, working his way around under her chin until she felt his tongue touch her lips. She turned her head to the side and let him kiss her. His bear-like arms squeezed her slender body. Her back was sweaty against his chest and belly. His cock surged again, and she felt a small force of something deep, deep inside her! Dan grunted low in his throat -- it was almost a growl. Bobbie knew his rubber was filling quickly with fresh, hot cream.
"Ohhhh, damn! Ohhhh, baby doll!"
He bit her neck, his hips lunging under her. The chair squeaked on the floor as together they writhed in the madness of the moment. Bobbie's second climax had her ass dancing again, though weakly. She could feel her soft cunt caressing the man's hot prick, pulling at the stringy cum as it filled the thin membrane of latex that was the only thing between his cock and her womb. As she sat upon Dan's lap like that, she knew that his prick was very, very deep.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped, each hand completely covering one of her tits. He pumped up and down, then stopped moving and let out a tired breath.
It seemed they sagged there against each other for a long time. But finally Dan eased her up from his lap, and she felt his cock slither out.
She turned, shocked, embarrassed and a little angry now that she was fully in charge of her emotions again. Hi prick was still pretty hard, but the tip of the rubber was not clinging so tightly to his glans.
"You're gonna have to keep playing your masquerade," he told her, "but you won't have to go to work at the car tot any more. You're too fine for that."
"What'll I do?"
"Just bang around the house. You can help my wife with things she needs done. But don't let her suspect for a second that you're not really a boy."
He stood up and cupped her chin. Then he kissed her.
"I'll take care of you. You'll have anything you want."
"I don't know what I want," she whined.
It was true. She'd been a scared runaway when her little game had been found out. Now the defense she'd relied upon had turned into a trap. But nothing would keep her from running away. That's how she'd escaped unhappiness before. She didn't want to be a slave to this man, even if he did promise her rewards for letting him do naughty things to her.
"You'll end up in jail or worse if you don't let me take care of you."
Bobbie hung her head. "Maybe I wouldn't. Maybe I could find another job."
"Not if I told the cops you'd split from here after getting into my cash box." Dan smiled confidently. "Whose word would they take for the truth... huh?"
"Then I'd tell them what you made me do!" Bobbie snapped, her eyes wide with anger.
"I'm respected in this town. Never fooled around on my wife, at least not so's anybody found out. They'd just laugh at you, honey. And anyway, you're not a girl at all. You're a boy, remember?"
"Besides, you loved it just now. You can't fool me about that. Already you're thinking of the next time I eat that hot little slit of yours or slip my cock inside you -- or do some other things I'm sure you'd enjoy."
Bobbie blushed furiously. "I... I hate you!"
"No, you don't. You'll be begging for it before long, you hot-tailed little nymph."
Chapter Six
That evening at supper, Bobbie could hardly keep her part of the conversation going. She felt simply awful for playing the part of a young boy to the unsuspecting Mrs. Williams while Dan leered at her from time to time or touched her knee under the table. After helping with the supper dishes, Dan invited her into the front room to share a little wine with him and his wife.
Mrs. Williams seemed in a romantic mood as she cuddled against her husband and whispered things to him. She wasn't a bad-looking woman, merely plain. Her short red hair was styled attractively. It was plain to Bobbie that she'd fixed herself up especially to attract her husband.
"I think I'll go to my room," Bobbie murmured and started towards the stairs.
Mrs. Williams seemed happy that she'd be alone with her husband now, but Dan gave Bobbie a parting glance that caused shivers to go up her spine. It also made her feel awful inside. She knew that the big handsome man would rather fuck her than his own wife. And she couldn't entirely ignore the hot thrill she'd felt as his eyes had momentarily undress her.
Even with her bedroom door closed and locked, she began to remember how it had felt to have his enormous cock sliding into her cunt. It had been so hot and slick, and her cunt had been rubbed so fantastically...
Bobbie stripped off the uncomfortable elastic that held her throbbing tits. How much longer could she go on with this performance of hers? How much longer could Dan fool his wife?
"Maybe I should chance it and run away. Maybe he's just bluffing about telling the cops all those lies."
The sound of her own voice didn't inspire as much confidence as she'd hoped. She finished undressing and climbed into bed. But she was feverish between her slender thighs. Her cunt tingled whenever she moved. The slightest brush of her pajamas against her mound made her tremble and groan.
Maybe what Dan had told her was true. Maybe after a girl found out about fucking, she became obsessed by it.
"I've just got to get it out of my mind."
But turning onto her belly, her nipples were tickled by the flannel of her pajamas, and she pumped her young cunt mound against the bed, losing herself for a moment as the thrills concentrated around the squishy flesh of her clit.
"Ohhh... ohhh God! Ohhhhh, that feels so nice!"
But it didn't feel quite nice enough. Bobbie reached over to turn off her lamp, telling herself that she was going to behave like any normal teenaged girl who was tired and needed rest. She was going to turn over and go to sleep and forget all about sex, forget about the immoral things Dan had done to her.
Then she was staring at the bedpost again and it seemed to shimmer and turn into Dan's huge cock right before her eyes!
"Maybe some milk would make me sleepy," she sighed, swinging her legs out of bed.
Knowing that the Williamses would be in bed by now, she didn't bother with the elastic band for her tits. She padded barefoot down the steps and tiptoed through the darkened front room.
The milk did taste good, and she had two glasses. But on her way back through the house, she heard a moan from the downstairs bedroom. Pausing at the foot of the steps, she waited, her breath quickening. The moan came again -- longer, more passionate.
"I've got to get upstairs and go to bed," Bobbie said through clenched teeth.
But her feet just wouldn't start up the steps. She was breathing funny and her nipples tingled against her pajamas again. With a smothered sigh, she turned and headed down the long hall that led to Dan and Mary's bedroom. The door was ajar and light streamed into the hallway. Bobbie kept to the shadowed side, inching close enough to peek in.
What she saw made her grab both tits and squeeze hard.
Mary Williams was on top of her husband, straddling him as she knelt there, her open cunt pressed against the swollen tip of Dan's cock. He touched her hips, guiding her back, but the red haired woman didn't need to be guided. She rocked wildly, pumping her juicy cunt against his hard prick as her big tits swayed over his chest.
"Ohhh, yeah, Dan! Ohhhh. I needed this so bad! You've been so busy lately, it seems. Ohhhh, it's going in!"
With a wet sliding sound, the tip of Dan's hard-on disappeared between Mary's plump cuntlips. She dipped her ass suddenly, thrusting and rubbing against the stiff penetration.
Bobbie turned away. She knew if she stayed there any longer, she'd be in even worse shape than she already was. She headed back to the kitchen. She seen a salami in the door of the refrigerator earlier that day and remembered how cock-like it seemed. Sure enough, it was still there!
"Oh, it's cold!"
But Bobbie knew that it wouldn't be cold long. She hid it under her pajamas and hurried through the house again. The moans from Dan and Mary's bedroom were louder now, and she held a hand over one ear as she clutched the salami between her tits with the other one.
Safely in her room, Bobbie Ann was panting with anticipation. She turned off the lights and eased her pajama bottoms down enough to press the rounded tip of the salami against her hot plump cunt mound. The little knot at the end excited her clit as she rubbed it back and forth. Her juices quickly slickened the firm phallus of lunchmeat. Her fingers fit around it just like they had around Dan's big prick.
"Oh, I wish I didn't have to do this," she babbled. "I'm so ashamed."
But she wasn't ashamed enough to stop. With the sheet up around her neck, she nestled deeper into the warm bed, both hands pulling at the hunk of salami as she forced it into her tight young cunthole. It parted her muscles suddenly, and as the thing slipped into her, Bobbie Ann humped her back down into the bed, thrusting gently at the wonderful friction. "Nhhhuuhhhh!"
It wasn't nearly so hot and exciting as when Dan had spread her legs and really put it to her, but it was good! It was something to till the aching emptiness inside her.
Bobbie Ann kicked her pajamas the rest of the way off. Naked from the waist down now, she bent her knees back until her heels rested against her ass. Now her pussy was really open, and the juicy salami went in deep -- very, very deep!
"Rrrruuhhhh," she groaned, pumping furiously.
Her clit throbbed as she let her fingers tease its juicy heat. Less than five minutes from the time she'd pushed the salami into her cunt, she was coming -- thrashing violently against the bed as her breath hissed from between her teeth.
She jerked her legs down straight, pressing her thighs tightly around the penetrating shape. Flopping in the last few seconds of her climax, she felt her muscles squeezing at the thing inside her as if trying to suck the hot sap from it. Then her twitching body rode past the consuming pleasure and she began to relax, her eyes closed with fatigue.
It felt good to have that salami inside her. She didn't pull it out. She lay there, her thighs pinched closed as slumber took her. Her dreams were of hot male mouths licking at her, sucking at her. When she awoke, it was to a tapping at the door.
"Who is it?"
She sat up in panic. It was nearly dawn. Then she remembered who she was and where she was sleeping.
"Come on, baby, let me in."
"No, Dan. I'm... I'm about to get in the shower."
Bobbie swung her legs out of bed and the firmness inside her reminded her that she'd gone to sleep with that salami jammed between the lips of her cunt. She pulled it out and shoved it under the mattress. Dan was knocking more insistently now.
"Mary's asleep, so I have a few minutes before I take her a cup of coffee."
"No, Dan, please, leave me alone."
Bobbie went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. The hot spray of the shower felt good on her shoulders, and she lathered herself quickly, trying not to think of the throbbing passion that had weakened her will last night.
She wasn't expecting the door to click and suddenly open. Dan shoved the shower curtain back as he shoved a ring of keys into his pants pocket.
"You didn't think I was gonna let you keep the only key, did you?"
"Dan... don't... don't touch me!"
But Dan had already dropped his pajamas and stepped into the spray with her. As she wriggled, he held her soapy body against his muscled chest. The rub of her nipples across his hard chest made Bobbie shiver. He rubbed soapy hands down her back, caressing her pert asscheeks until she moaned like a bitch in heat. But when his finger slid over her shitter and he began to push harder, she struggled.
Bobbie snatched her hips one way and then the other. But Dan's finger was soapy and her ass was lathered up. Then came the most incredible sensation she'd ever experienced.
"Ohhhhh."
"I'd like to have a go at your hot little butt, too, sometime," Dan panted.
His other hand had rubbed soap over her nipples and was sliding down her heaving belly. He curled his fingers under her cunt mound and pushed the middle one deep into her with a quick thrust.
Stabbed front and back, Bobbie wriggled like a stuck pig. Her asshole closed tightly around Dan's knuckles and her pussy did the same with his other finger. Spasms of pleasure throbbed powerfully through her cunt and ass. She could hardly get her breath as the big man began to fingerfuck both holes.
"Uhhhhh, oh my God! Ahhhhhh... yaaahhh! Yeah... ahhhhhh... ahhhhh... ahhhh..."
"You're beautiful when you squirm like that," Dan whispered.
He kissed her neck, and the thrills she'd experienced grew stronger. Her nipples sprouted hotly from her areolas. Dan sucked one, tonguing the soft swell roughly as he kept slipping his fingers in and out of her youthful holes.
"Muuhhh..." Bobbie moaned, lost now in the bewitching thrill of the man's molesting hands. "Ohhh, please let go! Ohhhhh, my God this is awful... awwwhhfuull!"
She clutched frantically at Dan's wrists, but he was far too strong for her to resist. He worked his finger back and forth inside her ass, as her clit hardened and came up from its glossy hood. Her cunt began to spasm almost immediately.
Dan laughed. He seemed to enjoy his ability to bring her off almost at will. And it was true, he could -- even with her not wanting him to! He rubbed her pussy until she thought she'd go insane.
Then she gave a little scream and her ass bucked and she came.
While still weak from her climax, Dan forced Bobbie to kneel in the tub. He soaped his big cock and let the shower rinse it off. Then he made her take it in both hands. She looked up at him weakly, her eyes glazed from the excitement his fingers had just forced upon her. Dan smoothed her damp brown curls away from her forehead.
"You know what I want."
It all came rushing back -- the two cops standing there over her, the bright lights, the gun that one of them had held on the other, the taste of his cock, a strange muskiness that filled her nostrils as she'd sucked that hard, hot thing.
Then something else in her nostrils -- cum -- in her throat, leaking down her body. Cum.
Dan wanted the same thing. He wanted her to suck his cock. To put her mouth around him and suck him until he spurted his hot sap down her throat.
"No!"
"You damn well will!"
He wasn't petting her hair now, he was tightening his fingers in it, hurting her.
He pushed his cock against her closed lips, and Bobbie whimpered. It smelled squeaky clean and the head was very dark, very large. He pulled her hair again, and she opened her mouth. With a quick movement, Dan shoved his prick in between her teeth. Not meaning to, she clamped her jaws down a little, her small white teeth cutting into Dan's blood-plump cockhead.
"Damn!"
But though Bobbie was afraid she'd hurt him, he didn't hit her. His hand fell away from her hair. He trembled, his belly tightening as she let her teeth ride along his the flared head of his cock. The sponginess of it and the velvety texture made Bobbie's cunt throb. She couldn't help but be excited. She'd felt it inside her cunt, and now her mouth seemed to sense the firm, warm meat in a new way.
"Ohhh, baby, that's the way. You sure, you've never done this before? Uuhhh."
"Mmmmmuuhh..." she moaned, her tongue working now, petting the fat knob.
Its pulsing heat was doing things to her she'd never imagined. It seemed to fit perfectly into the spit-slickened hollow of her tongue, quivering there as she gently licked it. The shower spray cascaded over her hair, over her face as Dan moved his hips to push his rigid hard-on in and out between her teeth. The two lobes at the underside of his cocktip glided to the back of her tongue, but he pulled back before slowly choked.
"Glluuhh!" she gasped, but this time when his swollen cockhead slipped forward, she pressed it up into the roof of her mouth. It fit perfectly, and she danced her tonguetip wildly along the tender undersurface, trying to hold him off.
Dan jerked, and his breathing got ragged and strained.
"Grab my balls! God... damn!"
Bobbie cupped the heavy-hanging eggs, feeling a tickle of pleasure go through her body just to heft the potent weight of them. Moving them around seemed to have an effect upon Dan, too. He moaned and trembled and his cock surged against her tongue. He grabbed her head and tried to push his cock deeper.
Bobbie let him touch her tonsils with the tip, then closed her throat tightly to stop him.
"Ohhhh, baby, you've got a soft mouth!"
Bobbie was licking the entire length of his cock now. What few inches of the shaft that hadn't burn pushed into her womb, she extended her licking to reach. He was panting hard, her nostrils flared with the excitement she felt from Dan.
His knees were shaking now. He seemed to be having a hard time moving his hips, as if the slightest friction against her tongue was excruciating.
Bobbie felt the flared crown grow hotter. It throbbed powerfully against her tongue as she held each of the big man's balls and stretched them down in the sac.
"Ahhhhhh." Dan hissed and she felt his cum tube bulge where it rested on her lower lip.
One second later, his hot cum was spurting into the back of her throat. Some squirted, some oozed, but her mouth was filled with it before she could think to swallow. She gave a tight cough and a line of white oozed from the corner of her mouth and was washed away by the warm shower.
Dan lurched around, trying to keep his balance as his jizm reservoirs emptied of everything they held. Bobbie squeezed his balls instinctively, and he seemed to like the sensation.
His boiling cock slipped forward and back in the velvet trough of ha tongue. Bobbie cooed with excitement as his cream bubbled out and trickled down bet throat in long strings. She could taste it now and remembered vividly the night she'd sucked the cop.
But now the experience was having an unexpected effect -- she like the texture, the sponginess of Dan's cock in her mouth. She liked the weight of it, too, and the shape -- like an exotic mushroom with a thick stalk.
The thing about sucking him that surprised her the most, though, was how she craved the taste of his hot cum! It was only the second time she'd had it dripping from her tongue, and already she knew she'd want more. It excited her to a fever pitch to feel it smacking between her lips, to taste the strange sour, saltiness of it!
Her throat continued working, her tongue sliding forward and back along the tender bumps and hollows of Dan's huge hard-on. The big man grabbed a towel rack to keep from crumpling, but still Bobbie kept sucking.
That was what he wanted, wasn't it?
"Baby... ohhh, baby doll! Uhhhhh!"
He pulled his prick from her hungry mouth. She was still sucking, her eyes dazed, the white strings running down her chin. She looked up at him as the spray began to wash the spilled cum away. Dan seemed to be in a state of shocked surprise. Bobbie realized that he hadn't expected her to do that kind of a job on him, the first time.
And neither had she.
"Damn it, kid, where'd you learn to suck like that, anyhow?"
"I... I never did it before," she lied. But it wasn't much of a lie. That first time couldn't really be counted. She hadn't known anything about what was going on.
"I'd better get back downstairs," Dan said, stumbling from the shower. "My wife'll be waking up by now."
Bobbie got slowly to her knees. She felt dizzy -- as if she'd just stepped off an airplane at a strange destination. Dan was gone, and she let the shower wash away any traces of her sexual snack. But she could taste him in her mouth -- his cock, his hot cum -- she could taste it. She knew she should be disgusted -- she even tried to be disgusted. He really was a despicable man to blackmail her into performing sexual treats for him. She wanted to hate him.
But then she thought of his prick again, and the way it had slid so easily over her trembling tongue. Her cunt was aching, feeling empty and hot.
"Ohhhh, God, what's happening to me? What's happening?"
Chapter Seven
For the next few days, Bobbie tried to busy herself around the house.
It was getting harder all the time to fool anybody concerning her true sex. All the fucking and sucking she'd done with Dan had weakened her facade. She'd lost the ability to swagger like a boy might and she didn't have the heart to try and spit any more. She'd never really been comfortable in the guise of a male, but now the difficulty was magnified. She'd had a cock pushed into her cunt. She'd sucked one, too. And her tits and pussy had been feasted on by Dan. His hungry mouth had made her a woman, so had his cock.
She felt helpless and soft now -- a shy, scared girl hiding in the baggy clothes of a tomboy.
Her tits seemed to be getting bigger fast, now that she'd had all this stimulation. She was careful to walk stoop-shouldered so Mary Williams wouldn't accidentally catch sight of the poor flattened things stretching out the elastic band, making bumps in her sweater where bumps weren't supposed to be.
Walking along a downtown street, she thought about running away from her awful predicament. At times she felt like she might be able to escape and hide from the authorities if Dan actually carried through his threat of branding her as a thief and fugitive. But then she'd feel weak and unable to take the chance.
There was something else, too -- for three days, Dan had been too busy to spend many evenings at home. There was talk at the supper table of some deal he was making to buy another liquor license and open a new bar. Politics were involved, and the conversations between him and his wife were usually over Bobbie's head. But she wasn't that dumb, and she knew he was going to try and bribe some public officials.
By Wednesday. Bobbie was actually getting a little crazy. And though she hated to admit it, it was because she was horny. Her finger just didn't quite do the job any more. Nor did the salami, nor the bedpost. One afternoon when Dan came home unexpectedly, he gave her ass a pat and the hot thrills surged through her willowy body. But his wife was home, too, and she came out of the kitchen to give him a big kiss.
"I'm going to take the kid with me tonight," he told her. "Maybe I can even tell Senator Rogers that I'm adopting him."
Dan winked at Bobbie. She tried to gesture like a son would to a father, but her heart, wasn't in it. She was thinking of that hot, damp cock inside Dan's pants. She wanted to see it, to fondle it.
She wasn't proud of this new side of her, but it was there nagging all the time. Her cunt began to seep hot juice into her panties. She wondered if Dan was simply making an excuse to his wife so he could sneak his so called son out to a motel for a little action.
"That license means a lot to you, doesn't it, dear?" Mary smiled at Dan.
"It's going to mean a lot to both of us -- money, I'm talking about. Lots more money." Dan hugged Bobbie's shoulders and pulled her against one side as he pulled his wife against the other.
Bobbie reddened, wondering what Mary Williams would do if she knew the truth about her and Dan. But she was worrying, too, about this meeting with the senator Dan wanted to impress. Bobbie was certain she wouldn't be able to carry it off -- the firm handshake, the eye to eye talk. And what would she wear?
Dan came in her room carrying a box. "What's in the box?"
"It's for you. You aren't going as Bob. You're going as Bobbie Ann."
She had never dreamed of touching such a dress in her life, much less actually putting it on hr body. The red silk clung to her willowy shape like it had been custom made for her. Her hips seemed rounder, fuller, her waist even smaller than it was. And the silk clung to her breasts, letting them fill out to their natural, more spherical shapes. Standing before the mirror, she felt dizzy -- as if she were looking at another person entirely. She looked like a one hundred percent female and a very pretty one, too.
"It's so tight!"
"It's supposed to be."
"My breasts... the nipples show through." She touched one soft bump under the clasping red silk.
"I hoped they would."
"But if I'm not going as your son, who am I supposed to be?" she asked.
"A friend. Someone who Senator Rogers is going to be very anxious to know."
Bobbie's heart did a flip-flap. She didn't like the look in Dan's eyes. He smiled as he lit a slender cigar and puffed smoke into the room.
"You're going to get me that license, baby," he said, looking down at her.
"You've got to be crazy!" Bobbie blurted, starting to unbutton the dress. Dan grabbed her arm roughly and jerked her around until she whimpered.
"No, I'm not. I've taken a lot of time to set this up. And I haven't forgotten how you stole from me."
"I've never stolen anything from you and you know it!"
"But I've got it set up so it looks that way. It would sure convince any cop. Grand larceny, too. Even a car with your prints on it. The cops would find it across town and put two and two together they wouldn't have to know that I put it there. Why would they even suspect?"
"Come on. I'm tired of standing around her jawing."
Bobbie followed him out the door.
On the way to the bar-b-que, Dan stopped at a drugstore. He came back with a small sack and dumped the contents onto the seat between them.
"See this little plastic thing here? You fill it with the foam in this bottle."
"What is this?" Bobbie breathed, almost afraid to touch the gadget.
"It'll keep you from getting knocked up if you use it before Rogers slips it to you."
"Who said I'm going to let him slip it to me?"
Dan's face grew harsh. "If he says he wants to, you will! Get that?" He pushed the foam applicator into her hands. "Figure out how to use this little toy. You may need it."
As Dan drove out of town, Bobbie sat dejected, working the plastic plunger, reading the label of the spermacide. Neither said much, and Bobbie Ann wondered if maybe Dan was feeling a little guilty about what he was doing. After all she was so young. He could get in a lot of trouble.
But then, she could, too, if he tried to make those phony larceny charges stick.
When Dan pulled into a motel out on the highway, Bobbie glared at him. "I thought you said we were going to a bar-b-que."
Dan parked and walked her to the door of a unit. Music came softly from inside, but though Dan had aid it was a party, there didn't seem to be a lot of cars parked around.
The door opened and she found herself looking into the face of a man in his forties. He was even more muscular than Dan, and though gray at the temples, he had obviously taken good care of himself over the years. He looked adoringly into her brown eyes.
Dan made the introduction, and she was ushered into the motel room, a glass of something put in her hand. Scotch -- she drank some of it quickly to calm her pounding heart. There appeared to be no one in the place except herself and the two men. But she soon found her assumption had been wrong. Mother girl, seemingly no older than she, exited from the bathroom and looked around shyly. Sandy was blonde, breasty and had the scrubbed good-looks of a high school cheerleader. Five minutes later, Bobbie Ann was told that was exactly what she was.
"I don't go to school in town. Dan knew me from the time my folks bought a car from him. I guess he kind of kept track over the years. Then he figured I'd like to make a little money, so..." The blonde glanced around knowingly at the two men who were conversing across the room in low tones.
"You mean, you're supposed to be here with Dan?"
"Oh, no. We're both for Mr. Rogers." The girl giggled and chewed her gum, "His first name is Nat. Neato, huh?"
"Both?" Bobbie licked her lips, then wet them with liquor as she slugged at the Scotch.
Sandy saw that she was troubled. "First time you've done this?"
"I'm not sure I know what I'm supposed to do," Bobbie whispered. "And I'm scared stiff."
"Don't be. Nat's really a great guy."
"How long have you known him?"
"Thirty minutes or so."
Sandy shrugged and went to put another ice cube in her drink. When she came back, Bobbie clutched the girl's wrist.
"You mean it'll just be the two of us here with Nat?"
Sandy nodded. "Sure. It's worth it, too. I'm dying to buy this neat little convertible, and now I'll be able to afford it." Sandy ran a hand down her sleek white dress. "Dan bought this for me, too. I'll bet he bought your red one... didn't he? It looks really nice on you, Bobbie."
Bobbie didn't want to be here, didn't want to be talking with this dinged-out blonde. And she didn't want this senator with his strange appetites pawing her, either. She told Sandy that she didn't think it was right for them to be doing this.
"Oh, lots of older guys like young girls. Nothing weird about that." Sandy giggled again. "We're pretty, don't you understand? Here, look!" Sandy dragged Bobbie to a mirror.
Bobbie Ann had forgotten how she looked. She was so used to being in slouchy clothes that the habit had carried over. But the red dress fitting so tightly to her slim body quickly changed her mind. Even her navel made a dimple in the smooth silk. Her panties clung wetly to her young cunt mound as she chewed her lips nervously.
"Look," Sandy went on, "we do it for guys free all the time... right? You get horny and some nut puts his hands and mouth all over you and before you know it, you're getting seven inches and a pussy full of cum. At least this way, you come out ahead. I'll bet Dan bought you a foam kit, too, didn't he?"
Bobbie nodded that indeed he had.
Dan was at the door, saying his good-byes. Bobbie had to grind her teeth together to keep herself from running to him and begging him to take her with him. But she couldn't do that. He had her where he wanted her, and she was going to have to go along with it -- at least for the time being.
When Nat Rogers turned and pushed the door closed with his back, he was smiling. "My two lovely ladies for the evening."
Bobbie Ann just swallowed hard, her eyes wide with fear. Sandy swayed her hips across the room and beamed up into Nat's face like an eager pixy doll. But his eyes were still on Bobbie. She touched her brown hair nervously and tried to smile.
"Let's all sit on the sofa."
There were little sandwiches on a plate on the coffee table, and Bobbie tried to eat one to keep herself busy. But she was too nervous to be hungry. When she glanced over, Nat and the blonde bombshell were in a wild embrace. Good -- that way, it would take the heat off her. Maybe Senator Rogers would want the more energetic of them for a romp in the sack. Maybe she could just end up being the wallflower.
But as she watched Nat's hand slide under Sandy's white dress and go between her thighs, it made her own cunt tingle.
"Ohhh, Nat," Sandy gasped as her cuntlips opened wetly to his touch.
Bobbie could hear him feeling around the plush figured girl's slit. Sandy's eyes closed, and she let her head fall back. Nat began to feast gingerly on her neck and earlobe.
Bobbie stopped staring and paid more attention to her drink.
This Nat was sonic operator! Already he was slipping Sandy's panties down. Bobbie saw the wet spot on the crotch as the dainty pink things slid down to the blonde's ankles and she pulled one foot free.
"Ohhh... ohhh, wow!" Sandy giggled excitedly as Nat plunged deeper. Her hips plunged suddenly as she pumped against his fingers. "You sure know how to get a girl interested!"
"What about you, Bobbie?" Nat asked, turning suddenly to look into her eyes. His fingers continued to slide in and out of Sandy's hole.
Bobbie Ann didn't know what tasty. "What do you mean? Are you interested? Like Sandy is?"
"I think I'll get another drink," she blurted and darted from the couch.
When she came back, Nat was unbuttoning Sandy's dress. Her big tits were white and heavy looking, and she moaned as Nat wet them with his tongue. Then he slid her dress down so that all she had on was a delicate gold bracelet around her white wrist. Sandy was panting hard by now, and Bobbie didn't think it was an act. Her cunt was all swollen out to expose the pink flesh inside. Bobbie Ann could see it through the sparse blond curls that fringed the cheerleader's mound. Nat smiled at Bobbie -- he was handsome as sin.
"I can't decide which of you to play with first. Maybe I'll try both."
Bobbie scooted another inch any from him but he caught her burnt and pulled her close. She let him kiss her neck and the blushing whorl of her ear. Then he pushed Sandy down to the floor on her knees, so that her mouth hung over his crotch.
"Go on and take it out, Sandy," he told her.
The girl fished nervously in the man's pants and extracted his throbbing hard-on. Bobbie tried not to look at it. She felt embarrassed for Sandy and embarrassed for herself and scared out of her wits. But now Nat's mouth was pressed to hers and she had to kiss him. She remembered what Dan had told her -- to do whatever Senator Rogers wanted her to do -- or else.
Without being told, Sandy started to lick Nat's cocktip like a lollipop. The handsome man squirmed on the sofa, his hands straying down Bobbie's red dress as he let the blonde, wet his cockhead thoroughly with her hot pink tongue.
"I wonder which mouth is softest," he breathed. "Sandy's or Bobbie's?"
Bobbie started to say something, started to move away. He pushed her down so that she knelt beside Sandy. Bobbie Ann realized with a start that he'd half-unbuttoned her red dress. One small tit peeked through the gap.
"Go ahead," Sandy whispered. "I've already had a taste."
Bobbie felt like she was slipping into a trance as she looked down at the thick, dark knob of the handsome senator's cock. She flashed back on that time with the cop and remembered, too, how Dan's prick, had fit so perfectly into her mouth. Her heart pounded. Her silken panties were already clinging tightly to her cunt mound, and as she moved her hips, they slipped between the fevered plumpness of her cuntlips.
"Maybe we should go into the bedroom, where we can all get comfortable."
Bobbie just stared at Nat when he said this. But he pulled her up and, putting an arm around each of them, walked Sandy and her to the bed. There he undressed and pulled them down with him.
At first he just wrestled and tickled them. Sandy, sounding a little drunk, seemed to be enjoying herself. But Bobbie Ann could feel Nat feeling her under the red dress. It was still unbuttoned in front, and he wasted no time in tracing the shape of her dainty tit. Once, pinning her helplessly on her back, he nuzzled the dress open and bathed the pink nipple with hot spit. Writhing, she whimpered and bucked, and Nat seemed overjoyed that she was reacting differently than Sandy.
"Now let's get back to what we started in the other room."
Bobbie was made to kneel between his thighs. She'd avoided looking at his cock since they'd come into the bedroom, but occasionally she'd felt it pressed against her leg during the wrestling.
Nat seemed interested in eating Sandy's cunt. He kept kidding her about it, and Sandy sounded excited that he wanted to. Bobbie Ann could see the girl's dainty pink folds swelled out from her white mound. She looked glossy and wet and very hot, and when Nat made her put her knees on either side of his head and lower her dripping cunt toward his mouth, Bobbie had to look away.
There before her was Nat's cock. He urged her with his hand and with a whisper.
Slowly, she reached out as if in a trance. Her fingers touched the throbbing shaft, and she curled them tightly around it. Nat moaned with passion, and his cockhead bulged even larger than before.
"Go on, Bobbie," Nat breathed.
Then he was pulling Sandy's body down and Bobbie Ann heard his licking mouth covered with hot cuntflesh. It was a slurpy, sucking sound, and Sandy's back arched suddenly as the man's tongue was pushed into her cunthole. She writhed there upon his open mouth, her breath coming in excited little puffs.
Bobbie could hardly stand to watch, yet couldn't keep her eyes off the rhythmic lurching of Sandy's hips as she let Nat feast upon her tender folds. Bobbie Ann grasped Nat's cock tighter and looked down into the single slitted eye. Then she licked her lips and gave a little whimper.
As the heat of his cocktip touched her parted mouth, she whimpered again. It was as if she were doing something she knew, was wrong, yet had to do -- had to do it to satisfy some mysterious hunger inside bet. And it was a hunger that only recently had been discovered.
She let her soft lips slide around the streamlined shape as she brought her head down. The sensation must have been glorious, because Nat writhed his hips and murmured something into the dripping flesh of the blonde's cunt.
Sandy was lost to all this. All she could think of was how it felt to be eaten as she sat on a man's face. Bobbie knew by the way the blonde squirmed and moaned and tossed her head.
But now that swollen cock was halfway into her mouth. She sucked her cheeks in and pulled the cockhead softly over the hollow of her tongue. Then she used a tantalizingly slow back and forth movement to sand the sensitive bottom lobes, closely watching. Nat's reactions as she licked.
"Uhhh!" he grunted, his ass thrusting upwards, his back humped down into the bed.
She held his prickshaft firmly, giving her complete control. Her lips caressed the place behind the flared knob, slipped farther back along the shaft as her tongue danced across his taut flesh.
Nat was enjoying himself. He began to breathe funny.
Nat's cock was more slender than Dan's, but it seemed slightly longer. Like a spear point, the tip flared much larger than the shaft, and as it grew against the heated petting of Bobbie Ann's tongue, her tits tingled and her belly heaved. She was growing very, very excited with that prick inside her mouth! It was just like she'd felt when Dan had made her suck him off in the shower.
"Uhhhhh!" Nat groaned, pushing Sandy up a little so he could catch his breath.
Bobbie saw that his chin and cheeks were glistening with the curvy blonde's juices, and the girl could hardly wait until she could press her blossomed pussy down for more licking.
"Ahhh Nat, you have the softest mouth!"
"You've got a soft cunt, too. And I think I'm about ready to shove something hard into it. Bobbie's done a good job getting me ready."
The girls had to shift around, and he made them both lie on their backs in the middle of the big bed. He sat back on his haunches, looking from one to the other as if having a hard time making up his mind. Then he reached over and stripped off Bobbie Ann's panties, pushing her red dress up a little to reveal the plump, firm lips of her cunt and the damp brown curls that framed it.
"God, what a decision!" He took a breath and reached for his drink.
Bobbie Ann couldn't help but feel a bit competitive. And she supposed that Sandy did, too, though when she thought about it, the whole scene scared her. Suddenly she remembered the little foam kit Dan had given her. If Nat chose to fuck her first, how would she take care of that little detail?
Nat's hand caressed her thigh, then his fingers slipped up to her cunt. With a trembling sigh, Bobbie tossed her head to the side and saw that he was doing the same thing to Sandy. He continued to feel both of them up, his fingers opening each of their young twats and delving into the beautiful soft meat inside.
Both of them were squirming now, moaning softly, breathing fast. Nat pushed his finger deep into Bobbie Ann's cunthole, and she instinctively closed her thighs, then spread them wide again. She drew her heels up a little so that her knees were half-bent. Then she let them fall apart. All the while, Nat explored her tight fevered hole, his other fingers making slick noises between Sandy's plump cuntlips.
"Ohhhh... ohhh, God!" Bobbie gasped.
"Wow! Mmmmm..." sighed Sandy.
The bed bounced as both of them began to pump their young asses more violently against the keen and pleasurable tickle that Nat was creating.
"Beautiful little creatures," he whispered. "I wish I could fuck both of you at the same time."
"Fuck me first," Sandy whimpered, her ass rising from the bed as she wiggled furiously against Nat's stabbing fingers.
Bobbie didn't say anything. Her mouth hung slack and her eyes were glazed with the incredible pleasure that raced up her belly and down her thighs. Something about being felt up beside another girl who was getting the same thing excited her. She groaned, her cunt-muscles squeezing firmly around Nat's knuckles. He smiled at her, leaned down to kiss her belly.
"I'd better save you for last, Bobbie. You're so light, I know you'll excite me -- even after I finish with this wild little blonde here." He leaned over to kiss Sandy's belly, too.
Now Bobbie watched as he rolled between Sandy's legs and pushed them wide. The blonde was panting wildly, her ass lurching around as he opened the inner folds to reveal her cunthole. The pink surface looked very wet, and as Nat touched his cockhead to her cunt, Sandy groaned with lust and rocked her hips.
"You do want it, don't you? Dan never fails to fix me up with the hottest young teeny boppers in the country." The head of his cock was forcing, Sandy's hole wider as he said this.
Bobbie Ann's eyes went wide -- she'd never seen anything like this close up before. She'd only felt it happening to her. But as Nat's pricktip wedged deeper into the glistening heat of Sandy's cuntslit, she knew that it wouldn't be long before she'd be having the same thing done to her.
Nat saw her sit up to look, and he smiled. "Tell me what it looks like. It'll be fun." He pushed Sandy's thighs up so that Bobbie could see.
"No, I couldn't." Bobbie felt her cheeks flush. "Wouldn't a special gift from me make it worth it?"
Bobbie didn't know what the gift might be, but it was obvious to anyone that Nat wasn't a cheapskate. She took a breath and started.
"It's so big -- the part that's going in. It's dark blue and it's all shiny with Sandy's juices. Ohhh, wow! You're pushing now and she's wriggling around like something crazy. God, her juices are making a spot on the bed."
Bobbie was surprised that she could be so free about her description. But the words she spoke excited her all the more. She clawed gingerly at her cunt as she sat crosslegged to watch the slender cockshaft slide forward.
"Now the fat part's gone. It's gone up inside her! Ohhhh my God, she's really squirming now. It must feel good!"
"It d-d-does!" Sandy babbled, her big tits rising and failing, pressing against Nat's chest.
He kissed the plush-bodied blonde, forcing his hips forward again. Bobbie stared at the slow penetration. Sandy was nearly as tight as she was, it seemed, but she was taking him -- taking every last inch.
"Keep telling me, Bobbie!" Nat insisted.
"Your balls are touching her now. I can her slit being stretched, but it's all going in! Now it's sliding out again!"
She watched as Nat drew his cock back so that only the swollen tip hung inside the tightly clasped muscles of Sandy's cunthole.
The blonde whined pitifully and pumped her hips up and down, the soft surfaces of her muscled pussy caressing Nat's cockhead as she wiggled.
Bobbie couldn't find words to describe it. But she could sympathize with poor Sandy -- sometimes a girl needed that thing inside her to squeeze and hold.
"Nhhhuuuuh... put it in! Ohhh Nat, put it in me hard!"
Nat did!
Bobbie groaned as if it had been her own cunt that had been penetrated. She watched Sandy's asscheeks quiver from the powerful thrust as Nat stabbed her with all he had. His balls were pressed against the girl's white bottom as he ground into her. She threw her legs around his back and squeezed him hard, her ass lurching, her pussy rubbing from side to side and up and down.
Sandy was drooling and her eyes looked as if she wasn't focused on anything but the flaming thrills that were engulfing her pussy.
Bobbie Ann began to talk fast, the words rolling from her tongue almost before she knew what she was saying. "...God, it's deep! Now it's sliding back again and Sandy's going wild. Now it's inside her all the way. She's going crazy. She's moving so fast I can't believe it! And the way you're all covered with her juice makes everything shine! Ohhhh!"
Bobbie Ann fell to her side on the bed, unable to watch the incredibly erotic scent any longer. But she looked up with shocked surprise when she heard the slurpy sound of Nat taking his cock out of Sandy's writhing cunt.
He pushed Bobbie's slender legs apart and nestled his hips between them.
"Ohhh, you're going to..."
"If you can give a description like that, you must be even better to fuck!"
He held her head in his hands as he bathed her mouth with hungry kisses. She squirmed like Sandy had been doing as the big man held his cock and began to ease forward. Then he took his hand away.
"You put it in!"
Bobbie was aware of Sandy's jealous eyes upon them. But she didn't care. She was too hot to be that self-conscious. She fumbled excitedly, finally getting her fingers around Nat's cunt-slick prick.
"Ohhhhh, Sandy got it so hot! She got it slippery, too!"
As the tip touched her swollen, gaping cuntal crevice, she plunged her hips, rubbing the soft parts of her cunt up and down against Nat's taut glans. He groaned with appreciation and pushed forward. The hollow of her cunt took his knob with a slippery sound, and she bucked once as he drove forward.
It went into her like it was buttered. Bobbie Ann grunted deep in her throat and her nostrils flared.
"Like that?"
"Yes! Ohhhh God, yes!"
Only the tip had slipped behind her ring of muscles, but as he kissed her neck, Nat gave her another inch, then another. She writhed helplessly, knowing that though she was being used and shamed and sullied, her lust had free rein now.
With that pulsing hot cock inside her, there was no way in hell she could make Nat stop. She could feel every bit of it, feel her clasping cunthole squeezing and caressing the glossy surface that was so firm with blood -- spongy firm and hot!
"Ohhhhh!"
"Yeah, baby, enjoy it!"
"Ohhhh," Sandy moaned from nearby, "when are you going to do it to me again?"
But it was plain for Bobbie to see that Nat was very involved with plunging his slender prick in and out of her own body right now. She could hear him gasp when it went deep, and she knew why. Her cunt-muscles were squeezing him tighter than ever. She was learning how to control them so that she could almost hold him inside her.
He ran his fingers up and down her body. He kissed her tits.
"You won't do anything to get me in trouble, will you?" she whispered, panting so hard she could hardly get the words out. "Dan gave me something to use to keep me from being."
Nat laughed and kissed her earlobe. "Dan would think of that. He doesn't know that I've taken care of that detail. Don't fret." He slipped his hands under her slim ass and worked his prick to the hilt in her hot dripping cunt.
Chapter Eight
The steady rhythm of Nat's cock sliding into her cunt, the heat of his breath on her lips, his hands squeezing and loving her were taking Bobbie Ann up to the clouds on a frenzied ride.
Her small tits were flattened under the man's lurching weight as he ground her down into the bed. His fucking was getting rough and urgent now, and her slim hips began to dip and dance above the mattress. She could hardly get enough air her lungs. Her fingers became claws that dug at Nat's back, then his ass. She seemed to need even more of his thick cock inside her. Her cunt milked hungrily at the rigid thing that stabbed and excited her!
"Oh, damn!" Sandy said from close by. "He's gonna come inside you, and then I won't get to have any fun."
Neither of them paid her any attention. Bobbie was too far gone to care about Sandy. She hardly knew the blonde was in the room. She clung tightly to the lurching, fucking man above her, her thighs thrown wide to let him stab into her tight juicy cunt. The itchy pleasure was so intense that she began to cry out. Her cries were weak squeals at first, growing until at last she was screaming. Her clit caught fire and she couldn't stop lurching and twitching and tossing her swollen cunt back and forth as the handsome Nat pinned her thin wrists and fucked her like a wild man.
"Ohhh... uhhhhhh! Yaaahhh!"
She came violently, the pleasure surging up her body so suddenly that she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could do was fuck, and she fucked as if her life depended upon it.
"You two are far out!" Sandy said.
Her comment was lost in the hungry grunts from deep in Nat's throat and Bobbie Ann's excited squeals as the tickling madness swept through her cunt. Her clit was a hot little nub of pleasure now and whatever it touched seemed to send electric thrills through Bobbie's cunt.
She came like there was nothing else in the world that mattered -- and at that moment, it didn't. She could feel the full length of Nat's prick sliding into her cunt and being pulled out again. Then he stiffened and clutched her so tightly the air whooshed from her nose. Hot spurts filled her cunt. She felt the hot cream going down her ass.
Nat never stopped fucking for a second. He fucked her until there was no more energy left in her body. She lay limp and wasted, her muscles spent. His mouth covered one of her tits again, and she gave a twitch and sagged under him. Inside her, she could still feel the strong sap.
Vaguely, Bobbie wondered what Nat had meant about her being in no danger of getting pregnant. Maybe he'd had that operation some men talked about. She didn't know and didn't care -- at least not right now. She was exhausted.
Bobbie found the strength to get up, finally, her legs wobbling as she made it to the other room again. She could hear Sandy talking in her high pitched voice to Nat, begging him to play with her now. Bobbie got some more Scotch and gulped it down. Her head seemed to clear a little with the drink. She felt a line of cum trickling down her naked thigh, but didn't even bother to wipe it away.
The stark reality of what was taking place began to haunt her now. She drank more Scotch, staggering to the kitchenette to find an ice cube.
How did this well-known politician get away with this, anyhow? Surely if Dan knew the man's appetites, others did as well. Couldn't they use this information against him? And wasn't there some young girl around who was smart enough or clever enough to work blackmail on him just so she'd keep her mouth shut?
"I'm only a teenager," she breathed to herself, "and I don't think Sandy's any older, Nat Rogers could get in lots of trouble."
A hot throb went through her cunt, and she whimpered and cupped a hand to her swollen, dripping mound. Hot cum dripped into her palm, and she brought it to her nose and sniffed. The scent made her shiver. There was something about it that drove her wild. She began to breathe fast again, the looked to see that nobody had come into the kitchen -- no, of course not. Sandy and Nat were probably already going at it in the bedroom. Looking at the creamy stuff again, she suddenly pushed her palm to her lips and sucked hungrily at the salty stuff.
"Mmmmmm... I wish I had a quart of it!"
The first ice cube was already melting, so she dropped another into her drink and wandered back to the other room. Pretty fancy motel -- more like a presidential suite. Nat had paid plenty to reserve the place. But how did he cover up his activities? Bobbie wondered. All it would take would be for someone to slip the motel owner a bribe and then break into the room with cameras flashing.
The possibility of such a thing occurring made Bobbie tremble.
She heard a groan from the bedroom, then another groan -- softer than the first. When she went over to peek in, Sandy was stretched out on her belly while Nat worked his cock into her cunt from behind. As he stabbed it deep, the blonde jerked and clawed the covers of the bed.
"Ohhhhh, Nat honey!" she panted, arching her back to press her plump white ass against his belly.
Nat held her hips, working his cock in with a slow circular motion.
Bobbie Ann turned away and went back to the sofa with her drink. The cum was drying on her thigh now. Her cunt still tingled -- like it needed more fucking. She looked down at the strange velvety flesh that still bloomed from between the plumpness of her cunt mound. She swirled her ice around in the Scotch, thinking again of how vulnerable a politician was when he carried on late at night with a couple of teenage girls.
"Unless he has protection."
Bobbie went to the curtain that covered the front window of the room. She held it aside just far enough to peek out, and what she saw made her suck in a quick breath and step back.
She'd seen the silhouette of a Highway Patrol car, an officer leaning against the fender with a glowing cigarette in his mouth.
So that was how they worked it -- the man had been waiting until she and Sandy had been brought in, and then taken up guard duty outside the room. Senator Rogers certainly wasn't going to be bothered by anything short of an armed invasion.
Aware of someone behind her, Bobbie Ann turned to see Nat leaning in the doorway of the bedroom, a smile on his face. His cock was wilted -- but still pretty big. A string of cum leaked from it and fell to the rug.
Bobbie blushed, feeling more naked now that there were male eyes upon her. He came over, taking her drink from her so he could poll her into his arms.
"I guess you know that you're my favorite."
"Yes, I'd like to see you again after the night's over. Of course it isn't over yet, is it?"
"No, Nat. I guess it isn't."
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable over here on the couch. It's going to take a little time for me to get my second wind, but there's no reason why you shouldn't have something nice happen to you in the meantime."
Bobbie let herself be led to the couch, and she lay back on it like Nat wanted. He arranged her legs just so, pushing her knees up until they touched her breasts. She was terribly embarrassed. She knew how her cunt must look all swollen and squishy and dripping with cum. But Nat didn't seem to mind. He blotted it gingerly with a clean handkerchief and eased his head between her up raised legs.
"Oh God..." she moaned, anticipating the first touch of his lips.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you. I'm going to have to commend Dan for bringing you to me."
He kissed her then, and all the breath went out of her. He began to lick the edges of her cunt hole, rimming her with his tongue until she was gurgling with hungry excitement and clutching instinctively at his head.
It wasn't going to take her long! Her aching cunt tightened on itself as Nat's soft tongue brushed and teased her clit. No, it wasn't going to take her long at all!
It was close to dawn when Bobbie felt a hand on her tit. She'd been dozing, having strange dreams. She'd been dimly aware of movements and muted conversation but her fatigue had blotted it all out.
Now the bedroom was quiet except for the sound of Sandy's steady breathing. Bobbie Ann blinked her eyes open and looked up into Nat's face.
"Dan will be here soon to take you back," he said. "But there's still time for one little pleasure."
He caressed her neck and shoulders. His hair was mussed and he looked tired -- but happy.
"What do you want me to do?"
Bobbie blinked and sat up. The first thing she saw was Nat's cock. It was fully extended and looked loaded with blood. The dark head pulsed like it had earlier that evening when he'd put it deep into her cunt and let go his cum.
"I remembered how soft your mouth was," he said, still caressing her face.
She was pulled down on the bed again, and when Nat crawled around so that he could kiss her belly, she didn't understand exactly what he had in mind. Then he kissed lower, and as his mouth brushed her warm cunt mound, she felt his cock bump her cheek. She grasped it, realizing she was already getting stirred up.
"Whhuuhh..." she breathed as his tongue opened her cunthole, then pushed along the slippery folds. She licked her lips and with another moan, brought her warm, wet mouth slowly over the man's blood-taut cockhead.
He trembled all over as she petted the sensitive swell with her lips, then used her tongue to tease the underside of his cock tip. Together they sucked and hugged on the bed -- while Sandy slept on.
Bobbie Ann felt naughtier than she'd ever felt in her life, because what she was doing now was about the most taboo thing she could think of. To be sucking a man's cock while he feasted gently on her hot cunt seemed incredibly wicked. But it felt so good!
All the things that were bad felt like that. She whimpered as Nat's tongue delved deeper into her young twat, then she accidentally nipped him with her front teeth. He gave a grunt of pain but didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry," she sighed, looking down at the spit glossed knob.
Just looking at it made her want it in her mouth again. She felt shame for the uncontrollable desire to suck a man's prick, but she'd never suspected that just doing it once would lead to an obsession.
"You taste so good," Nat told her, burrowing his mouth deeper, holding her thighs apart as he covered her bloomed cunt with kisses and licks.
Bobbie Ann had never experienced such enjoyment from a man's mouth! She writhed under him, tired from lack of sleep but tingling with the thrill of having her own caressed so hungrily while Nat's hot cock jerked against her tongue.
It wasn't easy to concentrate on what she was doing. Sucking that pulsing knob made her whimper with lust, but then Nat's tongue would slide deep into her hole or caress her tender clit and Bobbie's mouth would go slack around the streamlined shape that filled it. But she could tell then that Nat wanted more sucking, and she tried hard to keep her tongue moving. It was this delicate petting of his glans that made him start to sigh and burrow even deeper into the warm, slippery place between her parted thighs.
"Yaaaahhhmmm..." she groaned, her hips working against the lovely friction.
She was close to coming, and so was Nat. She could feel his cock stiffening. The knob seemed to be pushing her cheeks out, it was so big.
"Baby doll!" he gasped, licking her wildly.
Bobbie's tickle grew quickly then, becoming the maddening itch she had grown to crave. Her body squirmed like a snake might move through deep grass, and she grabbed Nat's big cock with both hands and slurped strongly on that very suckable knob of his. She would never get tired of the sleek, smooth feel of a cockhead in her mouth. She knew that so well!
"Bobbeeee!"
Nat shuddered, his belly as hard as steel. She felt the strong pump deep inside his groin begin to throb. She cling to his cockshaft all the tighter, squeezing the blood to the swollen knob. Her pink tongue swathed and petted it. She curled her licking tongue around it sinuously, pulling at the great bulge, her cheeks sunk in from the suction.
She yearned to taste the salty flood of cum. She didn't think she could wait another second! She was coming now, the breathtaking pleasure fluttering through her.
"Nhhhuuummm..." she cooed through flared nostrils.
Nat's tonguetip fucked back and forth across her exploding clit! She clutched his cockshaft and let her teeth sink into it just a little as her tongue slipped forward and back along the underside of the tip, stroking the plump lobes there as the fevered barb grew to its largest size.
Nat came!
"Damn!"
His hips plunged, but Bobbie held to his cock, keeping just the purplish crown inside her mouth as her tongue went wild up on it. Hot spurts of the thickest, richest cream she'd ever tasted spattered into the back of her throat and streamed from one corner of her mouth. She was coming, too -- wiggling, whimpering around the boiling sap that kept shooting up his cum tube and bathing her mouth.
The bed lurched as they rolled around on it, coming, eating each other, gasping and groaning. Bobbie let his cock slide a little deeper, loosening her fingers. Nat pushed hungrily, feeling the heat of her throat and wanting more. Keeping herself calm, Bobbie Ann smothered her urge to gag. The fat tip of his cock forced her tonsils aside and dove past. She let him fuck her deep, let him fuck her throat until his balls bumped her chin. Then she could keep herself calm no longer.
Choking, she swallowed and her throat closed down around his glans. More streams of white jizz flooded her throat. Nat was absolutely flipping out! But her cunt was getting plenty of attention, too. He was nibbling the dainty folds, sucking her clit until she thought she'd go mad!
When at last they lay there panting, Bobbie blinked and opened her eyes. Sandy had awakened and was propped up on one elbow, watching them.
"How can anybody get any sleep around here?" she asked, grinning.
Bobbie was too out of breath to even answer. She just grinned back and closed her eyes. A warm stream of cum was leaking down her chin, and she weakly tried to lick it off. Nat's cocktip rested against her cheek. She liked the slick, hot feel of it there -- at least right now she did.
But already she was wondering how she'd feel about the whole wild scene when she was back in her bed with the booze wearing off. But now she was here and her slender thighs were wrapped around a man's head, his mouth still lightly touching her young ravished cunt. She nuzzled deeper into the pillow, moving her hips ever so slightly as she moaned with all the pleasure that had passed through her in such a short time. Nat was kissing her cunt.
God, it felt good!
Chapter Nine
It was as Bobbie expected. Even the hundred dollars Nat Rogers had slipped her as she'd left didn't wipe away the memory and guilt of that night in the motel room.
Oh, sure, it had been exciting sexually. But now Bobbie knew that she'd let herself in for a whole new lifestyle. She'd given her agreement that that sort of thing was fine by her. She'd obligated herself to doing whatever Dan had lined up for her. And the look in his eye told her that he had lots of plans. Even on the way home from the motel, he'd talked about a real estate deal he wanted to get in on. It would take some finagling with people in the State Senate that was where she came in. It seemed that many of the Legislators in the State Capitol had a penchant for young girls.
Dan was going to use her to satisfy his ambitions for money and power. And meanwhile, he'd get a little on the side. He'd even wanted to fuck her on the way home from the motel, but Bobbie had pleaded exhaustion.
Bobbie Ann felt stranger than ever when she put on the baggy boy's pants and shirt, hoping her tits wouldn't show through the elastic band that was becoming less and less effective in hiding her true sex. Now that she was sucking and sucking, her curves had taken off. Her hips widening some in just a few weeks, it seemed, her coltish legs becoming more filled out, her ass plusher.
And there was a new look in her eyes, too. She saw it in the morning when she brushed her teeth. Yes, she definitely had a bedroomy look about her now.
"I don't want to become Dan's whore. He's trying to turn me into a little slut or something."
Yet when she tried to think of other things besides sex, she couldn't. Her cunt was constantly throbbing, and though she didn't want to be obsessed with sexual thoughts, it didn't take anything to set her off. She was thankful that Dan didn't make her work at the car lot any more. With all those men around, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her mind on what she was doing.
One Friday, Dan began to talk about another little party he had planned for her. Bobbie felt panicky. Dan had been staying away from her pretty much, and she wondered if he'd avoided her on purpose -- to get her wired up for a fling with some senator. By now, masturbation was only a temporary measure. She couldn't really relieve the hot tensions and shivery hunger inside her with just a finger and a little baby oil. Even the bedpost had lost its appeal -- it was too stiff, and it wasn't hot enough.
There was just nothing in the world like a hot, throbbing cock. And there was only one place where she could find one of those -- growing from between the legs of some man.
Bobbie Ann yearned for someone to talk to, someone close to her own age. But she'd noticed that Dan had taken care not to let her know Sandy's phone number in that other town. He wanted to keep her isolated, under his complete control. Bobbie felt more and more like a prisoner -- a prisoner of sex and of Dan's unyielding desire for power. She was his pawn, and though she was growing to hate him, she got weak whenever he put his hands upon her.
"Ohhh, Dan don't touch met I'm so nervous lately."
"Then let me calm you down." He petted her firm young ass, and she shuddered and melted against him. She'd been trying to read when he'd tapped on her door and come into the room before she'd had a chance to button her robe. "I think you're about ready for another little party. Didn't you have a good time at the last one?"
"Uhhh... ohhh, Dan... ohhhh!"
He was kissing her neck, and her body responded without her control. She could feel juice leaking into her brown cuntal curls.
"You need some action, baby doll. Every growing girl needs some action."
"I... I don't want any action. Just leave me alone."
"What's this? After all I've done far you? You could be back there at the car lot, you know. By now every guy I've got working for me would have gotten into your pants. I can, tell you baby -- you wouldn't fool any of them now."
"What about your wife?"
"You've been keeping out of the way pretty good, just like I told you. And besides, Mary's a little naive. She just thinks you're a boy that hasn't developed yet."
"You can't fool her forever. What if I told her the truth?"
"You know what would happen then. I've got a lot of friends in law enforcement. They'd believe me before they would you."
She looked up at him in disbelief. "You'd actually put me in jail after what I've done for you?"
"Okay, so you wrapped up that liquor license business, and I appreciate it. But you were taken care of just fine. I know Nat must have slipped you some money. I didn't ask you to turn it over, did I?"
His hand had slipped under her robe, and he was petting the damp fur of her cunt mound, making her moan and rock her hips.
"God, what a hot little box you've got! Nat raved about it. He wants to see you again, by the way. I guess it wouldn't hurt... would it?"
"Don't touch me any more! I can't stand it."
"You love it."
His finger had pressed between her pink cuntlips and found the tight hollow place where her cuntflesh opened into that fevered, mysterious tube that drove men wild. Gently, kissing her neck at the same time, Dan fingerfucked her as she sagged weakly against his chest. She clung with both arms around his neck, panting, her eyes rolled back in her head.
She hated herself for being so weak. But his finger felt better than when she used her own. She began to pump her hips.
"Take it easy," Dan laughed. "I want you to be primed, not exhausted."
"Primed?" she mumbled. "Who for?"
"A special friend of mine. This guy can make me rich, so I want you to be extra special nice to him. He's got a son, too, and he mentioned bringing him along."
Bobbie Ann pushed herself away, staggering to the bed where she sat down hard. Under the loose drape of her robe, she could still feel Dan's finger inside her. She craved to get one of her own fingers down there and caress her clit. Somehow, she managed to resist the temptation.
"I don't like what you're making me become." She started to cry. "I'm only a teenager for God's sake!"
"That's what makes you so valuable. Don't worry, you'll be taken good care of."
Dan opened his pants and pulled his cock out. It wasn't fully hard yet, but as Bobbie Ann watched, it thickened and the tip flared out as Dan worked the skin forward and back. She tried to look away, but her eyes were caught there, caught on the incredible hot snake that her cunt needed so badly.
"Wouldn't you like a good fucking? Right now?"
"No..." She closed her eyes tight and pressed her hands over her face. "Leave me alone."
"Honey, you're so horny you can't even stop wiggling."
It was true. Bobbie had been squirming her hips without even knowing it. She looked at Dan's prick again, at his heavy, hairy balls that he'd pulled out of his shorts. She was breathing rapidly. Her heart fluttered wildly as she threw back her robe.
"Okay, fuck me and get it over with. Hurry up, damn you! Ohhh God, stick it in me or I'll die!"
But Dan just laughed and stuffed his cock back out of sight.
"I just wanted to make sure you're ready for tonight. I wouldn't want to dull the edge of your desire... not with so much at stake." He went to the door. "Senator Billings appreciates young and eager girls. I'm sure he'll come around to agreeing with me on the real estate I want to invest in. You see, the state is going to put a superhighway through that land in a year or so. But no one knows that except me and Senator Billings."
The door closed behind him, and Bobbie Ann was alone. She'd never felt so alone in all her life.
The party, if it could be called a party, was held at Senator Billings big country house. Bobbie Ann could see the patrol car following them after they left town, and Dan showed no surprise that they had an escort. They were all carefully planned and protected, these little sex parties.
Dan had bought her a dress especially for the occasion. There was something about purity involved, so white was her color for this evening. The dress was sexy without seeming to be. It fit her curves without being daring. Yet because it was understated, her youthfulness and long lean body was more than apparent. The frock did what it was supposed to do -- Bobbie Ann thought she looked like the typical preacher's daughter on her way to Sunday school. But with a little something extra added -- her own innate sexuality.
"Someday your wife is going to find out that you're taking me out and making me do..."
"I've come up with a little plan that'll salve that problem." Dan looked over like he'd like to eat her out right there on the car seat. "I'm gonna have to get you your own place."
"How long do you think I'm going agree to do these awful things for you?" she blurted.
"Don't go getting yourself worked up now. You've got a date tonight... remember? I don't want you going in there with tears on your cheeks."
For a mountain cabin, the house they parked in front of was certainly impressive. Already Bobbie Ann had butterflies. She remembered how her will had been sapped at the last party Dan had arranged for her. The liquor and the male attention had weakened her resolve to cling to some small bit of her sanity. It seemed that after only a little bit of stimulation, her physical being took over completely. She had to give herself up to the breathtaking desires she'd never been able to repress completely.
Inside the large wood paneled room, Bobbie knew who the heavy-act man was even before Dan introduced them -- Senator Billings. And she didn't like what she saw. He looked at her like some rare piece of art he'd been offered to handle. His fat hands opened and closed as he devoured her with his eyes. Bobbie Ann had never felt more vulnerable, never felt so young and afraid.
"Damn you if you didn't find a beauty this time, Dan!" he bellowed, walking around her.
Bobbie chewed her lip and tried to do something with her hands. The senator had to weigh close to two hundred and fifty pounds. She couldn't imagine her thin white body crushed beneath him.
But then she had a drink shoved in her hand, and Dan and the senator were talking apart from her. It was being decided, she found out, to let her go upstairs and meet the senator's son first. The boy worried his father, it seemed. He didn't show enough interest in the opposite sex. Bobbie had been brought out to spark that interest. Then the senator would have a go at her.
She felt cheap and ugly inside. But she knew too that once the touching started, once the hot mouths began to fast on her young flesh, she'd be a goner. She wouldn't be able to resist the pleasure tat sex would bring hey.
"Just go on upstairs, hon," Senator Billings said winking. "First door on the right. Johnny'll be waiting for you -- if he hasn't climbed out the window."
She went in a daze, finding the closed door as instructed. It took her a moment to find the courage to knock. Downstairs, Dan and Senator Billings were chuckling at her shyness. She knew how badly that heavy-jowled man wanted to delve into her secret hollows, to lick her tender cunt. It was her innocence they were all after -- what little was left of it.
She knocked.
The door opened and she stepped past the blond kid who held the knob. He avoided her eyes, shutting the door quickly and walking past her. She saw right away that he'd been drinking. He didn't look over eighteen.
"Sit on the bed if you want," he mumbled. "I don't know why my old man even bothered to send you up. How much are they paying you?" He got a better look at her then and frowned. "God, you're young! I expected some old whore."
Bobbie Ann reddened and pressed her lips together. "No, I'm just a young whore. At least that's what Dan is trying to make me become."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't've said that. It's just that I didn't expect..." He kept looking at her figure under the clinging white silk, dress. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. My dad's pushed me so hard about having sex that I don't think I can even get a hard-on when I'm with a girl. I don't even want to. The way he uses women..." The boy picked up a pint bottle and put it to his lips. Then he held it out to Bobbie. She took it and had a solid slug of it.
"Will you help me?" she blurted suddenly.
"How?"
"To get away. I don't think I can bear to let your father touch me. But after he starts, I'll never be able to stop him."
The blond-headed boy looked at her with surprise. "There's a tree outside this window," he said, smiling. "I'd help you reach it if you want me to."
"You'd get in trouble."
"I don't care. I hate my father. I don't hate you." His eyes were warm but shy.
He turned to the window and jerked it open. Bobbie came over and put a foot up. Her dress rose above her knees as she struggled to get her balance, and the boy reached out to help her. His hand trembled at her waist. Bobbie saw that the front of his pants were bulging out a little. He saw her notice, and his checks flushed.
"You're pretty," he said. "And you smell good."
"I don't even know you and you're helping me to get away..." Bobbie jumped down from the window and faced him. "At least I can kiss you goodbye."
She did, right on his mouth. The boy shuddered and put his arms round her waist.
"That never happened to me before," he breathed. "With a girl, I mean. Usually I'm scared of them." He swallowed hard.
Bobbie felt her pulse quicken. "We have a few minutes. And you've been too sweet to me for me not to return the favor." She tugged his hand, pulling him towards the bed. "Come on over here. And don't worry about being shy. I'm blushing, too... can't you see?"
As she unbuttoned her dress, the boy hurriedly pulled off his shoes and socks and shirt. She had to undo his belt, and he looked shamefaced when she jerked his pants off. Under the cotton pouch of his shorts, she could see the bulge still there. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, only her panties covering her nakedness now. Slowly she put a hand on his thigh and slid it up so she could squeeze the warmth of his swelling cock.
"Ohhh wow!" he sighed. "I never felt like this before." But when Bobbie Ann eased the elastic of his skivvies down, his pretty white prick seemed to wither. The boy looked dejected.
"Don't worry, I can bring it back."
She didn't watch the boy's expression. She could hear him breathing hard and knew he must be staring as she knelt on the rug facing him and pushed his knees apart. Holding his small slender cock between thumb and finger, she pressed her soft mouth to the tip and, made a sucking sound. Her tongue lashed out then, coating the wrinkled barb with spit.
The heat and velvety smoothness of her licking made Johnny moan. His cock jerked and began to thicken. As its firmness increased, the head became taut and turned a dusky blue.
Again and again, Bobbie Ann smeared her hot tongue across its sensitive surface. The boy's fingers were clenching the bedspread and his breathing was ragged and wild.
"Nobody... ever... d-d-did that to me before. Uhhhh!"
"Oh, look, it's getting lots longer!"
Bobbie jacked the skin forward and back as she continued to nurse gently on the boy's cocktip. Now it was stiff enough for her to slide her lips down his shaft. She pulled another inch into her mouth, then another. The hot jerking tip brushed the back of her tongue and she swallowed, letting her cheeks pull in to caress his jerking prick. The boy was gasping with passion now, and he touched her shoulders affectionately.
Bobbie eased her glossy mouth away from him and smiled up at him. "If you want to you can fuck me now. Then I'm going out that window and out of this state... if I can make it."
"Fuck?" The boy licked his lips.
She was sure that he'd never done it before and that it scared him a little to think about it. But she kept her fingers going at his cock so it wouldn't die. She got him upon the bed on his back and crawled over his body.
He smiled shyly when she licked his small nipples. "You're crazy," he murmured.
"I know."
Bobbie Ann bit her lip as she reached down between them and held his stiff cock up so she could work her cunt down it. The tip still felt wet from her licking, and as the heat of it plowed her tender pink cuntlips apart, Johnny's eyes glazed aver.
"God, I never knew anything could be soft!"
Bobbie knew she didn't have much time. She rocked her hips as she knelt over him, letting her weight ease down over the slender spike of his cock. It went in easier than any cock ever had. She plunged a few times and felt her open cunt nestle against his body.
"Feel good?" she whispered, leaning down so that her pink nipples brushed his chest.
"I wouldn't care if my father shot after me, after this," Johnny gasped back. He began to pump.
Bobbie let him roll her over, now that they were fucking. He grabbed her waist and burrowed his mouth in the aromatic softness under her chin. She groaned, taken with his young hot kisses. His lips lurched. He was just a beginner when it came to fucking, but his slender cock stabbed deep. She squirmed under him, not acting at all.
"Ohhhh, Johnny, that's the way! Ohhhh, do it to me good! Ohhhhhh, do it... do it... do it."
The boy's cock was jerking strongly as he pulled back and shoved deep again. His juices dripped from his balls. His mouth was very sloppy against hers.
She dug her fingers into the muscles of his asscheeks and hunched like a wild mink. She didn't have much time left -- Johnny's father would be hungry for her soon.
"Oh God!" the boy gasped. "I'm gonna flip out!"
"Hold on, honey!" Bobbie squealed back.
Her cunt was throbbing, tightening around his cock. She tossed her head around, then opened her mouth wide to be kissed. Their tongues fought as she felt the boy's cock surging. For an instant she was afraid of the consequences of taking his hot cum into her cunt, but then it was too late because she was coming, too, and it didn't really matter any more.
"Whuuuuhhh... ohhh, Johnneeee!"
"Uhhhh..." he moaned. "I don't even know your name! What's your... uhhhh!"
"Bobbie," she squealed, clutching him, kissing him!
"Bobbie," he whispered as he speared his cock as deep into her young cunt as he could get it. "Ohhh, Bobbie!"
His hot jism was filling her. Bobbie Ann writhed beneath him, letting the keen friction jolt her with pleasure-throbbing, wonderful pleasure, pleasure so intense it wasn't even pleasure any more. It was like paradise to feel his wiggling body pressing her down, to feel her small tits flattened, to feel his wet mouth on hers and his hands digging into the firm plumpness of her asscheeks.
"Ghhuuuuhh..." she whimpered, flopping, fucking, going out of her mind.
He was spent now, all his hot stringy cum inside her. She petted his back and cooed with relief as together they slowed their frenzied movements.
"I wish you didn't have to leave," Johnny said, looking at her.
"I shouldn't've even taken the time for this," Bobbie said. "I might not get away."
"But you took the time," Johnny told her, "because you knew you could help me. Now I want to help you."
When she'd dressed again, Bobbie felt the boy hug her from behind, his mouth buried into the nape of her neck. She turned and they hugged one last time.
"I'll never forget you," he murmured, teary eyed.
"Who knows... maybe I'll see you again some day."
Johnny helped her out the window, holding her hand until she had a good grip on the nearby tree. She shinnied down and dropped the last few feet to the ground. No dogs barked, nobody seemed to know.
Johnny called down that he'd hold his father off as long as he could. "There's a fence out there, so be careful."
She found the fence and went through it, careful not to tear her dress. She wished she had on something darker, but she didn't so she tried to stay behind the low bushes skirting the road.
"I'm going to get away from these crazy people!" she exclaimed as she went along in the darkness.
She stopped behind a rock to catch her breath. The only thing she heard before strong fingers went around her arm was the creak of leather boots behind her.
"Oh!" She tried to turn but the man held both her arms now, as he pushed her ahead of him. "You're hurting my arms!"
It was the cop, of course -- the one who always watched out for intruders, the official guard of those in power. And this time, the cop had been pretty smart -- he'd watched the back of the house instead of the front.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Shut up!"
They were close to the patrol car now, parked back from the house a hundred yards or so. The cop pushed her up against the fender, and she turned. Both of them stared.
Bobbie Ann knew him. She could even remember how he'd tasted. And she remembered that it was this cop who'd given her the first break she'd had in years -- after she'd sucked his cock.
Chapter Ten
Bobbie didn't know how long she'd hidden in the back seat of the patrol car, a blanket covering her. She had been told to stay quiet, to keep her mouth shut. She heard excited conversations, heard Dan's loud voice. The senator wasn't too happy, either, and she knew that his son was already being punished.
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.
His was the biggest cock she'd ever dared try. But she was a woman now -- not a little girl pretending to be a boy.
"So big!" she grunted, still clutching his shoulders with both hands.
Her hips rocked one way then the other. The plump head of Joe's cock slipped into her with a slurp, and Bobbie gave a low hungry moan.
"Ohhh, honey," she cooed, "you're so big and hot! Ohhh, it's going in!"
"You're the one who's doing it." Joe laughed. "Christ, you are tight!" He grabbed her squirming slender body and bathed her tits with his tongue.
"Nhhhuuuhhh!"
"Yeah, baby, wiggle all you want! I dig it!"
Bobbie dug it, too, and she couldn't have stopped wiggling if her life had depended upon it. Wiggling made that swollen, hot cocktip rub her insides! It rubbed her so wonderfully! It made her tingle and itch, made her nipples darken and grow thicker where they sprouted from the circles of her areolas.
She let go of Joe's shoulders and clutched him around the chest, her nipples gouging his skin. He hugged her, his hands exploring her slim back and the graceful outward flare of her hips.
Bobbie had her legs scissored around his waist now and she squeezed him hard as she let her weight down on his fevered spear of cockmeat. She began to lick his mouth.
"Ohhhh, fucking is the best thing in the world!" Joe stood up slowly, carrying her gingerly around the room as even as more of his cock sank into her dripping pussy. It was pressing her womb now, stretching her tube to fit him perfectly. She knew it must be very hot and tight and smooth for Joe. She wiggled with sudden excitement, watching his expression change.
"Ohhh... oh... ohhh, woweeee!" She plunged wildly as the itchy glow of pleasure pulsed through her cunt.
Joe got her to the bed and being careful not to let them slip apart, eased himself on top of her, then kissed her mouth hard.
Bobbie felt herself going, going fast! She shivered and hunched and clawed at the big man's back. Her adolescent hips began to dance in a frenzy of erotic excitement. She felt her stretched cuntflesh being rubbed by his shaft. His balls bumped the underside of her ass. They cling to each other, sweat mingling, sighs joining.
"Good!"
"So damn good!"
"Joe! Ohhhhh, I'm coming... coming now!"
"Uhhhh... yeah, baby, yeah!"
They exploded together. Each time Bobbie Ann felt her body lurch with another hot spasm of ecstasy, Joe's prick lurched, too, spurting hot cream deep into her cunt. It was getting sloppy now where her cunt was stabbed by his big cock. The cummy mess under her asscheeks didn't bother her, though. She just kept fucking and moaning and loving every fevered inch of her lover's wonderful prick.
The following morning, Joe acted cool. He had already been out before she'd awakened, and he'd bought her a bus ticket and some new clothes. Bobbie felt heartbroken when he didn't respond to her smiles and cuddles. He really did want to get rid of her, it seemed.
"You seemed to like me last night," she said, pouting.
"I still like you -- that's the trouble. If they ever found you living with me, I wouldn't just lose my job -- I'd probably lose my ass, as well!"
Bobbie went over to sit on his lap. She had put on only a pair of panties to eat breakfast in, and she knew that she looked enticing.
But Joe pushed her away. He did it gently but firmly, smiling into her face as beheld her at arm's length.
"You're a little too hot for me right now," he said. "In more ways than one."
Bobbie dress I, took her clothes and packed the cheap suitcase Joe had bought for her. On the way to the bus depot, she said nothing. But as soon as the good-byes were said and Joe had driven away, she left the station and hurried down the street to a hairdresser's salon she'd spied.
Using the money Joe had given her, she gave the hairdresser instructions, not knowing, herself, how it would all come out. But an hour and a half later when she looked in the mirror, she felt relieved.
"Now I'm a curly redhead."
"And you look simply marvelous," the limp wristed man told her. "You'll have to tell your friends ft's you or they won't recognize you at all."
"That's what I had in mind."
She had plenty of money to get a cab back to Joe's place. She was glad he was gone, glad, too, that the back door was open. She went inside, dug a beer from the refrigerator and waited.
When Joe came in the front door and saw her, he stopped, his jaw dropping.
"That isn't you, is it, Bobbie?"
"I hope you didn't think you were going to get rid of me that easy." She stood up and turned, fluffing her frizzy red curls proudly. "Even my own sister wouldn't know who I am... if I had a sister, that is."
"The laugh's on me, I guess," he said, rushing forward to take her into his arms. "I came back to get you but the bus was already gone. So I went and got drunk instead." He kissed her, and she could smell the liquor on his breath.
"Not too drunk for loving, I hope," she whispered.
Her long fingers had already worked their way into his pants. She began to jack his cockshaft, feeling his soft cockhead fill out against her palm as she squeezed it.
"What if they find out who you are?"
"Do you really think they'll even remember me after a month or two goes by?"
Joe grinned, his hand under her dress now, jerking her skimpy silk panties down.
"Hell, no!" He pulled her towards the bedroom.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm gonna stick eight inches of hot cock up that lovely little pussy of yours."
"Ohhh, Joe darling," Bobbie Ann cooed, hugging and kissing him.
Then she was on her back in the middle of Joe's big bed as he jerked her dress open in front, fell between her white thighs and plunged the head of his cock between her glossy pink cuntlips.
"Yuuuuuhhhh..." she moaned, feelin it going into her, feeling that swollen throbbing thing take up all her emptiness. She wasn't ever going to be empty any more!
