"Raped young runaway" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

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.