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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.