John Kellerman
Teenage sex slave

CHAPTER ONE

I wasn't really listening to Mom. But I'd heard the same old thing so many times. I was bored. We were sitting at the breakfast table and my right hand was in my lap. Mom talked and talked.

Slowly, without really thinking about it, I edged the hem of my skirt up and put two fingers against the warm, plumpness of my cunt-mound. I could feel the dampness through my panties. I moved one finger until it pressed the crotch piece up between my outer lips.

"… this trouble you keep getting in," Mom said. "There's no reason for it at your age Jerilyn. You're seventeen. You have everything a girl could desire. I know you missed having a father… that was tragic that he died before you could remember. But it was even harder on me." Cathryn sipped tea and put the cup down without making a sound. I never could figure out how she did that.

"… but we're very well off. I try to be understanding. I just can't guess what gets into your mind to make all this trouble at school. You must treat your teachers with respect. Even if you don't agree with…"

"They're a bunch of dummies," I snapped. My finger was getting a little slick with my cum-juices now. I stretched the silken crotchband to one side so I could wiggle a fingertip into the heat of my slit. I had to close my eyes for a second. But Mom didn't even notice. She was jabbering on and on.

"… and the company you keep. That Jenkins girl. I always thought she was maladjusted. I'd rather you find some nice boys to date. Why don't you ever date, Jerilyn?"

"Huh?" My eyes flashed open. I hadn't heard a word my mother had said. Because the way my cunt was starting to tingle made it hard to concentrate on anything else. I could even get a slight whiff of my musky juices as I worked my finger gently back and forth. I was panting and having a hard time covering my obvious excitement.

"Is something wrong with you, Jerilyn? You look flushed…"

"No… I'm fine. I didn't hear what you said." Cathryn got up and put her napkin beside her teacup. She had on a flowing breakfast gown. It was her own creation. An original. She'd made a lot of money on that one. She was so damned smart. I mean, how many girls could say that their mothers were as smart as mine? A fashion designer. A self-made woman.

That's what I was doing, I thought, trying to smother a giggle. Self-made. Making myself. I plunged the finger up against my clit and worked it in slow circles.

"Jerilyn! Are you listening to me?"

"No," I smiled. My ass had begun to twitch on the chair. I rocked my hips slowly from side to side, bit my lip.

"You are sick!"

"No! I'm fine. I told you!" I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and wiped them on my panties as I stood up. It wasn't easy to keep my balance. I was dizzy as hell from the itchy way my cunt was pulsing.

But Mom seemed satisfied. She went to the window and, folded her hands in front of her. She always did that when she was going to make some kind of proclamation.

"I think I'm going to have Nat talk to you…"

"Nat?" I shook my head, but Mom wasn't looking at me. She was looking out over the lawn.

"Yes, I think he would have a good influence on you…"

Nat was Mom's… friend. At least she always made him out to be just a friend. Because career women aren't supposed to have love affairs. Because Nat was quite a bit younger than my mother. Because… because…

But I knew better. I knew that sometimes Mom got horny. And when she did, it was Nat who left his clients to his three secretaries and came over. Nat was the best lawyer in Rutherford. And he scared me.

"I don't want to see Nat. What the hell – I'm sorry – for?" Mom didn't like me to curse. She didn't like me to belch. Or scratch. Sometimes I got the feeling she was ashamed that human beings had holes in their bodies where funny-smelling stuff came out.

"You will see him. I've made up my mind. This last business with your French teacher is unforgivable. Calling her a frog! Really!"

"I heard you call a Frenchman a frog once. Remember? I was ten and we were in Paris and that cabdriver…"

"That's enough, Jerilyn! That was different. That man had earned it!" Mom turned, winging her hands. "But poor Miss Johnson…"

"It's not as bad as calling a Jew a kike, is it?" I knew I was getting under my mother's skin now. She walked back and forth in front of the window. I saw the gardener coming to work.

"Nat told me he'd make time to see you this morning. Ten o'clock." Cathryn looked at her watch. "I've got to run. I'm getting ready for my trip to New York next week." She gave me a hard look. "And I don't have time to put up with any more nonsense, young lady!"

I shrugged. I wished I didn't have to see Nat.

"Sit down, Jerilyn." Nat came around his big desk. Nat had the tight, wrinkled eyes of a cowboy and a tan from playing lots of tennis. I guess he was around forty. He was slender in the hips with wide, muscular shoulders. He always seemed on top of everything. Not like my mom who was easy to buffalo. I'd put on my funkiest jeans for this meeting and a t-shirt that had holes in it.

"We've never talked much, Jerilyn. But I guess your mother has decided it's about time."

"Why do you let her decide," I started off. I always liked to get my jabs in quick.

"What about this trouble you've had at school…" Nat sat on the corner of his desk. So he was ignoring my jab… I narrowed my eyes and tossed my hair back over my shoulders so he could see my ratty t-shirt.

"Look. I don't even want to be here. I don't want to talk to you about anything!"

Nat got up and walked to the door. He closed it gently and came back to sit on his desk again.

"Do you smoke marijuana?" he asked out of the blue.

The question knocked me off balance. He was a lawyer all right.

"That's my business." I shrugged. "Okay… Sure. Who hasn't?"

I got up and started to pace. Things weren't going like I wanted them to. That dumb Miss Johnson was a lot easier to fuck over than Nat was. I drifted around, his desk. There was a framed picture of my mother beside his pen set. I picked it up.

"Is she any good in bed?" I glanced at him. For just an instant I thought I saw him get ruffled.

"We're not here to talk about your mother," he said. He took the picture from my hand and put it back down. He was standing very close to me. I got nervous.

"I've got to go," I said, heading for the door.

"Jerilyn! I don't think we've reached any understanding yet…"

"I don't want to reach an understanding," I snapped back. "Not with you anyway!"

His face colored just a little. I turned the blade a little.

"Next time you spread my mother's legs, why don't you just tell her you think I should be sent off somewhere. So I won't be around to disturb the orgy. Isn't that what you'd really like…"

He came around the desk so fast I didn't have time to get to the door. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it behind my back. It hurt plenty. No man had ever hurt me physically. I was scared at the strength of Nat's grip! My breath was tight in my chest. And a tingly glow spread across my skin. He jerked me around. I groaned. I tried to twist away from him but only shoved myself against his body. Another rush of strange sensations swept over my body.

I couldn't believe what was happening! I hated this man! And he was hurting me! But my cunt was hot and slick feeling as I flied to wriggle away from his steely grip.

"Be still!" he barked. The words went through me like a knife.

I was panting. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up into Nat's face. My legs shook so hard I thought I was going to fall to the floor. Nat held me up… held me against his body.

"Ohhhhh…" I gasped.

"You're going to do what I tell you!"

"Yes sir…"

His hand moved. I felt shuddery, itchy good. All over! And the feel of my breasts against his body… moaned again.

"Jerilyn… what's wrong? Jerilyn!"

I could feel the hardness in his pants. I never dated, but I knew what that was all about. His cock pushed against my thigh. It felt very hard. Nat's hands were trembling. He lessened the pressure on my arm. I don't know what got into me then. I didn't even think. I just jerked my other hand up and slapped his face as hard as I could. He grabbed me and threw me down on the rug.

"Ouch… let me go!"

His knee was in my back and he had both my arms behind my back now. He was breathing real funny. Then he was kissing the back of my neck. My tits were mashed into the rug and Nat's knee ground against my thighs. Then he was shoving his body down over mine. I felt his cock pressing between my ass.

"I could tell my mother…" she stammered.

"Shut up!"

I shut up. He rolled me over and pinned my wrists above my head. I straddled my body like that, looking at me. His hair was messed up and my handprint glowed on his cheek.

"You… you're a rapist… you're a…"

Suddenly he was lying down on top of me! More shudders of pleasure rolled through my cunt? My mind spun. He was going to kiss me! But I'd show him! I'd wait until the right moment then I'd bite him! I'd bite the blood from his lips and spit it in his face!

But when Nat's soft lips brushed mine, that all changed. My mouth opened for him. I didn't know the first thing about kissing, but it seemed like Nat was telling me to do this in some way. His tongue flicked lightly between my teeth. I didn't bite. I wanted to. I thought of doing it. But I didn't bite.

I moaned for the hundredth time instead and opened my mouth even wider. God, he could kiss. I felt him grinding his hips down hard, forcing my thighs apart. I could feel the hardness of his cock pulsing against my crotch. He slipped down so that his prick was shoved against my mound. I whimpered.

His hand moved down my side. I felt the snaps of my jeans coming open. His hard fingers worked deep into the dealt of my belly as he moved down and under the elastic of my panties. And then he was forcing my sparsely-furred lips apart, shoving a finger against my clit.

"Nhhhuuuuuuu!"

My back arched sharply as I tried to move my cunt away from him. But his finger rubbed and squeezed that tiny nubbin of nerve endings. I writhed.

"Noooo… Ohhhh… don't…"

I felt overpowered by his strength. I was scared and awed by it. And excited too. I had to admit that! I didn't know how to fit all this into my mind. It was so strange.

Nat's finger was doing unbelievable things to my cunt! I was pretty good at bringing myself off by rubbing. But Nat…! His finger pinched and tugged at my clit. The juices that flooded from my cunt washed over his knuckles. I knew I was dripping wet with slickness. And the slurpy sound of his finger sliding up and down my swollen slit had an effect on me too.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Noooo…!" I shook my head.

It was such an obvious lie that when Nat kissed me again, I didn't fight him at all. A jolt of electric pleasure seemed to run from my mouth to my cunt. I babbled something crazy and let him suck my tongue too.

"Huuuuunnnn…" I couldn't keep, my hips still.

"That's it… move your body. It feels good when you move your body, Jerilyn," he whispered.

I felt wave after wave of thrills blast through me!

"Ohhhhh… thhnn… thhnn… Uhn…"

I couldn't control my muscles. My ass plunged down on the thick carpet. Nat had worked my jeans and panties down around my thighs. And he was doing something with my t-shirt, pushing it up around my neck. When one of my tits was exposed, I tried to pull the t-shirt down again.

"I don't want you to see them…"

"Are you ashamed?"

"No! I just don't want… Ohhhhh!"

Nat had cupped one tit. His other hand still worked in my cunt. Now a new sensation joined the others. I felt him work the nipple with his thumb as he kissed my neck.

"But you are ashamed. I know more about you than you think…" He kissed my neck again, only down lower. I struggled to get enough air. "Since you were twelve you've been ashamed of your body. I've known you, a long time. Jerilyn. You thought your tits were too big. Too… sexual for your age. You always wear things that have a way of hiding them…"

"Noooo!" Damn him! I didn't like him to be touching me there. My cunt was sensitive enough! But… my tits! "Oh no! Don't kiss me there… please!"

Nat's lips circled my nipple. I felt the suction on my tit. My back arched and then humped violently. Nat sucked my tit deeper. Then his tongue danced across my nipple. I let out a long, trembly sigh and felt new tire consume my cunt. My hips plunged rhythmically now. I had no control of them at all. I had to move like that. To rub against the sliding friction of Nat's touch!

He brushed over the taut membrane that closed off my pussy. He would know I was a virgin now. The emotion I felt was confused and uncomfortable. But I couldn't think about something like that for long with his kissing and touching and sucking making me so feverish. I had held hands with three boys in my life and kissed one. And now this! I thought I was going to faint!

"You're a wild little bunny."

I felt Nat's spit cool on my breast. I looked weakly down and saw the glossy nipple. It was bigger than I'd ever seen it before! Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked my breast again. The frenzied tickle deep inside my cunt was driving the air from my lungs in short, sharp gasps.

"Ohhh… Ohhh God…!"

My mind whirled with all kinds of crazy thoughts. My mother's boyfriend had me pinned on the floor of his office, fingerfucking me! The pleasure I felt was like nothing in my experience. I was ecstatic as his fingers worked my hot clit and his tongue raged against my nipple.

Then the itchy goodness between the swollen lips of my cunt burst into intense spasms. I tossed and writhed under Nat's body. I pumped my ass up and down and bit my lips and whined. He knew I was coming. He laughed and buried his mouth against the deep softness of my breast. Now I couldn't even feel his fingers. Just the rubbing friction of radiant thrills.

I couldn't believe what I was doing… but I couldn't think about it either. I hugged Nat's muscled back, she fingered my clit and sucked my little and I came and came and came.

"Hunnn… Nhhhuuuu… Ohhhhh shit… shit!"

His teeth cut against my tit-flesh and I shoved my breast up harder against the keen sensation. I could feel something deep inside my cunt tightening, convulsing. It was where my hole was… behind my cherry. I thrust my hips around like crazy and held onto Nat's shoulders for dear life. His clit-rubbing became more gentle as the devastating thrill began to seep away. He eased his hand out of my cunt finally. I lay on my back, panting like a dog.

Nat stood up.

I opened my eyes. "Nat…"

"Get up!"

I tried. My head spun and I had to fall back on one elbow. My panties and jeans were around my knees. My t-shirt up under my arms. I jerked it down. I felt myself blushing. I never blushed. I wriggled myself into my panties and jerked up my jeans. Somehow I stood up.

"Boy, could I get you in trouble!" I snapped.

"No you couldn't." He tucked his shirt in. "You're the girl who's cried wolf too many times. Who listens to you any more?"

"I could…"

"You wouldn't, even if you could."

His gray eyes burned into mine. I felt the power of what he'd just done. It was all there in his look. For the first time in my life, I saw how handsome Nat was. It scared me. Scared me half to death.

He walked towards me slowly. "Your mother is going to leave you in my charge while she goes to New York."

"I don't want to…"

"Shut up!" His fingers closed around my wrist. "She wanted me to tell you. She was afraid to tell you herself." He gripped my wrist harder. It was hurting now. "But I'm not afraid of telling you. I'm not afraid of you at all, little girl."

Nat's hand dove suddenly into my hip pocket. I thought he was trying to feel me up again, but he came out with the joint Lorrie Jenkins had given me at school on Friday.

"How did you know?"

"A good lawyer stays on top of things."

"Boy, could I get you in trouble…" My voice broke. He let go of my wrist and walked behind his desk. I watched him put the joint in a drawer and lock it.

"I'll keep this for you a while," he said. His voice was easy. But the front of his pants were still pushed out some. I wondered how it felt for a man. How could he be so cool when I'd just about freaked out there on his red rug?

"I… I…"

"Go on and get out of here. I'll pick you up after school Monday."

"If my mother knew…"

"She doesn't know. And you won't tell her either."

He was right. God, he was so right! And I wasn't even suit why. Then he said something that twisted me all around again.

"You're a very pretty girl, Jerilyn. But you're strangling yourself. And that can make you ugly if you're not careful." He walked over to me. I didn't know what he was going to do. Hit me? Spit in my face? Then he put a hand on the side of my face. It was such a gentle thing.

I turned and ran from the office as fast as my bare feet would carry me.