It was like coming up a long ways from deep water. I kind of knew I was asleep, but not completely unconscious either. The dream was strange. My friend Lorrie was in it. We were sitting on a bed. I was telling Lorrie how good my half of the popsickle was. But I couldn't tell her very easily because it was hard to talk with the thing in my mouth.
It was a funny kind of popsickle. It wasn't cold for one thing. And that bothered Lorrie. She said it wasn't right to suck on warm popsickles. It might make me sick, she kept saying.
But I liked it. Even though it wasn't sweet… or didn't seem to be melting. Then the dream changed. Somebody – was it Lorrie? – was touching me. A mouth. Against my thighs. Against my cunt!
No, it couldn't be Lorrie. And that popsickle still hadn't gotten any smaller. No matter how hard I sucked on it, it stayed the same. Maybe it was even getting a little bigger!
"Mmmmmmm…" I was aware that I was moaning in my steep and yet even that wasn't enough to awaken me.
Now my mother was in the dream. She was shaking her finger at me. Telling me it wasn't nice to eat a popsickle in front of company. What company? The dream fuzzed and the tickly, itchy licking grew more intense. It was getting less and less dreamlike.
I moved my sleeping body in the bed. Satin sheets. So I wasn't at home, or at Lorrie's either. I was slowly beginning to wake up. The thick, hot popsickle throbbed bigger between my lips. Something danced over the nubbin of my clit and sent a wave of pure pleasure through me like a jolt of lightning.
I opened my eyes.
The room was almost pitch dark. But then I saw the light coming through the curtains – moonlight. And I felt the mouth sucking wetly against my mound. Then I knew my hands were tied with silk at the small of my back and that I was lying on them.
I was looking at Nat's balls! The reality swirled back with almost sickening intensity.
Nat's cock was being pumped gently in and out of my mouth as he hovered over my body on his knees. And as he slowly fucked my mouth, his tongue was diving in and out of my seeping cunt.
"Huuuuu!"
"Easy, honey," he said, seeing that I was starting to wake up.
I tried to roll away from him, but my shoulders were caught between his knees. The angle his cock made in my mouth wouldn't let it go very deep. But I couldn't get that throbbing, barbed tip away from between my teeth. He kept fucking me with it, fucking my mouth.
I tugged at the silk at my wrists.
Nat turned on the bed. Then he was straddling my chest, his cock angled now so that he could slide it as deep into my mouth as he wanted. My poor pussy pulsed hungrily for the mouth that was no longer teasing it.
Nat looked down between his arms as he brought his hips forward.
"When I was in law school," he said, "I used to have the hots for a professor's daughter. I never thought I'd be able to really have a teenager for my very own…"
"Nhhuuuummmmmm!" I tried to twist my head to the side, but now that he was fucking my mouth it was even harder to escape than before. I kicked my heels into the mattress. Nat pushed his cockhead into my throat. I was on the verge of gagging. He held that swelling, sensitive barb there, rocking it gently forward and back.
"You like it… don't lie to me, you like it!"
There was a part of me that hated it! The part of me that was afraid of being hurt. But that daring part of me was like Nat said. I couldn't ignore that any more. That huge, hard shaft resting on my tongue… the bulging veins, the hot tip it was bewitching in some weird way. I wasn't thinking of it as sucking a man's cock. It was something being done to me that I didn't have a name for.
Nat eased his shaft back, back over my jerking tongue. I washed the underside of it with quick, hot licks. I didn't even think about doing it. Just the fullness of that prick in my mouth made my tongue work.
Nat kept pulling it back until just the tip rested on my lip. Then he touched my breasts softly. I was beginning to start thinking more clearly now. I remembered what had happened out in the garden when I'd been bound up against that wall. Then I wondered about Bobby Jackson. He'd obviously gotten out of the house when Nat had taken me to the back yard.
But Nat was starting to tremble.
I started to turn my head away, but then Nat brought his hips forward and buried the head of his cock in the depths of my throat. As lugged and my stomach twisted into a knot, I felt the hot curds exploding… slipping in strings down my throat and into my stomach.
Then Nat did something really weird. Even while his cock was jetting cum, he jerked it out of my mouth and shoved his body down against mine, scooting lower, smearing his hot jizz over my breasts and belly.
With one strong jab, his cocktip speared deep into my womb.
"Ohhhh… what are you doing to me?"
Nat kissed my cummy mouth hungrily. His powerful body rammed my thighs open… wider… wider! I felt completely raped, ravished, penetrated. I lurched and writhed under his fucking. I'd passed out with two vibrators stuck into my body and now I'd awakened to find a cock in my mouth… which had quickly been jammed into my pussy while it jetted thick cream!
"Ohhh… noooo! Ohhhh Nat, please stop! I think I'm losing my mind!"
"Jerilyn… Goddamn… you fine little hunk of ass!"
Nat kissed me harder.
I was no match for his weird imagination… or for his strength. I was his slave! It was beginning to dawn on me that Nat wanted a slave, not a lover.
I must have passed out again, this time with Nat's cock deep inside my pussy.
My dreams were turbulent and mixed up. I dreamed now that I really had been put in a mental hospital. And that my doctor was Nat. He came and visited me in my padded cell. Of course his visits were completely private and part of my therapy was being chained to the wall and getting fucked.
Getting fucked and fucked and fucked.
Until all I saw when I closed my eyes was cocks!
I woke up alone.
And the first thing that entered my mind was how bad I wanted to come! Nat had made me suck him and then he had fucked me… and I remembered being so close before. Now I was crazed with that one thought.
"Ohhh, where am I?"
I pushed myself up on elbows. The morning light was coming in the window. There were birds outside. It was a normal day for millions of people in the world. Bait it wasn't that way for me.
I threw back the sheet. Satin sheet. I was in Nat's bed, in Nat's room. There was smears of dried cum on my skin… everywhere it seemed. When I moved my mouth, I could feel the stiffness of the stuff on my cheeks too. And there was a flat, sour taste in my mouth.
"Mmmmmnnnn… Ohhhh, I feel soooo funny." My cunt was mushy and swollen. When I sat up and crossed my legs, I could see that the outer lips were swollen. My clit jutted up slickly like it wanted to be rubbed.
What had Nat done to my mind? He had really changed something inside me! I knew it so well! It was a new hunger that ran through my nerves. I touched my feverish pussy. The muscles contracted and throbbed with hot blood.
"Nooo… Ohhhh God, I'm so horny I think I'm gonna die!"
I realized that for the first time in days, I was not tied or chained or anything like that. I swung my long legs out of bed and tried to stand up. So far so good.
Then I managed to walk to the bathroom door before my legs threatened to give way. I threw cold water over my body, spilling most of it on the floor. Then I dabbed myself clean and tried to keep my head from drifting off into thoughts of sex.
Ohhhh Christ! He'd really fucked me up. This insane lawyer! I went on through the bathroom to my own room. The broken glass had been cleaned up.
Did Nat suspect anything? And where was Bobby Jackson? It was too much to sort out now. I tried my door. Open!
I was in the hall before I realized I was stark naked. I went back inside my room and opened the closet. This time I found something. The red dress. The dress I'd worn that evening with Nat when he'd let me eat at the table like a human being. I slipped it over my shoulders. It wasn't much, and I didn't have any panties or shoes.
I was tiptoeing down the hall when I heard Nat's voice. There wasn't anyone else talking to him… just the low hum of his words. He was talking on the telephone… to my mother in New York.
"Yes, Cathryn, I mean it. I want to marry you as soon as you fly back… yes, Jerilyn is coming along nicely… We've reached an understanding. She still has some pretty vivid fantasies but we can work those out I'm sure…"
I put my hand to my head and slumped back against the wall. It was like living in a madhouse. Everybody was out to drive me crazy. But of course my poor mother didn't know the truth. And she would always believe Nat before she would take my doubtful word.
He had her under his thumb. And he was making plans to keep me there too!
"Ohhh God," I breathed, listening to him sweet-talking my mother.
Marry the old lady and have the daughter for free. And after the strange things Nat had done to my head, I doubted that I could resist his advances any more. I knew that the next time I felt something silk being tied around my wrists, or felt a chain on my neck… I knew I'd just about fall in the floor and come tight there.
Even now my body was feverish. It was unbelievable that I really wanted to be raped. Rut the imagery that flooded my head was that of being pushed down onto my knees… of having a hot cock stabbed into my mouth… and then bent over a bed and fucked from behind!
"I'm crazy. He's driven me crazy!"
I clapped a hand over my mouth and hurried back down the hall. My bare feet were quiet on the thick carpet. I had no plan. I plunged downstairs, expecting to be stopped by Nat's butler. But surprisingly enough, he was nowhere around.
The silk dress fluttered around my thighs and breasts as I ran. The front door was a few steps away and it seemed unbelievable that I'd gotten this far.
Had Nat made some kind of miscalculation? Or would the door be locked?
It was! I looked around, frantic and angry. The window in the front room. It had no bars on it, no grating or anything. I picked up a small table and straining, rammed it through the glass.
The sound was so loud I almost pissed. I didn't know how I got over that windowsill without cutting myself, but I did, and I was running across the big front lawn in the warm sunshine!
I made the curving drive before someone burst out of the house behind me. Of course, it had to be Nat! Would I make it to a neighbor's house before he caught me and dragged rue back? In this part of town the houses were far apart and many of them fenced in, or worse… walled.
And then I saw Bobby Jackson's car! He had been parked along the tree-lined street and now he jumped out!
He ran towards me. I saw a pistol stuck in his belt. He looked more scared than I was.
"Jerilyn… are you okay?"
I threw myself into his arms and turned my head to see if Nat was still coming.
Nat had stopped halfway down his front lawn and then walked in our direction. But Bobby had seen him chasing me! And he knew about the chains and everything!
"Get me out of here," I blurted. "Ohhhh, Bobby… please hurry before he takes me back!"
Bobby pulled the automatic from under his belt. It was just a twenty-two target pistol that Lorrie had told me he fooled around with sometimes. But it was big enough to make Nat stop.
"Now let's be sensible about this, young man!"
"You just stay back there, Mr. Blake, and everything will be fine."
"I could make a lot of trouble for you, Bobby," Nat said, grim-faced.
I clung to Bobby's body and pushed my mound against his thigh. I couldn't help it! Even with all this going on, I felt about to explode.
"Don't even talk to him, Bobby?" I whimpered. "Just get me out of here… now!"
Bobby pushed me into his car and ran around to the other side. He waved the gun at Nat to keep him back.
The red dress had flopped up my thighs so that my cunthair showed, but I didn't pay any attention. Bobby spun his tires as he turned around. Nat started for the car again, but we were squealing rubber down the hillside road that led back toward town.
"Oh Bobby…" I put my hands around his middle and knew that my tit was warming his bare arm. "You save me!"
I was crazy with gratitude. I started kissing his face and neck and whimpering happily. I couldn't believe it was over. I knew how a caged bird must foci when his door was accidentally left open. I'd been fed and given a place to sleep but I hadn't been free at all.
"I was sitting in my car trying to think of what to do when you came running out," Bobby said, his words tumbling out fast. "I would've shot that sonofabitch if I'd had to."
My body was in flames! I could feel the slick juice between the puffy lips of my cunt. I couldn't keep my ass still on the car seat. Bobby noticed too.
"Ohhhhh God Bobby, how can I thank you enough…"
"You want to go to the cops?"
"Noo!" I shook my head. "Not yet anyway. I have to get my head all straightened out."
"Maybe you'd better tell them everything." His jeans bulged as I kissed him. "Before Nat gets hold of them and tells a bunch of lies."
"He can't do anything now," I said. "Remember, you saw how I was chained up. You saw! Nat must know that now since he found the broken window in my room."
We drove along Maple Street for a while. Everything seemed so peacefully summertime now that I was free from Nat. I moved my fingers against the tight denim on Bobby's thigh. He was breathing hard and his cock was bulging out hugely. I touched the hump of his pants.
"Jerilyn?"
"Mmmmmm?"
"Would you like to… I mean do you think we could…"
"Ohhhh yesss! I'm dying to!"
Bobby stopped at the next light and pulled me against him. His tongue lashed wetly against my open lips and then dove inside. I sucked it deep, making whining sounds and moving my hips up and down on the seat.
Somebody behind us honked. The light was green.
"We can't go to my place," I said. "For one thing, Nat has the key. And he might look for me there."
I was certain that Nat wouldn't chance going to the police. Especially since there was a possibility that I would. I saw now that I had something I could use against him now. Even if he did marry my mother. Especially if he married my mother. I made Bobby stop at a pay phone and give me a dime.
I dialed Nat's number and he answered on the second ring. Obviously, he hadn't been in any big hurry to get to the authorities. He started out asking me to be reasonable, to come back up to his place so we could talk things over. But I knew what would happen whenever I got within range of his strange power. Even though I had Bobby to give me strength now, I didn't want to ever be compromised by Nat again. I told him how it was going to be.
He could many my mother if she was crazy enough to do it. He could go on like always, being a big-shot lawyer in Rutherford and all. But now I would be on the payroll. He would send me a check every month. A nice, fat check.
I was surprised at my ruthlessness. But after all, I'd learned it from Nat.
When I got back in the car, Bobby saw my smile.
"You called the cops?"
"Nope. I did better than that…"
I kissed his lips so gently that he started moaning and wanting more. I pushed my mouth up close to his ear.
"You know that motel over in the next county? The one the old man runs who never asks any questions if you have the money for the room?"
"Yeah," Bobby sighed, his hands working under the hem of the red dress.
"Ohhh God, let's go there, Bobby! Let's go there in a hurry!"